Mistress Becky Is Loving Her New Dominance, She Will Lock You Up And Show You Just How Much!!

Bittersweet Symphony

For most people, seeing her in this position, leaning over you, dressed like this, would be a highlight of their life.

But not for you.

No, wild as it seems, this was a punishment for talking back to her in front of her friends.

You had long since been denied the ability to be with her, to feel her skin on yours, hear her trembling, passionate breaths as she slowly, methodically moves her body on yours.

You lived in perpetual longing for her.

She unceremoniously dragged you into the bathroom, pulling your shirt off before yanking down your pants, exposing your thick, swollen diaper. She moaned softly—tantalizingly in your ear.

You knew this was too good to be true.

Because it was.

For the first time in years, she grinded on you, your wet diaper squelching with every thrust. You were consumed by pleasure. Your mind practically short-circuiting in bliss.

Just as your pleasure was reaching its climax, she stopped.

You opened your eyes to find a dangerous, foreboding grin plastered on her face.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you finish, right?” she said ominously, “Not after what you pulled back there. You don’t get rewarded for that.”

You don’t answer. You knew better.

“But you do get punished. And my friends and I have just the punishment. Wanna hear it?”

“I..y-yes, Mommy,” you say defeated.

“Good boy. You’re gonna march out of this bathroom in nothing but that soggy diaper that doesn’t hide your…excitement. And you’re gonna apologize to my friends for being a disrespectful brat.”

Terror paralyzes you. Of course, they knew you were in diapers, but they had never seen them. “B-b-but…Mommy no, please!”

“Hush,” she hissed, “you will do as you're told. But I haven’t even told you the best part!”

You shiver at the threat.

“The girls wanna see if you make cummies in your diaper without anyone touching you. So, you’ll stand there and listen to them teasing and humiliating you about your diapers and how pathetic you are.”

“Mommy!” you squeal.

“What did I just say? You will stand there until you make stickies to your own humiliation and truly become the pathetic boy I know you are! And the winner—whoever gets you to bust your widdle load—gets to change you in front of everyone! It’s so exciting!”

“No, please! I’m sorry, Mommy! I won’t talk back ever again!”

“Too late, little one,” she says pulling you up, “let’s go.”

vampire gf who drains your blood just enough to keep you kind of lightheaded and easy to bend to her will??? just a thought

“Yep I’m done talking to you.

We’ll take this discussion back up once we get home and you’ve gone over my knee for a hard and richly deserved strapping.

Why do you think it’s okay to speak to people this way?

I’m mystified, I really am. Let’s see if your attitude improves with a very sore bottom.

This way, come along now.”

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“how did you know i was a sub?”

baby I looked at you for 0.3 seconds before you got flustered and shy, cleared your throat, and looked away. you literally almost slipped trying to volunteer to grab something for me. I saw your eyes flutter shut when I leaned in to whisper something. I heard that sharp intake of breath when I told you that you were doing so good.

so go ahead, straighten your posture now. try to delude yourself that you’re not obvious. but you know as well as I do that it really doesn’t matter that you’re taller than me, bigger than me. it’s still just one look from me before you’re on your knees. it’s still my fingers leaving marks along your pretty skin. my voice taunting you, my lips swallowing your whimpers.

my hands working you over until you’re dripping, desperate for more. you like that, baby? feels good, doesn’t it? my pretty sub. so strong. so needy.

my kisses leaving an imprint on your brain that’ll outlast any bruise or scar. permanently rewiring your brain until all you can think about is how to please me, how to be good for me.

the world looks at you and sees someone composed, capable. but you know that you’re naught but a toy for me. ardent and willing. good sub.

let me show you how nice it feels to surrender. let me tease out your moans and your arousal until you’re pulsating and gasping. let me show you what pleasure is meant to feel like.

Another good punishment for mouthy subs

30 cane strokes.