Trying my hand at a drabble, sorry for no cut, I’m on mobile.
Click. Click. Click.
He shuddered as he heard her approaching steps. He made a small noise behind the saliva moistened gag she had forced into his mouth and tied behind his head. Her steps seemed to echo. He turned his head, hoping to hear better which direction she would come from. He quietly cursed the blindfold she had covered his eyes with. She clutched his chin with her thumb and forefinger, and gently turned his head to center.
She moved her hand from his face, to the arm next to it. She had bound his wrists first, taking smooth ropes and crossing his wrists. She wrapped the ropes tightly over and around his wrists, and pulled his arms taut over his head. She affixed the end of the ropes to the center of the coiled headboard. His arms flexed against their bonds as she caressed her way up his smooth, bear arms. She chuckled as the skin flushed and became goose bumped. She leaned over, placed her lips to his ear. Her breath felt hot, damp. He felt his blood thumping.
Well? Are you ready for your punishment?
“I have some bad news, Mr Lazarus. It seems that your chronic boot addiction is actually getting worse. The exposure therapy simply isn’t working and if I may say, your erectile episodes are becoming more intrusive.”
“I have the details of a more ‘alternative’ treatment, but it will require some restraint. A lot of restraint actually……starting with your cock.”
(originally @domina-valeer)
"Oh you have a poopy diaper? Hmm...well that's unfortunate.
You see, I'm not one of those betasitters that changes diapers. You’re the one who made the mess, so why should I have to clean it up? I’m sorry that you’re a grown man that can’t stop himself pooping his Pampers but that’s just not my problem now is it? You’re just going to have to stew in it until your wife gets back.
Or…if you’d like, my boyfriend's coming over later. Maybe you can tell him about the mess you made and ask him to change you. I’m sure he won’t laugh in your fucking face at all…”
Reminding Her slave that it's just a stupid thing that exists purely for Her sadistic amusement.
You’re like a Pavlov’s dog. Every time you hear her say “subbie” in that sweet voice of hers, you get chills and a sudden rush of excitement flow through your body.
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