…but you choose to play childish games.
Beat on the brat with a
baseball bat riding crop
When you need a reminder that you’re a shitpig who doesn’t even deserve to look at Me…
Its parting gift:
you’re welcome, pig
Kaladhar said he wanted to serve and be owned by someone like me: a genuine, strong Dominant woman.
This is something I believe most men would benefit from.
I began the process of stripping him of his identity. Who he believed he is was no longer relevant.
Usually a man’s penis is significant part of his identity. So, I took that away from him. It belonged to me now.
But sometimes chastity alone is not enough.
I wanted to reinforce my possession of him.
Then it was time for the beating.
He is coming along nicely.
When I had tightened the last strap and laid out of my implements before him…
I commanded him to look at me while I repeatedly struck his most vulnerable parts.
Though his head was encased in a hood, I could see his eyes. I wanted to see the fear in his eyes.