“That’s right! Get down on your fucking knees!” I said, as I kicked my sub down to his knees. He tried to say something, but I just hushed him and my foot of my boot in his mouth. His labored breathing was full on panting now as I looked down on him.
“What are you going to do for mam?” I asked him, yanking at the dog collar that was around his neck.
“What, whatever mama wants me to do,” he stuttered.
“Anything?” I repeated
“Yes, anything mama.”
“On your feet!” I demanded and he hopped up, his hand still tied behind his back.
“What do you want me to do to you tonight?”
“I want you to make me your bitch,” he said, confidently and I only laughed. For as long as I had known Spence, he had been into BDSM and with each time we got together his fantasy became more and more twisted. Last month he wanted me to me to treat him like a fairy and tonight he wanted me to be my bitch. Spence was laughable, but more than that he was an asset.
“Down,” I commanded, and he dropped to his knees again.
“Come.”
I began to walk out of the room and he followed still on his knees. I escorted him down to the lower level of his home which he had converted into a sex dungeon. Anything you could name was there from penis bands to butt plugs.
“Mama is going to make you a little bitch, but I need you to do something for me. Lay down.”
I uncuffed him and he hopped up on the table that was coated in leather and laid flat on his stomach. I grabbed the leather whip from the wall that was filled with various whip and gently rubbed it across his back. He jumped at first when the cold leather his back and then he started to relax bit slumping his shoulders.
I raised the whip up and then brought it down hard on his ass making him shriek. I hit him once more causing him to holler.
“You want me to stop?” I asked, loudly knowing he didn’t.
“No, mama please don’t stop,” he said, breathlessly.
I started to see the red welts form on his skin as he wiggled in anticipation. Deciding to speed the party up a notch. I grabbed the anal spark plug and teased his botty hole with it. This nigga was howling out and it wasn’t even in yet.
“Please mama put it in. Put it in,” he begged, but I decided to make him wait a little.
“Mama needs you to make something disappear,” I said, circling around his hole with the plug. The vibration was getting to him in a good way.
“There is a little recording floating around your precinct that I need gone. I need all traces of it to disperse. Do you understand mama?” I asked, finally inserting the plug, but only about an inch or so.
“Mama, I am your bitch. Whatever you want me to do I will.”
That got me excited as I positioned the plug further and further inside of his anus. Spence took it like a pro squeezing his buttocks together and letting out bitch like moans.
For the rest of the night I entertained my BDSM sub knowing that soon my client would be out of jail and my pockets would be a helluvuh lot fatter.