Bitchy Domme Gets Owned

Description:

Mistress Violet strode into her session, her nylon mesh catsuit gleaming under the lights. She cracked her riding crop against her thigh, the sharp sound echoing through the room. "Get over here, slave," she barked, her voice dripping with command.

Her submissive scurried over and knelt at her feet, gazing up at her worshipfully. "Yes, Mistress," he whimpered. "I'm here to serve you."

Violet smirked down at him, her crimson lips curling. "I know you are, loser. Now strip and present yourself." This poor worm was so obedient, so eager to debase himself for her pleasure. It was almost too easy.

He hurried to obey, peeling off his clothes and standing at attention. Violet circled him, taking in the sight of his naked body, the way he quivered under her appraising gaze. She gave his ass a hard smack with the crop, enjoying his yelp. "Mmm, still tight. You've been practicing, good boy."

But he looked nervous, fidgeting. "Mistress, I have a surprise for you..." He gestured to the center of the room and Violet's eyes widened. Her rope bag, already open and waiting.

"What is the meaning of this?" she demanded, displeasure lacing her tone.

He moved towards her, a strange glint in his eye. "It's my turn to be in charge today, Mistress. Time for you to submit to me."

Violet gaped at him. "You dare defy me, loser? I should punish you for such insolence!" But he just smiled, a wicked gleam in his expression. Quick as a snake, he grabbed her and tied her wrists behind her. Violet struggled but he was too strong, too determined.

Ropes encircled her wrists, torso, waist and crotch, binding her securely. He took her riding crop and tied it into her mouth, muffling her outraged cries. "No more orders from you, Mistress. I'm the one giving commands now."

He stepped back to admire his handiwork, grinning. Violet writhed against the restraints, eyes blazing with fury. She kicked out at him. He grabbed her big ball gag and replaced the crop in her mouth with it. Violet froze, suddenly understanding his intent.

With a deft motion, He slid her crop between her legs, pushing the punishing end against her crotch. Violet squealed around the gag as he drew it up, nestling it firmly between her folds. "There we go," he purred. "A nice little crotchrope for my Mistress. Let's see how you enjoy being helpless for a change."

And then he left her there, standing on one leg, the rope digging into her most sensitive places. Violet seethed with impotent rage, sweat and tears pricking her eyes. How dare this worm turn on her! The indignity!

But as she stood, bound and gagged, made to bear the stimulative pressure of the crotchrope, she felt a traitorous heat building in her loins. The shame of it burned her cheeks. Was she actually getting aroused by this?

Minutes stretched into an eternity as Violet suffered the agonizing bliss, her body betraying her. Without the release of climax, it was maddening. She finally admitted that slave had bested her today. He had taken his revenge...