My heels click along the concrete floor in a sleek rhythm, echoing in the enclosed room. The only other sound was the sparse breathing of my sub lashed deftly to the wooden slat chair. Today was to be a lesson for him. He was a new boy of mine…his adoration was already overwhelming, yet he had to learn quickly just how dark his Mistress was. I had lashed his wrists behind him with rope, coarse harsh rope, letting it cut into his skin just by its touch. Those would be the first of many cuts tonight…

I approach him…click…click…my heels a sharp staccato in the stillness.

“Darling boy, are you comfortable?” I purr softly as I lick his cheek. He is naked, and all ready growing hard from my presence. I caress his bulging cock gently, feathering a kiss on the side of it, my hair cascading across his inner thigh. He moans quietly, “Yes my Queen. Your pet is very comfortable.” He settles his body into the unwelcoming chair as if it were the most amazingly cushioned perch ever created…such a good boy.

I slowly reveal to him the knife I have hidden behind my back and puur as his eyes widen in recognition. I smile sweetly as I lick my tongue down the length of the blade, and slide a chair in front of his. I sit gingerly on the edge of the chair, crossing my legs, letting my foot graze his dick ever so gracefully as I do. I am scantily clad in a corset and nothing else. I spread my legs wide, looping them over the arms of the chair. I slip the hilt deep into my awaiting cream, gauging the reaction of my new boy. His body tenses, the sinews of his muscles tightening at the sight before him. I hold the blade lightly, letting it slip in and out of my sweet pussy. Hmmm..in all of his days, I feel it safe to wager my pet had never before desired to be the hilt of a knife.

I run two fingers along the top of my clit, bearing down greatly with pressure. Growing groans spill from my pets mouth, he anticipates what must be about to occur. Decadent juice squirts from my pussy, saturating my pussy lips and dripping down the hilt of the knife to the blade. My pet struggles to maintain his composure. I arch my back as wave after wave of my orgasm crashes inside of me, each one sinking the hilt deeper into my heat until the blade slits into my flesh. A scarlet bead of blood forms, dancing its way down my dripping wet lips. My pet loses all control, bucking against his bonds like a wild animal. His eyes are savage, the sight of the bright droplets on my soft vulnerable flesh have possessed him. He growls out,” My Queen, stop this.” I raise one eyebrow and pull the knife from my soaked lips. My smile curls on one end as I snarl,”Never…demand anything of your Queen.” I flip the knife up and catch the slick hilt, rising from the chair I approach him…click…click..click…

(to be continued)