I watched him writhe in anticipation of pain and thought...

A year has passed since I found him. And now I see his helpless body in front of me... I definitely got what I expected. But can I say that he really became my slave? For some time I was projecting an image of a slave in my head. Does my real slave correspond to the virtual image I dreamed of? Of course, he did not deceive me in my expectations. My slave is not an obsessed fetishist who has fallen for one specific fetish, he is emotionally stable. He did not invent his story, is not ashamed of submission and does not have an infantilism complex, i.e. he does not look for a caring "mommy" in me... This is not my first experience, and I have already met all the types of "slaves" described above.

Yes, he is different!!!

"Please, more, I beg you, Mistress!", - he exclaimed after a heavy sigh.

I raised my new whip high above my head, trying to aim with maximum precision. I feel a little sorry for his white body, which has already received a "portion" of pain, namely 20 blows... I aim so that this time I don't hit the reddening "stripes" that I just made...

I thought again... My slave is a newbie in our field. He appeared in my life with a desire to try everything, begged, asked, intoxicating me with naivety... in his gaze.

Now he writhes in front of me with his eyes blindfolded. Helpless as a puppy, in a collar with a leash, in a chastity device (the key is on my neck), a maid's costume, pink bracelets (women's), pink panties pulled down...

My slave seemed to "force" me to "corrupt" him... I wanted to show him what a "lecher" he really is... Ha-ha

I lean towards his ear and whisper: "Will you do everything I tell you?" At the same time, I tugged on his leash so that he would not forget who put him on the chain. He remembers!!!

He nodded obediently: "Whatever you want! I will do anything for you, I am your whore!" I don’t know how it happens, but every time I call him a “slut,” or he says it himself, he starts moving his hips… It turns me on, and I can’t deny myself the pleasure of digging my long nails into his buttocks. Of course, he twitched slightly, but didn’t make a sound, although he opened his mouth…

“I want you to own and command me, I want to be used by you! I want to give you all of myself!!!”, the slave confesses to me, while I continue to run my nail along his ass.

His flesh trembles under my nails, causing me delightful feelings…Our desires are mixed, merged with reality…I raise my hand with the whip for another blow…

And that’s how wonderfully I spend my time with my beloved slave.