Dominatrix revenge

So sat outside having made a bad life choice to pop into a local green space rather than walk further to a warm one.

This is not the first time i have made a bad life choice recently. I have also been leaving feedback in ways which are not always well received. Or worse are and i feel like I'm bossing from the bottom.

Difficult to capture comments in the dynamic but i have a knack for messing things up, whatever they are and on this subject I'll eventually write more.

But in the meantime my comments and the reactions they spawn at least create the possibility of the Mistress's revenge.

Where all feedback is artfully responded to, and where i am crushed by my own critique. Mistress responds to my (gentle) rebuke on seszipn time by making sure i get every minute I've bought. And pay for every minute as she keeps going to time by doing mean things that make me wish I'd never asked.

So i have a thing about wooden rulers and Mistress forgot it last time. In my imagination she keeps the session going after she has stopped teasing or emptying me by hitting me on my cock or balls right up to the end of the hour.

'Must make sure you get full value!' She carols whilst sitting on my chest and pinning my arms to my side as i thrash and twist ineffectually.

'And you made such a fuss about not using the ruler too...' smack...smack ... smack. Long pauses but firm swats and my cock will be sore for hours after.

Regular smacks fall down as i sob inwardly, forbidden to make any sound at all. Lest i complain and risk further abuse. It's for my own good after all...

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