I tied his arms snugly in my favorite position for his vulnerable body to be in, folded behind his back with no way of protecting his boy parts, then I read him the riot act. I told him to speak only when spoken to, and to always address me as “Mistress.” He’d keep his eyes forward, his legs spread, his ass, cock & balls fully exposed and accessible for my use. He’d move only when instructed. If he became uncomfortable do not adjust, I explained, he’d just have to fucking deal with it.
Then I asked him if he understood. He nodded. Ok there he goes—mistake #1. “Didn’t I tell you to always address me as Mistress?” I said calmly. I immediately grabbed his hair, pushed his face to the floor, held it there with my boot, and started beating his ass with my belt. Hard. He immediately started squirming, I told his to hold his ass perfectly still or I’d switch to the paddle. I spanked him 10 more strokes until his ass was bright red. Before long, his whimpers turned to moans, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. Grabbing the back of his collar, I tugged his vulnerable body back up to the kneeling position and asked him again if he understood my rules. “Y…..ye….Yes, Mistress.”he said clearly while not daring to look up at me. I nodded my approval, then reached down between his legs to feel how hard his erection actually was. It was throbbing and I could feel the hot pulse traveling through it. Wow, I thought. Mission accomplished. He is craving the pain and humiliation….now he is my bitchboy to do as I want with!
