She couldn’t help it, her face cracked into a big happy grin, mouth twitching until the smile opened her eyes wide and girlish giggles escaped her mouth.
“No…” he put his forehead against the edge of the bed, resting it there in exasperation, as his arms were bound behind his back.
“Alright, alright, let me try again.” She took a deep breath an composed herself, opened her mouth and the merriment bubbled up. “Shit!”
He huffed a sigh. “Ma’am, you seem to have a problem saying it.”
“It’s just…” She looked down at his muscular body. “It’s silly.”
“You didn’t have any problem with this in chat, this morning.”
“Alright, you say it,” she folded her arms and he caught the tiny, seeking edge in her voice. These moods never meant anything other than a torrent of lust fueled abuse, raising his dashed hopes of where the evening was going.
“I’m a little bitch.” He felt a small sting of embarrassment, coming out in a small voice.
“See, not so easy, is it?” Her smile was a smirk now. “Tell me again and look me in the eye.”
“I’m a little bitch.” The embarrassment was warming, and stirred his cock.
“That wasn’t all. Tell me more, slut.”
“I’m a sissy, pathetic bitch who deserves to be spat on and… degraded and…”
“I’m a little bitch! I deserve to be spat on and degraded and fucked!”
“I’m a little bitch and I want you to show me just how much that’s true. I want you to… to use me, and hurt me and piss on me.” His cock was now pointing a steady right angle from his body, and he saw she was doing the hungry-writhe dance of horniness. It was like a puzzle piece clicking into place, when they fell, together, into a connection that motivated her to crouch down and grab his throat.
“Pathetic little bitch,” she hissed, inches from his face. “You should be lucky if I reward you with that. Get over the bed!”
As he belly flopped over the edge of the double bed, grinding himself against the stacked mattress and box spring, she turned and stooped. There was a jingle and swoosh as she found his discarded pants and took the belt out of the loops.
“Unh!” He debated what she’d do if he tried to roll out of the way, but the belt cracked down across his bare thighs, finishing his horny noises with a high pitched yelp.
She gave him a few more welting stripes before she paused again. “Tell me what you are!”
“I’m a pathetic little bitch and…auugh!” The belt cracked down extra hard.
“Say it like you mean it. Make be believe you’re the nothing that you say you are.”
“I’m a pathetic little bitch. I want to be used and treated just how I deserve. I want to be shown that I’m a nasty, piss drinking…” The admission came out of him. “A nasty, piss drinking, disgusting little bitch.”
She grabbed him then and flipped him over, so they were nose to nose. She looked at him with loving malice for one long moment before rearing back and a wad of spittle landed on his cheek. “Drink my piss, hm? That’s a new one.”
“That’s right, ma’am. I want to drink down your piss.” He whimpered when she didn’t say anything else.
Her face unreadable, she crossed her arms and looked at the shiny place where her spit had landed. His eyes were large and vulnerable, hopeful yet fearing his mouth had carried him too far. Humiliated.
Then the smile returned. “That’s right, you little bitch,” she said the words that had, before, been too silly for her to get out. “You’re a thing. You’re nothing but a hole to fuck, a body to torture and a disgusting, submissive pervert who begs for more no matter what you do.”
“And you’re going to be nothing but my piss lapping little slut too.”
It’s late, but live! Enjoy!