Mistress Schmidt’s Brief Guide to Extreme Male Discipline

I walked back into the bathroom to check on him. "How genuine was his distress?" I wondered. I leaned over and pulled back his head, grabbing his hair tightly in my fist to stare at his face. His eyes showed that peculiar expression that was so endearing to a cruel Mistress, partly frightened, partly aroused, completely helpless and slightly desperate. Sometimes when he had that look on his face he would urgently moan, "Oh, please, Mistress, Please fuck me.I'm begging you to please fuck me!"Sometimes I did.
It depended on my whim. When he'd been an extremely obedient slave, I sometimes chose to reward him by mounting him and allowing him the great privilege of cumming inside my pussy. But not this session!As he twisted and rocked on the on the ball, he begged to be released from his terrible humiliation but I merely examined his face."Liar!" I said, "Pig!"