A Long Night

My first reaction is to make her suffer in ways that she can’t even comprehend. That’s my second reaction too. But, alas no. Just **** **** **** all the time is so unrefined. It’s like using a hammer when you should be using….something else. I don’t know. I don’t know tools or anything.

“Awww, what a shame!’ I purr, and lean in close to give her cheek a kiss. My lipstick leaves an impression. “Oh well, I’m sure you’re going to want to cum eventually. Unless you plan on being this way forever.” I lean over and grab the pair of panties from the ring gag and pull them out.

Cassie was still squirming around, but with the panties out air is finally traveling into her mouth. Her entire body is showing the signs of all that I’ve put her through. It was covered in a liquid that was equal parts sweat, juices, and butterfat. Her eyes showed it the most. They were still angry looking, but that had been largely joined by helpless sobbing. It was the more indignant kind of anger. I leaned up and grabbed the straps of the ring gag and pulled it off.

Cassie gasped for air and hyperventilated. Her eyes fluttered. She didn’t even try to speak or swear at me or anything. Well that’s good. I’m a bit tired of all of that “you’re a nasty bitch” nonsense by now.

“...Why?” Cassie whispers in a hoarse voice.

“Because, I can!” I say cheerfully. She shrinks back away from me as much as her bonds will allow. I don’t follow up with it though. I have one more little toy before it’s bedtime for my new slut. I walk over to the cabinet and take out an MP3 player with a very long battery life and a pair of large over-the-ear sound canceling headphones. Pink and covered in little hearts of course!

“What...what are you doing?” she asks, her eyes go wide in fear. I silence her by putting a finger in front of her mouth, and then slide the headphones over her ears. I purr evily thinking about how **** to cum she's going to be that night. Then once the Mp3 player is secure I start walking out. I dim the lights, but don’t turn them off outright, that way she can still look at herself in the mirror.

Once I leave, my maid’s voice starts playing into her ears softly enough to allow the possibility of sleep.

“You’re a horny little girly slut. Girly sluts need a mistress to own them. Girly sluts get wet when they think about mistress. Girly sluts are obedient. Girly sluts don’t need to think about anything but being a good girl. You like being a girly slut. Being a girly slut makes you soooo wet. You want to please your mistress….”