Give pleasure

I'm not a complete sadist. Mr. Collins has been a good little boy, taking his beating without complaint. He deserves a reward for his patience.

After returning the strap to its place on the corkboard, I drape myself over his back. He hisses through his teeth when my bare thighs and belly impact his reddened cheeks. I can feel the additional heat radiating off his skin. "Do you understand your place now, pathetic man-child?" I murmur, my chin digging into the muscle between his shoulder blades.

"Yes," he whimpers. "I do!"

"Doesn't sound like it." I pinch his abused ass, hard, and he shrieks. "Let's try that again!"

"Yes! ...Mistress Auburn."

"Wow!" I say sarcastically. "I didn't believe you were capable of learning. Silly me!" My right hand snakes around to grab his erect cock at its base. "I bet you'd love to come, huh? Spurt your disgusting seed all over the floor? That's the best you can hope for besides a blow-up doll. No real girl's going to want your little brain-rot swimmers anywhere near her womb."

"Yes, Mistress Auburn," he groans.

"So... What do we say?"

"Please let me come, Mistress Auburn!"

"Good boy," I whisper, running my hand up his shaft, then down again. "Like this?"

"Please, Mistress Auburn!"

"Very well." I stroke him once more. His hips buck, thrusting his cock against my hand. I run my fingers gently around his glans, nails slightly grazing the skin, before returning to the base of the shaft. It only takes another half-dozen strokes before he bursts. I cup my free hand below his dickhead, letting the warm spurts of cum pour over my fingers.

"Such a needy cock!" I laugh, raising myself back to my feet. I deliver an affectionate slap to his right ass cheek, eliciting a groan of pain. Walking around the pillory, I stand before him, his cum dripping from my fingers. He raises his head as much as he can, watching me avidly, but also warily.

I stick my thumb in my mouth and suck on it with a sensual moan. The salty taste of his fresh cum is not unpleasant. Methodically, I work my way from finger to finger, cleaning each one until only the pinkie remains. This I stick between his lips, letting him sample his own flavor. "Well, come on!" I urge him. "Clean me off now!" His tongue presses against my finger, licking until no more cum remains.

"Mmmhh," I say, satisfied. Carefully dropping to my knees, I bring his lips to mine--and for several long seconds, we share a lingering open-mouthed kiss, swapping spit and cum back and forth. When I pull back, he looks at me in a daze.

"What do we say now?" I ask, smiling.

"Th-Thank you, Mistress Auburn," he stammers.

"Good boy. That's my good boy."