Pain and submission lead towards truth

While you wish you had far more extensive tools available to have fun with your new fucktoy, you manage to make do with things you've scrounged up from your apartment. James is lying on across your bed, naked on his belly, cum still oozing from his gaping asshole. Using a pair of tights, you've tied his hands firmly behind his back, high up enough to strain his shoulders just a little. Then you lashed his ankles to the backs of his thighs with a roll of duct tape you found in your bedroom cupboard. There was no fight in the boy even as you made him utterly helpless. In fact, when he realized what you were doing he happily allowed his limbs to be moved into these painful positions. Now he lies there breathing hard, his cheeks flushed and his little dick stiff between his legs.

You stand beside the bed, looming over his helpless body with a leather belt dangling from your hand. Your formidable cock is hard again of course, the tingling anticipation of this delicious situation setting your skin alight with desire. As much as you long to shove every inch back inside his butt, you know **** your willing toy will feel that much better if you sate some of your sadistic urges on him first.

"Look at you, pathetic, worthless piece of shit." You sneer down at the trussed-up boy. "I'll bet this is the first time anyone's ever even told you how disgusting you are." He moans softly into the bed, twitching with needy arousal. "That's cute." You snap at him, playing at utter contempt. It's surprisingly easy, when you remember how he's acted around you until now. "You think I'm doing this to get you off. You tried to **** me, remember? Fucking you was just for fun. Now it's time for the real punishment." You raise the belt in your hand and he trembles on the bed, his cock twitching with anticipation between his legs. You smirk. Just the reaction you expected. He really, really wants this, doesn't he. "You're going to beg me to hit you." You purr.

"What?" He gasps, the look of shock on his face quite delightful. It seemed he was expecting you to just start laying into him right away. Stupid boy, he doesn't know the first thing about how to really dominate a spoiled brat like him. Fortunately, all that naughty online erotica you've read over the years gives you plenty to work with, as does your own extensive imagination.

"I know it's what you want." You snap. "Don't bother trying to hide it. You're quivering with lust at the thought of this belt cracking across your flesh. It's not even much of a punishment if you're loving every stroke, so I'm going to make you beg me for each one. I'll only hit you if I'm satisfied, so you'd better make some sweet promises about what you're going to do for me if you want any of this." You lightly lay the belt across his butt, the leather wrapped around those tight curves, still reddened by your earlier spanking.

"Please..." He whimpers softly. "Please hit me."

"No." You drawl, drinking in his trembling disappointment. "Why should I bother with a pathetic worm like you? I think I might just leave you here, twitching and ****."

"Please...Mistress." He sniffles, sounding on the verge of tears at the thought. "Please hit me...I need it." Mistress, you like the sound of that.

"Now we're getting somewhere." You purr. The belt snaps up over your arm, and then you bring it down with a fraction of your real strength. You want to hurt the boy, not damage him. The leather whistles through the air, and then lands across his butt with a vicious crack that sends a pulse of pleasure all the way to the tip of your twitching cock. James moans like a bitch in heat as the belt wraps around the mounds of his butt, kissing his flanks. When you draw it away, a vicious red welt is already prickling up on top of his already pink skin. "Perhaps there's something worth salvaging here after all." You sneer. "I'm not holding out much hope of that though. Continue, gutter-trash. Tell me why I should bother hitting you again."

"Mistress...please hit me again." He groans, his hips bucking against the bed. "Please. I need it." The tight muscled cheeks of his butt wiggle and clench, begging for another lash. You hold back the urge to bring the belt down on all that tender, trembling flesh. He has to **** himself even more first. "Please, I'm worthless, just like you said. I'm nothing...I deserve this! Please I deserve this!" You swing the belt at that last squealing cry, slashing it across his thighs this time. He screams, shrill and frantic, thrashing in the bonds. You drink in the delicious sight of the handsome boy struggling to handle the agony you've inflicted. It's a **** like no other, setting your skin tingling and your heart thumping in your chest. You can feel yourself slipping into addiction already, and you wonder briefly if you're ever going to be able to stop.

"Beg me for it, boy." You continue, letting that moment of worry ebb away. Who really cares, when you're enjoying yourself so much in the moment? "What will you do for me if I keep hitting you? Why should I bother?"

"Mistress...please hit me again." His voice trembles with a delicious mixture of arousal and agony. There's no uncertainty or disbelief anymore. He's beyond wondering why he's enjoying this so much, beyond anything but submission to you. You long to push him even further though, to see just what depths the two of you can reach. "I'll suck your cock. Whenever you want it. And take it up my ass. Please, just keep hitting me now and I'll do whatever you want!" You slash him again, the hardest yet, the belt slamming into his trembling butt with another delicious crack. Then once more, because that sweet promise was just what you were looking for. The thought of this arrogant shit serving your cock everyday until you tire of him makes you tremble with delight, even as his shrill squeals of agony fill your bedroom.

"Please." He gasps, as soon as he can speak again. "I need more. Hurt me more. Please. I'm sorry for what I did. Punish me for it, Mistress!"

"What you did, scum, was try to **** me." You snarl. "What would you have done had it worked? I doubt you can even get it up unless a woman's slapping you about." You pause a moment, a thought suddenly occurring to you that chills the blood in your veins. "Have you done this before?" You ask, your voice rumbling with very real threat at the possibility. "Don't you dare lie to me, boy. Have you **** a woman before me?" If he has, you're ending this right here and going to the police, no matter how bad it will look for you.

"No!" He gasps, his voice trembling with horror. "Never. Please, I never did, Mistress! I only tried it with you because..." His words die in a strangled sob, and he buries his face in the sheets. Is he crying? You pause a moment, a flicker of conscience intruding. Are you taking this too far? "Please...I never did, I promise." He whimpers into your bed.

"Why did you do it?" You ask, the sadistic glee fading from your voice. Suddenly you have bigger concerns than the aching of your swollen cock. "Why try to **** me of all people? You had to know I wouldn't just let you. Even if you'd managed it, I'd have reported you to the police as soon as I realized what happened. Why are you trying to ruin your life, James?" You ask the question that's been burning in your mind since he first hit on you in that tutorial. The words hang in the air for a moment. James lets out another hoarse sob, his face in the blankets and his mouth clenched tight around a sliver of sheets. He's not going to make this easy for you, is he? You sense that he's on the verge of spilling, and if you don't get the truth out of him now you might not have another chance. Swinging the belt back, you curl your lips into a superior scowl. You're going to have to **** him to speak, the one way he seems to respond to.