Get her gear

The next day I took my time. I wanted the fear to build up before I came in. He knew what was coming. To my way of thinking, it isn't the pain that will bring the **** to his knees, but the fear of the upcoming pain. The waiting for it. It is the crack of the whip across the ground. The spell of the leather cutting through the air. The sound of a pair of ball breaking high heals tapping slowly on the ground. It is not being able to see the mistress approach. Not being able to see when the whip is coming. A body can brace it's self that way. It is such a turn on watching them shake as I look deep in their little fearful eyes. They know then I am a goddess. That I have the power.

Before I got dress I had a nice breakfast, and a bath with the finest soaps. They were all expensive but I hadn't paid for any of it. That was the way it should be. A **** should pay for all of his goddess's pleasures and finery. He should after all pay tribute to her for all that she does for him.

I put on some rubber gloves. I don't lower my self with touching **** meat unless it is a speacil occasion. I donned a Leather outfit that showed off my cleavage rather nicely. It was tight enough where it felt good but at the same time let my body breath. I could hear the pathetic worm whimpering

"Shut up ****..you piece of dirt." I said putting on my lipstick

Once I finish dressing I led my **** into my play room. I retrieved my equipment table in from the next room and the worm saw the toys I laid out on the table. I let him see it so that he would know some of what I had in mind for him. There was a Paddle, an evilly heavy bull whip, a cat-o-nine tails, a ten inch strap-on, and a feather.

"Shall we get on with your punishment", I asked in my most menacing tone of voice?

"Please I am sorry.." He cried

SLAP I laid my open, ruber clad hand across his face!

"Did I say you could speak to me ****?" I asked

"I am sorry"! He again whimpered

Again SLAP went my hand!

"You still talking you worm! Are you trying to insult me" I asked?

He shook his head no.

SLAP once more I let him feel the sting of my ruber clad hand!

"Then why are you talking", I asked him?

He was about to answer but even in his little **** mind he figure that would be talking.