He hates it

Andrew looks pissed and tries to unbuckle the gag. He clearly doesn´t enjoy it. I couldn´t allow this kind of open insubordination so I pushed his legs down from under him and placed my left knee between his shoulder blades. Since he now couldn´t get up easily I grabbed his flailing arms and padlocked them behind his back.

When that was done I started spanking his ass cheeks, putting every ounce of **** that I could into each smack. "Feel that Bitch! That´s what you get for disobeying! You should be grateful I gave you a clean rubber gag when I could just as easily have taped our mouth shut with my shit inside it!"

Tears are now rolling down Andrews cheeks and he´s shrieking but he´s stopped trying to resist. After about fifteen minutes of this Andrews asscheeks were bright red, my palms hurt and my arm muscles were sore so I stopped. Andrew sobbed, lying there on the floor where his tears and snoot hade made a small mess on the hall carpet.

I unbuckled the ballgag and shoved his face into the mess. "Clean it ****." He licked it up like a good bitch. "Are you gonna disobey me again?" I asked calmly. Andrew shock his head firmly. "Good."

As I walk away and start staching away the toys I bought for Andrew I hear his voice, broken and submissive. "Sir, may this **** ask for something?" Looking back I see Andrew sitting on his knees, look scared and uncertain. He was probably hoping that if he went for something more "slaveish" or whorish I migth reward him. I decided to see where this would go. "You may." Andrew bit his lower lip nervously before answering in a low voice. "Sir, may this ****..."