Nothing to Devious

“When Liza comes in, you’re going to grab her. I’ll put the lipstick on her and she’ll be my little fucktoy. Think you handle that or is it too much?”

“I’ll do my best, Mistress.”

“Your best better be good enough.”

The underlying threat in her voice makes you so wet.

You lie in wait for Liza. It seems like an hour before she bursts through the door.

“You needed to see me, Renna?”

You grab her. Renna quickly rubs off the stunned girls lipstick. She squirms and you let her break free. Renna tackles her and begins smearing the pretty salmon color on her lips. She stops struggling.

“There. Isn’t that better Liza? How do you feel?”

“Yes, better. I’m not sure how I feel.”

“You feel happy now that your mine. No thanks to my incompetent ****.”

You watch Liza’s lips curl into a smile.

“I’m glad I’m happy.”

“Now stick some fingers in that pussy of yours while you watch me punish this slut.”

“No, please. I tried my best.” You sob.

She unhooks her short flogging whip. “Take your shirt off and get against the wall.

You whimper as you follow her orders. The moment you reach the wall she begins. She is incredibly brutal. You instantly orgasm. She continues and you are loving it. You make sure to slow the healing process to give her the satisfaction of seeing the welts she is making.

All to soon she stops.

“Go to your room and sit in the corner, ****. Move and I’ll douse your wounds with salt.”

You lick your lips. It’s a shame you’ll heal too fast for her to follow through with that. You rearrange your expression and turn to her sobbing.

“Yes, Mistress.”

You head to your room and sit in the corner, imagining all the cruel things she’s doing to Liza.