Loving Lashes

The heels of my stiletto boots click sharply against the basement stairs as I stalk down them, tugging the zipper on my latex catsuit down to between my breasts. My dungeon is not built for comfort and I'm sure that after this long, Warren's joints were aching. I pause at the dungeon door to tuck my cat 'o' nine tails in my belt and shove the door open.

Warren's head jerks towards me, eyes wide, as the door swings open, my silhouette framed in the doorway. I walked towards him slowly, letting my hips sway as I pull the nine tails from my belt. Warren's nostrils flare a little at the sight of it, and his chains rattle slightly as he pulls back. His arms are chained to the rafters at 45 degree angles, leaving his torso wide open, and his feet are chained with short chains to the floor a shoulder width apart. He is not gagged, but forbidden to speak unless spoken to.

I place the butt of the whip under his chin, forcing him to look me in the eye. "Why did you not come to me fully naked?" I ask sharply, indicating his jeans with a jerk of my head.

"I-I forgot, Mistress." He tried to lower his head but I did not let him, grabbing his chin to **** his gaze to mine.

"You know there will be consequences for that, boy, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good." I flick the whip across his chest and he flinches a little. I laugh slightly, low in my throat. "That's barely anything boy. It'll be worse than that."