Chapter 5 Alan

"Yes Mistress Z , I'll be a good boy, I promise."

His cries and pleading were muffled under the heeled boot I had pressed into the side of face. I took the bull whip and struck it hard on the floor, inches away from his face. I could feel the tremble of his body from the striking sound, pleasure flow through my body from his reaction and from the sound of the whip.

This. This gets me off.

The man under my feet is called Alan. Alan is also a respectable business man worth millions of dollars. Alan is also a masochist. He loves the fear I brought him, he loves the pain I give him, he absolutely loves the humiliation and derogatory terms.

I pushed my feet further to his face

"And why the fuck should I believe that?"

I could tell his dick was hard

This. This got him off.

"I swear Mistress Z, please" he begged

I removed my boot from his face, and used the tip to raised his chin slightly to the side so he was facing me. I watched the glaze of lust flashing his eyes as in stroked the length of the bullwhip on his face. His eyes followed it with intense concentration waiting for the next move.

I stood up from the straddling him, I felt the corset restricting in the best way, the leather felt nice against my skin, I swayed my hips, knowing he was watching my every move.

I turned when I deemed I was far enough and watched my masterpiece. I had him spread naked on the concrete of my dungeon. His feet, his thighs, his calves, were expertly placed in a hog tie. One of my favorites because it rendered my clients completely helpless at my feet.

Every. Single. Aspect. Was in my complete control.

I lifted up my whip and brought down on hard on his skin, watching the thin red bruise form against his pale skin.

"Count, you worthless little bitch." I demanded as he moan with a mix of pleasure and pain.

"One, thank you Mistress Z."

I brought the whip down again, harder this time. His groan distract him from his duties. I fucking hate distractions.

"I said Fucking count bitch."

"Yes Mistress. Two thank you Mistress."

I smiled in satisfaction at his submission, and continued to whip him.

"You like being good for me , don't you Alan?."

Alan nodded frantically, scratching his cheeks on the rough concrete, but he couldn't do much was his face pressed against the concrete.

I squatted to his level, and placed a gloved hand on is sweaty cheeks and tranced it down to his jaw, I stroke it back to his cheeks and traced it back to pass his chin and meet his neck.

I wrapped my hands around his neck in a firm grip, not so much that he couldn't breath.

"You like when I hurt you, don't you Alan?."

He groan in response "yes Mistress, I love it."

I removed my glove and placed the tip of my fingers against the back of his neck, he shivers from the contact made my smirk over the control I had over his body.

I run the pads of my fingers down his neck then dig my nails deep into his skin, trailing them to his down until I reached his lower back.

The red streaks my nails leave aren't enough to draw blood, but deep enough that I see the swelling effect of the pink welts on his skin.

For Alan this is the peak of his pleasure.

His trembling body shudder, as he pressed his body deep into the concrete, the rough surface chaffing pleasurably against his cock.

"Alan don't you fucking dare cum on my floor."

His squeeze his eyes shut and nod his head against the floor, breathing deep to keep his orgasm at bay.

"Yes Mistress, I won't cum on your floor." I smiled at his obedience, I got up to my display way, whips and chain of different kind hanging from the wall, I ran my fingers on them and the red flog caught my eyes.

I grabbed it and walked back towards him and watch as every step of my heels affects his body.

I squat on the floor, balancing on my stilettos heels, and I turned to his body to the side to facing away from me.

Since he's still in hogtie and rendered helpless, his ability to turn himself is limited. So I must do so for him.

I fucking love this shit.

I ensure he's facing away from me for a few reasons.

One Alan loves pain.

Two Alan cums from pain

Three These boots are goddamn expensive for Alan to spray paint them with his cum.

"Listen up Alan, I am going to spank you with this flog and you are going to love it."

He nods vigorously, his body still trembling from my treatment.

I lean close to his ears "you will cum when I tell you to. If you don't I'll feed your dick to you."

His body shivered from my threat and nod.

"Yes Mistress." I stand from my squatted position and stroke the strands of the flog.

Before hitting Alan I decided to let him feel the leather strands, stroking his skin, from his hips to his arm and chest, I bent down and let him feel the strands on his lips.

"Open" I demand

And like a good little bitch, Alan opened his mouth. I shoved the strands in and watched as he took the tips in.

But that wasn't enough for me. I bend down and shove the rest into his mouth, watching him sputter and gag in surprise smiling at the view.

"Good boy, get that shit wet for Mistress." That was the encouragement he needed, as he began to suck the strands into his mouth desperately, getting them nice and wet.

Knowing that it will make my action hurt more.

I roughly pulled the leather out of his mouth and strike his side.

He jumped in surprise and before he could understand what was happening, I strike his shoulder.

I strike his back.

I strike his ass.

I strike his thigh.

Alan is shuddering all over, and I know what this mean, I've become accustomed with his body language. I squat to his level and lean towards his ear.

"Cum for me, Alan."

He shudders and strands of milky white cum paint the concrete