made no sound. She just glared at me with an undisguised look of hatred and fury in her eyes. I wasn't surprised in the least; in fact, I would have been a little disappointed if she'd submitted to my little game. I frowned in mock anger. "I've been gracious enough to let you actually make a decision. You will very, very rarely get a say in anything that happens to you from now on so you'd better learn to appreciate what tiny freedoms I do allow you."
Still nothing but icy silence from . "Worthless slut!" I said angrily. She silently watched me walk over to the table and pick up a thin, flexible cane. I knew she was afraid- everyone would be if they were in her position- but she didn't show it. I've got a good one here, I thought.
For a few moments I simply stood in front of and regarded her naked, bound form. Then I slapped the cane across her belly. It wasn't a hard stroke by any stretch of the imagination, but she jerked a little. I laid another stroke on her, slightly lower, and then a third, slowly working my way down towards her exposed crotch. Her eyes narrowed but she still refused to make a sound. Abandoning that approach, I started whacking her perky little breasts- softly but rapidly, one after the other. I smiled at how this was making them bounce and quiver. squeezed her eyes shut. They were beginning to water and she didn't want to give me the satisfaction of seeing her tears.
It's usually about this stage that my girls start to realize the total control I have over them. I can give them pleasure or pain, whenever I want to, and there's nothing they can do about it- and despair starts to set in. They stop thinking about being able to escape on their own and begin to pin all their hopes on some miraculous rescue. Not though. She was going to hold out much longer. It was time to take her training to the next level. |