Slave Keylock

He squirms under her feet. She looks down on him with a wry smile awaiting his answer.

"Quickly now, slave or you will be punished," She says.

"I will take 10 hard slaps to my cock and balls, Mistress, " he finally stammers, knowing what he has just committed to.

"Oh will you, slave?" She laughs, "I'm not sure that's sufficient for me. I think the 10 hard smacks with my crop  should be accompanied by some nice hot wax on those tender little ripples of yours. Don't you think, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress. Of course. If it pleases you."

"Very good." She takes a red candle from her end table, lights it and puts it into a silver holder. She uncross her legs and puts her feet on either side of her slave's head. Close enough that he can feel the exquisite sensation of her stockings against the sides of his head.

"Lift your hips up, slave, and keep your hands on the floor by your side. If you scream out , lift your hands off the floor or let your ass touch the floor, there will be consequences. Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," he says between heavy breaths. Sweat begging to glisten on his forehead as he assumes the stress position Mistress wants him in.

"Very good, slave, let's begin."

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"I will do anything for the privilege of worshiping you foot, Mistress," he stammers.

"Oh how unoriginal, slave... give me specifics, slave or you get nothing but locked up and put away." She slaps the side of his face with Her crop sharply to stress Her point.

His mind races as he tries to come up with something. She puts the tip of  Her crop against his lips.

"Well, slave? What's it going to be?"

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"Yes, Mistress," he said. 

Her foot dangles tantalizing close to his face. She brings it down close to his lips.

"Would you like to worship your Mistress' feet, slave?"  She places the tip of her crop on the side of his face.

"Yes, Mistress. Please may I worship You?"

She caresses his cheek with crop, smiling at him as he lays at Her feet, exposed vulnerable and completely under Her control.

She laughs at his desperation. Gently tapping Her crop against his cheek She says, "You have to earn that privilege, slave. Tell me what you will to to be granted permission to kiss my foot once, slave."

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"Yes, Mistress," he says as he lays on his back with his head below Her dangling foot.

She slowly and gently runs the tip of her crop across his bare chest. He shivers anticipating what's coming. She stops the crop just over his right nipple,  slowly traces a circle and then quickly and deftly brings the crop tip up and then down hard.

He lets out a sharp breath of air and flinches.

"Come now, slave, I barely touched you." She laughs and brings the crop down harder on his ripple.

"We're just getting started."

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"On your knees now," She commands. Her voice is soft, measured, and absolutely in control. 

He has no choice but to obey Her. He falls to his knees, naked before Her. His cock is bound snugly with a black nylon stocking with a bow at the top. That's how She likes him. Naked, vulnerable, throbbing and ready to please Her.

She sits in her straight backed chair in front of him, smiling, gently tapping her crop on her lap. 

He doesn't dare look at her, instead his head is bowed and all he can see are Her feet covered in black nylons, just like the one constraining his cock and balls. He throbs and a shiver runs down his spine as she crosses her legs in front of him.

"Let's get started, shall we, slave?"  She smiles wickedly and gently taps the tip of his cock with her riding crop.

"Yes, Mistress."

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Hello,  I'm new here. Still learning the ropes.  Having a lot of fun already.

I'm shy and very submissive,  but will open up for the right Mistress.  

I'm currently being played with by a Mistress here. She is amazing.  I'm hoping I can meet her expectations as we continue to play and explore.

I love to discuss my kinks and write out my fantasies. I'm hoping to share them here in the coming weeks.