My Name might mean “Heavens” but I have always felt that I am angel and a devil. For the last few weeks I mostly have been showing my sweet side, but today the horns came out... and it was delicious.
I had my new little bitch cuffed to the front of my 4 pillar bed, kneeling on the cold hard wood floor, stripped naked. His flabby back was to me and I could see him trembling ever so with anticipation. I made the little bitch tuck his sad little nub between his legs, and while the floor was cold I doubt that had much to do with the disappointing and laughable size of the little dicklette before me. I watched my captive a moment as I stood there in my red, high heeled, lace up, leather boots. Slowly I approached my captive. My leather boots clicking on the hard wood floor, click...click....click...
“Your a little bitch aren't you?” I said to my prey.
“Y-yes Mistress”
“Then bark like one.”
What came forth my little captive's mouth was one of the most pathetic little barks I ever heard. “Do it again, bitch.” with added effort the bark, if you could call it that was still sad, not at all worthy. It amuses me so when I have a little slave barking like a mad chihuahua, but even the daintiest little tea cup chihuahua sounds meaner than what I heard coming from my new prey's mouth. “I was going to give you a collar so that you know your MY little bitch, but that was such a sad show I'll have to tie some bells around your neck because you sound more like a pussy to me!” I turned from my sad little pussy boy and approached my wardrobe, in there I keep many of my more nastier toys. I happen to actually have some cat bells, a friend gave me some cat bells for my 2 little kitties, but I never put them on. I like knowing that my hunters can sneak up on their prey. Still I felt that the bells could come in handy some day.
I slowly walked back to my little pussy boy.... click...click...click... I tied the bells around the pussy's neck. The bells were an even nicer touch than I could have hopped for. Now I could hear the jingle ever so, giving an audible sound to his trembling. After tieing on the Bells I stood behind the pussy, eying his flabby back with disdain. Its been a while since I had a new scratching post, this should do nicely, I thought to myself. I held out my beautiful hands, they are so lovely with their golden, glowing tan, and soft elegant fingers, but the black opalescent lacquer I had on made them look rather sinister all the same. Softly I traced my nails up and down my little pussy's spine, so delicately... soothing even. I could feel pussy's tension leaving his body. That was what I was waiting for. Swiftly I dug my sharp black claws into the pussy's back! Digging into its flabby flesh, the cat bells jingling as it winced with pain. Red streaks of delicious pain trailed down the pussy's back. But I wasn't yet satisfied, I needed to see some blood before I moved on. Digging my claws in even further I retraced the marks I left in the pussy's skin, coldly laughing to myself, as the bells jingled, an audible sign of the pussy's pain. Softly the little pussy groaned as small droplets of blood appeared out of the marks I left. The pussy was breathing heavy now, the bells jingled in time with its breathing. “Now thank me you dickless fagot!”
“Th-thank you Mistress Nalani.” the little pussy breathed.
I smiled as I went back over to my wardrobe. My poor cat o' nine tails hasn't seen much use as of late, time to break it out. I thought it fitting, cat tails for the pussy. I stood behind the pussy, hands helplessly cuffed to my bed post, bells softly jingling. “I think a good trashing is in order.” I spoke as I traced the handle over the pussy's back around its shoulder and stuffed the handle into the pussy's mouth. I let the little pussy gag on it a moment while I tugged hard on its hair, the cat bells jingling as the little pussy strained against my cruelty. It was breathing heavier now, and I know why, I have seen it before, that intoxicating mix of fear and anticipation... and excitement. The bells chimed with the faster rise and fall of the pussy's chest. I jerked the handle out of its mouth and with a thrust released its head. I cracked the cat tails over the pussy's back again and again. Each time the tendrils connected with its flesh came the audible wince from the bells and groan from the pussy's lips. The pain was so delicious, “Please, please Mistress let me put it in you.” Cried the pussy. I could only laugh at its insolence.
“It seems to me that you don't get it, you are MY prisoner and I have no desire for that sad little thing. A disgusting pussy like you will never get to fuck my perfect hole. Now I have to punish you for your impertinence!” I reached for my hard plastic hair brush. A common object but I have found its use to be more than adequate means of punishment. “Stick that fat ugly ass of yours into the air, pussy!” I commanded.
The bells jingled as the pussy pushed its ass towards me, shaking but ready to receive its punishment. The thwacking sound of the hairbrush, the jingle of the bells and the stifled cries of the pussy were like music to my ears. Quickly the pussy's tender ass turned a bright red, but I wasn't done yet. Even though I knew the pussy's ass would be hurting for days to come, I really wanted to drive the issue home. I delivered 5 extra hard whacks to the pussy's ass. “Do you understand that you will never get to put it in me, you are far too, small and disgusting to ever be worthy.” “Ye,yes,” Spoke the pussy, “but, but Mistress please can I cum?” I smiled, “Very well, I will uncuff, my little slave, and we will play a game, you may cum, but you must do it in under a minute, if not than I will punish you further for wasting my time.” the pussy nodded. “Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.”
I stood there disdainfully as the pussy played with its disgusting little baby dick. There must be some kind of correlation with the time it takes for a cock to shoot its load and its length, the pussy squirted all over itself in no more than 10 seconds, pathetic. I'll have to teach this pussy better discipline, but that was enough for now.
“You made a mess, clean it up!” I hate it so much when a loser wants to jerk it front of me, I'll agree to watching if the mood suits me, but its when they blow their load that I hate. They just sit there so proudly and in amazement, as though I am going to congratulate them on their accomplishment. But no, I make them clean it right away, I don't care to see it. So with that the pussy slurped up its own cum and thanked me for the privilege.
