Because I Can

When we are alone, and no one can hear
I can do as I please
Make you suck my fingers when they're covered in your juices
Kiss my shoes
Lick my boots
Kneel for as long as I wish
Blindfold & gag you
Tease and deny you
Make you worship me
Kiss my bum
Kiss my feet
Serve me as my maid
Fetch and carry
Help to maintain my body
Bind your hands and feet
Tickle you
Spank you
Punish you

I can do all these things and more, because I can...

Crop

You know it's coming.  You steady yourself on the stool, holding it tight between your clenched fingers.  I warm your skin first, smacking you with my hand.  Then I take my riding crop.  I give it a swipe through the air.  It feels good.  I know how many strokes you will get, you don't.  I know how many you can take, and then just a few more.  It fizzes through the air and the first strokes land on your milky bum which has a rosy glow.  The sound of the slap and snap of the crop excites me.  You flinch and take a deep intake of breath but count out each stroke.  At first you seem to cope well.  I keep the strokes slow and even, making sure each one is felt as keenly as the next.  Your bum turns from rosy pink to a deep red, the crop marks begin to show.  It excites me even more.  For this is your delicious punishment and it has been waiting long weeks to happen.  I continue as you count through twenty.  Your voice changes.  I can hear the pain in your voice.  Are you crying?  Do you want to beg forgiveness and for me to stop?  You know it's not your place to do that.  The last ten.  I make them hard, make them count as you announce each one.  I know it stings, hurts.  Your arms and body shake, your head rises and falls as your silent agonies take hold.  But you will not fail.  If you do, it will only start again.  The final blows land squarely on your ripe, round bottom.  The sound fills the air around us.  You have to breathe, pause, compose yourself before you speak the count.  Then it is over.  You are absolved.  I make you kneel, kneel so your bum rests heavily on your feet, pressing into your pained flesh.  I stroke your hair.  You took your punishment well.  And we both know you will see the crop again.

Gag

Your mouth needs it, deserves it, craves it. And I have the perfect thing. It makes you blush, and tremble with excitement at the same time. It's simple, used everyday by everyone whatever their gender. I know it embarrasses and humiliates you at the same time. I get a thrill and a buzz when I gag you with it. Once you're restrained and at my mercy, there is nothing you can do to prevent it happening. I take it and wipe it across your sopping pussy, knowing it will soak up your juices. I smile as I tell you to open your mouth, your eyes wide with a mixture of fear and arousal. I gag you. You breath heavily through your nose just staring up at me. You look so pretty with your gag. And you know it's your own panties that hang almost seductively from your rosy lips. Black silk panties that smell of you, taste of you and now are part of you. So simple, so effective, so erotic.

Kneel

She does so, showing me her bare bum. So white, a milky white that almost seems to glow. Her bottom is round and full, plump and soft. It almost begs to be smacked. She knows what's coming. Five weeks of waiting for this moment. For her body to accept the physical, her mind to prepare. Counting down the weeks until they are days and then hours and minutes. She trembles on the floor before me, arms outstretched in supplication. My forgiveness comes from my crop. The virgin crop which will be deflowered on her bare skin. That white, milky skin that will glow and show the marks of her punishment. I know what she's thinking. How many, how hard, how long will it take? Will it be fast or slow? Will I cry? Am I strong enough to take it? Am I good enough for my Lady? Inside, I will enjoy giving the punishment. A part of me always does. That secret yearning to make her cry, make her say 'thank you' for every stroke, want her to know that she needs to be punished, accept and embrace it. I make her kneel and I smile.