Chapter 35 Voyeur adventures(5)

• He begs as I move his finger relentlessly across that erogenous zone, which I know drives men beyond crazy. Those bundles of live nerves guarantee unforgettable pleasure and pain.
• He abandons himself entirely in my hands. He knows that I am wise in my gestures, that there is no deliberate cruelty in my movements, that every detail is designed to give him pleasure. Even the lashes, I tell him, have been served to excite him, so that he gets used to not feeling pain but pleasure when his Mistress acts. To trust her. And soon enough, the throes of passion make their way through his limbs.
• At that point, I approach him, kiss and ask if he's okay. He replies in the affirmative. That he wants to fuck. I slap him and go back to put a collar on his neck. I fill a bowl with milk, put it on the table, he instantly sits awaiting my orders while I keep him on a leash. I oblige him to drink it. He lowers his head. Humiliated. You see he enjoyed humiliation and I enjoyed humiliating him.