Pull Out the Friday Night Floggers

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

It was a Friday night, and Dillon was chained to the wall in Mistress Melanie’s House of Pain. He was already stripped of his clothes, except for the cock cage that I put on before I chained him up. Normally Dillon dressed up in frilly little dresses for me, but he had been slacking lately, and I needed to put him back in his place. Some of my sessions only go a few hours, but this was a hardcore punishment, so he was going to be in my care all weekend.

I had all my tools of the trade laid out, including a riding crop and flogger, but I thought the flogger would be my choice for the evening. I even had a ball gag to stuff in Dillon’s mouth, so I didn’t have to hear his back talk. But I spoke too soon and he already talked back. He was begging me not to hurt him. I was a bit annoyed, but it secretly turned me on even more, because it was that much more fun to do what I needed to humiliate him.

Pull Out the Friday Night Floggers

“Are you talking back to me? Do I need to remind you which one of us is in charge?” I looked at Dillon and he was laughing at me! Brave boy. I immediately put the ball gag on and started whipping him in the chest with the flogger. I like to stay gentle, but that laughing made me so mad, so I let him have it. The clothespins were next and they were attached on his itty-bitty nipples.

Just to enjoy myself, I took off his cock cage and put a clothespin on his cock’s foreskin. I heard him yelp; well serves him right for laughing and backtalking. Isolation is one of the one things people can experience, depending on the person. So, what do you think I did? Yep, I went back upstairs to my house and left poor little Dillon alone all weekend until I checked on him again by Sunday evening.