Mallory smirked, holding the knife directly between her breasts. “Am I? Well, that’s what you get for disobeying the rules.” She gingerly took the knife and ran it up his left leg to his not-quite-soft penis. “You broke the rules, tried to humiliate me, and now you’ll have to pay the price.”

Paul pulled back and stood up, off the bed and quickly grabbed as much of his clothing as he could find. “You’re sick, you know that? You’re really freaking me out.”

Mallory walked casually towards him, placing the knife down on her desk. Then she took her hands and caressed his back, pulling him in for a kiss. Her tongue probed in to his mouth, silently convincing him to melt into it. “Come on, I’m just playing around,” she said in between tongue probes. Just as his defenses dropped and he started to kiss her back, she bit his lip, pushed him back onto the bed, and recuffed his hands. “Do you like being tied up for your mistress?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you.”

“That’s better. Now, you will do as I say and ONLY as I say. Is that clear?” Paul nodded in response, his eyes looking down at his chest in submission. “Good. Now, you’re going to be a good little slave and get me off a few more times. You may be done, but I’m far from it.”

“Yes, Mistress.” With that, Mallory straddled Paul and his semi-soft penis and began to grind against him.

“You know what I think we need to do? I think we need to prove that you’re my slave.”

“How, mistress?”

Mallory stopped her grinding. “I’m going to shave my initials into your pubic hair.” Paul smirked in response. “If that’s what will please you, I’ll do it.”

“That’s a very good boy.” Mallory stood up and walked across the room, grabbing her lady bic and some shaving cream. Then she walked back over to where Paul was cuffed and applied the cream just up and to the right of his now erect penis. Then, she took the razor and drew lines in the shape of and an M and an L. “There we go. Now you’re mine and anyone who goes down these pants will know it.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“That’s a good boy. Now, we have to get you cleaned up, so I think it’s time to go into the shower.” She uncuffed Paul, put on a bathrobe and started across the hallway for the bathroom.

“Wait, what about me? I need to put some clothes on.”

“No, you will walk across the hall naked. If someone sees you, don’t you dare cover yourself or there will be consequences.”

Paul started to protest, grabbing a towel, but Mallory pulled the towel from his hands and harshly grabbed on to his ballsack. “Do as I say or there will be consequences.” She squeezed on the word “will,” causing Paul to drop the towel and yelp a bit in pain. He followed Mallory, naked, to the bathroom. Once inside, Mallory made Paul stand in the shower as she turned on the water, using Paul to test the water. First she turned it on much too cold, then just a bit too hot. Then, she climbed into the shower next to him.

“Now, it will be harder for you to obey me in here, I’m sure, but remember that you’re the one standing by the water and if I turn the dial, it will hurt your skin much more than mine.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Now turn around, face the faucet, and stick out your ass.” Paul did as she said and once he was in position, she kissed his neck and his back, calming him down and seducing him back into her world of domination. She lifted her hand to his neck and slowly slid her arm down his back to his ass. Then, very slowly, she teased his crack a bit, slid her hand against his thigh through his legs to the front of his pelvis, all the while kissing his neck and back.

“Mmmm…thank you Mistress. That feels wonderful.” Mallory continued to gently tease, worming her hand up to his shaft and gently applying pressure. Then, she slowly massaged him out the length of his penis and back, making sure to go agonizingly slowly. In response, Paul began to buck his hips slightly, pushing his butt up against Mallory’s pelvis. Mallory let go of his shaft and ran her hand back down to his ballsack and across the skin that connects the sack to his underside. Suddenly, using one finger, she guided her hand to his asshole and began to finger him. As she did so, she wrapped her left hand around his front to tease his penis a bit more.

“What are you doing..?” Paul, upon feeling her finger enter his rear, pulled back and tried to force her finger out. Mallory, in response, used her left hand to slap his balls.

“Don’t do that again or I’ll hit you harder next time.”

“Mallory, I-”

“Hey!” She turned Paul around harshly so he was now facing her, away from the faucet. “Did I give you permission to call me by my real name?”

“No, but Mallory-” She smacked his balls again, this time grabbing on to them after she was done.

“Mistress.” She leaned in close to his face. “This,” she licked his lips, “is,” then his chin, “not,” followed by his neck, “a game,” and ending at his left nipple. Then, she looked up at him. “What do you say?”

“I-I-I’m sorry, Mistress.” Paul seemed torn between being frightened and being turned on. On the one hand, Mallory had his balls in her hand and could easily squeeze them together, on the other, she was now using her teeth to gently bite a nipple while massaging his balls and his erection couldn’t help but to grow. After a few more seconds, he realized he couldn’t take much more. In one fluid motion, he lifted her up and turned to his right, pushing her against the tiled wall and straddling around his waist. In the next motion, he rammed his penis into her cunt, causing her to moan, and pushed his mouth on hers in a hard kiss. He didn’t thrust, but just pushed against her, trying to get in as deeply as possible. Then, once he was satisfied, he began his thrusts, all the while kissing Mallory deeply. When he finally pulled away from the kiss, he said, “I’m sorry, Mistress, I couldn’t help myself. You just made me feel so good and your cunt looked so beautiful, I knew I had to make you feel good, too.”

Mallory, at this point, could only catch her breath in response. The angle he was holding her against the wall caused his dick to constantly brush up against her clit and she knew that in a few movements, she could easily cum. She mentally calmed herself down a bit. “Don’t stop, slaveboy. Faster. Make your mistress cum so hard on your dick. Do you feel how wet I am? My pussy is dripping all over you; you make me cum so hard. I want to feel you deep inside me when I cum, I want to feel how hard you are.”

Mallory moved Paul’s head to her neck. Now, the two of them were fucking hard in the hot steam of the shower, their heads close to one another’s ears, and getting more and more turned on by the feel of the other’s hot breath on their skin, the sound of the moans in their ears, and, of course, the fucking that soon had Mallory’s cunt orgasming, holding in Paul’s dick so tight it almost hurt. “Don’t you dare cum, slaveboy. Oh, god…I…I’m cumming! Ahhh, if you cum, I’ll hurt you…don’t…ahh…yes…no, don’t cum.” Mallory shook hard against Paul, causing him to stop all thrusting if he wanted to wait to cum.

When she was done, she slid Paul out of her cunt and stood in front of him, watching as his erection throbbed, begging to be released. “Now, that was a much better orgasm than the first one. I suppose you want to cum, too, now, don’t you?” Paul nodded. “Well, you disobeyed me. You didn’t ask permission to fuck me. You crossed the line.” Paul looked down at his erection, careful not to meet Mallory’s eyes. “But, since this a fine instrument we wouldn’t want to waste the erection you have, would we?” Paul shook his head.

“Good, now turn off the water and step out of the shower. We’re going back to the bedroom so you can fuck me good and hard.”

Paul did as he was told, his erection swelling as Mallory said the word “fuck.” Mallory noticed this. “Oh, you like it when I talk dirty?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Well, in that case, you better hurry your ass up if you want your dick to fuck me hard. My cunt is begging for your dick, it still wants to be fucked so deep, so hard, until you cum over and over again inside me. I want to feel your cum slide between my thighs. Then, after you’re done, I want you to clean your cum off of me, licking my clit and fucking me with your tongue. Does that sound good?”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you.”

Mallory led Paul, still naked, back to the bedroom and locked the door. She pushed him down on the bed and knelt between his legs. She then stuck out her tongue and ran it between his balls and up his shaft. “Mmmmm…I can still taste me on you,” she said. She went back down to his balls and slowly sucked them both into her mouth, giving them a mini-blowjob. Paul felt so good, he couldn’t stop bucking up against her mouth. Watching her suck on his balls was such a turn on, he sub-consciously reached down and began stroking his dick. Mallory released his balls almost immediately. “Did I give you permission to do that?!?” Paul stopped and shook his head.

“That’s it,” Mallory said, grabbing the knife off her desk again. She leaned over and held the knife up to Paul’s face. “I’ve been very lenient, haven’t I?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“And you keep breaking the rules, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Then you realize why I have no choice but to take them, don’t you?”

“No, Mistress, please don’t…I’ll do anything you want.”

“No, slaveboy, I’m sorry. I’ve given you that option and you still disobey me. I have no choice in the matter.” She turned around, straddling his stomach backwards. “But I will let you fuck me one last time.” With that, she slid down and grabbed his excruciatingly hard prick and slid it in her cunt. Then, she rocked back and forth, not quite thrusting, to tease Paul’s dick just a bit longer.

“Oh, please, Mistress. Please fuck me. I want to cum for you. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Yes, anything. Anything you want. Just please, fuck me hard, I want to be a good boy for you.”

Mallory sped up, beginning to really thrust. “Will you let me take your balls?”

“No, Mistress-” Mallory lifted herself off of Paul suddenly, leaving him groaning in pain. “Oooooh, god, please, Mistress.”

“Say I can take them and I’ll fuck you.”

“But, Mistress-”

“Say it.”

Paul took a deep breath. Mallory teased his prick with a finger, sending shocks of pleasure through his body. He just needed to cum, so he started thrusting a bit against her finger, trying to get any kind of friction going so that he could get off. Again, she pulled away, this time, sliding off the bed and beginning to get dressed, pulling her panties up her legs slowly.

“Ok, Mistress. Anything you want.”

Mallory pushed her panties back down, crawled back on the bed, and promptly slid back on Paul’s dick, beginning to ride faster and faster, the knife still in her hand. “Just let me know when you’re going to cum, I want you to cum inside me.”

“Yes, Mistress. Please, don’t stop talking. I like it when you talk to me.”

“Yeah? You like it when I tell you how hard your big cock is? And how I love it when you’re fucking me? Yeah, that’s it, move your hips. I want you to fuck me so hard. I want to feel you so deep in my cunt it hurts. Yeah, go deeper.” Paul lifted his buttocks off the bed. Mallory used this opportunity to play with his balls, running her fingernails across them, just hard enough to tease him thoroughly. “Mmmm…yeah, you like it when I do that, don’t you? You like feeling my fingers on your balls as you fuck my cunt hard and fast.”

“I-I-Mistress, I’m going to cum! Please, faster! Keep talking!”

Mallory lowered the knife right between his ballsack so that his own thrusting was causing the incision. “Oh, yeah, you’re such a good slave boy. After I take your balls, you’re going to be my personal slave forever. You’re going to have to go down on me anytime I ask. You’re going to be my little masturbation toy. You’ll be there to kiss me and finger me anytime I need to get off. You’re existence will only be for my pleasure.”

“I’m so close, Mistress…I’m sooo close…oh, god, that hurts!” Paul felt the knife against his scrotum, but didn’t want to stop. Mallory was moving so fast, taking in so much of his dick into her cunt, he knew it was a matter of seconds before he was going to cum. Her cunt was so hot and so wet, he could hardly stand it. Suddenly, he knew he was on the verge of cumming. “I’m cumming, Mistress, I’m cumming!” He began spasming, rocking hard into Mallory’s cunt, pushing himself harder and harder against the knife between his balls. Mallory began to slow down, saying in tune to his own orgasm, but all the while he screamed in pain, the reality of the wound slowly growing more painful. Finally she let him slide out, and she turned to face him, smiling. The pain in Paul’s crotch finally hit home when he realized Mallory was holding his testicles, removed from his ballsack..

“What…Mallory, did you…?”

“You’d better lick my cunt now, slave. I told you that you were going to lick your cum out from between my legs.”

“Mallory, are those my balls?”

Mallory smirked at Paul. “I told you I was going to take them. You didn’t think I would just let all of that go, did you? Besides, think of all the fun we’ll have now that you’re my permanent sex slave.