So, the whole day I made the slave scrub my floors. He was dressed in a black apron with a bit of lace around the edges. It was cute in a way, and kind of reminded me of an old-fashioned maid... except this maid had a little bottom sticking up in the air as he scrubbed on his hands and knees, not being allowed to walk. With the sissies ass stuck up in the air, I enjoyed walking by, hearing my heels click on the newly polished floor, and giving the slave a few hard smacks with my crop! I just love how the bitch jumps and squirms, but he knows the punishment will be more severe if he decides to act uppity. So as I sadistically give smacks on the slave's ass as he cleans, he knows better than to jump and cry too much.
But I was starving, so I took out my phone and ordered a pizza. The delivery would be at my house within the next 45 minutes. I smiled as I looked at my phone... my plan was in motion. "Get up!" I shouted at the slave. Slowly, he stands and looks at the ground, knowing better than to give me any eye contact. Now, I want you to go into the bathroom and go wash yourself up. You are absolutely filthy, but pigs do typically like slop," I tell the sissy, giggling at my joke. "Yes Mistress", says the sissy. I watch as the slave quickly hustles into the bathroom. I hear the shower begin. Quickly, I grab my phone off the coffee table and I begin a group text with two of my girlfriends... "Pizza in 30" I send to all who are privy to my evil plan.
I can smell a bit of fear on him, along with traces of masculinity I've been wanting to pound out of that boy for a month now. "Be a darling and grab me my cosmetic bag," I tell the sissy slave. He knows better than to disobey my kind commands, as I believe in dominating through femininity. Because I am tough doesn't mean I still can't have manners and be polite. Of course, to my delight, the slave does as told, bringing me my cosmetic bag. Roughly, I grab the slave's face and begin artistically applying a touch of eyeliner and mascara around the eyes. I bring out the slave's high cheekbones with a touch of blush. But to add an extra layer of humiliation, I decide to go with an incredibly bright red lip.
"Aren't you a pretty bitch," I tell the slave, "and your mouth is so red, I would think any man would confuse your mouth with a woman's well-used cunt," I say with a laugh. "Yes Mistress," the sissy answers, looking down. I can tell he's embarrassed, but also getting off on my little humiliation based on how the penis is slightly starting to swell. Obviously, I keep trying to discourage the slave's humiliation fetish, I enjoy truly degrading, but it is of no use. So naturally, I grab the puffy penis and tug on it a bit. The slave's penis begins to rise in my hands... only to be put back in its place as I give the little useless thing a SMACK!
"Oh, you just wait, my little pansy. I'm going to show you what you really should be humiliated about. You will learn submission, even if it means I have to take that little troublesome useless piss tube right off your body!" I shout, "Now, let's get you in the middle of the room. I want you in spreader bars, the ones with cuffs, go grab them off the wall for me," I tell the slave. Then, looking down at my phone. Seems I need to hurry. He does as told and hands me the spreader bars and he kneels in the middle of the parlor. I stand up, holding the crop in my hand. Swiftly, I grab the back of the slave's head, my hand full of his hair, and I push his head right into the ground.
"Stay like that," I shout as I spit onto the slave's face, "oh no! My spit just ruined your makeup! How dare you ruin my art!" I shout at the slave. "You need to be punished." If you want to know how this ends you are going to have to call me.
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