I pulled the ropes tight to secure my prey to her dinner table and smiled at her eyes of fury. How many times had the roles been reversed when I was helplessly bound at her mercy? How many times had she corrected my poor behaviour and left me horny, planning my next mischief? But not tonight; no, because tonight I was in charge, and she was my toy.

She muttered something from behind her gag, a curse no doubt, though no one would understand the pitiful sounds. I ran my hand along her inner thigh and listened to the moans she tried to hide. As my hand reached under her skirt, she kicked out in pointless defiance, or at least attempted to. She would soon learn that my knots are not a trifling thing.

I never thought I would enjoy her frustration as much as this, but she had been foolish enough to leave her diary out that night. I shouldn't have been nosy; I should have simply carried on cleaning the room. She had trained me better than that, but how could I resist peeping into my mistress' inner thoughts?

Oh, the naughty secrets she had written in there; the desires and fantasies that she would never admit to. She must have wanted me to find it, wanted everyone to know who she truly is. She wanted to be in this position. As her pet, it was my sacred duty to oblige, and of course I had been trained to find pleasure in service.

I climbed on top of my pitiful 'mistress' and straddled her hips; leaning down, I licked up the saliva that spilt from the corner of her gag. Even now, in the pathetic state that she was in, she was attempting somehow to maintain an aura of dominance and grace. I intended to change that.

With one sharp pull, I ripped her top open, sending buttons flying across the room and revealing her breast to me. She scowled at me as if to tell me that I will pay for it. She still actually thought she was in control! I pulled her bra down and pinched her nipples.

A delicious groan and whimper filled the air. For a moment in her eyes was vulnerability, though she expertly hid it away shortly after. Regardless, it was a sign she was breaking.

I brushed her amber hair out of her eyes and nibbled her ear as I pinched her nips once more. Trapped beneath me, her body squirmed. Still not enough. I twisted, and she yelped. Once I let go, my thumbs rested on her sore nipples, caressing them. The moans started to flow, betraying her façade.

"Resist all you want, Mistress... Slut." I corrected myself, letting her new name roll off my tongue with delight. "Eventually you'll beg for mercy; we both know you will."

I could see her eyes daring me to try as the sensation of a phantom cane crashing against my ass filled my mind. I pushed aside thoughts of the inevitable punishments that would follow; now wasn't the time for those. I needed to focus.

Let her rage marinate first; the punishment mature, and I'll earn my reward.

My fingers rolled along her collarbone, with my nails leaving faint red lines towards her necklace holding an innocent-looking key. The fear in her eyes was priceless that I couldn't help but gasp in delight. Did I look the same way when she first showed me that key? I snatched the key away, the delicate necklace snapping, and stood over her.

Lifting my skirt, my fingers caressed the small slit within my chastity belt. She always left the shield off, allowing me to reach in with my fingernails. The meagre sensation of a nail brushing against forsaken lips was worse than complete denial.

Over the past three months, whenever I had begged her to unlock the belt, the bitch had tied my legs to the corners of her bed, spread open before her, and instructed me to try to masturbate through the cursed slit.

She had laughed at my whimpers, mocked my awful desperation, and flogged me until I begged her to let me stop edging and keep me locked up in chastity.

My eyes narrowed at the bound slut.

My fingers drifted to the tiny heart-shaped padlock I wasn't allowed to touch. The slut shook her head, shouting threats into her gag and pulling at her restraints. It was stupid to try to escape; rope bunnies always have plenty of practice tying knots.

Just lie there, shut up, and accept you're no longer in charge.

With a smirk, I placed my foot over her face. My toes squeezed her nose, forcing her to smell her submissive's stockings. Carefully, I made her nod her head and grant me permission to unlock the belt.

"Aw, thank you, Slut. You're so kind," I mocked her as I turned the key, a gasp escaping my lips as the metal loosened around my hips.

As I removed my belt, revealing what was once my cleanly shaven pussy, juices clung to the inside of the belt. Scooping up my arousal, I painted my scent across Mistress' nostrils and on her gag. As I marked my new property, I chewed my lips.

Within her eyes an unrelenting war was being waged between Anger and Lust. Before the sun rises the next morning, a ceasefire would be called; then Lust and Anger would join forces to enslave me once more.

Fine! Let me give them their casus belli.

I pulled off the slut's skirt and tossed it away, landing beside her desk and a mountain of neglected work. Next, I cut her lace knickers off. I teased them from beneath her squirming ass. I revelled at the sight of her puffy lips. More moans escaped from her gag as I traced my fingernails along her labia.

"Looks like you're enjoying this," I laughed, pushing her knickers into her pussy as I slowly fingered her.

Once again the slut shouted her feigned outrage, but I remembered what she wrote in her diary. How sometimes my mistress, as she claims to be, grew tired of being in charge. How, when she puts me back in my place and as I cry out in pleasure, she secretly wished someone would do it to her. The slut should be thanking me for being curious and reading her diary.

I threw her damp knickers over her face. My toy shook them off and stared daggers at me. That earned her a spank. As her inner thigh turned pink from my slap, I ran my tongue along it. Her shivers declared that Lust was currently winning the war.

Against her clit, I strapped a bullet vibe and inserted another vibe into her pussy. She complained a little more as I slowly pushed a locking butt plug into her. With a simple twist, the plug opened up with her. For all I know, it might have been the first time it had been filled; well, not counting my tongue. The next part, however, would be the most difficult. I sat on her hips and picked up what was once my chastity belt and then began the arduous challenge of locking it on her.

The first time is always the hardest. I still remember how much I whined and squirmed. I also remember how much I screamed in pleasure once she allowed me to cum afterwards. My toy almost bucked me off twice; each time, I rewarded her appropriately with spanks; each one harder than the last. Because I am such a generous person, I granted her another one for free.

When I managed to get the belt locked on her, I swear I heard her moan a thank you through her gag. Not that it matters; the gratitude of a toy is meaningless after all. The chastity belt wasn't a perfect fit; even at a glance, I could tell that naughty fingers could still sneak underneath the metal. I should have brought her one for the occasion, but how could I have gotten her measurements?

Two more vibrators remained before I could have my way with her.

I picked up the vibrating nipple clamps; they were the sort that could be screwed on. From first-hand experience, I knew they melded pain and pleasure perfectly together. I went to lick her nipples to get them ready, as she always did with my reluctant nipples. There wasn't any need; it turns out my mistress was a needy slut in heat.

Unable to resist, I nibbled her erect nipples, rolling the treat around my tongue and letting my teeth graze the skin. Her body rose with each lick as her defiance slowly died. She had once told me that her nipples were sensitive, a confession she likely regretted now.

As the clamps were tightened, I found myself grateful that I gagged her first. I twisted the screw one final time and was rewarded with the cutest whimper. The vibrators would be left on a low, almost torturous setting. She took deep, long breaths to calm herself while I ran my fingers along the sides of her breast.

Was that a smile I saw just for a second?

Slowly I turn up the vibrators inside her new chastity belt. After all the time I have spent between her thighs, giving her pleasure, I learnt how much she could bear. I was a good little student, listening and watching for every clue. Perhaps most importantly, I was taking notes. Honestly, a part of me had always wanted this night to happen; to have the chance to be in control.

The slut groaned louder as she began to accept her fate. I knew she would break; sluts always do.

I nibbled a line up the side of her neck, being sure to leave little marks to remind her the next day what she is. She trembled with each bite, and I smiled as she showed more of her neck. Again she tugged on the ropes that held her bound, though no longer with feigned anger but with desire.

I shuffled up and sat on her chest with my knees on either side of her head. With a tentative touch, I brushed my finger through my neglected pussy. How long had it been since I had felt a touch like this, a real, unobstructed touch? Too long!

I have waited long enough. I deserve this.

My fingers pressed into my pussy with a loud moan. Quickly they slipped in and out as if I was afraid that somehow, if I wasn't quick enough, I would lose my chance. Her legs quaked and pressed together as she watched me. Just before I passed the point of no return and fell into orgasmic bliss, I pulled my fingers out of my dripping pussy.

It wasn't right; it wasn't how I wanted to do it. No, I had a better idea.

I spun around and wriggled my ass over her face. My butt still had the faint scar from a caning session a year ago, when we both went a little too far. Oh, how I wept that night, stroking my tender ass and humping my pillow. I held her by the hair and sat on my mistress' face. Her breath tickled my bum, and her groans caused me to giggle.

"Be a good bum sniffer as I cum," I taunted her before smothering her face.

My fingers rolled through my bush and over my lips as I watched her toes curl. I turned her vibrators up and pressed my ass down. Her groans grew louder and louder, mingling with my own cries of pleasure. I should have punished her for cumming first, but I was too horny to think clearly. I just kept rubbing my clit and wriggling my ass across my mistress' face.

Every time her body stopped shaking, I would lift my butt and let her breathe in deeply. Of course, I didn't lift it too far from her face, and before she could fill her lungs fully, I would smother her once again. Her desperate breathing fed my lust; it drove me insane and demanded that I succumb to my desires.

I came four times before my body finally gave way. Exhausted, I slumped over her body and idly licked at the slit in her chastity belt. Her whimpers brought as much joy as her cane did. By the end of it, we were both quivering messes of deprived ecstasy.

Time had long faded and lost all meaning by the time I regained my strength. I climbed off the table and began to untie my broken toy of a mistress. She sat up on the edge of the table, and I couldn't help but stumble back a little. Yes, I was afraid but also just as excited. What would she do to me now? Would she correct me? Would she give in and become my toy forever?

I nibbled my lips as she removed her gag. Softly panting, she wiped her chin clean of her drool. Then her eyes fell on me.

She snapped her fingers, pointing to the floor, and I dropped to my knees in an instant. Once more I knelt before her as she slid elegantly off the dinner table. Head bowed in reverence, I went to kiss her feet and recalled the speech I had prepared to plead for mercy. I gasped as she yanked me back by my hair. I looked up at her dishevelled appearance and into her terrifyingly beautiful eyes.

The war was officially over; a ceasefire was called, and a new target was declared. A slap came across my face, leaving a sting that I'll never forget. A sensation that, to this day, I recall every time I cum.

"You're going to need a safe word!" Mistress growled at me.

With a mischievous smirk, I gathered my courage; all or nothing, as they say. "I won't use it. A slut like you can't make me."

Her eyes narrowed, and she tightened the grip on my hair. As I dared to open my mouth to taunt her again, Mistress spat on my face and slapped me once more. I moaned as the spit trickled down my blushing cheek and over my lips. It almost made me cum for a fifth time.

"We'll see about that. You fucked up this time." She looked over her shoulder at that door, then back at me with a smile full of wicked intent.

The door led to the Mistress' special room, which fills me with dreadful delight every time I crawl past it. The one that was designed solely for the punishment of the naughtiest of brats; my favourite room. I will thank the heavens until the day I die that I read her diary that day.

Mistress pulled her brat along on her hands and knees towards her destined punishment, and I dripped with anticipation for my just rewards.

Thank you for reading my story. I hope you enjoyed it and have a wonderful day.

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Please note that the author bears no responsibility for the actions of any slutty brats—yes, that means you who are reading this and playing with yourself without permission—who dare to do this to their dominants, though I suspect you will enjoy the punishment that will surely follow. I hope it was worth it.

xoxo