Good Girl Gets Nasty

flowing with grace
proper etiquette and
polite conversation
she never speaks a vulgar word

tonight her eyes do the talking
lust and fear, anxiety and anticipation
the desire to obey and please
her need to climax, inviting

clothes savagely torn away
standing, wearing only four inch heels
her ankles strapped to a thirty inch spreader
bending, wrists bound to the same device

she whimpers with each breath
as golden hair brushes the floor
whispers increase in volume
"please touch me Master, please"

I stand in the distance, lift My black robe
stroke a rock hard cock
point it directly at her
'do you want this in your backdoor'

"yes, oh god, yes, please Sir"

stepping closer with
braided silicone flog in hand
her ass receives a violent LASH
howls of pain burst forth

'this is My gentle caress, it prepares you to obey'

she pleads again, and again
the caressing STING is applied

tears drip then evaporate from the concrete
hard-on wipes her shoulder
now her face

'say you are My nasty fucking whore'
'say it and be rewarded'

she inhales, hesitates
LASH #3, and #4
quick half-breaths like a child
in the throws of a tantrum
stuttering
"i am Yyyour nnasty girl"

LASH #5, then #6

Dominant demand
'you are My nasty fucking whore'
'say it'

broken murmurs
"i ... am .. Your . nasty .... fucking ..... whore"

My rod against her chin
'catch your breath, say it again, louder'

she obeys with precision

'that's My good little nasty girl'
'Sir Black is an excellent Master isn't He'
     
"my Master is the best in the world"
     
she gets it
and more