Dance or get spanked Slave – I am the Mistress from Another World – part 29

I love listening to energetic music while I dance naked around the house, it gives me a stage of free spirit and if I close my eyes, I can almost see myself on top of a mountain, looking at all the beauties of the world, or on a deserted beach, enjoying the sun and the waves all by myself. This is exactly what I was doing today, fresh out of shower and with my morning coffee already kicking in, dancing around naked and letting everything else go… and then the doorbell rings. Who dares disturbing this awesome moment of mine? Of course, it’s my Slave, just “passing by” as he says. Well, if I’m not able to enjoy this by myself, I’ll make him the object of my enjoyment…

I don’t want to put any clothes on me so I just let him in the condition I am now, no clothes on and the sweat running on me like a summer rain. I’m breathing hard after all the commotion, but I don’t really care. This is my moment and his appearance will only enhance it.

“Take a sit slave…”

He puts his fitly ass on the corner of my bed, starring at me as if I’m some sort of image his eyes never met before. I turn the volume again to the maximum, making the whole room tremble from its wrists. I am shifting my naked godly body through the room like I am alone on a desert land, moving like there’s no second after this and I want to feel everything in a second. When I look at him I can see the troubled mind that wonders what the hell is going on…

“This is my moment of noisy peace Slave and you disturbed it… but I won’t let this go to waste…”

 His eyes are still wondering on my shapes, slowly, savoring what rarely comes in front of them. It’s time to put an end to this and do something more fun… With this idea in my mind, I grab one of my sexy silk night nightgown which goes about 2 inches above my ass, letting those amazing buns show some skin. I can tell this is something arousing for him, his crotch gets some size in plus. It’s kind of a compliment but I don’t have any time for his, I must make him pay for interrupting my moment.

“Pants down Slave, leave the shirt on!”

I let the music play while I make my voice heard through it, he obeys…

“Now you dance, like there’s no one around, dance like you are free and you never have to worry about anything…”

With a shy face, he starts to move slowly, like a virgin geek on his first party, surrounded by gorgeous babes. It’s kind of endearing , but this is not what I want to see. I get my spanking wire out and with a fierce look, I sweep it hard on his ass.

“Either you move like you feel the beat inside your bones, or this wire WILL get through your bones!”

He gets me… and started moving more lascivious, as if his entire reason to move has changed. It did, in a really devious way and I loved every second of it. His moves weren’t exactly sexy, but I could work with that, mostly because I can control it with my spanking toy. Every time his body makes the wrong turn, I straighten it with a harsh spank.

“Come on slave, show me what you are made from.”

He tries to be as sexy as he can but it seems that the music doesn’t really helps. So I turn to my old friend, the one who can make any piece of clothing go away right from the start of his famous song… Joe Cocker… As soon as the song starts, he feels more confident and shakes that ass as any high paid stripper would. I love seeing his buns moving so sexy, but I must control this. It’s in my nature…

After a while it seemed like he doesn’t want to play this game anymore. I can’t have this… So with my full force, I use the spanking wore on his bare ass.

“Dance or get spanked, harder… It’s up to you slave… and you better get low and drop me some nice ass shakes”.

I was really excited to see him going down and moving like a stripper, but my nature kicked in and in the moment I saw his genital hanging, I couldn’t resist… I had to spank them while still in the air and make them jiggle. He fell in his knees with a visible pain in his eyes. My wire met his back in a lightning hit, making it straighten up and get dancing again.

“It’s up to you Slave…”

By Savvy Femina