I have the right to remain silent – A mistress from another world – part 21

With a power I didn’t know there is, I’m being slammed to the cold wall, almost kissing it and hugging it. My legs are being spread roughly in almost a split, my neck grabbed hard and after another face plant on the wall I hear her:

“You have the right to remain silent, anything you’ll get out your mouth will come back and bite you in the ass”

Using “in the” instead of “on the” completely changed the perspective of this game. Each time she plays the cop, she brings new ways of dealing with me on the table, which can be a little scary but with such a beautiful cop behind my back I’m willing to take the chance… and open my mouth.

Her search is thorough, going through my pockets and slapping me on every part of my body. She grabs my shirt from the back of my neck and pulls it hard, ripping every button and getting it off me. I feel her arms on my waist, slowly loosening my belt and pulling it out of my pants. If she wants to rip these too, it will be a little more difficult…

“Bend your ass!” – I submit to her request, asking myself in what way will she succeed to pull my pants down this way. Just as I smile with this in my head, she crushes my ass with my own belt, a swift stroke which simply stuck on me. The burn was so powerful that I simply howled. That sound brought another stroke on my ass, then another one since I couldn’t shut my damn mouth. Why the hell did I had to wear a leather belt today? My butt cheeks were burning and shivering.

“Pants down, NOW!” – Easier said than done, my pants were glued from the strikes. Taking them down was not without pain… but I did it, because she ordered it and I have never disobeyed her. She only wanted to pull them down to the shoes, not totally off.

“What are you hiding here?”

I was unsure at what “here” means, because I was bare ass naked, no place to hide anything. She grabs my jewels hard and squeezes them, making me jump choppy on my tip toes. Holding them tight she applies another 3 strokes on my ass, from upside. I would love to say whatever it is now so she could lose that grip for a little bit. But, she’s not only holding them tight, she plays with them as Colombo use to play with his steel balls. This is not bad at all, it could be pleasant even if the squeeze would be less and they would be perfectly round.

Like a bully, she pushes into me hard, letting my sweaty shape on the wall. Her grip now goes forward with my precious package, between my legs and backwards. I see her lifting her knee and pressing it on my back, for even a better grip. Now it’s not just my balls in her hand, she also grabbed my manhood, pulling further on. In almost a perfect split, she has her legs wide open on my left while with her body curved, she pulls hard and applies harsh strokes with that damn belt. I would say anything, but what if that bites me in the ass even more?

“It’s time to bring the big toys!”

I don’t even have time to react, she pushes me down like a combat master, still keeping her knee on my back. At this point, when I reach the floor, that leg gets on my neck, holding me perfect, just like a cop would. The upside? Well, from where I’m lying, I can see perfectly between her legs, to that lip slip from her panties. She’s dressed in black tight leather panties with a small top covering half her breasts and a police cap which makes her look so hard that I start thinking to all the bad things I did and want to confess for even more punishment.

She throws my belt away, puts on a pair of handcuffs and uses her slap to correct my bad behavior. Each time her palm touches my skin I feel joy, even if it’s mixed with a stinging burning pain. I start to scream, declaring that she won’t get any information from me. It’s clear that this turned her on even more, slapping me harder, pushing my neck with her knee and spreading the legs a bit more to offer me a better view. All of a sudden this became an interrogation.

“I’ll get everything out of you! Better start talking…”

I even forgot how we started this, but loved every second of it. From the outlaw that wasn’t allowed to talk, to the one that must be made to talk… good turn of events. Slap after slap my ass was getting, turning red and shivering like a twig. Those strokes were so well placed that it started to numb it, feeling only a harsh burning sensation.

“Ok ok, I’ll talk, I’ll tell you anything you want to know, just please stop slapping me for a second, I can’t feel my butt anymore” I scream, hoping for a 5 minute break at least. I couldn’t bear it anymore, I needed a rest to get my feeling back into my ass.

With a slick smile on her kinky face, she wipes her lips with the tip of her fingers, lets my neck alone and moves a bit backward. I barely feel her hands grabbing my ass gently. I turn around and look at her. She frightens me with that look… like a beast ready to thrusts its fangs in the victim.

“I told you that anything you’ll say will bite you in the ass, didn’t I?”

By Savvy Femina