You Would Never Know I’m a Sadistic Little Mistress.

Do I look like a sadistic little mistress?

Have you been looking for your perfect, sadistic little mistress? I’d like to think that’s me, and I know you’ll agree. I have quite the mean streak. Always have, and it’s fun to use it on men. Especially cowardly twerps that don’t have a strong bone in their body. I enjoy cock and ball torture calls a lot. I find many men quite deserving of the unique sort of pain that fetish entails. Some are really extreme about it, even talking about castration. Others like to whip their cock with a belt, apply clothespegs, or drip some melting candle wax on themselves.

There’s no shortage of the wicked, painful things that we can explore together. A few years ago, I found out my boyfriend had been cheating on me. Not only did he cheat, but he also lied about it right to my face. I had proof in the form of pictures—I’d had him followed. Yet he lied through his teeth about it. I decided to play a trick on him. That is how I got involved in these antics. It was mean, but I think he was taught a lesson he’ll never forget by his sadistic little mistress. I suggested we try something new, and he eagerly agreed. Then, I tied him spread eagle to the bedposts and acted all sexy, walking in wearing my new lingerie.

I made sure the knots were tight with no chance of escape.

He looked so aroused. The look on his face was pure anticipation. Then I showed him the pictures of him fucking the other woman he’d sworn up and down he hadn’t. The look of eager anticipation soon switched to worry and fear. I took out a riding crop I’d hidden under the edge of the bed. Then with as much strength as I could muster, I brought it down on his cock. He yelped in pain, which made me laugh. Then the stream of apologies came forth. I was having none of it. I told him it was over. Then, I again brought the riding crop down his dick, which had quickly deflated at this turn of events.

I lifted his limp dick with my thumb and forefinger as if I was handling a filthy rag. I wanted access to his balls. Of course, I knew they were swollen and full of cum he’d been planning to deposit into me. A few more swift blows onto them, and he was yelping like a little girl. I could barely control my laughter. He struggled mightily as I reigned down strike after strike of the riding crop. I was being a true sadistic little mistress and enjoying it thoroughly. Maybe a bit too much. He begged for me to stop. Then, I growled he’d never have my pussy again. That he’d thrown away steak for a cheap hamburger. I didn’t untie him.

I left him there for a few hours, like a sadistic little mistress.

Then, I went back in later, and he’d fallen asleep. I started to take some pictures of him tied up and naked. I thought some people he knew might find them amusing. Then, I lit a candle. It was strange the flick of the lighter didn’t wake him. I knew the splashes of hot, melting wax on his crotch soon would! Oh, how he flailed about that bed when he felt the hot wax! He looked like he was having some kind of epileptic fit. He called me a sick, vengeful bitch as I laughed at him. I told him he wouldn’t be enduring any of this if he’d remained faithful to me in the first place. I told him he was lucky his sadistic little mistress wasn’t feeling really cruel.

He could have had a mascara wand with hot sauce up his cock. The look of shock at my words was priceless. I informed him I had pics of him tied up and naked. If he knew what was good for him, he’d stay away from me. I tossed his clothes out the door in the driveway and untied him. He ran into the darkness naked, cursing me. I think he might think twice before cheating on some woman again. Being a sadistic little mistress can be fun when men get out of line.

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