I was ready for him when he came through the door. He took one look at how I was dressed and knew what he was supposed to do but for some reason he had a strange look on his face and a big smile.
“Get your f*****g clothes off, slave,” I said coldly.
He began stripping, still looking at me with that funny look. We had played these games before so I’m sure he thought he knew what was coming but he had no idea. This wasn’t a game this time.
After he was naked, I cuffed him, put shackles on his legs and led him, to the kitchen table where I bent him over and strapped him down. Then I did something he never expected. I gagged him.
When he looked at me and grunted, I said, “I don’t want to hear your f*****g lies.”
I beat him with the cane until he was bleeding, wailing into his gag and a p
