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My city is expensive. But
if you have the money, you can make your dreams come true. You like it
strict? I'll give you strict. My promise: You'll never forget the lesson
that I teach you. Never!
Coming to Moscow soon? Want an example of my lessons? Last night I had an American client. Robert, he said, was his name. On a business trip, of course. He saw my ad - "Strict Angel for Hire" - and called. I told him to meet me for dinner. He was younger than I thought - early 40's, maybe, and good looking. I told him to address me as Mistress. After dinner he made a serious mistake: he petted my ass on the way to the taxi. I didn't say anything then. I took him to my warehouse loft. Once inside I ordered him to undress. And then I slapped him in the face, twice, extra hard. I pointed to the whipping bench. There was no more time to waist. I secured him with wrist cuffs and leather straps around his thighs. And then I made him wait.Anticipation is the name of my game! |
"You are a bad boy, Robert! Look at your cock, so hard! You need to be milked before you get punished!"
I got a tall glass and held it in front of his penis while I squeezed him. He came immediately, of course, and his cum squirted into the glass, very similar to milking a cow. I wiped off my hands and I showed him the glass.
"Look what you've done! Nasty boy you are! You never got raised properly by your mom, I guess. I would have taken you to the woodshed every afternoon, that's the only way nasty boys learn to behave. I bet you masturbated every night, under the sheets, squeezing your cock, coming over and over into your pajama's. You think those hardened stains are invisible? You little swine! I would have whipped you for it! With birches and your father's belt, I would have blistered your naughty boy bottom. Every day, you hear! And it is not too late! Now you get what you should have gotten. But much harder, now that you are grown. Much harder!"
I put the glass on the floor and took more practice swings with my dressage whip. I put a stick of gum in my mouth and started chewing, to let Robert know how much this bores me. I'm just doing my duty here, teaching him a lesson. It was time to begin. I took a firm stand behind him and measured my distance. I tapped the dressage whip against his butt cheeks. His ass was flawless and peachy, but I was going to put an end to that.
I reached back for a full swing. Robert flinched. I walked around, grabbed his hair, and shouted in his face: "Stay put! And quiet! You get punished now! You flinch one more time and I'll add a full hundred lashes to your punishment. Do you understand?!"
Once again I measured my distance. This
time the whip whistled through the air and landed on his bottom with a
cracking smack. He buckled over the bench, but the straps and cuffs held
him in position. He looked at me, his mistress, in the mirror, his eyes
wide open now. The dressage whip left a prominent stripe on his ass. I
whipped him again. I chewed my gum. Another swing, another lash. His moans
turned to shrieks, but I never pay attention to those things. I whipped.
And whipped. And whipped. Pure discipline. Always six lashes in a row,
followed by walking around, chewing gum, taking a firm stand again, taking
a practice swing, six lashes again. I am a very good teacher.
Listen
to strict Angel thrashing Robert's bare ass to a pulp! Ouch!
After thirty lashes his entire ass was covered with stripes. Dark red and purple, straight and rigid welts formed on his bottom. His body started twisting, her struggled to catch air. I lit a cigarette to take a break.
"That's half, Robert. Go ahead, catch your breath. Want me to wipe away those tears? If you hadn't touched me after dinner I would listen to your begging and stop. But you did, and I don't forget and don't forgive."
And after I had smoked my cigarette I continued. Full swings with the dressage whip, disregarding the state of his blistered bottom. I whipped. And whipped. Fresh welts on top of the old ones, like a second finish so to speak. I drew some blood with the final lashes. It did not matter. Robert screamed his lungs out. I promised him a lesson he would never forget. And he won't, I was sure of that. Before I untied him I pulled down my thong, standing right in front of his face. Mistress had done her job and it was time for her reward. I didn't have to say anything, he began to lick me and stuck his tongue all the way in. Cute Robert, with his ass soundly thrashed, did a good job and actually made me come. The taste of my juices was a bonus for him, I didn't charge for that.
Keep Robert in mind when you give me a call. You want strict? I'm here to serve you. Don't be afraid.
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