My Kinky Switch
By
Annabel Bastione
SMASHWORDS EDITION
All characters above 18. Adult Reading Material.
Copyright © 2012 by Annabel Bastione
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The key in my hand made that all too familiar metallic sound of a 'clink' as I pushed it into the lock. Turning it, the grinding of gears as the lock popped opened sent waves of security through my hand. Opening the door, I stepped back into my home, my domain. It was where I was safe from the dangers of the outside worl-
"Hee-haw! Hee-hamph!" Daddy cried as best he could with a ball gag in his mouth.
Sara, the escort we always hire, was riding him on his back, dressed in her usual black leather dominatrix suit.
I sighed. Safe from the outside world, exposed to the sweet dangers of hiring a professional domme on the inside.
"Oh! Uncle Bryan's back!" Sara exclaimed, her eyes glinting with excitement behind her zorro style mask.
My eyes widened to take in the image of Sara in her sexy black outfit as clearly as I could. My blood was set alight as everyone noticed my bulge growing bigger and bigger.
"Slave!" Sara commanded, cracking her whip at me.
I activated 'slave mode'.
"Y-yes Mistress Sara?" I stuttered, my eyes instinctively looking down as I did so.
"Put your shit away, strip of your clothes and wait on your knees in the living room. Go!"
I moved instantly, "yes Mistress!"
Hot damn! I thought as I hurriedly ran to my room, chucked everything I had on the bed and tore off my clothes. Clad only in my underwear, I rushed to the living room to wait for mistress… only to see her already waiting for me on the couch, using Daddy as her footrest.
Oh no, I thought as she noticed my late presence in the room.
Beads of hot sweat dripped down my back as Mistress Sara got up from her seat and slowly sashayed towards me.
I instinctively looked down again. Peering up just once to see if she was looking at me, our eyes met, and she stared straight into my soul, releasing at torrent of raw fear rippling through my body.
Fuck. I thought as her footsteps became louder and more foreboding. Goosebumps started appearing as I noted her looming shadow on the floor in front of me.
"Slave…" her voice turned my blood to ice.
"I… I'm sorry Mistress, I'm sorry for being late… and… and… I'm sorry for not stripping down completely…"
My ass was on fire. My legs buckled, sending me crashing to the floor in shock. I looked up, there Mistress Sara stood, in all of her black leathered beauty, whip in hand and a stern demeanor about her.
"Get up, slave!" with every word she spat suddenly sending waves of fear mixed with arousal straight to my now throbbing cock.
"You need to be punished!" she cried, readying her whip again.
I willed my shuddering legs to support me as I got up. I now had goose bumps on my goose bumps and the way she held that whip was not helping either.
"Annnh!" I cried as the familiar sharp, stinging pain coursed through my ass and into my hard cock.
I was ready for it this time, my initial shock quickly transformed into exquisite, pain induced pleasure. It travelled through me like a raging freight train on the open track of my body.
Crack!
"Oh God! The pain feels so good!" I cried out before I could stop myself. What was happening to me? I cared not for the answer as my mind drew a blank, letting the endorphins fill all of my preoccupations.
I fell to the floor yet again as my legs finally surrendered. My breathing was heavy as my underwear turned a dark red.
A hand roughly grabbed the elastic band of my underwear, pulling it up. I instinctively got up, following along with it. It was either willing my legs up again or facing the pain of a wedgie chafing my already broken skin.
Mistress Sara stared coldly at my now bleeding ass cheeks. My blood boiled within me as I stood there in a mixture of stinging pain and embarrassment; letting her inspect my body.
"Strip, slave!" she commanded in her booming voice.
I hastily obeyed her order. My soiled briefs lay on the floor while I stood in front of her buck naked.
"Turn around!"
I turned, what was she going to do now? My heart beat in trepidation as I was about to find out.
"Bend over!"
I bent, supporting myself with the nearby couch. Was I going to get another spanking? Or a whipping? Maybe a ball gag would be placed in my mouth! I savored each and every fantasy with anticipation. My hips swayed slightly as I endured the pain, waiting for more punishment from my Mistress.
My fantasies dragged on and on until I realized too long had passed since I had anything done to me. I turned my head. Apart from Daddy still on his hands and knees in the corner, Mistress Sara was nowhere to be found.
"Mistress Sara?" I called out.
"Don't you dare move, slave! And don't you dare turn around either!" her voice ordered from the next room.
I jolted to attention, keeping still in my bent over position. Was she going to get more exciting tools?
"Ahhh!" I cried out uncontrollably.
Another wave of stinging pain hit my ass as an unknown liquid dripped down on it.
I turned around, watching Mistress Sara pour a bottle of antiseptic liquid on me. Amplified by my open wounds, the pain was magnificent, sending a fresh batch of endorphins surging through to my brain. Mistress Sara was so kind and thoughtful, showing so much care towards her slave.
"You like this, don't you?" she purred as she slowly dripped the stinging liquid on my ass. More pain shot through me as the cold, cold liquid ran down my leg, tickling me so.