Bayonetta’s Abuse – Chapter 06 – Flames Of Passion by [James Bondage]..,
Can deep love abide between Mistress and slave? Or will it always be a matter of sex and punishment? Only a trial by fire will tell. , James was deep asleep as the rain pitter-pattered against the large, arched window opposite the bed. Only the smallest amount of light crept into the large bedroom, the grey, cloud-filled sky creating a dark and ominous day outside. As Bayonetta began to stir, she held her hand up to her face, the hangover pounding at her skull as she slowly extended her long legs and rose from the bed.
“Fuck me…”
She staggered across the dreary room, head in hand, grasping for the light switch blindly. Finding it, she turned the light on, her headache flaring as the bright bathroom light bulbs beamed into her eyelids. “Ahhh! DAMMIT!” She hastily opened the medicine cabinet, popped two tylenol and turned back into the main room, her eyes still adjusting.
She stopped at her dresser and pulled out a bra and a pair of her black, satin, ultra-stretch panties, gradually dressing herself as her head continued to buzz. She slipped into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, grumbling as her morning wood was tucked tightly against her thigh. A light rumble of thunder echoed in the distance as she made her way back to the bed. She observed her slave sleeping peacefully, probably dreaming about a normal life… chasing skirts, drinking with his buddies, whatever it was that he did when he still had his freedom. As she gazed down at him, the memories of the night before started to rush into her mind, and the more she remembered, the colder her eyes became.
*SMACK*
“Wake up you little shit!”
The fierce crack across his face brought him around almost immediately, James’ cheek smarting painfully and his eyes blinking as the face of an angry mistress came into focus. ”Ughhhnn….. good morning to you too.”
“I am NOT in the mood for your sarcastic bullcrap. Get up!”
As he began to rise, she grabbed him by the arm, yanking him off the bed and onto his feet, pulling him quickly towards the bathroom as he struggled to keep his balance. She shoved him roughly into the bathroom and he almost fell into the tub, a quick grab of her towel rack saving him from a nasty collision.
“Shit, shower and shave. I’m going to go get the car. By the time I’m back, you’d better be clean as a whistle.”
The door slammed loudly, and as James pulled himself to a full standing position he could hear a chair being roughly wedged into the door, locking him inside.
‘……Well, looks like I’m in the dog house.’
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An hour and a half later they were both back on the road, presumably heading to her apartment, although James wasn’t sure. The rain poured down in loud sheets as they drove, thunder and lightning cracking across the sky with regularity. Bayonetta had barely said three words to him since she got back and her eyes were fixed squarely ahead as she drove. He had not expected her to be thrilled with how the previous evening ended, but he didn’t understand her intense reaction either. He glanced over at his dark goddess, trying to gauge her disposition.
“Mistress, are you feeling better?”
“I’m fine” she answered curtly. She reached over to the center console and turned the radio on, quickly scanning it to the nearest news station. It was clear she wasn’t interested in conversation right now. James sighed internally, wondering just how much trouble he’d gotten himself into.
It wasn’t long before they arrived at her building. Bayonetta quickly parked, grabbed him by the arm and marched him back into her studio dungeon.
“Get out of those, now” she ordered, gesturing to his dress clothes. The fine suit was all wrinkled and disheveled, having sat in a pile throughout the night and then put back on hurriedly before they left the house. He removed the articles one by one, gently folding them over the back of her leather arm chair as she moved around the main room, gathering up some of her toys. As soon as he was naked, she grabbed his wrists and pulled them behind his back, smoothly slapping on a pair of metal handcuffs. She walked him directly to the waterbed on the other side of the large room, turned him around to face her, and then backhanded him with more force than she had ever used. The blow was incredibly loud, his entire head wrenching to one side as his body spun and collapsed on the bed with a wet thud.
“You LITTLE TURD! Did you think you could just get me loaded like some HUSSY?!? I bet you think that was really cute… You won’t for much longer.”
He wanted to reply, but he was too busy counting his teeth with his tongue and confirming that his jaw still worked. The blurry vision wasn’t helping either. As he lay there in a daze, Bayonetta quickly fixed his collar back around his neck, clicking the chain to her bed on one of its metal rings. Her slut secure, she began moving around the apartment again, discarding her casual clothes hurriedly and donning one of her black leather bustiers.
“Well congratulations bitch! You finally earned some real punishment. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t waiting for this day. Or that this is going to be anything but painful for you. Or that I’m not intensely aroused right now.”
James pivoted himself on the bed, turning so he could see his Mistress in the center of the room pulling on a pair of her leather thigh-highs. The sheer ferocity in her voice was making him nervous, and he had to swallow the lump in his throat before he could raise his voice above a whisper.
“Mistress, I’m sorry! I just wanted to get to know you better! I tried other approaches but they never worked! You didn’t leave me with many options…”
She seethed at his reply, grabbing a riding crop from the table and quickly closing the distance back to the bed, her heels clacking on the wooden floor menacingly. She whipped the crop into his chin, pushing the end of it into his face forcefully.
“OPTIONS? You want options, is that it? Ok, how’s this for an option? I can beat you and fuck you, or I can beat you, fuck you, and then beat you again! Which sounds better to you?!?”
He opened his mouth, but in his stunned state, no words escaped.
“Cat got your tongue? Actually, forget it. You don’t get any options. In fact, I don’t want to hear another word out of your fucking mouth!”
With that, she grabbed a ball gag from her nearby toy rack and approached him swiftly.
“Wait, Mistress! Please!!!”
She shoved the thick red toy into his mouth, pulling the tight latex straps back and letting them snap into the back of his head. He muttered something loud and lengthy into the thick gag, but it was completely unintelligible.
“What’s that Cheshire? You’re a little shit stain who’s too clever for his own good and deserves a severe whipping? I couldn’t agree more.”
Bayonetta then grabbed him roughly by his bound arms and pushed him back into the center of the bed, face down. She left his side for a few moments, finishing her preparations and returning with a long, thick whip in hand. James couldn’t see it, but when it was unfurled and it slapped against the floor loudly, he knew it was no toy. That was a real bull whip.