“Happy unbirthday, bitch.”
“Make it happier, Sergeant!”
She wants exactly what I want, and I’m eager to find out just how deep this rabbit hole goes. Our own private perverted Manhattan Matrix. I go to a rack full of whips and pick out a pair of four-foot red leather dragon tails from kink.com.
“Say hello to your little friends, Tweedle-Tit and Tweedle-Twat.”
I whip her hard on the left breast with the right dragon tail, knocking off two of the weighted clamps and making her shriek in enjoyment. I counter with another blow on her pussy from the left dragon, sending more clamps to the floor and making her chain-bound body writhe. It takes five more blows to bring them all down.
“Don’t stop whacking my pussy!”
“With pleasure.”
I whack it with abandon, then I go to the shelf and grab another toy.
“The Cheshire Cat wants to play with your naughty kitty.”
I use that red cat o’nine tails to turn her shaved milky-white crotch a bright crimson. Her moaning and groaning turns to plaintive howling. I grab a long cane stick from the rack and whack her ass cheeks even more.
“Come on, Mad Hatter. Stop swinging that stupid cane, and screw my dirty asshole.”
“Fuck that queer shit. I’m gonna pound your pussy like a real man.”
I grab the metal bar above her head and ram my dick up her tight honey-hole, making her anchored body swing back and forth like a human boxing bag.
“Oh shit, just like that, hard as fuck! You’re the best dominator I ever had!”
“I’m gonna beat you down every single night, you fucking corporate whore!”
I wrap my hands gently around her neck, fighting back the temptation to choke her into total submission. I want to make her serve my every whim till death do us part. I’m usually good at holding back my load, but definitely not this time. I pull out just a minute later, step around to her back side, and drench her ass with splooge.
“That feels so good,” she groans. “Nice warm lotion on my tortured ass.”
I catch my breath for a minute while studying the many toys along the wall that we haven’t tried yet.
“You’re so good at being bad, Mad Hatter.”
“You’re a good sport, Alice.”
“Take off these silly chains, and let’s go take a nice soothing shower.”
I free her from bondage and drop the chains unceremoniously on the hardwood floor, making damn her sure her neighbors can hear it. I go over to the bed and pick up my clothes, and I’m suddenly seized by intense immobilizing pain. It shoots through my entire body like a swarm of killer bees, freezing my muscles and making me fall face-down on the mattress. It lasts only about five seconds, but it seems much longer as I writhe on her red velvet comforter. By the time I realize what happened, she’s pulling my hands behind my back and binding them with metal cuffs.
“What the . . . fuh . . . you fuh . . . fucking tazed me?”
“That’s right, soldier. You’re under arrest for disorderly conduct. I’m hauling your sorry ass to the brig.”
“God, you’re a fucking pyscho bitch!”
“You will refer to me as drill sergeant!”
The bees are still crawling under every square inch of my skin, but I manage to roll over on my side and see her strapping on a seriously sexy red bondage harness. Two vertical straps along her sides holding five horizontal ones above and around her big tits, four around her flat stomach, and three around her wide muscular hips. She tops it off with a red old-school army barracks cap, like a cherry on a kinky sundae.
“You fooled me good,” I mutter through the lingering searing pain. “That Alice in Wonderland shit was a clever disguise for the real Alice.”
“Damn right, soldier. Never let your guard down, no matter how submissive a lady may seem. But that’s not the only lesson you need to learn.”
“Teach me good, drill sergeant. Sub Training for Dummies.”
“Shut the fuck up, you smart-ass Wall Street douchebag.”
She goes to the shelves and picks out a red-and-black striped bullwhip.
“On your feet, soldier.”
I laugh sarcastically, and she whips my ass cheeks with masculine strength.
“On your fucking feet! That’s an order!”
“Yes, drill sergeant,” I groan. I slowly rise to my feet, feeling like the Frankenstein monster right after the lightning strike. She whips my ass again, and I bark out a high-pitched “fucking cunt!”
“Nobody uses the C word on me, motherfucker!”
She bullwhips my buttocks five more times.
“Stand up straight, soldier!” She barks while shoving me upright. I shoot her a smile.
“Wipe that fucking grin off your face!”
“Make me, you fucking cunt.”
She growls fiercely. “God damn, you are the lousiest excuse for a man who ever signed up for the U.S. Army.”
She grabs that same cane rod and lashes my ass my authority.
“Very good. Now we’re even, Private Savage.”
I shoot her another smile, then I hawk a loogie on her pretty face.
“How dare you, motherfucker!”
She slaps the right side of my face at full force, and counters equally on the left.
“I’m taking your arrogant ass to the showers. A little water torture will set you straight.”
She puts a red leather dog collar around my neck, attaches a red leather leash to it, and drags me toward the bathroom, grabbing stuff from her shelves along the way. She’s the best sub and the best domme I ever had, bar none. She leads me into to a spacious marble bathtub.
“A nice cold shower ought to cleanse your sins, Private Savage.”
She turns it on at full blast, raising plenty of goosebumps as it rains down on my front side.
“Nice and refreshing, huh soldier?”
“Yes, drill sergeant.”
“Well, this sure as hell won’t.”
She picks up a two-foot cane wand with a little string and tiny leather straps flaring out at the end. A “flex flicker whip,” designed to concentrate a lot of pain on a small area. She swings it hard, concentrating the pain on my left nipple.
“Hurts twice as when you’re wet, right?”
“Fuck you, drill sergeant,” I whimper.
She flicks the other nipple a little harder, making me cry out louder. She flicks each one five more times, then she lowers the boom right on the tip of my penis. I whimper like a puppy; a far cry from my usual Wolf of Wall Street character.
“That pathetic whining only gets me more excited, soldier.”
She swings it six more times, then she grabs a riding crop and whips me a dozen times all over my body.
“You really liked it when I chomped your tip yesterday, so how about an encore?”
She grabs the shaft and bites down on the most sensitive part of the tip, pushing me past my limit.
“Please Alice, fucking stah-hop!”
She finally lets go ten seconds later. “All right, that’s a little too pathetic for my liking. Time for a little humiliation, solider. Get down on your knees.”
My knees hit the cold marble with the cold water pouring down my back, and she brings her crotch right up to my face. She grabs the leash right next to my neck and starts giving me a nice warm golden shower. I groan awkwardly in perverted pleasure.
“Oh yeah, you love it when women piss on your face. Open your fucking mouth.”
I open wide, and she aims the stream right onto my tongue, filling my mouth with nastiness. She planned this well in advance, making sure her bladder would be filled to the brim with tangy tinkle. It gushes out of my mouth and splashes my rising manhood.