It was indeed a long evening. So long, in fact, that we never got around to that spanking. Once we got home after a rather long and boring drive we – or rather I – simply crashed and went to bed, leaving an obviously pretty frustrated slave behind to contemplate what might have been. Unfortunately, it has been like that far too often these last few weeks. I have not been well and as a result I have neglected my slave and her needs.

No problem though, I have also been containing my sadism for far too long, and today that sadism will be allowed to surface once again and wander freely. At the expense of my slave, of course.

Later today, she will be told to dress immaculately in her slave ‘uniform’, consisting of enticing lingerie, stockings and the inevitable high heels, all working to together to make her body look even more alluring and sexy for me, her Master. Once properly attired and made up she will present herself and await her Masters pleasure.

I am picturing in my mind a prolonged and thorough treatment – read torture – of my slave’s cunt until it is nicely red and swollen. Suction cups and a carefully chosen array of whips and floggers will see to that. Torturing her cunt like that is something I enjoy tremendously, not in the least because my slave both fears and enjoys my attentions, though not always in equal measure.

An added bonus of course is the fact that her swollen cunt grips my dick even tighter than usual once I allow her to present herself on all fours before me, eager to be mounted like the horny bitch she is.

Hmm, come to think of it, my sadistic urges may not have been fully satisfied yet at that point. Rather than fucking her, perhaps I will have her squat in front of me, resting her body against my legs as I stand behind her and have her open her legs wide for me, thus offering her inner thighs as an excellent target for my cane. Feeling her body shake with both fear and excitement as she rests against my legs is very satisfying indeed, although not nearly as satisfying as bringing the cane down hard on the delicate flesh of her inner thighs between her stocking tops and her cunt.

Hearing my slave grunt as my cane bites into her flesh and then feeling her body absorb and welcome the pain I give her for my pleasure is one of the most intense feelings I know. Having said that, watching the angry wheals from my cane appear on her thighs isn’t a bad feeling either.

Yes, life is definitely good ...