Broken In – Part 1

Dave awkwardly maneuvered the flat-screen TV up the stairs to Leah’s bedroom, the weight of it nothing compared to the nervous energy tightening in his chest. At twenty-four, he ran his own handyman service and had been working on and off at Leah’s house for nearly a year.

She was forty-five, stunning, with a presence that came off strong, even dominating, that some people found intimidating—off-putting, even. But not Dave. That commanding presence stirred something deep in him, something that had been part of him for a long time.

Fantasies of serving a beautiful, powerful, older woman had always lived in the back of his mind. Leah could be that women. Dave fantasized about her all week. He definitely had a crush on her. He told himself he was just being helpful, but the truth was, he kept inventing reasons to come back.

The bedroom door was already open. Her room smelled wonderful, and kind of fancy—sandalwood and leather.

“Set it on the dresser and hook it up,” she ordered, barely glancing up from her tablet.

She was curled in an armchair near the window, her beautiful legs folded beneath her, dark hair falling in a loose wave over one shoulder. She wore perfectly fitting jeans and a tight white tank top—no bra, just the smooth curve of her breasts and a deep line of cleavage on full display. He felt his cock get a little bit harder.

Dave tried not to stare. But there was something about her, a mix of confidence and control, and people either leaned in or backed away.

Most people tried to avoid her.
Dave couldn’t get enough.

As he lowered the TV onto the dresser, something caught his eye on the bureau across the room. He felt his heart skip a beat.

There, beside a silver dish of perfume bottles, sat a pair of black leather wrist cuffs that were joined together by a silver metal chain, fastened to the cuffs with metal dog clips. Next to them was a riding crop, its leather tip slightly worn. His throat went dry.

Oh, my God! She’s into bondage?! Dave’s heart began to race.

He tried to ignore it all and just focus setting up the TV. But his hands trembled as he tried to plug in the cords.

She watched him from her chair and saw how flustered he had gotten now that he had seen her toys. A smile crept upon her face.

He didn’t run, she thought. Good boy. Let’s see if he wants to play.

“You’ve been back here a lot lately,” Leah said, her voice stern but casual.

He glanced over his shoulder to look at her.

“Yeah, uh… I guess your house has … you know … umm ... like, there’s a lot of stuff that… umm, needs to be done,” Dave said.

Oh god, he thought, that was the dumbest thing ever. He was sweating.

He snuck a quick peek at her cleavage, then turned back to the TV.

Leah rolled her eyes and shook her head.

This was too easy. Why didn’t I do this months ago.

Leah set her tablet down and stood slowly, walking toward him with the easy grace of someone who was in full control. She got within a few feet of him and stopped.

“You noticed my toys,” she asked teasingly.

He swallowed. “Yeah.”

“They bother you?”

“No,” he said a little too quickly. “They… uh, you know… it’s all good. Whatever you’re into. You do you, you know,” he added, trying really hard to sound cool about it. He winced at how ridiculous he sounded.

Leah didn’t respond and just let the silence stretch.

Dave pretended to fix something behind the TV to look busy so he didn’t have to leave.

Leah just studied him, watched how nervous he was getting.

Still hasn’t run. And it doesn’t take that long to hook up at TV. I bet he’s faking working on something just to stay. Very good boy,

“Have you ever done anything like that before?”

He stopped pretending to fix the TV and turned towards her. He was too overwhelmed to look at her so he just stared out the window behind her as he fidgeted with his hands.

“No. But, you know, like, I’ve thought about it. And I guess when I saw that stuff…umm….” He let out a nervous laugh.

Dave took a breath to steady himself, then, with more courage than he felt, he let it out, “You know, I find you very attractive. And I like being here.”

Oh my god! he yelled at himself. You’re an idiot! You’re ruining everything. Dave was so irritated with himself he made a fist and dug his fingernails into his palm.

“And you want me to dominate you?”

He swallowed hard, his voice shaky.  “Yes. I mean… you know… if you wanted to do that, sure. I don’t know… if you wanted to, I’d be into it… I mean, I guess… like…you know, just like playtime, I guess.”

Holy fuck! I’ve got to be the world’s biggest dick. She wants somebody cool. Get it together! She’s going to throw me out and tell me never to come back.

He wanted to die right then and there.

Leah let the room go quiet again. She watched him closely. It was kind of cute how nervous and fidgety he was. How he wouldn’t meet her eye. Of course, she wasn’t making it easy for him right now either, which made it all the more fun. 

Leah was actually quite proud of him, at how courageous he was being by opening up to her about his sexual fantasies. Most would have run from her by now. That’s why it was so hard to find someone to play with. It took real courage to be this vulnerable with someone else.

And she knew Dave had a crush on her. The way he looked at her, sneaking peeks at her body when he thought she wouldn’t notice, making up reasons to come over to work—that, plus his constant erection was also a big giveaway.

Leah could also tell what he was into by the way Dave let her control him while he was at her house. And she could be pretty bossy. She would just watch him work and he’d get so nervous he’d start making mistakes.

Oh yes, he was going to be a very fun slave to punish and train, she thought. He will do nicely over my knee and with his face buried between my legs.

She stepped closer to him, close enough that he could feel her body only inches away. Dave froze and held his breath.

“Well, maybe we can work something out,” she said coolly. “Come back tomorrow. There’s a problem with the dryer. You may go now.”

He couldn’t get out of her house fast enough. His mind was spinning. Did that just happen? He replayed it over and over in his head. What was that? Was she just joking to mess with me?

He sat in his van shallow breathing trying to calm down. Is this happening? Is this really going to happen? he wondered. This had been his fantasy for so many years… and it might actually happen. And with Leah! She was so beautiful. He couldn’t believe it.

The next day Dave stood at the dryer taking out the towels. They felt warm and he didn’t hear the squeaking noise Leah had mentioned was the problem.

He was even more nervous than usual being there.

But she hadn’t brought up their conversation from yesterday at all. Barely even looked at him. No coy sexy remarks like he thought she’d make. If anything, she seemed indifferent.

The vulnerability of what he’d shared with her made him squirm with embarrassment. He’d never admitted that to anyone, and he went and admitted it to her.

Maybe she wasn’t interested, he told himself. I bet she just said all that stuff to make fun of me. She probably didn’t even want me here anymore. I’m such an idiot. This should be the last time I come here.

He felt really let down and disappointed, mad at himself for saying all that dumb stuff yesterday and ruining everything.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed what was in the laundry basket sitting on top of the washer—a pile of her underwear. All kinds, lace, silk, and cotton. All Leah’s. Dozens of black, red, yellow and pink panties. She actually wore these next to her pussy. He couldn’t believe it.

She probably wouldn’t miss one. A little souvenir, he thought. A tip. She’s never given me a tip for all the hours I’ve put in here. And I really work hard for her. And if she doesn’t want anything to do with me, and I’m just here to fix the dryer, then fine. That’s it then. I’m gone. 

His hand moved almost on its own. He felt all the different textures. He picked up a pair of sexy black lace panties, fondling them with his fingers, and fantasized about what she’d look like with only these on. He quickly put them back. He knew he was doing something wrong, but he couldn’t help himself.

He reached in again and took out the silky emerald green pair—the ones he’d seen a few days ago, peeking above the waistband of her tight jeans when she bent over. As soon as he touched them, he felt an urge to… nope, can’t do that. It’s weird.

But before he realized it, the fabric was pressed to his face, and he was breathing her in. He felt ashamed. It was too intimate. But he had a raw need to be close to her, to smell her, plus he thought that he might...

“Enjoying yourself?” Her voice sharp and sudden. Dave’s stomach dropped.

Startled, he spun around. Leah stood in the doorway, arms crossed, her expression calm but very dangerous.

“I was…uh… No, wait, you see, umm… I was just...”

“You should probably be quiet. I saw what you were doing,” she said coolly.

Dave went quiet. He’d never felt more afraid.

“You don’t get to touch what’s mine unless I say so.”

He just stared at her… frozen in place.

“Put them back,” she said, slow and firm, like she was telling a naughty puppy to drop something it shouldn’t have.

Dave put Leah’s green panties back in the basket.

She nodded at the laundry basket. “Bring that. Follow me.” There was no question in her voice. Only command.

Dave hesitated—but something in her voice compelled him to pick up the basket and follow her. He wanted to submit to her so badly. He’d dreamt of this for months.

She wore a tight black t-shirt, no bra again, and soft cotton blue shorts. He watched her hips sway as he followed behind her up the stairs, feeling guilty for staring.

Upstairs, the bedroom looked exactly as it had yesterday but the tension in the room was overwhelming.

Leah sat calmly on the bed. Dave stood in front of her, unconsciously clutching the laundry basket like a shield, like it might keep him safe and protect him from her anger.

“You’ve been a very naughty boy,” she said, cold and sharp.

Dave flat out quit breathing.

“And naughty boys need to be punished, don’t they?

He was too afraid to speak.

“Don’t they?!” she asked again more forcefully.

“Yes,” he replied in barely a whisper.

“Strip. Now.”

Dave’s pulse hammered in his ears.

“Wait! What?! No, uh, if maybe … well… like, I was thinking…” Dave started to panic.

“Do not make me repeat myself,” she said sternly, interrupting his rambling nonsense. 

He knew he was making her madder. But he was nervous. So nervous. His heart was pounding.

He wanted to do it, do what she told him to do, but he was really scared, his hands were actually shaking, and his breathing was really ragged.

He put down the laundry basket, feeling open and defenseless now. He slowly pulled off his shirt, shoes, and socks, but then froze again.

He couldn’t just take off his pants. She seemed really mad at him but certainly she didn’t want him to take his pants off. Certainly there was a line not to be crossed and this was good enough.

“You’re not helping yourself by disobeying me,” she said with an angry tone in her voice.

Okay, maybe there wasn’t a line.

With short, shallow breaths, Dave fumbled with the buttons on his jeans and pulled them off. His cock was already hard, and he cursed himself for being so horny and excited by this. Standing in just his boxer briefs, he was so embarrassed, he tried to will his penis to calm down.

“I said strip. You’re already in big trouble. Do you want more punishment added?”

More?!

His breath hitched.

He quickly pulled down his underwear and stood naked in front of her. His body was young, lean, and beautifully built. Built like an athlete, he had muscles in the right places. His chest was hard and smooth, his stomach tight.

Dave had the kind of body you wanted to play with… and the kind of body Leah wanted to punish.

He felt so humiliated standing naked in front of her with a raging hard-on. He instinctively moved to cover his erection with his hands.

“Are you hiding your cock from me?” she asked, her voice teasing. “Hands behind your back naughty boy.”

Dave couldn’t believe this. He was so embarrassed, standing in front of his crush, naked with a big erection.

He was hard because of her. And he knew that she knew that. It wasn’t like she was naked or anything. It was literally her dominance over him that made him hard. And again, she knew that.

“Good,” she murmured as she looked him up and down—like a predator savoring her prize. She took her time, finally getting to look at what she was going to own and play with.

She bit the edge of her lip, her eyes taking him in—his cock was impossible to ignore. Thick and in obvious need of her attention.

Yes, she thought to herself. I’m definitely going to have to punish that naughty cock of his.

She exhaled deeply, pulled herself out of her daydream, and took control of him again.

“You will address me as Mistress or Mistress Leah. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Dave replied meekly, the words catching in his throat. His cock actually twitched with excitement, which did not escape Mistress Leah’s attention.

She reached into the laundry basket at her feet. She picked out a pair of panties—red lace. She handed them to him with a slight smile. “You like my panties so much, try this on.”

“No! Please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to touch them. I swear, I won’t do it again,” he pleaded, his voice trembling. “Please don’t make me do this.”

“You can put them on now, or I can punish you more severely—and then you can put them on. Your choice,” Mistress Leah said in a very calm voice.

Dave did what he was told. He felt so degraded as he pulled her panties up over his thighs, the silk tight against his skin, his erection now pressing tightly against his body. The tip of his penis peeked over the edge.

His humiliation nearly overwhelmed him. “Please, Mistress Leah… I can’t. I’m sorry. I swear I won’t do it again. Please don’t make me do this. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t tolerate disobedience from little slave boys. When I give you an order, you obey. Without hesitation,” she said sharply. “Hands behind your back.”

Slave boy! I’m her slave now?!

Dave could feel his cock get even harder as his right hand grabbed his left wrist behind his back.

She stared at him for a long time, watching his cock stiffen beneath her panties, then she asked him again, “Naughty boys need to be punished, don’t they?”

“Yes,” he replied quietly, so afraid of what she was going to do next.

“Yes, what?!” she asked, very annoyed that he already forgot.

“Yes, Mistress!” he almost yelled, getting more and more panicky.

“Yes, Mistress… what?” she now asked in a voice filled with frustration.

Dave thought he was going to die of embarrassment.

He looked at the floor and said, “Yes, Mistress, naughty boys need to be punished.”

“And are you a naughty boy?”

He hesitated but finally said, using his quiet voice again, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Why?” she asked somewhat casually.

Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse… it did.

Naked, forced to display his huge erection to her while wearing panties, and now having to tell her what he did to make her so mad—he felt like he was going to pass out.

Dave squeezed his eyes shut.

“Because… well, um… I guess, like… I was sniffing your panties,” he said with shame dripping from his voice.

“Now why would you go and do something like that?” Mistress Leah asked, a big smile on her face now, having way too much fun with her new slave boy.

OH MY GOD! Dave wanted to find a hole and crawl into it.

“Because I… uh… well, like, I wanted to… umm…. smell you.” He said it so quietly she could barely hear him.

“My, my, you are a naughty boy. So, what needs to happen next?”

Dave looked up and froze. Too scared to answer. He just stared at her, wide eyed and holding his breath.

“What needs to happen?!” she asked again sharply.

He started to shake his head, almost imperceptibly. He couldn’t answer her. He was too ashamed. He felt like he was about to hyperventilate.

Mistress Leah knew he was scared. It was very obvious.

She also knew this was exactly what he wanted; he would have run from her long ago if it wasn’t. His cock wouldn’t keep getting harder if it wasn’t.

Part of the job of a mistress was the tough love of getting their slave to admit to what they’d kept hidden, sometimes for years, because they were too ashamed to let anyone know.

Mistress Leah liked Dave. She really did. And she wanted Dave to act out his sexual fantasies in a safe place, and in return, she got to act out hers.

“You’d better tell me what happens to naughty slave boys… or do you want me to decide for you? I really don’t think you want me to do that.”

Dave found a tiny bit of courage, and in barely a whisper, said, “I need to be spanked, Mistress.”

“Louder,” she ordered.

“Mistress Leah, I need to be spanked,” he repeated, this time louder, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

She smiled, proud of her little slave boy and the courage it took him to finally admit that.

Mistress Leah moved to edge of the bed and then wiggled her finger in that come-hither way. “Over my knee. Now.”

Dave obeyed, bending over her lap in his red panties. He couldn’t believe what was happening. He was frightened out of his mind yet he’d pretty much fantasized about being over her lap since he first met her.

Her hand came down and his whole body jolted with the first slap to his ass.

Oh, God! It really stung. He didn’t think he could do this.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

He wasn’t sure what was worse, the pain of the spanking or the humiliation of being over her knee. His moaning didn’t help his embarrassment.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Oh, no! Dave felt his cock getting harder. No, no, no! Not this. Please no.

Mistress Leah made this next slap really hard.

“Oww!” and Dave jerked his hand back instinctively, desperate to shield his burning ass. But she gripped his wrist, twisting it firmly behind his back. The sudden restraint left him raw and utterly exposed—helpless beneath her.

“Oh, you are a bad boy,” she purred, her voice low and dark. “You are really going to be punished for that.”

His stomach dropped and his pulse quickened. He was filled with fear and, god damn it, he kept getting hornier.

She reached over and opened the nightstand drawer, pulling out a small leather paddle with the word slut in bold red letters recessed into the leather.

Mistress Leah rubbed the paddle slowly over his red ass, and as he realized what it was, his breaths grew shallow and rapid, and he start to squirm on her lap to get away, his heart pounding in his chest.

“No, no, no, please don’t!” he begged as he squirmed on her lap. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good for now on. I’ve learned my lesson. Please Mistress, not with a paddle. Please don’t!”

“Stay still!” she ordered. “While I love to hear you beg, I will punish you any way I want. You belong to me now.” 

Dave tried to calm down, but adrenaline rushed through his bloodstream. He was terrified by what she was saying, and yet… all his fantasies were coming true.

And he still didn’t run.

For Mistress Leah, spanking him with the paddle wasn’t about pain, it was about showing him that she owned him now, and would use him any way she wanted.

And he knew it. Naked but for the red panties stretched tight across his ass, he lay draped over her lap with one arm pinned behind his back. He knew he was her slave—completely hers to do with as she pleased.

“Besides, don’t you think I haven’t noticed how hard your cock has gotten since we started. I know you like this. So, you’d better behave yourself and take what I give you.”

Dave whimpered with embarrassment.

A smile spread across her face, knowing how much he wanted this. If he didn’t want to be across her knee he wouldn’t have followed her upstairs and would have left long ago.

Training him to be my perfect slave is going to be really fun, she thought to herself.

“And since you like this so much, you’re going to be spanked ten times. Now count.”

“No, wait—please don’t!” he blurted, panic leaking into his voice, but before the words even finished leaving his mouth, she raised the paddle and brought it down with a sharp slap.

Smack!

He gasped and froze, his mind suddenly blank. He didn’t know what to feel, what to say, what to do.

“I said count. Do not disobey me,” she snapped.

She slapped him again.

Smack!

“One,” he choked out, his body jolting with the impact.

Smack!

His muscles tensed, breath caught in his throat.

“Two.”

Smack!

“Three.”

His cock was poking out of the panties and every slap pushed his cock against her leg. He was getting so horny that his cock started leaking pre-cum. Mistress Leah noticed and with a wicked smile she began rubbing her thigh lightly against it, letting him know she was fully aware, and could feel it. Dave shut his eyes tight, trying to hide from the humiliation of it all.

Smack!

“Four.”

She paused to watch him as he started squirm again.

Smack!

“Five!”

His voice broke slightly, breath ragged. His right leg jerked upward in reaction to the sting.

“You’d better keep your feet on the floor, or I’ll really start your punishment,” she snapped.

He sucked in a breath. Wait—this isn’t the punishment yet? The thought made his chest tighten. He forced himself to stay still, to stay calm.

“Just for that,” she said, and set the paddle on the bed. She released his arm and then gripped the waistband of his panties with both hands.

“Lift.”

He groaned but obeyed, lifting his hips slightly, leaving his arm behind his back so as not to antagonize her.

She tugged his panties down to his thighs, so his ass was bare for his spanking. His humiliation deepened as she admired the rosy marks she was creating.

Mistress Leah pinned his arm again, a sly smile playing on her lips. “You are such a naughty, naughty boy. I just might have to punish you all day long.”

She paused to rub his sore naked ass with her hand

“Who do you belong to now?” she asked with a wicked smile on her face.

“I belong to you,” Dave replied very quietly.

She spanked his ass hard with her hand.

Smack!

"Owww!”

“I’m sorry, what did you say?!” she asked annoyed.

“I belong to you, Mistress!” Dave said rather loudly this time, not wanting to make her even more mad than she already was.

“Good boy,” she praised. Then she grabbed the paddle.

Smack!

Dave sucked in a deep breath.

“Six.”

“Six? Are you sure it wasn’t five? Do we need to start over and count again?” she asked teasingly.

“No! Six!” he shouted.

“Oh, okay,” she said, trying to hold in her laughter.

Smack!

“Seven,” he barely got it out with a whisper, almost crying now.

“Louder,” she demanded, “or do you really want to start over?”

“Seven!”

Smack! Smack!

“Eight! Nine!”

The final slap landed with a sharp sting.

Smack!

“Owww! Ten!” he cried out, body trembling, completely at her mercy.

She let the silence linger. She put the paddle on the bed and admired his beautiful red ass.

She rubbed her hand slowly over his red skin, savoring his submission to her.

With some training, he just might become a perfect slave, Mistress Leah thought to herself as she admired her new slave’s tight body. He’s already submissive to me, at least tries to be obedient, and is in constant need of punishment.

“Good boy,” she said. “But don’t think we’re done yet.”

After a few more moments of rubbing his ass, she pushed him gently off her lap. “Next pair.”

He stood in front of her, eyes a little bit teary and his cheeks flushed. The red panties still around his thighs, his very hard, leaking cock painfully obvious.

He remained frozen, too afraid to move. He was trying to make sense of this all.

“Now,” she snapped.

He slid the red panties down the rest of the way, letting them drop to the floor. Humiliation washed over him—he’d had a crush on her for a year, and now she was making him wear her panties and lay over her lap to be spanked.

She was watching it with a slow, satisfied smile, fully aware that spanking him had only made him more aroused. And Dave knew she knew, and that made it even more humiliating.

He reached for the black panties on top of the pile, but the row of tiny pink bows along the front made Dave drop them as if they'd burned his hand, and he hastily grabbed another pair.

“No,” she said firmly. “Pick them back up and put them on.”

“Please don’t make me wear these,” he pleaded, voice soft and trembling.

“You just earned yourself twenty more spankings. Now put them on.”

He groaned and slid the new pair up his legs, his erection pressing against the fabric so the pink bows jutted out. Shame and arousal twisted together inside him.

“Come here,” she said.

She retrieved a pair of handcuffs from the bedside table. “You will not hide that pretty ass from being spanked again.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he breathed as he held out his wrists.

She clipped the cuffs onto his wrists, binding his hands in front of him.

“Over my knee. Now.”

He scrambled into position, draping himself over her lap as she adjusted him just how she liked. The first slap of her hand landed with a sharp sting. He flinched.

“Is your cock getting even harder?” Mistress Leah asked, a teasing edge in her voice.

He paused, trying to think his way out of it, then finally in his quiet voice confessed reluctantly, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Tell me why,” she ordered as she scratched his back with her fingernails.

He hesitated, shame and arousal tangling in his throat.

She delivered five hard smacks to his ass. “You’re not in a position to disobey me,” she warned, voice low and dangerous.

“Because I like it when you spank me, Mistress,” he whispered.

“Louder,” she ordered.

“Because I like it when you spank me, Mistress!” he repeated.

Mistress Leah let his confession hang in the air. Her hand stroked the curve of his ass, which was getting really red. She would give him a good swat every now and then. The silence between them was heavy. Dave’s breath was uneven, his heart pounding.

“Yes, you do like being spanked, don’t you? I’ll bet that your cock has never been harder. You know I can feel you leaking all over my leg, right?” she asked in a teasing voice.

He closed his eyes in embarrassment, unable to hide himself, and nodded almost imperceptibly.

“Say it,” she ordered.

“I like it when you put me over your knee and spank me, Mistress… I like when you take control.”

“That’s my good boy.” She grabbed the side of his panties and Dave moaned knowing what was coming.

“Lift,” she commanded, and again he lifted his hips slightly off her lap. She tugged his panties down to his thighs, exposing his ass to her hand.

Dave never felt so helpless and ashamed. His hands cuffed in front of him, so the woman he was in love with can spank his bare ass. The black panties pulled down to his waist only highlighted how naked and exposed he was.

And he just lay there, draped over her lap, swallowed by humiliation as his cock leaked against her thigh again—there was no hiding how bad he wanted it.

She let him rest and lightly scratched up and down the back of his legs. Then, with her left hand, she grabbed his side to pull him closer, to hold him in place, letting him know he wasn’t going anywhere.

Mistress Leah started another round of spanking—slower this time, more deliberate. Dave gasped.

“You’re going to count for me, again,” she said. “And thank me for each one. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered, pulse fluttering.

Smack!

The first strike landed across both cheeks, light but sharp enough to draw a moan from his lips.

“One… thank you, Mistress.”

Smack!

Another, a little harder.

“Two… thank you, Mistress.” His cock started to get even harder.

She spanked him slow, taking her time, letting every slap sting. By the sixth, his cock was so hard it ached. He gyrated his hips between spankings, rubbing his slick tip of his cock against her thigh again—this time more urgently, desperate for friction to bring him to climax.

Mistress Leah rolled her eyes in annoyance and leaned in close. “You’d better stop. You do not have permission to cum.”

His body trembled. “Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry Mistress,” he said, embarrassed at being caught and he stopped moving.

At ten, she was finished. He sagged against her lap, panting.

“Open your legs,” she ordered.

Dave parted his legs and she slid her hand between his legs and grabbed his hard cock. He whimpered softly, the touch sending a shudder through him. His hips twitched instinctively, desperate for more, but he forced himself to stay still—barely.

“You’re mine. You cum when I say. And not a second before. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he gasped, voice strained with need.

“Look how hard you are, you naughty boy,” she murmured, stroking him several times. His breath hitched, it felt so good after being spanked. The pleasure was exquisite. She took him right to the edge, he could feel it, it was right there. His hands clenched into fists, useless in their cuffs, every muscle taut with restraint.

She nudged him off her lap again. “Now stand up.”

Dave whimpered in disappointment and struggled to his feet, flushed and shaking.

“Hands behind your head.”

He put his cuffed hands behind his head and never felt more vulnerable or exposed as he stood before her. She pulled the black panties back up around his throbbing cock and took her time looking him over.

Leah brushed her fingers over her lips as she leered at him. “You’re learning,” she murmured, almost approvingly. “But not fast enough.”

“I want to see you submit to me,” she said, voice low and commanding.

She stood up and walked behind him. She unlocked one cuff.

“Hands behind your back.”

He hesitated only a second before obeying. She locked the handcuffs again. A new level of helplessness sank into his body as she stripped him of even the illusion of control.

Then she sat down on the bed again, directly in front of him, her gaze unwavering. His cock, hard and now defenseless.

She didn’t touch him. She didn’t have to. The silence itself became a form of pressure, her eyes dragging slowly over his body like invisible chains.

He stood there with nothing to hide him, lean and tight, nipples hard, chest rising fast with shallow breaths. The black panties hugged him in the worst way, the bulge of his cock pushing hard against the fabric.

“There,” she murmured, her voice like velvet over steel. “Now you look exactly how you should—like my slave—helpless, and a hard-on for whatever I decide to give you.”

“Get on your knees,” she commanded.

He dropped immediately to the carpet.

“Good boy,” she said, standing over him. “I like it when you’re obedient. You’re starting to understand what you are, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, voice hoarse.

“What are you?”

He hesitated.

She stretched out her leg, sliding the toe of her heel between his thighs and pressing lightly on his cock—just enough to make him inhale sharply.

“I’m your slave,” he said in a panicked voice. “Your plaything. I exist to obey you.”

Leah’s smile was slow and dark. “Yes, you are correct. What a good boy you are.”

She crouched down in front of him, lifted his chin to meet her eyes, and whispered, “Do you want to cum, my little pet?”

“Yes please, Mistress.”

She mockingly frowned, shook her head, and said, “I know you’re trying to be a good boy for me now, but, you were so naughty earlier—fondling my panties and sniffing them. And naughty boys don’t get to cum.” Her tone was matter-of-fact, like it was simply common knowledge.

Mistress Leah stepped around him and moved to the nearby dresser. He quickly turned his head to follow her, catching sight of what she grabbed out of the corner of his eye—her riding crop—his eyes went wide and his breathing grew quick and shallow.

She let it swish through the air as she approached him again.

“Stand up,” she ordered.

Dave obeyed, unsteady on his feet, his heart racing.

“Hold this in your mouth,” she said, placing the crop between his lips.

Mistress Leah moved in close, fingers hooking the waistband of his panties. She eased them down to his thighs once again, revealing him—hard, throbbing, leaking pre-cum, deepening his humiliation and leaving him completely at her mercy.

“You filthy boy,” she hissed. “Dripping pre-cum all over my panties—that earns you another punishment. Do. Not. Move.”

Scared, he obeyed without a word. She removed the crop from his mouth, then stepped behind him and grabbed the handcuffs locking his wrists. Lifting them, she forced him to bend over.

The first strike landed sharp across his ass. He gasped—a sound escaping before he could hold it back—and instinctively bucked his hips, trying to pull away.

“I told you not to move. You will hold still,” she said. “Or we can just keep starting over.”

“No, please. I’m sorry.”

“Stick your ass out,” she ordered. He did as commanded and she delivered another slap. Then another. The sound of the crop spanking him filled his ears. He tried to keep his mouth shut, tried to hold the moans in, but they still slipped out. His cock bobbed as his hips jolted, his cock growing harder as she spanked him—they could both see it.

“Look at you,” she said. “So hard and desperate for my attention. That’s how I like you.”

After the seventh slap, she paused. Dropping his hands, she stepped around to stand in front of him and lightly rubbed the tip of the crop up and down along the underside of his cock. He shivered slightly.

She leaned forward, her voice almost gentle. “That should keep your cock nice and hard for a while. Would you like to cum now?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he breathed, his voice breaking. “Please.”

She tilted her head. “Please what?”

“Please let me cum, Mistress,” he said again, more clearly. “Please—I need to.”

She reached out and stroked his cheek tenderly … “No.”

He froze, stunned. “Mistress…?”

“I said no,” she repeated, not even turning to look at him. “You want to cum? That’s sweet. But wanting something doesn’t mean you deserve it. And if you cum without my permission you’ll be in real trouble,” she threatened. “So no more grinding against my leg when I spank you over my knee.”

Dave’s eyes went wide with embarrassment.

Mistress Leah held the riding crop up to his mouth again. “Open.” Dave opened, and she pressed it back between his lips.

“Hold it tight—don’t even think of letting go,” she commanded, her voice low and firm. “If you drop it, you’ll regret it.”

She then walked behind him again to look at his red ass. She lightly scratched her fingers along his ass and he took a deep breath in.

Then she leaned in and reached around, fingers teasing his nipples with maddening precision.

He let out a shaky moan and rose up on his toes, the sensation overwhelming. 

“Don’t you dare drop it now,” she warned again, seeing his mouth move, her tone sharper. “Every second you keep it in your mouth, you prove you belong to me.”

He kept thinking it couldn’t get more degrading… but somehow it always did.

“I love how hard your cock gets when I spank you.”

His face burned with shame and he squeezed his eyes shut.

She rolled his nipples between her fingers, relentless, until he was shaking—cock aching, breath ragged, so desperate to cum he thought he might lose his mind. She then took the crop from his mouth.

“You don’t have anything to say to me?” she asked, her voice teasing now.

“Yes, Mistress,” he gasped. “Thank you for spanking me… and making my cock hard.”

A wicked smile curled across her lips. She held the crop up to his lips. “Kiss it.”

He did. Then she lifted his hands and bent him over again, spanking him ten more times.

The way his body responded when she spanked him—it was making her wet. 

Mistress Leah tossed the riding crop onto the bed, then moved to his side. Her fingers trailed down his chest and across his stomach, nails lightly grazing his cock—still exposed, the panties resting around his thighs.

She stepped around him slowly, her fingers grazing his red, spanked skin, causing him to jolt involuntarily. She scratched his back before continuing to circle like a predator.

When she stopped in front of him again, she cupped his chin and forced him to meet her gaze.

“Look at your cock—so hard. It’s actually kind of cute,” she said softly, her voice light and teasing. “Are you that desperate to be used?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, his voice barely more than a breath.

She smiled, eyes gleaming.

DAVE'S STORY IS CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 1 - PART 2 ...