Page 29 of Interview with a Sadist
Before she could even think to prepare, my hand was already around her throat. I could hear her struggling to breathe beneath my grip as I squeezed while pushing my growing erection into her mouth with my other hand.
The second I was in her mouth, I began fucking it. This wasn’t making love. This was not sensual. It was brutal, bordering on painful even for me, but I didn’t care. I needed everything to be hard on this day. I was pure aggression, and I plowed into her mouth relentlessly, relishing the sound of her gagging on my length. She was struggling to survive, and her hands quickly went up to my thighs to hold me. The very sight of her trying to control my movement sent fire rushing up my limbs. Little One knew the rules. If what I was doing was too much, she was to use her safe word. Her hands on my thighs was not the safe word, and I refused to respond to anything else. Then again, she did have my cock down her throat, but fuck it.
“Don’t you dare fucking try to stop me,” I screamed, yanking my dick out of her mouth and crouching down in front of her. “Put your motherfucking hands back where they belong, you fucking little slut. Now!”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry,” she squeaked as I stood up again.
“Prove it. Open that fucking mouth.”
My Little One did as she was told, and I didn’t wait to start again. I slid my cock in and went back to work, using her mouth as my personal fuck toy until I felt the urge to come beginning to work itself up my legs. It was only then that I stopped and backed away, both of us panting.
“Don’t fucking move,” I commanded as I walked away with slobber and precum dripping from my cock.
From my bedroom, I could still hear her gasping for air, and I smiled because I knew it would only get worse for her. She had put me in this mood. She was the cause of it. She was my undoing, so I would be hers.
After ripping off my button-up, I went into my closet and opened the black locker in the corner. Bypassing the plethora of toys at the front of the locker, I grabbed a leash and collar, plus a wand vibrator and my favorite toy—a black-on-black flogger with leather rope tresses roughly two feet long, and thick leather strips on the end of each one. It’s called the Cat O Nine Tails, and it’s my absolute favorite toy to wield.
Completely naked, I stalked back into the living room holding all of my prized possessions, fighting back a grin as Little One’s face melted into anxiety. She enjoyed me fucking her mouth before, and I knew it didn't matter how rough I was. Little One could take just about anything, but I’d never used the Cat O Nine Tails on her before. She eyed it closely as I placed the collar, leash, and vibrator on the couch next to her, but held onto the Nine Tails. Just for show, I let the tails dangle in front of her face like a pendulum. I let it hypnotize her, forcing her to wonder what they would feel like once they were whipped across her skin. I wanted her fear and she gave it to me. Usually, I would give her a small sample of what the material of a new toy would feel like so that she wouldn't be afraid, but not today. Today a brat was being broken by her Dominant, and she deserved to be afraid.
Once I was satisfied by the look of angst on Little One’s face, I set the Nine Tails down and picked up the collar. I fastened it around her neck as tight as I could before it became too much and she passed out. I wanted her awake for the journey we were about to go on, but I cinched it tight enough so it took effort when she swallowed. I secured the leash to the ring on the collar and stood up, fully erect in front of Little One’s face. I knew she wanted my cock, but she didn’t deserve it, so I kept it just out of reach.
“You want it?” I asked, teasing my play thing.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, panting.
I scoffed. “Do you deserve it?”
“No, Sir,” she answered, but I was unmoved by her truthfulness. It was too late for that. Only savagery would make up for ignoring me.
“You’re a fucking whore. Do you know that?” I asked as I tugged on the leash until it was taut.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Luckily for you, you'remywhore,” I said, before turning around and walking, pulling the leash with me. “Now crawl, slut. Crawl, and show me that you remember who owns you.”
I yanked the chain forward and my Little One followed me on her hands and knees like a good little whore. I walked my naked, slutty, little dog around the living room with nowhere to go, forcing her to obey me over and over again every time I stopped and started. I walked her into the kitchen and made her lick water out of a bowl, and made her sit beside me like a good girl, waiting for her owner to give her permission to move again. Time after time, I humiliated my Little One to reinforce my Dominance, and time after time, she obeyed.
“Good girl,” I said once we returned to the living room.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said, pressing her lips together.
“Are you happy?” I asked.
“Yes, Sir. Happy that I made you proud of me.”
“Hmm,” I scoffed. “Do you think you deserve pleasure now?”
“I deserve whatever you think I deserve, Sir.”
I grinned. “Good answer. You're exactly right, and I think you deserve pleasure, but your pleasure will be laced with pain.”
I left Little One on her knees while I plugged in the wand, then handed it to her.
“You have one rule now,” I said, looking her directly in the eye. “No matter what happens, do not take this wand off of your clit. Keep it pressed there until I’m done using you. If you feel yourself about to come, you know what to do.”
“Ask your permission, Sir.”
“Exactly. Good girl. Now, turn it on and do as you were told.”
