Hot Ticket
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Aggie went to her table and returned with a black cloth sack. She slipped it over his head. The room was tinted black as he stared through the gauzy material. He could see just fine, and he could breathe. He realized she couldn’t see his face like this. Was that her purpose? So she didn’t have to look at him?
“Stay,” she said, before leaving him lying there on the cold floor, his leash lying loose beside him. He tilted his head and watched her walk into the second room of her sanctum. She returned a moment later with a big, muscular man on a leash. He was hooded, but otherwise unrestrained.
“Kneel, Loser,” she growled at the man.
“Yes, Mistress V.” He dropped to his knees, bent over her boots, and rubbed his leather-encased face over her feet and ankles with feverish reverence.
He noticed Jace lying naked-with-socks on the floor and glanced up at his dominatrix in question.
“Don’t look at me directly.”
He averted his gaze.
“We’re going to show this misbehaving slave the proper way to respect his mistress. Do you think you can handle that?”
“Yes, Mistress V.”
She ran his leash through a metal loop in the floor and pulled until his face was pressed against the ground. On his knees with his shoulders on the floor, and his ass sticking straight up in the air, Loser’s balls and dick swung freely beneath him.
“Hold,” she said and handed him his own leash. He held himself in that position while Aggie went to retrieve the thick rectangular paddle from the table. She returned to Loser and stepped on the back of his neck with one boot.
“How many do you want?”
“Five.”
“Only five? What are you? A f**king pu**y? Say it.”
“I’m a pu**y.”
“How many do you want?”
“Six, six. Please, Mistress V.”
She drew her arm back and hit his ass with a resounding crack. His flesh distorted to the shape of the paddle then settled back into place, a bright red shade. He grunted in pain. Mistress V drew her arm back again and hit the guy’s ass in the exact same spot. This time he cried out hoarsely. Jace stared up at Aggie, watching her relish her power as she smacked her slave’s ass a third time. A fourth. Loser, or whatever the hooded man’s name was, whimpered in anguish, but did not call for mercy. And his c**k had grown harder with each strike. Jace’s had as well. Not from watching another man’s pain. From seeing the absolute joy on Aggie’s face as she gave this man exactly what he wanted. Loser didn’t deserve her attention. And neither did Jace.
After the sixth strike, Aggie removed her foot from the back of Loser’s head and rubbed his red ass with one hand. “Do you want more?”
“Plug me, Mistress V. Please. Please.”
“I don’t think you screamed loud enough to be plugged.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress V.” He gasped, literally in tears. “I’ll do better. Three more, please.”
She struck him three times in succession, and if she didn’t think he screamed loud enough this time, she was in need of a hearing aid. “Good boy,” she crooned. “Release.”
He let go of his leash and belly-crawled to her feet. “May I?” he whispered. “May I?”
“You may.”
Again he rubbed his face against her boots like an affectionate cat, crooning softly to her feet as she stood there and allowed it.
“Do you still want the plug?” she asked.
He started trembling uncontrollably and rubbed his face over her boots. “Y-yes, Mistress V. T-thank you.”
She nudged him aside and disappeared into the room she’d retrieved Loser from earlier. Jace wanted to ask the guy what kind of plug, but he was still gagged. Loser was avoiding looking at him anyway. It wasn’t as though Jace would recognize him if he met him on the street. His face was completely obscured by the hood. Jace’s by the black bag.
Aggie stalked back into the room, her heels clicking on the cement floor. “Assume the position.”
On his knees again, Loser planted his face on the floor, grabbed his ass cheeks in both hands and pulled them apart. Aggie took something thick, black, and glistening and inserted it into the guy’s anus. Jace flinched when she lifted one foot, pressed it against the end of the plug, and pushed it deep into the guy’s ass with a solid kick. Loser shuddered and then grabbed his dick in both hands, stroking himself in earnest. Aggie smacked his ass with the paddle again.
“No. No touching yourself until you beg for mercy.”
He released his cock, breathing hard as he struggled to contain his excitement. Aggie paddled him relentlessly now. Not as hard as before, but without pause. Hitting him so the vibration would travel through that butt plug he enjoyed. Whimpering, crying, writhing on the floor, Loser found some glorious place where pain became pleasure. After several minutes, he sputtered, “Mercy, Mistress V. Mercy.”
Though she was obviously worked up by her ministrations, her arm halted in mid-swing. She relaxed her stance. “You may proceed.”
Loser grabbed his c**k and started jacking-off excitedly.
“If you get that on my floor, I’m going to make you lick it up,” she warned him.
When he sputtered with release a few seconds later, she was a woman of her word. She unzipped the mouth of his hood and forced him to lick his own cum off the floor—except she wasn’t actually forcing him. He was doing it quite willingly, eager to please his mistress. Once he’d cleaned the floor to her satisfaction, she allowed him to kiss her boots. Jace couldn’t believe making out with some chick’s boots could excite a man so much, but Loser was undoubtedly enjoying his privilege. He sucked them with his open mouth, his tongue rolling over their shiny black surfaces. He made delighted sounds in the back of his throat the entire time.
“Go clean up now,” Aggie said. “And take your butt plug with you.”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you for your mercy.”
Loser crawled into the second room.
“Don’t come out of there until I tell you to.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Aggie leaned over Jace and pulled the cloth from his face.
“Do you get it now?” she asked.
Jace had gotten it from the beginning, but he wasn’t like most masochists. He didn’t need the little show to accept his punishment. He knew he deserved it whether she thought he did or not.
He rolled onto his back, his hard c**k pointing at the ceiling.
She sucked a breath through her teeth when she saw the evidence of his excitement. “Damn it, Jace. Why are you hard again? Did you like watching me make a grown man cry?”
“Stay,” she said, before leaving him lying there on the cold floor, his leash lying loose beside him. He tilted his head and watched her walk into the second room of her sanctum. She returned a moment later with a big, muscular man on a leash. He was hooded, but otherwise unrestrained.
“Kneel, Loser,” she growled at the man.
“Yes, Mistress V.” He dropped to his knees, bent over her boots, and rubbed his leather-encased face over her feet and ankles with feverish reverence.
He noticed Jace lying naked-with-socks on the floor and glanced up at his dominatrix in question.
“Don’t look at me directly.”
He averted his gaze.
“We’re going to show this misbehaving slave the proper way to respect his mistress. Do you think you can handle that?”
“Yes, Mistress V.”
She ran his leash through a metal loop in the floor and pulled until his face was pressed against the ground. On his knees with his shoulders on the floor, and his ass sticking straight up in the air, Loser’s balls and dick swung freely beneath him.
“Hold,” she said and handed him his own leash. He held himself in that position while Aggie went to retrieve the thick rectangular paddle from the table. She returned to Loser and stepped on the back of his neck with one boot.
“How many do you want?”
“Five.”
“Only five? What are you? A f**king pu**y? Say it.”
“I’m a pu**y.”
“How many do you want?”
“Six, six. Please, Mistress V.”
She drew her arm back and hit his ass with a resounding crack. His flesh distorted to the shape of the paddle then settled back into place, a bright red shade. He grunted in pain. Mistress V drew her arm back again and hit the guy’s ass in the exact same spot. This time he cried out hoarsely. Jace stared up at Aggie, watching her relish her power as she smacked her slave’s ass a third time. A fourth. Loser, or whatever the hooded man’s name was, whimpered in anguish, but did not call for mercy. And his c**k had grown harder with each strike. Jace’s had as well. Not from watching another man’s pain. From seeing the absolute joy on Aggie’s face as she gave this man exactly what he wanted. Loser didn’t deserve her attention. And neither did Jace.
After the sixth strike, Aggie removed her foot from the back of Loser’s head and rubbed his red ass with one hand. “Do you want more?”
“Plug me, Mistress V. Please. Please.”
“I don’t think you screamed loud enough to be plugged.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress V.” He gasped, literally in tears. “I’ll do better. Three more, please.”
She struck him three times in succession, and if she didn’t think he screamed loud enough this time, she was in need of a hearing aid. “Good boy,” she crooned. “Release.”
He let go of his leash and belly-crawled to her feet. “May I?” he whispered. “May I?”
“You may.”
Again he rubbed his face against her boots like an affectionate cat, crooning softly to her feet as she stood there and allowed it.
“Do you still want the plug?” she asked.
He started trembling uncontrollably and rubbed his face over her boots. “Y-yes, Mistress V. T-thank you.”
She nudged him aside and disappeared into the room she’d retrieved Loser from earlier. Jace wanted to ask the guy what kind of plug, but he was still gagged. Loser was avoiding looking at him anyway. It wasn’t as though Jace would recognize him if he met him on the street. His face was completely obscured by the hood. Jace’s by the black bag.
Aggie stalked back into the room, her heels clicking on the cement floor. “Assume the position.”
On his knees again, Loser planted his face on the floor, grabbed his ass cheeks in both hands and pulled them apart. Aggie took something thick, black, and glistening and inserted it into the guy’s anus. Jace flinched when she lifted one foot, pressed it against the end of the plug, and pushed it deep into the guy’s ass with a solid kick. Loser shuddered and then grabbed his dick in both hands, stroking himself in earnest. Aggie smacked his ass with the paddle again.
“No. No touching yourself until you beg for mercy.”
He released his cock, breathing hard as he struggled to contain his excitement. Aggie paddled him relentlessly now. Not as hard as before, but without pause. Hitting him so the vibration would travel through that butt plug he enjoyed. Whimpering, crying, writhing on the floor, Loser found some glorious place where pain became pleasure. After several minutes, he sputtered, “Mercy, Mistress V. Mercy.”
Though she was obviously worked up by her ministrations, her arm halted in mid-swing. She relaxed her stance. “You may proceed.”
Loser grabbed his c**k and started jacking-off excitedly.
“If you get that on my floor, I’m going to make you lick it up,” she warned him.
When he sputtered with release a few seconds later, she was a woman of her word. She unzipped the mouth of his hood and forced him to lick his own cum off the floor—except she wasn’t actually forcing him. He was doing it quite willingly, eager to please his mistress. Once he’d cleaned the floor to her satisfaction, she allowed him to kiss her boots. Jace couldn’t believe making out with some chick’s boots could excite a man so much, but Loser was undoubtedly enjoying his privilege. He sucked them with his open mouth, his tongue rolling over their shiny black surfaces. He made delighted sounds in the back of his throat the entire time.
“Go clean up now,” Aggie said. “And take your butt plug with you.”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you for your mercy.”
Loser crawled into the second room.
“Don’t come out of there until I tell you to.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Aggie leaned over Jace and pulled the cloth from his face.
“Do you get it now?” she asked.
Jace had gotten it from the beginning, but he wasn’t like most masochists. He didn’t need the little show to accept his punishment. He knew he deserved it whether she thought he did or not.
He rolled onto his back, his hard c**k pointing at the ceiling.
She sucked a breath through her teeth when she saw the evidence of his excitement. “Damn it, Jace. Why are you hard again? Did you like watching me make a grown man cry?”
