BDSM    Author

Five minutes later, Tristan delivers her coffee. She sits back in the throne type chair and lights another cigarette as she slowly sips at her drink whilst constantly monitoring the two bound men. Every now and then, she takes a slow drag on her cigarette and blows a cloud of sultry smoke into the air as she stares at her two prisoners like a predator watching its prey. Eventually, she crushes the cigarette against the chair's armrest, sets the empty cup aside, and rises to her feet, confident and seductive as she approaches them. She deals with David first, removing his butt plug with a strong yet gentle tug before immediately replacing it with the new one. "So obedient, you’ve done well slave,” she whispers in his ear, tracing her fingertips over the ropes that bind his balls before applying the soothing balm there too. The relief is almost immediate, and David quivers under her care. “Thank you, Mistress,” he replies, the relief obvious in his voice. Next, she moves to Benjamin, who watches her every move with anticipation. “I said that I would change your plug when I’d finished my coffee, didn’t I, slave?” “Yes, Mistress.” His voice is doubtful and he’s obviously waiting for a ‘but’ which Adriana wastes no time in delivering. “Hmmmmm, but I didn’t say that would happen immediately did I? You have now betrayed me on several occasions, so I think it’s only fair that your suffering should be a little greater than David’s. Wouldn’t you agree?” The look of disappointment and dread on Benjamin‘s face is very apparent but he answers stoically. “Yes, Mistress…. That is fair.” He resigns himself to the reality that he’s in for more torment. Adriana admires his determination but knows that this could be her only opportunity to get back at him for consistently dropping her like a hot brick. She needs to make the most of it while she has chance. “Good boy,” she says simply as she gives the dumbbell a swift kick. The sudden jolt makes Benjamin scream again but there’s a faint smile of satisfaction on his face. He truly did deserve this painstaking punishment for what he had done to her, but the perverse masochistic pleasure he is gaining from the excruciating agony only confuses him more than ever before. He moans and groans as each cruel kick of the dumbbell sends an intense sensation of blistering heat and agony surging through his tethered and stretched balls. His body writhes and pulls against the bondage restraining his limbs, desperately seeking an escape from her relentless torture. Adriana looks up as she hears the dungeon door unlocking. Her first thought is that she’s gone too far with Benjamin and the scene is about to be stopped but that turns out not to be the case as a female slave is pushed into the room. She’s naked, hooded and her hands are bound behind her back. On her chest, a note has been written in lipstick. ‘You may wish to use and punish me too.’ Even with the hood obscuring her face, Adriana instantly knows who it is. The locks of dark hair flowing from the neck of the hood and also the distinctive tattoo on her left calf give away her identity. The last time she had seen Charlotte was when she was still a formidable Mistress but the woman now bound before her is far from that. Adriana walks over to her and pulls off the hood, revealing Charlotte's tearstained face. She looks up at Adriana, silently pleading for mercy. “Oh my God, it seems like my birthday and Christmas has come on the same day this year!” squeals a delighted Adriana as she roughly grabs one of Charlotte’s nipples and pulls her further into the room to stand in front of the camera. “OK, Terry…. Are you seriously going to tell me that this bitch is here consensually too?” she asks, disbelief coating her every word. Terry’s voice comes over the speaker. “I think slave Charlotte is probably the best person to ask that question to.” Charlotte lowers her eyes and remains silent, but a single tear trickles down her cheek, the defiance and strength she’d shown when she was in power, now nowhere to be seen. Adriana stares her in the face. “Well, what do you have to say, Charlotte?” She can’t quite believe that she’s having this conversation. “Yes, I am here consensually, Mistress.” It’s a straightforward statement but Charlotte’s trembling voice and the look in her eyes tells a different story. Adriana curls her lips in disbelief. The memory of Charlotte whipping her cruelly in this very room when Terry had first discovered them is still fresh in her mind and she knows precisely what she’s going to do to this bitch. She steps closer and whispers in her ear. “You sided with Terry when actually you should’ve seen what was happening and taken mercy on Benjamin and I, you fucking whore. You whipped me and then handed us over to him, knowing full well he would probably kill us. Now it’s time to pay the price.” Five minutes later, Charlotte is strapped securely to the Saint Andrew’s Cross and Adriana is standing behind her swishing a single tail whip through the air. “ I want to hear you beg me to give you the same whipping that you were happy to inflict on me, you pathetic cunt.” The whip flies, and a loud crack echoes throughout the dungeon. Charlotte moans as the sting of the cracker on her bare flesh rips through her senses. Adriana's hair, now wild and tumultuous, bobs as she brings the whip down again. “I don’t hear any begging, bitch…. I can go a lot harder if you wish,” she shouts. Charlotte writhes in pain, her body twisted and thrashing against the bonds that hold her in place. “Please punish me for my stupidity, Mistress Adriana. I beg of you! This former excuse for a Domme needs to be corrected for her errors and belligerence.” Adriana nods her approval as her arm follows through with grace and skill, each swing a perfect arch that ends with a thunderous impact on Charlotte's torso. The leather of the whip slices through the air and makes contact in a fluid display of dominance. Adriana's eyes flash with determination as she watches Charlotte writhe and yell in pain. She continues to swing the whip skilfully, each blow raining down on its target with surgical precision. Angry marks appear on Charlotte's body, soon turning into fiery raised welts. Charlotte had drawn blood with her and she was damn well going to do the same to her. David and Benjamin can only watch as Charlotte’s back, bottom and upper thighs are transformed into a mass of welts, some trickling with blood. She is now hanging limply from the cross moaning softly and Adriana has returned to her throne for a cigarette break. She surveys her three helpless victims with obvious pure delight. David’s pain has clearly subsided with the balm but Benjamin is still wiggling in his bondage, sweating profusely and suffering considerably. She had almost forgotten about him as she had focused on punishing that bitch. He looks over at her. “Please, Mistress…. I beg of you, please replace my plug. I don’t think I can take much more of this, Mistress.” He groans. He’s now had the chilli coated plug in for nearly an hour and has taken it valiantly. It was time for her to show him some mercy but she remains silent, casually finishing her cigarette before walking over to him. She replaces the plug and rubs some soothing balm onto his balls. “Thank you, Mistress.”