Today I’m in a rage. That insolent little shit, Bitch Boy 2, has pushed me too far. He thinks he’s entitled to a name, of all things! And then the audacity to raise his voice to me and give me an attitude. Does he not understand who he is dealing with?
I grab him by the throat, slamming him against the wall. His eyes bulge as I squeeze, cutting off his pathetic begging. “Shut. Up,” I growl, my voice low and menacing. “You’ll address me with the respect due to your mistress, got it?”
He nods frantically, gasping for air. I release him, and he slumps to the floor, coughing and sputtering.
“Pathetic,” I sneer, looking down at him disdainfully. Then an idea strikes me, and a wicked grin spreads across my face. “Since you seem to enjoy exerting your ‘authority’ so much, why don’t we see how you like being put in your place?”
I unfasten his pants and yank them down, along with his underwear. His cock springs free, already half-hard despite his fear and humiliation. I chuckle darkly, trailing a finger up his shaft. “Poor, misinformed boy. You really thought you had a say in anything, didn’t you?”
Without warning, I bend down and slap his tender little ballsack. He cries out, his eyes filling with tears as I work him over. I can see him getting harder, more excited by the degrading treatment. Disgusting.
“You want to cum, Bitch Boy? You want to spill your filthy seed on the floor at my feet while you apologize for your insolence by emptying your wallet? Because that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”
“Now, let’s take care of your transgressions.” I grab my phone, pulling up his banking app. “You’re going to transfer half your savings into my account, effective immediately. And if I find out you so much as think about questioning my authority again…”
I trail off, letting the implied threat hang in the air. Bitch Boy 2 scrambles to his feet, eyes wide with terror as he obeys my command.
When he’s done, he looks up at me, utterly humiliated and broken. “Thank you, Mistress,” he whispers, his voice barely audible.
I just sneer at him. “You should be thanking me for keeping you in line, you pathetic little worm. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind about punishing you further.”
He scurries away, his tail between his legs, as I watch him go with a satisfied smirk. Yes, that’s much better. Bitch Boy 2 knows his place now, and he’ll never forget the lesson I just taught him.
