I call My slave in from outside, he jauntily saunters in excited to see his Mistress and is instantly chastised and sent out. How rude, he drops to his hands and knees and enters properly. I am already furious at such disrespect not only has he failed to greet Me properly but he is not wearing his collar. This blatant disregard for his uniform and slave etiquette must be punished. I look terrifying in black silk shirt, fitted skirt, stilettos and fishnets tights. he is visibly shaking with fear at his mistakes. I make him kneel on all fours in front of Me where I proceed to severely beat hi...

I call My slave in from outside, he jauntily saunters in excited to see his Mistress and is instantly chastised and sent out. How rude, he drops to his hands and knees and enters properly. I am already furious at such disrespect not only has he failed to greet Me properly but he is not wearing his collar. This blatant disregard for his uniform and slave etiquette must be punished. I look terrifying in black silk shirt, fitted skirt, stilettos and fishnets tights. he is visibly shaking with fear at his mistakes. I make him kneel on all fours in front of Me where I proceed to severely beat his bottom with My hand. The monotonous thud as I connect with his flesh is exceptionally loud. he will never ever forget his sacred collar again or next time I shall make him at it!!! his whimpers turn to growls, his growls turn to screams and only when My hand is crimson do I relent and send him out of My sight .....................