Ms. Harlow's Lesson in Obedience

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My name’s Jasmine, 24, and this is about Liam—21, shaky, and desperate to prove he can handle "the real thing." We met at a club last week. He kept staring at my boots, all tongue-tied when I asked what he did for a living. "I… uh… I stream porn commentary," he mumbled. I laughed. Cute. When he offered to come back to my place, I said sure. No harm in watching a guy squirm, right?

He showed up at 9 PM, wearing a hoodie three sizes too big. I made him take it off. His cock was already hard, twitching like it wanted to betray him. I tossed him a blindfold. "On your knees," I said. No questions. No hesitation. The second he hit the floor, I tied his hands behind his back with the leather cuffs I keep near the couch. His breath was loud—too loud—like he was trying to steady himself by making noise.

"You want dominance, Liam?" I pressed a paddle to his ass. "Open your mouth." He did. I slapped the paddle there, just once. His jaw clenched. "Swallow it," I said. The taste of leather mixed with his spit. I kept hitting him there, slower and slower, until I switched to my hand. Palms, fingers, knuckles—everything slick with his drool. He was screaming now, not pleas, just raw noise. Good.

He begged to see me. I let him take off the blindfold. My strapon was hard already, gleaming under the dim light. "Bedroom. Now." He crawled after me, face smeared with his own tears. I made him sit on the edge of the mattress and took off his shirt. His chest was a mess of goosebumps. I pinched his nipples until he bit his lip bloody. "You want to taste something?" I asked. He nodded. I shoved a fistful of my hair into his mouth. "No. You want to *earn* something." I pulled him down, tied his feet to the bedposts, and spread his legs wide.

He thought it was going to be straightforward. Wrong. I fucked him dry at first, just dragging my hips back and forth, smacking his thighs. "You’re nothing without a collar," I said, pulling his hair. "Say it." "I’m… nothing…" He sobbed. I stopped. Let him taste himself on my strapon. Then I slapped his face and forced him to舔 my boot. The leather was scuffed from earlier. He hesitated. I backhanded him again. This time, he cleaned it fast enough.

Afterward, I let him cum once—just once—by grinding his prostate. "Stay on the bed," I said. "Wait." His eyes were bloodshot, lips cracked. I went to the bathroom and dumped a cup of warm water into the toilet. The smell hit him first. Faint. Wet. All over his face. "What’s that?" he whispered. I grinned. "Your punishment for being slow." I dipped my fingers into the bowl and let him smell it. "Lick it." He didn’t move. I backhanded him again. One of his ears was ringing now.

He kissed my fingers slowly. Like he was savoring poison. I gave him more. Let him suck the first finger clean. Then two. Then the whole cup. "Swallow," I demanded. He choked, but he did it. I watched his throat convulse. Liam’s face turned purple, like he wanted to vomit, but I grabbed his hair and made him hold it down. When he finally stopped shaking, I tied him to the chair in the corner. The toilet seat was warm against his forehead. "Clean it. All of it." I left the room and closed the door.

He took 20 minutes. I counted. When I opened the door, he was shaking. The floor gleamed. His wrists were bleeding from the rope. "Good boy," I said. I sat on the toilet and made him suck my clit through my thong. He didn’t complain when I pulled away. "You’re lucky you’re cute," I told him. He didn’t answer. I’m pretty sure he peed a little when I hit him with the feather duster. Again, all part of the game.

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