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You are my captive little elfen-sissy, and you are sitting on the floor in front of me, teased into a simply delicious state of sexual arousal! You are in the beginning stages of your feminization pricktease punishment...I stand before you, wearing the shiny black spike-heeled boots you just love soooo much, paired with a soft black low-cut angora sweater and shiny black booty shorts. And I have added various black leather accessories to the picture - studded leather cuffs, a studded leather collar and a black leather belt with metal hooks and chains...and it has a careful selection of bondage toys dangling from it!
I have begun your feminization training, teasing and denying you mercilessly with a pair of fluffy pink angora panties, and making you beg me to put them on you. We've been playing a deliciously kinky little tease and denial game with them, and they have been shown to you, dangled before your eyes, swatted in your face, wrapped around your cock, pulled away from you, given back to you, and taken away again...and these activities have been repeated, over, and over, and over again.....
Finally, after teasing you into a simply mindless state of arousal, I have allowed you the exquisite pleasure of wearing the soft, fluffy furry panties, and you put them on, tucking your throbbing erection inside them. The feeling of the soft fur caressing your sensitive erect cock has an immediate effect on you, and it renders you helplessly excited and aroused, putting you in a state of sheer vulnerability to my expertly administered demands and kinky little instructions...
Next, I have picked up a gorgeous pink angora crop sweater and shown it to you, but even after teasing you extensively with it, I have NOT afforded you the pleasure of wearing it....yet. Instead, I have been denying you that reward, gleefully informing you that you are NOT going to have it yet, and instead I have announced that it is time to begin putting you in bondage.
Despite my threatening tone and the stigma that comes with bondage, and the fact that this whole scenario is about punishing you for attempting to steal my fetish clothes, there is an inherent consensual nature in this situation between us. Deep down, you know that this is the way you deserve to be treated, and that despite the kinky plans I have for you, you somehow trust me to take care of you...just the way you like.
With that said, I look down at you with a knowing smile and pick up a pink diamond studded collar and wrap it around your neck, tightening it just right. It is not "butch" at all, it's not that kind of collar, it is much more feminine and girly. It is a shiny, baby pink color, and the diamonds around it portray a feeling of gentle submission. You offer no resistance to me as I put it around your neck, even though it could be perceived to be absolutely terrifying to feel the loss of control that it represents.
I pick up the furry pink sweater again and resume the tortuous teasing, offering it to you, demanding that you try to take it from me, but taking it away every time you try to grab it. This game is getting crueler by the minute, and I watch and giggle at you as you whine and snivel in front of me. You simply cannot have it yet, and the desire that I am arousing inside you is driving you absolutely wild!
The collar you are wearing represents only the first step into your sensual bondage restraint, but it is making me very hot seeing you wear it, and I cannot wait to continue your erotic journey into becoming my personal, prickteased punishment slave!
I am getting even more sexually excited as I dangle the soft, pretty angora sweater in front of you some more, letting you reach for it and pulling it away again and again. Oh, the sweet deception of this little game, showing, offering, encouraging, then refusing and rejecting. I'm not sure who is enjoying it more, you or me! I love looking at the sparkly pink collar around your neck, and it really turns me on to think about the obedience it represents and the control over you it will allow...especially after a few more little toys are introduced into this situation!
Suddenly I can see the tears welling up in your eyes, and pretty soon after that, you simply burst out in an absolutely frenzied plea, begging me to let you wear the sweater, pleading with me to let you have it, and I laugh at you cruelly, saying sternly, "NO! I already told you, you may NOT have it yet! Mmmmm, my little slavey will be made to wear some other things before she is allowed to wear the sexy angora sweater!" The look of surprise on your face is simply wonderful as you find yourself helpless to resist or complain.
You watch as I dangle the sweater in front of your eyes again, and I slowly pull it up and away from you with a wicked smile on my face. My voice goes sticky sweet again as I say, "Mmmmm, you're going to LOVE wearing this! It's so soft and feminine, and it's really going to turn you on to wear it for me!" I show it to you again, stroking the soft fur with my hands, and you begin begging for it. "Well, come and get it!" I encourage sweetly, but when you reach up for it, I simply pull it away again, laughing at the look of confusion and desire on your face. The wicked tone returns as I say loudly, "NO!"
I dangle it playfully as I hold it up, just out of your reach, giggling as I put it down behind me, and I pick up a chain leash with a pink leather wrapped end to hold onto it. I go back to the sweet tone of voice, and I say, "Look what I have here! Do you know what I'm going to do with this, hmmmmm?" You are completely compliant due to my relentless teasing, and you simply allow me to continue your inescapable journey into bondage. "Here, why don't we put this leash on you so I can play some more bondage games with you! Okay slavey?" Your face goes completely blank at the prospect of being leashed by me, and I lean toward you to hook you up.
I attach the chain leash to a metal loop on the front of your collar, letting the length of it fall between us. With the leash now attached, an important phase of your enslavement is complete...you are now like a dog on my chain, and I can make you follow me around, make you do my bidding, even have you service me (and my friends) in various ways...and more!
For some reason, as I wrap the pink leather wrist-wrap of the chain leash around my hand, pulling you closer, I begin to think about all your thefts of my friends' sweaters and furs...and I can feel myself getting more angry. The realization that I have finally captured the notorious Elf thief, and that I have him all to myself now is wonderfully fulfilling and satisfying. Now I can punish him and subject him to wickedly cruel teasing and denial, force him into sensual feminization and bondage restraint, and just generally do with him as I please. Even as I get more aroused, I am surprised to find myself having somewhat sadistic and cruel images in my mind....
I tug on the leash as I pick up the fluffy pink sweater and continue to tease and deny you with it again, and I laugh at how easy it is to torment you this way. I dangle it right in front of your eyes, encouraging you to take it, but easily pull it away when you try. Suddenly I notice that you seem to be playing along with the denial, and you reach for it slowly instead of trying to grab it quickly, letting me easily reject your advances as though you WANT me to deny you with it. I, of course, am more than happy to oblige, and I repeat the wicked teasing over and over and over again.
With you collared and leashed, I soon discover that I can hold you away from the sweater with one hand while dangling it before your eyes with the other, and this gives me even more control over the tease and denial game. And quickly you notice that there is something very different about the way I am teasing and denying you now. It's a little meaner, somewhat cruel even, in the way I am showing you the thing you so desperately want, but then taking it away from you. But somehow we both are enjoying the game being played like this...
"No, Elfie, you can NOT have that sweater!" I say with a mix of sternness and sweetness in my voice, "Hahaha, no you can't! Ooooh, I bet that's the kind of thing you would just LOVE to steal from me, right?" I look you right in the eye, my accusatory tone intimidating you fully, and demand, "Isn't it!" You don't reply at first, so I tug on your leash firmly, pulling you right up to my face, and say it again, more firmly, "ISN'T IT!!"
This time you respond, wailing, "Yes, Kitty, YES! I confess, I'd love to steal that sweater!! Oh Goddess, I'm soooo sorry! Please, please, don't hurt me!" I am pleased with this response, but you are not off the hook and my accusatory tone continues, "Soooo, you thought you could steal fluffy sweaters and furs from me, did you?" My voice becomes a sing-song style, and I taunt you like a mean girl in a schoolyard, "Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, slavey can't have it! Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, slavey's a sissy-fag!"
I am clearly tormenting you on purpose now, not giving you even a little bit of what you desire, and the way I am treating you is meaner and more disdainful. Things are definitely heading in more of a punishment direction, now that I have you in a little bondage, all sexually aroused and begging for more!
I look down at your hardon, captured softly inside the angora panties, and see that it is still fully erect, sticking up like a flagpole under the fluffy pink fur. I reach down with one of my spike heeled boots, and begin poking it with the pointy toe. Your eyes roll back in your head as I apply gentle pressure to the shaft of your cock, rubbing the pointy tip of my black boot gently up and down the shaft. I continue this teasing pleasure for a minute, and then reach down and pull gently on the elastic waist of the panties so that your cock comes bouncing out.
I tuck the stretchy waistband of the panties under your balls, putting delicious pressure on the sensitive spot directly under your testicles, and restricting the blood flow in your cock a little too. It twitches and throbs a little as I poke it with my boot, bouncing it around playfully before moving the boot-toe back to your balls. I can see that they are getting really big and swollen, and they're really getting full of bubbling hot love juice...all for little me!
I take the tip of my boot and poke your testicles with it, very gently. I wrap the leash around my wrist a couple more times, so I can pull you very close as I tease your balls with my boot. I look into your eyes and start calling you names..."You are a very naughty little boot faggot, aren't you!" I catch your balls with the top side of the point toe of my shiny black boot and begin rolling them around in a circle, continuing to taunt you, "Mmmmm, yes, is that what you are, hmmmm? Are you a boot faggot?"
You don't hesitate at this humiliating question, and you sound like you're about to cry as you reply, "Oh, Goddess, yes, YES!" I continue rolling your balls around for a moment, before poking them with the pointed toe again, saying, "Yes, WHAT?" You are so turned on you can barely speak, but you know you'd better answer my question, so you wail, "Yes, YES, I am a boot faggot!"
"Very good, elfie, yes, you are, aren't you! And whose boot faggot are you?"
"Yours, Mistress, I'm YOUR boot faggot!!"
"And does my boot faggot WANT his Mistress to tease her cock and balls with my sexy boots?"
"Yes, YES!! Please tease me with your boots, Mistress! I love it! I love it so much, please, PLEASE!!!"
"Ooooh, is my naughty little boot faggot begging her Mistress to tease him? Is that what she is doing??"
"Yes, YES, PLEASE tease me!"
"You want me to tease you?"
"YES!!!"
"Well, maybe, but you must keep begging me...."
"Please, please, Please, PLEASE TEASE ME MISTRESS!!!"
"No, slavey, no more testicle teasing for my little boot faggot! We'll get back to that later!"
I pull my sexy boot away from your balls and smile at you knowingly, picking up a small black leather crop. "Hmmmmm..." I say suggestively as I begin gently slapping the palm of my hand with it, "Now what should we do with this?" You look at it, absolutely trembling with sexual arousal and sheer terror, and I don't wait for you to try to stammer out a reply, and I simply reach out and begin playfully swatting your face, cheeks and nose with it.
The humiliation you experience at this moment is simply indescribable, as you are denied the pleasure you need so badly and are instead punished with the leather crop. You start to whimper, pitifully begging me not to abuse you, but this has the opposite affect as I laugh cruelly and continue to swat your face. You are simply mortified as the depraved treatment intensifies....
I begin hitting you harder, and you try to turn your head to escape the humiliation, but that only encourages me to come after you more. You keep trying to pull away, and I find that it feels good to loosen my grasp on the chain a little, letting it fall out of my hand a bit, so you can escape my whip for a moment...but then I simply wrap the leash around my hand a few times, pulling you closer and whipping your cheeks and nose. "Where do you think you are going?" I say meanly, "Get your little bitch-face back here! I'm not done with you yet!!"
I put down the whip and make you watch as I put on a pair of black leather studded biker bitch gloves, and I taunt you and announce threateningly, "You see these gloves, slave? You like the way they look?" You nod, finding it difficult to express yourself in words, and I continue, "Do you know what I'm going to do with these, hmmmm? I'm going to slap you around a little!"
Now, I'm not really into pain, either receiving it or administering it, but it's the threat of pain, the power of the threat, that is so exciting and humiliating. And THAT is where this is headed...I tighten my hold on the leash attached to your collar, pulling you closer to me and slapping your face playfully with my leather covered gloves, first one hand, then the other. "Oooohhh, yeah!! You're my BITCH now, aren't you baby?"
Slowly the slaps became harder, and I can feel my pussy getting wet as I imagine where this could go. You lift your hands to your face, trying desperately to prevent my humiliating punishment, but I don't let you off the hook and I grab one of your wrists and hold it down. But your other hand it still able to block my attack, and you hold it up to your face, preventing the worst of my physical onslaught.
This displeases me. I want to be able to bitch-slap you whatever way I like...hmmmm, I wonder what I could do about that? Oh, right!! Handcuffs to the rescue! I reach down onto my leather belt and grab a pair of metal handcuffs, showing them to you before roughly click-click-clicking them onto one of your wrists. "Now, now, sweetie, we'll have none of that! Don't you DARE try to stop your humiliation!"
I go behind you and force your hands behind your back as you beg for mercy. I tighten the cuffs around your wrists and go back in front of you, presenting one of my pointy-toed spike heeled boots to you, commanding, "Lick my boots, you little slut, and beg Kitty for mercy!" You try to obey, bending down to try to lick them, but I pull my boot away and sit down in front of you.
You are completely helpless and vulnerable now, and I smile at your predicament as you look back at me with fear in your eyes. I would show you tenderness at this point if you were a personal play partner, but seeing as you are only a naughty thieving deviant, I won't! So I continue the bitch-slapping, and I proceed to experiment with a couple different techniques. I use the back of my hand, and then the palm, little quick slaps and longer harder ones, etc. And I lick my lips as I get more turned on by the feeling of being in complete control of your cruel humiliation.
I kept tormenting you like this, encouraging you, "Come on, you little boot-bitch, come and get my sexy boots...kiss them and lick them, you little slut!" But each time you try I simply pull them out of reach and slap you around some more, laughing at you wickedly and noticing the way you keep falling into my little trap. "Yeah, you really ARE my bitch now! Mmmmmm, I'm gonna fully enjoy punishing and humiliating you, baby!!!"
Looking forward to more .