He walked nervously towards Mistress Sierra’s lair, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he had disobeyed me and he was about to face the consequences.

As he entered the dimly lit room, he could feel the power emanating from me. I stood tall and domineering, my black leather corset hugging my curves tightly. I held a riding crop in my hand and my eyes pierced through him.

“You have disobeyed me,” I said, my voice low and menacing. “And for that, you must be punished.”

I motioned for him to approach me and he hesitantly obeyed. I ran the crop along his chest, tracing a line down to his waist. He could feel his breath hitch as I did so.

“Bend over,” I commanded.

He did as he was told, bending over a leather bench. He felt my hand on his thigh, slowly moving up to his ass. I gave it a firm slap and he let out a gasp.

I began to rain down blows with the crop, each one stinging more than the last. He could feel his heart racing and his cock growing hard. The pain mixed with pleasure, a sensation he had come to crave from Mistress Sierra.

“You like that, don’t you?” I asked, my voice dripping with sadistic delight.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, his voice trembling.

I continued to flog him, my blows becoming harder and more frequent. He could feel himself slipping into subspace, his mind and body completely under my control.

When I was finished, I traced a finger along the welts on his ass. “Remember, disobedience will not be tolerated.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, still dizzy from the encounter.

He left my lair that night, his body marked and his mind forever changed. He knew he would never disobey Mistress Sierra again.