My slave is in for the boot
My slave is in for the boot….In more ways than one! I can’t believe that I picked him as my slave. I am going to have to be a lot tougher in my quest to find another, my interview process is going to change in a big way.
My slave was sometimes very good at completing tasks I had given and sometimes he really needed a good kicking for such bad work.
This particular day, I had to go out for a couple of hours so I set my slave some chores to be completed by the time I was due to arrive home. I would then inspect his work and treat him accordingly.
I told him specifically that as I had guests for dinner that night that myy house needed to be absolutely spotless and the dining table laid ready for my dinner party.
First of all on arriving home, when I walked in through my hallway, my slave was nowhere to be seen. I called out for him and I got no response. So now I was beginning to get very annoyed. I walked through into the dining room to find my dining table laid but the cutlery was the wrong way round and there were no flowers or candles on the table and the champagne flutes had finger prints on them.
I was furious, I walked up the stairs to find my slave in my bedroom, on my bed, naked and having a wank over a picture of me.
I was absolutely livid and called him a filthy pervert. I instructed him to stand so that I could see just how hard his cock had become while he had been wanking over me. It was rock solid and I told him exactly what I thought of his pathetic little self and said I was disgusted at his behaviour in my house and discraced at how he had performed the simple tasks I given him.
I lifted my hand and whacked his cock so hard that he almost fell to the floor. I said I would whack it until it became soft again and kept insulting him until his cock was tiny.
I decided that he had to go and I would have to hold further interviews for the perfect slave.
Before I was to sack him, I decided that I would use him to my advantage sexually. I forced him onto my bed and tied his wrists and his ankles to my four poster bed, and began to take off my dress. I was left standing in my black stockings, Christian Louboutins and black, underwear. I instructed him to get hard and proceeded to pleasure myself by sitting on his face. I instructed he lick my pussy until I orgasm and tell him to stop. I instruct him on exactly how I need to be pleasured and one false move and he got whipped by my special studded riding crop. Luckily for him, he pleasured me correctly but unluckily I whipped him anyway just for the hell of it. I whipped his thighs so hard that you could see huge, red, raised whip marks. He really winced and on every wince he had to tell me that he was sorry mistress.
I orgasmed and rubbed my wet pussy juices all over his face and as I stood up, untied his wrists and ankles and instructed him to stand. I told him once more how hideous he was and how he had done such a terrible job at being my slave that I was sacking him. I forced him to get dressed very quickly and gave him a quick kicking in the shins before telling him to get out of my sight.
With that, he scuttled pathetically out of my house, got into his car and drove away.
The next slave I give the job to is going to have to be 100 times better than the last!