“See, it’s better when you just do as you’re told, isn’t it?” she asked.

He moaned something like a “yes” into her dripping cunt and she stroked his hair lightly.

“You keep doin’ what you’re told, when you’re told, and maybe I’ll let you have an hour without the chains next week. I might not even whip you tonight.”

He moaned again and hoped he was pleasing her.