[F4A] Hot on my Heels.

Smack

The slap of flesh rang out, one spank after the other hitting your bare cheeks. Each one sent an adorable little jiggle rippling through your reddening derrière. Not my favourite activity, as I usually preferred to be moving my hips about and taking in some of the pleasure myself, but you were the customer and the pay was well worth going for those lower on my list. If you’re good at something, never do it for free, I thought with a grin, another spank of your ass that I had no doubt, by the noises you were making, you were enjoying.

And it always helps to enjoy the work you do. I’d always been a bit of a sadist and dominant in most aspects of my life, and when offered a chance to work as a professional dominatrix, it was practically a no-brainer. I got to fuck people and they paid me to do it. Sure, sometimes they’d have very specific instructions or strange requests but for the most part it was just:

”You know best, just don’t leave too many bruises.”

Usually it was accompanied with an excited grin like that of a puppy who had just heard of its owners talking about going on a walk. It was quite the deal, fucking people the way I wanted and getting paid while I did it. You were another one of those pleasers (although you did request a little spanking), eager to obey my every word and offering trust in my judgement, before passing me an envelope – my payment. I’d learned quite early on that you should never count the money in front of a customer, and in all my time as a professional I had never been skimped on before.

Had.

I thought, having taken a step away from your blindfolded form to check through the payment. For one reason or another, it felt lighter than normal for the amount of time you had requested and lo and behold it was lacking. You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that much. Guts, or enough stupidity to put your life in the hands of a woman and pray to whatever deities would listen that she would either not find out how you wronged her or have mercy on you. I chuckled at the last one, you were hoping for a sadist to have mercy on you. For a moment, I did have a little pity, but as with all things that are described with moments, it only lasted for the aforementioned moment.

“I think it’s time we did a little something rougher,” I told you with a distinctive cruelty lacing my voice. You visibly shivered at the sound, obviously unawares as to my discovery.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

I stepped over, 5-inch Highness heels clacking on the floorboards as I undid the knots that kept your arms to the bedposts, pulling them unkindly behind your back with a powerful tug. To you it was probably just another part of my service, poor thing.

With experience comes a degree of finesse, and it hardly took ten seconds before I had your arms bound behind your back. The promised roughness was then delivered with a thud against the wooden floor, your arms trying but unable to escape my handiwork to break the fall. At least you seemed to be able to curl up in time before sprawling over facedown.

Before a single word could be uttered, I had the welt of my footwear on your tailbone. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” I spat venomously, sending my heel up against your puckered hole.

“You fucking cheapskate, so desperate to get fucked that you’d try your luck at short-changing me? Not just some common whore, but a fucking dominatrix?” I sneered, the words toxic enough that they tasted bitter on my tongue.

“But who am I to deny you?” I growled, my heel digging down and slowly inching forwards into your ass, teetering on the edge before you would give in. So you want to get fucked that badly? Well, I’m not one to disappoint. First time for everything, and although I’ve had foot and heel worship before, I don’t think I’ve ever done a heel fucking.

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Prompt Status: Closed

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