The chat goes wild and I wait till they quiet down before I run my whip along my chest and then quickly crack it again. Boy toy doesn’t even flinch. He doesn’t move or look up. Good little boy.
“What shall I do with you today, Boy toy? You’ve been increasingly bad lately for me. So what punishment should I offer you to make you behave like a good little boy?”
I tap a fingernail over my lip again, as if I’m thinking of what to do with him. Like I’m not just going to force him to watch me touch myself and deny him an orgasm. Maybe I should deny him watching me instead this time. Not let him see me fill my pussy with one of the many fake cocks stashed around the room. Would that be worthy of a punishment?
I rub the whip along my exposed skin. Over my now spread thighs and then across my chest. Each scrape of the leather leaves a mark behind on my thighs as my soft skin grows irritated.
“Since you haven’t learned your lesson from past sessions, Boy toy, this time I won’t let you watch me this entire live stream. You may not touch yourself. You get to sit on the floor like the bad boy you are and wait for me to finish my stream. Only then can you beg me to go back and watch what you missed today and give yourself the release you will have earned. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress Sidian,” he responds immediately, without lifting his head.
He can be such a good boy when he wants to be. So I drop the whip to the chair beside me and then spread my legs wider. Rubbing my hands along my thighs as I move closer to my center.
“What does everyone else think? Can this little boy make it the entire session without moving a single inch?”
The chat explodes with doubt, and I chuckle.
“They don’t believe you can do it. They think you will not comply with your mistress’ orders. What do you think?”
“I will obey, Mistress Sidian. I was a bad boy, and this is my punishment.”
“Good boy. The moment you move, I will disconnect you from the stream and we will discuss other punishments when I am done. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Mistress Sidian.”
His reply sends thrills down my spine. I want him to coat his boxers in the pre-cum that I know is already leaking from his hard cock. The outline and tented front of the bright blue fabric is already wet and I haven’t even started.
The chat continues to discuss how bad he could have been to deserve a punishment from me like this. How he won’t last and that his cock is already begging for him. I fucking love to watch this unfold.
Every stream of mine is recorded and uploaded for subscribers to watch at a later time. This means this boy will have an entire world watching his punishment, even if there aren’t many here right now. He signed the release form for this. I checked before clicking the live button on his screen.
Here we go.
“This boy doesn’t deserve to watch the show live, so what should I do first?”
The chat throws out suggestions at me. Not that I would take their suggestions often. They didn’t earn it.
A ding of a tip comes through and I look up to see a thousand dollar donation was just dropped from someone named High Roller. A suggestion from him is scrolled upwards so I stand up to move the chat back to see what they said.
I want those panties on the floor, and the handle of your whip buried in your pussy.
Hmmm. A thousand dollars for that. Done. I scroll back down to the bottom and then take my position in front of the chair. I hook my fingers into the edge of my thong and then bend over oh so slowly as I take them off. My ass spreads wide for the camera set up behind me so the viewers get the perfect angle of everything I have.
I stand and then sit with my legs open wide on the arm of the chair. Giving the front camera a full view of my pussy, now exposed to everyone. Another two hundred dollars comes through from High Roller. I roll my eyes and pick up the whip before cracking it in the air at my side.
The sound rolls through the session and I see Boy toy flinch slightly. Tsk. Tsk. Bad boy. He doesn’t look up though, so I ignore his transgression and slide the tip of my whip along one leg and then stop the handle at my entrance.
The chat picks up as they salivate over what they are just now realizing. I let the anticipation grow as I hold out for what I know is coming. Right on time, the familiar ding of the donation chimes and I sink the whip handle inside of my pussy as I smile for the camera and the extra four hundred that was just sent to me.
Fucking today is a good day.
The handle sinks deeper and I can’t help the panting moan that releases as I slide it out and back in slowly. It actually feels good. The leather and braided end of the handle makes my insides melt. I’m going to have to scrub the hell out of my whip tonight, but it's totally worth it.
I lean back on the chair so that my head is over the back and the camera there has an angle of my face as I fuck myself with the whip. I lift one leg to the seat of the chair to open myself up wider for the viewers. Another ding of the donation notification and I fuck myself harder. The burn along my insides is nothing short of fucking perfect as I draw closer to cumming for the audience.
Just as I am about to cum, I pull the whip out of myself and drop it to the floor before sitting up with shallow breaths coming from my body. I was so close and yet…
“You thought I would cum for you on your suggestion? Who’s your mistress?
