The door to his cell creaked satisfyingly as I slowly swung it open.

To his credit, my naked slave didn’t even dare to glance up at me when I planted my leather thigh — high boots in front of him. He was perfectly still, but I could feel the electric anticipation pumping off him. He had been locked in total darkness for an hour, which is an eternity when you don’t know when it will end — and you are waiting to be punished.

Periodically throughout the hour, I had put my raunchy romance novel down long enough to rise from the throne in the corner and approach his cell, letting the click of my heels echo menacingly on the cold concrete floor. I was toying with his mind. Having subbed in the past, I knew that every time I did it, he would be shaken back into a state of heightened... Read More