Thread: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & Zero_Kyrael)

RE Keep telling yourself, It's for the money... PsionicCuttlefish ... I watched the tasty tiger get to her knees in front of the couch, though she pressed her tits against the front of the seat cushion to hide them rather than laying them on the space between my thighs, which was a little disappointing. But no worries, I was going to tell her to bring them up anyway. I wanted a nice boobjob from those lovely tits to start everything off. She reached forward and started undoing my pants, slowly, nervously, and I noticed her trying to control her breathing, psyching herself up for it. Good, good. Now she reached into my boxers and-- Everything froze. She had felt my meaty extra-large balls and pulled my sheath out, and it had just been starting to shrink back while my cock had begun to engorge and extend out the tip. The opening in my sheath was thick and wide, showing the bright-red skin of my emerging tip. I had several modifications done to myself, more extensive and permanent than the enhancements I'd be giving her, and a satisfying size was only one of them. But everything stopped at her sudden shout , my cock stopped getting erect so no more of it could be seen yet. I just looked at her solemnly through my long bangs, before I started taking in one slow and deep breath, making my chest slowly rise and puff out, before then slowly letting out the big breath in a long, long sigh. Come on bitch, I know you're a virgin, but seriously? You had to kill the mood like that? And just like that ...you ruined it. I said softly while shaking my head, without an edge in my voice. I wasn't angry. Not really. I was just going to have fun with her in another way, and besides, anger would make her fear me. I didn't want to control her with fear, her serving me only to avoid wrath. I wanted her to serve me by craving me and my validation of her, by being upset with herself for making a mistake, and that would be accomplished by putting out the image that not even my emotions controlled me, that I had control over everything I did because I thought about it and intended it. It was the major concept I needed to make her unconscious mind accept, a link between my approval and disappointment with reward and punishment. And you were doing so good , too... I said, planting the idea that up until now, she had been doing things right. Get up. I commanded, standing up from my couch after her and making her step back to give me room, without even doing anything about my sheath flopping out the front of my pants. I held the end of her leash in one hand while I grabbed just above with my other, then slowly slid my clenched hand up the length of the leash until I was holding onto the clip to the collar, pulling it slightly. As I looked deeply into her eyes, I had on an expression of slight sadness. I warned you, Tabby. I told you that unsightly outbursts are bad. I gave you a warning, and now I have to punish you. And I have to stop my fun, use my precious time to do it. You were doing so well, but now I'm just disappointed. I thought you were better than that. I said all out to her in a somewhat gentle voice, but hammering into her subconscious that my validation of her was conditional, that for her own happiness she would seek to make me happy by obeying. Come. I said simply as I started walking across the room, while still holding her by her collar-clip, keeping my hand level with her neck but not being gentle as I dragged her across the room. I went over to a trunk between some other furniture, one of many boxes containing 'basic essentials' that I had scattered around my house in preparation for my slave, so that I'd never have to go far to get something I needed. I lifted the top and reached into it in such a way that it remained almost closed so the slut couldn't see into it and get spoiled by the surprises inside. I felt around until I found what I needed and pulled it out a simple wooden paddle. I turned us around and marched the slut back to the couch, but only to the side of it to the armrest as I brought both of my hands to her. Bend over. I said, and not even waiting for her to comply I just pushed her torso forward, bracing her legs against the side of the couch and making her lay her belly on the armrest with the rest of her torso on the couch. I pressed my hand holding her leash into the small of her back, holding her down in place. Her nice striped ass was fully bared for me, except... Lift your tail kittyslut, and I mean lift it up all the way , as high as you can go. And bitch, you better not lower your tail even a little bit, or I'll double your punishment. Don't turn your head, either. Eyes forward. In this way, not only was I giving her punishment, but I was forcing her to be an active participant in her own discipline. Speaking of which... I said, as I then placed the cool flat side of the paddle against her exposed ass, slowly moving it in a circle to let her build anxiety and anticipation. You are new, so I am going easy on you today. I have many ways to punish mistakes or disobedience, but for right now...you did exactly two things wrong. What you said was fine, I don't mind what you said at all. But the first thing you did wrong is that you shouted at me. The second thing you did wrong is that you forgot to say 'Master'. I explained her transgressions very clearly to make the proper mental associations as strong as possible. I am going to give you two strokes for both. Don't forget your tail. I stopped rubbing the paddle around her ass in a circle and then brought it up high. I waited for a few moments in silence, feeling her tremble beneath me, letting her anxiety build as she wouldn't know the moment I strike. Fuck, by now I was already fully erect. Out of sight as long as she kept her head forward, my cock was powered up and sticking out the front of my pants. Oh God, I loved this. Never shout-- I punctuated with a smack down on her left asscheek with the paddle in time with my emphasized word. I did it firmly , enough to sting, but nowhere near enough to actually harm, then lifted it back up. I actually didn't want to turn her off to the idea of fun spankings in the future, so I was being careful not to do it hard enough that she'd be too scared to feel it again. I only wanted her to remember the two rules, and her ass would even only just barely get a little red from this. at Master! I brought down the paddle on her right asscheek this time. Never forget-- Left asscheek again. to say Master! Right asscheek. The whole time, I watched her tail to see if it lowered down...