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

RE Keep telling yourself, It's for the money... PsionicCuttlefish ... When her pleading words of the act being 'too dirty' reached my ears, I had final confirmation of the thoughts going on in her head, her motivations for whoring herself out to me and what she thought about it. She was a college girl, full of herself and her accomplishments, thinking herself 'too good' for a lot of things, probably. Above it all. But apparently she had fallen on hard time and took up my offer as a result, somehow convincing herself it'd just be a job, not something she could like because she was a good girl, a 'proper' girl. Fit with her being a virgin. She wanted to look down on this, probably was condescending towards other girls who loved sex, and most of all, thought this whole situation as my slave was beneath her dignity. Heh heh heh . Now that I understood her motivations for sure, I could make sure to press the right buttons from now on to mold her to my whims even more effectively. Oh you foolish bitch, you're in the wolf's den now. I'm going to make you enjoy this, you won't leave this mansion with a single shred of your precious 'dignity' intact if you stay the full month. Once I started giving her the rest of her punishment, I kept getting so fired up by her desperate and failing attempts to keep quiet, relishing every sound she made as I disciplined her. Not to mention she was so humiliated, I could actually smell her shame. Such an intoxicating scent. But after I delivered the fourth and final stroke noting that she had successfully kept her tail from lowering this time, I got a whiff of something else underneath all that shame...a truly unmistakable smell, even as faint as it was, the scent I knew most intimately and craved more than any other...female arousal . Fuck yes. In some small way, somehow, she had gotten a small taste of excitement from that. Even though she was here for my pleasure and not hers, I was going to use that. It was a tiny foothold, a chink in her mental armor which I could attack and weaken by giving her more, a flaw in the walls of her mind that I would insidiously rot away and insinuate myself into her until I could fill up her entire mind with devotion to me . But for now, I needed to finish the psychological aspect of her discipline and make sure it was branded into her mind. She was panting heavily after I finished, giving me the other delicious sound of her intense breathing as she tried to calm herself down from what I just put her through. I set the wooden paddle aside, waited a moment, then lightly clapped my hand over her nearest voluptuous asscheek. I squeezed and rubbed over her stinging cheek, enjoying the feeling of her plump and soft flesh in my fingers...and incidentally, my shameless horny male groping of her vulnerable female body also granted her a small sense of relief from the lingering sensations of her discipline. At the same time, I also began to rub her neck and back with my hand that was keeping her down. There, slut. You've taken your punishment. Now, it almost sounded to me as if you were trying to make excuses for a moment there. I know you weren't, because that's the same as being a bad slutpet trying to avoid her punishment, and I would have had to give you more. Good slutpets never make excuses for anything. You get what I'm saying? I asked, waiting only a moment for her to acknowledge. Of course, we both knew that it was what she was doing, just like the first time she outbursted to me, and I gave her a clear warning it would not be forgiven again. My hand that was groping one of her asscheeks moved to start groping at the other one equally. That said, I want to be completely sure that you learned your lesson, that you understand that I had to discipline you, there was no choice in the matter, so I'll explain only once more. First, I clearly warned you about acting in an unsightly manner towards me. Your words were no problem, in fact I rather liked them, but it was how you said them that mattered. There will be times when I want you to shout and scream, but now was not that time. And the second thing, the most important thing, the thing that matters more than any other you forgot...Rule...Number... One. You understand that is unacceptable. So, Tabby... Still holding her down, and now with my hand going still on her ass, I leaned over her back until my head was just behind hers, while her head was still held to look forward before I whispered huskily behind her. Tell me...what is Rule Number One? And then tell me what Rule Number One means to you . This was the first part of the additional psychological hammering in of her discipline, making sure she truly understood in her own mind what I wanted. In truth, I was likely to be psychologically assaulting her every minute of every day to break her to my will anyway though, but this was a good start.