He was so nervous when he arrived. His hands were shaking, couldn’t make eye contact, stumbled on his words. As he sat in my red chair of interrogation, small beads of sweat appeared on his brow.

“What brings you to my studio today?” I asked. 

“I think with my cock and I deserve to be abused and punished for having slutty thoughts.” he said. I am a filthy minded degenerate. I want to experience the ultimate role reversal, but I am scared. I desire to feel submission to a Goddess like you.”

Since I am used to breaking in newbies, I knew how to handle the situation. He headed upstairs to the playroom and as instructed, he stripped and waited for me to arrive. He was so shy, he hid his bits with his hands. He didn’t want me to see his growing manhood. But I knew what was happening.

I could see his fingers fiddling around his member. His cock had grown now and was peeking out between his fingers. He did not have permission to play with this thing, he was doing it on his own! Bad boy! I made him stand up and put his hands behind him. On went the handcuffs because this filthy brat was not going to touch his willy- willy nilly. How dare he presume so much.

I bent him over a table and gave his bottom a few whacks with my hand to start. Then I spanked him with a hairbrush because he was starting to drip precum. I made him get down on all fours and lick it off the carpet, getting the taste of his sperm and carpet fibers in one nice long lick. 

You readers probably know by now Mistress J likes to have a man face down on the floor with his but high in the air. Taking advantage of the access, I decided to punish him for having a red, dripping cock. A cock that rules his thoughts. A cock that has his balls loaded with cum forcing him to think like a slut. A hairy cock. An uncontrollable cock that needed to be controlled. And by me, Mistress J.

So, he got his balls zapped.

He flinched in shock and surprise, maybe a little pain, but also pleasure.  They were then pressed between two dowels and zapped again, and at a higher wattage. What did my eyes see? His cock actually got harder and redder and dripped a little more. He apologized for these terrible transgressions. 

“I’m sorry my cock has a mind of it’s own.” he cried. “I am a dirty slut. Please help me Mistress!”

This man was completely unworthy of help and needed more attitude adjustment. He needed to pay for his cock. 

But in order to pay for his cock, he needed to pay with his ass. So I strapped on a cock of my own and slid it into his lubed up ass. All while he was face down in a puddle of precum. 

The slut groaned with pleasure and I could tell he had been practicing at home. His hole opened up so nicely for me. I fucked him like that for a while, then grew tired of doing all this work on an ungrateful booty. Why should I work up a sweat on this slut?

I need the big guns to really put this boy in his place. So he was then spread out over the table, shackled in place, hands still cuffed behind him, then it happened. I inserted my fuck-saw, drill-do into his ass and let my power tool do the work! Vibration sensation and a dick on a stick. He finally got what was coming to him.

But was he allowed to cum? No. He went home loaded.