Mistress Schmidt’s Brief Guide to Extreme Male Discipline

“You filthy, disgusting, little cretin. What’s that all over my toy?” I screamed. “And what’s that foul smell? You’re going to pay for this!”

Reaching down I pinched his burning nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger. The Tiger Balm that I had applied earlier made my fingertips slide. I ran my fingers down along his stomach, leaving a burning snail trail of balm that stung his tender skin.

He gasped and half turned, trying to avoid my touch. He was so embarrassed and horrified by his helpless condition and his eyes were stormy and wild. Taking my finger, I ran it seductively across his lips so that they too could feel the burn I inflicted.