Mistress Lilah’s Live Journal includes some very potent stories. Here’s part of one:
We walk the door of your apartment, I drop my bag by the door and look around, my eyes no longer functioning as an artist or even a normal person would. No I look around the room like a predator would. I trail my fingers along the edge of your desk- my fingers slide into my pocket. “Come here slave” you shiver in delight and step forward “CRAWL here slave.”
You drop to your knees and shuffle forward. I growl. You know very well what I expect of you.
I take two swift steps and squat in front of you on knee angled into your crotch pressed firmly to let you know I wasn’t fucking around and placed a caressing hand on your face.
“When I say crawl I mean on your hands and knees!” I punctuate the last word with a soft knee in the crotch and a slap across the face. You let out a grown and as I stand you drop to your hands and knees tears starting in your eyes. I move to the desk “Now get the fuck over here.”
When you arrive at the desk I lean you over it ripping off your shirt roughly. I click cuffs in place in front of you. Bent over the desk I pull out the SLUT paddle you so love. A start with the flat side.” A blow for ever mishap over the last month or so.” I state and start in hitting hard using my full strength and ten you’re moaning I decide to switch it up and slap the stinging mark “SLUT” onto the sides of your stomach “11…. 12… ” I roll you over hitting your back until it’s flushed red. I notice your cock is hard I unbuckle your belt and pull down your pants “Bend over.” you comply knowing this is not a choice. That if you said no it’d just earn you another slap to the face. I tease the head of your cock and slide my hand down and tug sharply on your balls. You let out a gasp I ignore.