Mistress Shannon sat in Her slaveboy's kitchen. She sipped the drink Her slaveboy had prepared for Her and mulled Her plans for the evening....

"Go get cleaned up slut....and be sure to shave that pathetic little cock and those worthless balls!!"

She laughed and playfully kicked c in the ass as She sent him to the shower. When Shannon heard the shower running She went to lay out his outfit for the evening, then She went to sit at the bar and answer some e-mails at Her laptop while She enjoyed Her drink. Tonight was the night She would present Her slut with a very special present.

Presently, She heard Her slave behind Her.

"Yes......"

"Umm..... Mistress....?"

"WHAT IS IT???"

She snarled and turned to face Her pet. He was standing there, naked but for a towel.

"Yes Mistress, very sorry, but Your slut did not see the outfit You said You would leave for.....Your slave......Mistress?"

"You must think Mistress is stupid, slut?"

"NO MISTRESS!"

She glared at him and put Her hands on Her hips. Shannon was wearing a soft, terry robe and it opened to expose Her black lace bra.

"Then, you must be blind.....GO GET DRESSED...and this time, crawl back to Me for forgiveness for your insolence!"

The beautiful Mistress pushed Her slave away from Her and turned back to Her laptop.

"Now, crawl away from me...BITCH...and DON'T disappoint me slaveboy...hahaha."

Mistress Shannon knew full well the source of slaveboy's confusion was the "outfit" in question. All that lay on the bed was a black leather cock ring and a black rubber butt plug. A big one.....not really....but one that would stretch his pussyhole quite nicely.

She was making another drink when when She heard Her slave crawling to Her.

"STOP! HEAD DOWN!!"

Her slut was on his hands and knees in front of her, head down and his ass--HER ass, in the air.

"Wiggle your ass, baby. Show your Mistress how grateful you are to have something in that sweet little hole of yours...."

She gave a mocking giggle at the way Her slaveboy squirmed and wiggled and moaned in his submission to Her...how sweet!

Mistress Shannon grabbed the long bullwhip coiled on the counter, letting it fall to the floor in front of Her slaves wide eyes. With an impressive CRA-ACK that sent a charge through Her and made Her slaveboy jump, She snapped the whip in the air, safely away from Her pet. This was not really a practical punishment device, unless one wanted to scar and damage the victim. She liked to use this whip as an instrument of fear...or to tease!

"Now, bitchboy.....unless you want to feel this on your back you better kiss it and show it how much you love Mistress....!"

She flicked the whips tip to lay a few feet from c's face.

"Crawl, bitch....LOWER...on your belly like the worm you are!"

Her slut crawled to the whip and began to kiss it and take the tip in his mouth and suck on it. Mistress Shannon laughed and sat on a barstool and watched as Her slaveboy slowly kissed and licked his way up the eight foot bull whip; soon, he was at Her black patent stilettos.

"Mmmmm, slaveboy.....since you are down there...Mistress stepped in some dogshit today...right on the heel. Clean Mistress's heels...NOW!"

Of course there was no shit on Her shoes, She just liked to fuck with Her slave's mind and make him do anything She said...no matter how nasty.

"Very good, slaveboy!"

Her slut was kissing and licking and loving on every part of Her feet and shoes while the Goddess rubbed Herself through Her lacy panties. She reached down and viciously twisted the plug, making him squeal out loud.

"Did I give you permission to touch Me, you filthy WHORE!"

True enough, both of his hands were lovingly caressing Her ankles and calves while he polished Her heels with his tongue.

"No, Mistress."

It was time. Mistress Shannon reached down and grabbed Her slut's chin in Her hand. Meeting Her gaze, Her slave melted in total surrender to the Goddess before him.

"Slaveboy....." She pulled Her slave to his knees and looked down upon him.

"Yes, Mistress?"

"I have something for you, dearest." She moved behind Her slave and pulled his arms back, rubbing Her body against him. Her breath was hot in his ear. "You are mine....." this was not a question. She raked Her nails down his arms and quickly slipped on a pair of handcuffs, almost too easily.

"Mmmm, slaveboy....." She felt a twinge through Her cunt as Her slave realized his predicament.

"What...Mistress..?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!.....Speak only when spoken to...bitch." She moved in front of Her pet and let Her robe fall to the floor. A smile touched Her lips as Her slaveboy's jaw dropped at the sight of Her magnificent body.

On the counter was box. Mistress Shannon turned and pulled a thick ornate silver rope chain out.

"This...." as She draped it about his neck and fastened it; "....means I own you. You will NEVER take it off--unless I remove it. And if I do....you will NEVER feel it around your neck again. Understand, slaveboy?"

"Yes, Mistress....thank You, Mistress."

Mistress Shannon turned again and pulled out a thick leather collar. This collar was three inches wide and had two nickel-plated roller buckles in the back. In the front, the throat, was one large ring. Perfect for a leash. She held this in front of him and explained in detail the quality and workmanship that had been put into this seemingly simple piece of leather.

"Now, you will wear this whenever I tell you to put your collar on. It is yours to wear...a gift from Me...Mistress Shannon. "

As he bowed his head to Mistress and She buckled the collar around his neck c could not help but smile. This was a fantasy come true. She hooked one long, perfectly manicured nail through the ring and pulled Her slave to Her--down to Her thighs, and the wetness between them. Servitude DOES have its rewards.