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masturbation, which Iknew would be tough for him to obey. All day, I was aroused at the idea of stripping him down and having my way with him that
     evening. When I came home, I was almost disappointed to find the house sparkling clean and dinner simmering on the stove.
     He’d even done a few things not on my original list, like cleaning the bathroom and ironing my suits. I was trying to figure
     out what I could do to “punish” him when I saw a video sticking out of the VCR. It was an X-rated one that I knew was his
     favorite. “Oh, Sean, could you come here, please?” I called, not letting on exactly what was in store for him.
    He came toward me, beaming, clearly expecting my praise. “What’s this?” I asked, holding the tape right in front of his face.
    “Oh,” he said quietly, his head dropping as he tried to downplay his misdeed. “I, I… I was watching it,” he finished, looking
     up at me with a contrite expression.
    I stepped closer, placing my hand on his cock, which was hard beneath his pants. “What else were you doing while you were
     watching it? It wouldn’t happen to be something I specifically forbade you to do, would it?” I asked, raising my voice as
     my grip got firmer on his cock, while I waved the tape around.
    “Yes, ma’am, I’m sorry,” he replied, but it was too late. I took his belt out of his pants, tossing the tape on the floor
     as I brandished my new weapon in the air.
    “Get undressed. It seems that you still have somelessons to learn about being a proper house slave,” I instructed. He quickly scrambled out of his pants and I gave him a few
     lashes, my breath getting faster as I watched the belt sail through the air. When I finally peeled down his briefs, his ass
     was tinged pink, and I delivered a few direct blows with the belt that left light red stripes atop the pinkness. He moaned
     when I ran my fingers over his warm ass, then let out a deep growl when I brought his wrists together behind his back and
     tied them with the belt. I could see him trying to figure out just how sturdy his bonds were. I held his wrists in one hand
     and fondled his balls with the other. “Don’t worry. I’ve made it so you can’t get away—I know what I’m doing. Now we’re going
     to eat dinner, but you’re going to have to eat with your hands tied behind you as punishment.”
    “But-but…” he trailed off when he saw the look on my face and meekly followed me into the kitchen. I had to admit, he’d prepared
     a gorgeous meal of steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans. I served each of us, cutting up his food into single-bite portions,
     then set his plate on the table. I pulled out his chair for him and then sat down myself.
    “It’s quite delicious,” I said after taking my first bite, smiling and feeling the first stirrings of arousal when I saw him
     struggling to eat his meal. He’d managed to get some of the steak in his mouth and was chewing heartily. I took a sip of water,
     calmly enjoying my meal while he ate his potatoes. I lifted my legunder the table to see how his cock was doing, and found it absolutely rock-hard. I kept my foot in his lap while we finished
     the meal, then wiped his face clean, like a baby. He stared up at me with a look of total devotion on his face, before I told
     him to get up and go to the bedroom. I watched him walk, his cock sticking out proudly in front of him, both of his arms secured
     behind his back.
    I took pity on him and unfastened the belt, but wanted to make sure he learned his lesson. I rolled him onto his back and
     placed his hands under his ass. Then I grabbed his cock and made sure he was watching. “Who does your cock belong to now?”
     I asked, tightening my grip while simultaneously pinching his nipple.
    “You, Mistress,” he said, correctly improvising the new title I wanted him to use. “You control me.”
    “That’s right, and you better not forget it. When I tell you not to jerk off, I want you to