While working at home one afternoon, I notice my slave’s phone, sitting on my desk. He must have left it when he ran out to buy my tampons. I saw the message alert flashing. Strange. He shouldn’t be getting any .jpeg messages. I touch the screen and the phone switched from the power save mode. I quickly access the new pics sent. My eyes open wide and my jaw drops. ‘That little bastard.’ I hear the door begin opened and closed. The security code being re engaged. I look up just as my collared slave enters the living room.His dark eyes moving to locate me in the room. His young features soften into a dreamy smile. ‘Mistress. I’m back.’ At 24 yeas old thinking with his cock is a fairly regular correction, I use, to train him. His eyes focus on his phone in my hand. Sarıyer escort bayan His smile dims, and still he is quite pretty. ‘Go put my tampons away and come back.’ He quickly does as he is told. I had forwarded the pics to my email account and have the album ready to view, on the screen. ‘Sit.’ He goes immediately to sit at my feet. ‘No, the chair.’ His head bows he sits in the chair next to my desk. ‘Do you know what I found?’ He nods his head ‘no’. I take a mental note that he does not correctly answer me. Nodding is not an option when I directly question him. ‘Look.’ Raising his head slowly, looking at me, the computer screen, then me. He is terrified . His expression sends a thrill racing through me. ‘Mistress, Silivri escort please let me explain.’ His begging angers me. I stand and strike his face with a flat, broad palm. He is stunned but remains quiet. ‘You address me as Mistress, always. Now do you know who the fuck this is sucking your cock!’ With trembling lips my slave speaks. “Yes Mistress.’ ‘Who is she?’ ‘No one, Mistress.’ ‘So you let some no name whore suck your cock!’ I press the forward button seeing my slave with this other female ignites a jealous passion in me that is uncontrollable. I begin my punishment immediately. ‘Take off your clothes. I will show you what I do with a naughty slave that will not keep his cock in his pants.’ An eagerness Escort Topkapı to please me shows in his movements, he strips quickly. I hardly allow him this much clothing but when he goes alone in public I sometimes allow him underwear. Today I made him wear silky red panties which his semi hard cock rubs against as he shrugs his pants down. His slim belly, though not muscular, is firm. The jingling of his public wear collar draws my attention to his upper body, as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a sprinkling of dark body hair on his chest. To anyone else his collar resembles a choker-like silver necklace. Made thick. Masculine. I love way it lays flat against his skin and can be hidden under his suits if he chooses to wear it to more prestigious occasions. I have the tools of punishment always within reach. Though I am not dressed for play I am always presented as Mistress, at home. I grab the lipstick. I walk over to my slave and grab his face. ‘Such a pretty slut, aren’t you?’ I make a point to carefully apply the lipstick on his firm, pout.