维奥莱特女士大步走进她的房间，她的尼龙网眼紧身连衣裤在灯光下闪闪发光。她用马鞭抽打着大腿，尖锐的声音回荡在房间里。“过来，奴隶，”她咆哮着，声音里满是命令。

她的顺从者急忙跑过来跪在她的脚边，崇拜地抬头看着她。“是的，女主人，”他呜咽道。“我来为您服务。”

维奥莱特对他冷笑，深红色的嘴唇卷曲。“我知道你是个失败者。现在脱掉衣服，展示自己。”这个可怜的虫子是如此听话，如此渴望为她的快乐而贬低自己。这几乎太容易了。

但他看起来很紧张，坐立不安。“女主人，我有一个惊喜给你……”他指着房间中央，维奥莱特的眼睛睁大了。她的绳袋已经打开，等着你。

“这是什么意思？”她要求道，语气中带着不悦。

他朝她走去，眼中闪烁着奇怪的光芒。“今天轮到我掌权了，女主人。是时候让你臣服于我了。”

维奥莱特目瞪口呆地看着他。“你敢违抗我，失败者？我应该惩罚你这种傲慢！”但他只是笑了笑，脸上闪着邪恶的光芒。他像蛇一样敏捷地抓住她，把她的手腕绑在身后。维奥莱特挣扎着，但他太强壮了，太坚定了。

绳子缠绕着她的手腕、躯干、腰部和胯部，把她牢牢地绑了起来。他拿起她的马鞭，绑在她的嘴里，捂住了她愤怒的哭喊声。“女主人，你再也不要命令我了。现在我才是发号施令的人。”

他退后一步，咧嘴笑着欣赏自己的杰作。维奥莱特在束缚中扭动着身子，眼睛里怒火熊熊。她踢了他一脚。他抓住她的大口塞，用它代替了她嘴里的鞭子。维奥莱特僵住了，突然明白了他的意图。

他灵巧地把鞭子塞到她的两腿之间，把惩罚性的一端推到她的胯部。当他把鞭子拉起来，牢牢地塞在她的褶皱之间时，维奥莱特尖叫着。“好了，”他咕噜咕噜地说。“这是一条送给我女主人的漂亮的小胯绳。让我们看看你是如何享受换一种无助的感觉的。”

然后他把她留在那里，单腿站立，绳子勒进她最敏感的地方。维奥莱特怒不可遏，汗水和泪水刺痛了她的眼睛。这条虫子怎么敢背叛她！太丢脸了！

但当她站在那里，被捆绑和堵嘴，被迫承受胯绳的刺激压力时，她感到腰部有一股叛逆的热度在上升。羞耻感让她脸颊火辣辣的。她真的因此而兴奋起来了吗？

几分钟就像永恒一样，维奥莱特承受着痛苦的极乐，她的身体背叛了她。没有[X_X]的释放，这让人发疯。她终于承认今天那个奴隶打败了她。他报了仇……Mistress Violet strode into her session, her nylon mesh catsuit gleaming under the lights. She cracked her riding crop against her thigh, the sharp sound echoing through the room. "Get over here, slave," she barked, her voice dripping with command.

Her submissive scurried over and knelt at her feet, gazing up at her worshipfully. "Yes, Mistress," he whimpered. "I'm here to serve you."

Violet smirked down at him, her crimson lips curling. "I know you are, loser. Now strip and present yourself." This poor worm was so obedient, so eager to debase himself for her pleasure. It was almost too easy.


But he looked nervous, fidgeting. "Mistress, I have a surprise for you..." He gestured to the center of the room and Violet's eyes widened. Her rope bag, already open and waiting.

"What is the meaning of this?" she demanded, displeasure lacing her tone.

He moved towards her, a strange glint in his eye. "It's my turn to be in charge today, Mistress. Time for you to submit to me."

Violet gaped at him. "You dare defy me, loser? I should punish you for such insolence!" But he just smiled, a wicked gleam in his expression. Quick as a snake, he grabbed her and tied her wrists behind her. Violet struggled but he was too strong, too determined.

Ropes encircled her wrists, torso, waist and crotch, binding her securely. He took her riding crop and tied it into her mouth, muffling her outraged cries. "No more orders from you, Mistress. I'm the one giving commands now."

He stepped back to admire his handiwork, grinning. Violet writhed against the restraints, eyes blazing with fury. She kicked out at him. He grabbed her big ball gag and replaced the crop in her mouth with it. Violet froze, suddenly understanding his intent.

With a deft motion, He slid her crop between her legs, pushing the punishing end against her crotch. Violet squealed around the gag as he drew it up, nestling it firmly between her folds. "There we go," he purred. "A nice little crotchrope for my Mistress. Let's see how you enjoy being helpless for a change."

And then he left her there, standing on one leg, the rope digging into her most sensitive places. Violet seethed with impotent rage, sweat and tears pricking her eyes. How dare this worm turn on her! The indignity!

But as she stood, bound and gagged, made to bear the stimulative pressure of the crotchrope, she felt a traitorous heat building in her loins. The shame of it burned her cheeks. Was she actually getting aroused by this?

Minutes stretched into an eternity as Violet suffered the agonizing bliss, her body betraying her. Without the release of climax, it was maddening. She finally admitted that slave had bested her today. He had taken his revenge...