Escape to Germany

His face was red. From pleasure and from the slap I just gave him.

"I'm so sorry, Mistress! I will never do it again--" I squeezed his nipple tighter. Twisting it more. "Mistress! I'M SORRY!" He yelped in pain.

I let go of his nipple and began stroking his hair. He opened his eyes and immediately looked at the floor. I saw his eyes beginning to wet. I guess he was more sensitive than I thought. But I knew how to fix that. I filled the glass with more vodka.

"Drink."

After he was done drinking, he gave the glass back with two hands. I put the glass in the table while stroking his hair. His eyes were glued to the floor. I commanded him to follow me to the bed.

"Yes, Mistress."