Making and breaking of a cuckold – 20 The interrogation

“I’ll just watch what goes on for the time being. This still all seems pretty weird to me”.

“You heard the lady peepee. Kneel before Miss Christy”.

Miss Christy got off the recliner, stood before me and did some stretches. She was lithe and supple, lean and well-muscled from her gym work, and pale and Goth looking though dressed in a bikini. She was a gorgeous young woman but I already knew how dominant she was and that she had a sadistic streak a mile wide. She addressed me,

“Nervous, are we?”

“Yes Miss Christy”.

“I think from now on you can call me Empress Christine, faggot. More befitting of my royal status, especially when dealing with low-life scum like you”.

“Yes Empress Christine, whatever you say Empress”.

“I like it when you’re all submissive and grovelly scumbag; it pleases me, which is what you should be aiming for given what damage I could do to you in the next half hour”.

“I will try hard to please you Empress Christine and it will be an honour to suffer for you”.

Smash!!! Her right hand crashed across my face. She was more powerful than she looked and it rattled me. “Thank you Empress Christine”.