He knelt, head bowed, trembling with anticipation. His hardened cock dangled before him above balls aching to release. His mistress stood above him, and although he could not see her from his position on the floor, he knew how she must look: head tilted, lips pursed in a wicked smile, eyes glinting.
"Oh, my dear boy, what shall we do with you?" she asked in a sing-song tone. "Would you prefer to be flogged on the horse or edged and then ruined?"