Switches and bitches

The other day I found myself enraged by VSK's insolence. I had to wipe that smirk off her face. It helps to put the collar around her neck, and then snap the leash to the collar. I threaded the leash through the bed frame, which essentially allowed me to jerk her head down, with her knees on the floor. Still she smirked, the little selfish bitch. The nice thing about a long leash is that it can be put to multiple uses. I took a goodly length of it and whipped her mocking ass hard until she finally began to see that I can switch from cuckold to master if the bitch warrants it. From here I rotated her to my cock. That was really satisfying, and she put some effort into sucking me from her knees while I stood. I finally rolled her on the bed and relieved myself in her still defiant pussy. That's the problem and the pleasure of this kitten, she has layers and layers of camouflage. The Minx, she's a bit easier to dominate, perhaps simply because she is just not as physically strong. She craves to be used like this, and frankly this post is for her. VSK, she knows what I want. Yet she still spends a lot of time resisting. These are pleasant problems, vexing, but pleasant. Women are complex creatures, and I am a glutton for punishment, giving and receiving.