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since he was so attached to that thing, he was more than happy to oblige. Then I told him to text me once he pulled up in front of my place. I said I would give him very specific instructions on where to go once he arrived.
    Then the text came. GULP. I’m here, Goddess.
    Here are your instructions, slut. Come in the front gate and go to the second patio on your right. The patio is private. There is a door. Go through the door to the patio. Strip off your clothes, go to my door, kneel… then knock.
    Yes, Goddess, he answered.
    YAY! Well, at this point, I should mention that I had a little dog named Charlie. He was a very sweet Chihuahua mix. But we all know those little fuckers like to bark and protect their territory… So next I heard the loud squeak of the patio door being forced open. Then I heard a little wrestling of items. Charlie barked away on high alert, obviously trying to convey, “Mom, there is some bullshit happening outside!” Then I heard the door open again. Then my front door jiggled. Thank God I'd locked it. Then I heard the patio door open again. Okay, is this guy retarded or something? What the fuck?
    I was sitting on my couch, Charlie barking, and my crop in hand waiting for this lose r to get to the right door. Finally, the knock came. I stood, adjusted my tits, and Goddess SinPlay now had center stage. She was real and he was now late, by six minutes.
    I opened the door. Kneeling in front of me was the little lying worm that had been c ausing so much uproar. And I was right. He'd lied about his height.
    Charlie was all excited about this new person on all fours at his door. So I decided to rub it in Sam’s face a little more. “Let my dog sniff you, slut. Even he knows he's higher on the food chain than you are.”
    “Yes, Goddess,” he mumbled as Charlie smelled him. Charlie decided Sam wasn't that interesting after all and went back to where he’d been napping moments earlier. I feel ya, Charlie.
    “Get in here!” I ordered. Sam crawled into my apartment on all fours. I stood towering above him. I forced his head down to the floor with my heel. “You’re late, slut!” Sam tried to look up at me, but I jammed his head back down to the floor with my shoe. “I didn’t say you could look at me, loser!”
    “ Yes, Goddess. I’m sorry, Goddess.” His voice shook a little.
    “Kiss my boots, slave.” Sam began to kiss my boots like it was his job. He kept trying to steal a glance up at me, and when he did, I pushed his face into the floor. “No, get over here,” I said and cracked his ass with my crop. With a little jump, he crawled over to the center of the room. I saw the plug in his ass so I went over to him and pushed it in deeper. He let out a little cry. His dick was hard. We had an excited little monkey on our hands!
    “So, slut…” I cracked his ass cheek with my crop. “You think it's okay to make your Goddess wait for your pathetic ass, huh?” I cracked his other ass cheek. He flinched. “I should make you swallow this dirty plug for being such a pathetic lying late loser!” I slowly pushed the plug in his ass again. Sam squirmed.
    “No, Goddess. I’m sorry,” he whimpered.
    “You should be sorry, slut!” I scolded and pushed the plug again. He shivered. “What’s wrong, loser? I thought you liked having your ass all full of cock?”
    “When you push, Goddess, it hits my prostate and makes me feel weak,” he answered.
    “Good!” I laughed. “You are weak. Now, I’ll deal with your insult of being late to your session with me. I counted six minutes.” Okay, ladies… Here it is. Wouldn’t you like to be able to do this to all of the assholes who’ve kept you waiting over the years? Make them pay for every minute they kept you wondering if they were even going to show up? My suggestion? Get a riding crop.
    I stood above him with my legs on eithe r side of his head. I keep his head there in case he tried to get away. My legs would seize up on him like a vise