I don’t know for sure why I am still upset with Zoe. Well that’s a lie. I still suspect she has played with that other mistress named Nicole. How else would she have known about Zoe’s brand?
Zoe is home alone for days when I travel. Has she been cheating on me?

Well my pleasure is going to be Zoe’s pain. I revel in the thought of hearing her cry.
I gather a six foot piece of rope and tie knots in it every foot and hand it to Zoe.
She is to rub the rope between her legs, specifically between her lips, back and forth as if she were drying herself with a towel but instead she will be using a painful rope.
She does as she is commanded but hides her pain. I WANT TO SEE HER IN PAIN!
Finally tears start to run down her cheeks. I decide it is almost time to stop, but not quite yet, let her rub herself a few more times with the knots.

Finally I tell her to stop and hand me the rope. God it stinks!
I have Zoe turn around in front of me and I tie her wrists and elbows together behind her. With her arms bound behind her like that she has no choice but to thrust her breasts forward.

I put her collar on and attach a leash to the collar and then tie her knees together and secure the leash to her knees.

I look at her bent over with her arms behind her and her bottom sticking out.
There is that brand that has caused my anger! With my anger at a pitch I begin to whip Zoe’s legs and bottom with a cane. Instead of calming me down it angers me even more as I continue to strike her harder and harder each time.
Finally she cries out “please mistress no more.” I realize I have been too brutal and stop caning her. OUCH! she is definitely going to have some marks from this session.

I order her to hobble over to the edge of the bed while I fetch my newest toy.
It is the largest dildo I could find to fit in my strap-on harness.
I untie Zoe’s knees but keep her arms bound then I push her forward so that she hits face first onto the bed standing bent over besides the bed.
I spread her legs and viciously slam the giant dildo into her pussy!
Why am I still so angry at her? I fuck her harder and harder. The dildo is too large and eventually she cries out with each thrust.
She shouldn’t cry that only makes me madder and I ram the dildo into her even harder.

Eventually my hips grow sore and I stop. I notice Zoe is crying more so than usual.
I probably have been too harsh on her but I am jealous that she would cheat on me.

Finally I believe it is time to confront Zoe. I order her to kneel in front of me while I sit on the edge of the bed.
“Who is Mistress Nicole? Have you been serving her while I am out of town?”
Zoe starts crying immediately. So it is true and she has been caught. She tries to speak but I stop her.
“You are my property and I can do anything with you that I please. I may drag you out of my apartment right now and leave you in the gutter bound as you are now! Or maybe I will give you to Master Torture. He seemed to enjoy you very much!”

Zoe tries to interrupt me but it only makes me angrier. Finally when I am tired of yelling at her I get up to leave the room. She cries out “PLEASE! Mistress Nicole is only a friend. She is someone I knew before I met you!”

“Was she previously your mistress?” I ask her. “No she was only a friend” she cries out.
“Why does she know about your brand?” I angrily ask her.
Impatiently I wait for her to answer my question…