Dina smiled to herself as she observed the man before her. He was stripped and bound to her table; the leather straps forcing his arms above his head. A ball gag completed the effect. This man had broken into her house and she was going to make sure that he payed for it. Now, any other person would have called the police; but when the burgler broke in, what he didn't know was that Dina was in the house and what he also didn't know was that she was a firey sadistic domminatrix - and her pussy was hungry for cock, any cock. So, she had cpatured him and tied him up before telling him that he had to do whatever she wanted him to, otherwise he would be in SERIOUS PAIN! Now he lay on his back, prepared for whatever she had planned to do to him.

Dina paused, massaging her breasts through the fabric of her thin cotton vest. He was watching, she knew. She also wore a short mini skirt over her bare pussy and black stiletto heels. He was eyeing the riding crop in her hand. She smiled again. "You don't want this to hurt you, do you, slave?" He shook his head frantically and she laughed. "Well, if you didn't want this, you shouldn't have broken into my house in the first place!"

She went over and stroked his cock. To her surprise, he was already getting hard and she brought the riding crop down hard on his chest. He groaned loudly. She tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder as she straddled him, pressing her warm pussy against his cock. "Shut up, slave! Now, fuck me!"

With both hands clasping the riding crop, she began to pound at him hungrily. He groaned as he entered her and she began to gasp and moan. She beat his body with the riding crop again and again with cried of "Fuck me harder!" until he couldn't hold out any longer and came inside her. She gasped as she followed and struggled away from him. "You come when I say you can come, slave! Got it!" She beat him again and he nodded at the risk of being hit again. She reached down and removed the ball gag; he took a gasp of air before he felt her pussy against his face. "Make me come again, slave; this is just for me now."

He complied to her demands and the beatings became less frequent as she finally came with a loud moan. "Mm!" she sighed, moving away from him. Her hand came down on his chest and she scratched him with her long nails. He couldn't hold onto his fury any longer. "You bitch!" he spat.

She grabbed his jaw, forcing his mouth open but rendering him speechless. "What was that? You don't insult me; you were the one who broke in here. I'm just giving you what you deserve!" She thrust the ball gag back into his mouth. "But maybe it's not enough. Maybe I need to do something more extreme."

The next thing he knew, she had untied him only to flip him over onto his stomach and hogtied him. He watched as she slipped out of her skirt and held up a strap-on dildo. She laughed at the look of fear on his face as she attached the straps and moved to stand behind him. "Oh, yes," she cooed. "This is definatly the way to punish you, slave!"

Helpless he lay there, unable to see but able to feel the hard cold rubber of the strapon inside his ass and hear her hungry panting as she pegged him repeatedly. He tried to think of something else but found he couldn't. Just when he thought that it was going to go on forever, she gasped and he felt her withdraw the strap-on. She dropped the strap-on to the floor and moved to stand in front of him. He saw that she was fingering her pussy.

"You bad boy," she whispered. "Now I really need to pee and there's only on thing for me to do."

She rolled him painfully onto his back. 'No, please,' he thought but too late. She stood above him, playing with her pussy until she felt ready; whereupon she crouched over his chest and let out a golden shower. He felt her pee hit his face and neck and he twitched indignatly, trying to avoid getting any in his mouth but it was no good; for she suddenly removed the ball gag and allowed herself to pee all over his face.

"There." She dropped to her knees, her wet pussy inches from his chest. "Now, you're goin to think twice about breaking in here again, aren't you?"

He nodded, unable to speak.

She turned him on his side and removed the rope binding his feet then pulled him off the table and, with the riding crop resting on his ass, she propelled him towards the front door. Opening it, she pushed him outside onto the path. The street was, thankfully deserted and she pushed him down onto his knees and went back into the house. A second later, she had placed his clothes on the path beside him and removed the rope around his wrists.

"Just remember, slave," she whispered in his ear, "that if you ever break into my house again, there'll be plenty more where that came from!"

She left him on the path to pick up his clothes and make a break for it, and she smiled to herself. He would be back. They always came back...