Page 2 of Sanguineous Fiend
The chat goes wild as I lean into my persona even further. Mistress Sidian. The dom they want and need. I adopt the hard expression and then stand with my legs slightly parted. Spread just enough that my thighs still touch in the center.
A stance that allows me to direct their attention anywhere I want it to go. If that is my chest, then the whip will lead them there. If it’s my pussy, then I can spread myself wider. If they want my ass, then they can move to the camera in the back of the room. It’s angled just right so they can’t see the screen, but they have a perfect view if I was to bend over for them. It’s a power play. They are the dogs and I am their leader.
I wait as I stare at the chats as they scroll upwards. Many are begging me to whip them. Others are sending in pictures of them touching themselves. Pictures are allowed in chat, but only I can see them. No one else can see the images for privacy and consent concerns. I’ve consented to receiving the images from my audience but no one else gives their consent to be sent a ton of images of people masturbating. I have them send them in so I can see how desperate they are. How much they want me to degrade and defile them. It makes this so much more worth it.
I zero in on one viewer's comment.
I need the punishment, Mistress Sidian. I’ve been such a bad boy today and need you to teach me right and wrong. Please whip me.
I smile because I think I’ve found the performance of the day. Punishing a bad boy is at the top of my to do list. I see aton of them come into the chats when I’m on, usually for some stupid reason or other they need punishing. Let’s find out what this one wants to be corrected for.
“Boy toy,” I call his username out. “What have you done that deserves my punishment?”
I wait as the chat goes feral over what he could have done. Everything from he peed his pants all the way to murder psycho was announced before I see his name scroll across my screen.
I was a bad boy. I hurt someone. I didn’t mean to, but now I need to be punished.
Ah, so he likes to make people guess what he has done. Did he hurt someone physically or emotionally? He’s playing the crowd and I can’t blame him. He is seeking attention, and I just gave him and everyone else exactly what they wanted.
“Perhaps you deserve my punishment, then. What shall I make you do? How badly do you deserve this?”
I ask him and the room to see what everyone else would suggest. So I’m not disappointed when suggestions roll across my screen.
Make him beg.
Tell him to masturbate on the floor and then lick it up.
Flog him.
Choke him.
Make me beg for release, Mistress Sidian.
The last one comes from Boy toy, and I smile at the camera. That I can do. I can make him beg oh so fucking perfect for his release and still deny him the pleasure. I tug the whip frommy body and crack it in the air. The sound explodes across the microphones in the room.
It sends my chat into a meltdown and a slew of yes Mistress comes across the screen before everyone is silent and waiting. I command this room and the stream associated with it. What I say goes. If they don’t listen to their Mistress, then they are bad little boys and girls and get removed for a short period per my contract with them. They know the rules.
So when the chat falls silent and I press the screen to pull up Boy toy’s camera that he has open, I can see that his head is held downward and is not looking at me. He is waiting for directions like a good little sub.
“On the floor. Bad boys don’t deserve a seat.”
I wait for him to fall to his knees on the floor and he even moves backwards so his camera still captures all of him. He’s sitting in boxers and nothing else. His knees are together on the floor of his bedroom. His hands resting on them with his shoulders slumped forward. I’ve punished him in the past many times. He is a regular that prefers to be humiliated and deprived of what he wants most.
He craves collective degradation though, so my next words are very clear.
“Have you signed the documents? Do you consent to being put forth in front of this session here today? Are you ready to be degraded and humiliated in front of your peers? Shall I make your camera live for others to see what a bad boy being punished looks like? Does our audience consent to seeing a boy punished today?”
All of it is per our legal team. They wanted to make sure that everyone is consensual and ready for what happens during some of my sessions. We labeled it before the stream ever started. On Tuesday’s, it’s degradation and punishment day and thatsometimes means that certain viewers will be in the hot seat in my lives. Everyone must consent to this.
The chat goes wild with “Yes, Mistress Sidian” comments, and I wait for our little bad boy to respond. He sits on the floor unmoving, so I wait, with my whip in hand. Ready to punish him and any who dare think they can defy me.
“Yes, Mistress Sidian. I consent to your punishment in front of my peers and whatever you think I deserve today for my transgressions.”
His voice is quiet, but his microphone picks it up, anyway.
“Good. Then you are now among your peers.”
I click the button to share his screen with everyone. The chat doesn’t say anything as they wait for what I will do to this poor little Boy toy. I back up to sit on the arm of the chair as I spread my legs wider. This time revealing my panties to those behind the camera.
