It's story time, my babes and betas and I've got a cruel tale to tell.

The consequences of forbidden lust in can be quite severe. My 65-year-old neighbor, a shameless peeping tom who thought he could gaze upon my divine form without repercussion, got a lesson he won't soon forget!

I'd suspected he'd been watching me for a while now. I could see the his curtains twitching as I was dressing or undressing. When I pass the pig in my driveway he can never meet my gaze. He would be visibly shaking if I spoke to him. "Good morning, John", I say as I get my mail. He flushes and stutters and quickly retreats to his house.

One day, I notice the curtains aren't twitching as much. All of a sudden, there was a strange light coming from the window. I suddenly realized it was the sun reflecting off a camera lens. This nasty bastard was filming me! Now I know for sure what he's been up to and I know what I have to do.

The day of punishment...

Using the key he keeps under the door mat, I sneak into his house and search his bedroom. Just as I suspected, there was a camera set up at the window. I take a look at some of the past recordings and see myself in various states of undress. There are even scenes of me masturbating! Upon further search of the room, I find a small array of cheap kink toys under the bed. A flogger, a cane, empty lube bottles and old dirty magazines. Pathetic. I lay out some of the items and turn the camera around to face the interior of the room. Then I go back to the living room to wait for my prey to return.

While waiting, I slip off my black pantyhose. When he comes through the door, the look of shock on his stupid face almost makes me laugh out loud. He begins to shiver and mumble; he knows he's busted. I command him to his knees and pull my pantyhose over his head as a makeshift gimp hood. Then I lead him down the hall to his bedroom where is camera was set to record.

I unveil the arsenal of BDSM tools I'd found, my fingers tracing the tails his cheap imitation leather flogger. Circling my prey, each step deliberate and calculated, I explain to him the gravity of his transgression. "I know you've been peeping on me and now, you're going to pay!" I tell him to strip and he takes of his shirt, jeans and boxer shorts revealing a pale, flabby body and a frightened looking flaccid penis.

A cruel mistress..

With a flick of my wrist, the flogger kisses his skin, delivering a sting that serves as a stark reminder of his place in my domain. I begin to rain lashes across his back and buttocks, reminding him that he has no right to peep on me or any other girls. The punishment intensifies as I command him to spread his legs. I deliver a series of swift kicks to his most sensitive area, ensuring that he will think twice before ever crossing me again.

Each strike is a dance of dominance, a visual and auditory symphony of control. His gasps and whimpers are music to my ears, a testament to the effectiveness of my discipline."You're never going to peep on anyone again, are you?" He nods emphatically but I am relentless and cruel, laughing as he doubles over in pain from my repeated ball busting with my black leather boots.

As his beating reaches its crescendo, I stand over my vanquished voyeur, his lesson learned, his respect for me solidified. "You think you've learned your lesson", my voice a sultry whisper that will haunt his dreams, "but I'm done with your yet..."

*This is a fictional story based on my latest video release which you can watch here