Are You Sure You're a Man?

It was the third time he was calling my cell phone. I almost predicted it in my head that this last round of punishment was a tad much for this wimpy little sissy pants. But, I did straighten him out eventually to the point where if I asked him to jump, he’d no longer whine like a little mama’s girl and complain, he’d ask me how high. Ring, ring, it was unbearable.
“Yeah, what the fuck do you want!?”I demanded from him. Here we go again, whining.“Please Mistress, the pain is tearing me apart, I think I have to see a doctor.” He thought I wanted to hear that, I didn’t. Miss Thing knew that I enjoyed his so-called pain that was supposedly tearing him apart. You’re in pain? GOOD you lowlife prick! Every muscle in the body is elastic, he of all people should know that as a successful shrink with his own practice, so don’t whine just because I made you shove a plastic straw up your peephole.