He took his time getting here tonight. I actually was not sure if he was going to make it.

He's been coming to me ever since that first brutal match in CZW. He met my sister in the ER, she was his nurse. He showed how much he enjoyed his match and she recommended a better way…

Siren's Den of Debauchery?

Yea, it's a clean place, very respected; maybe my sister can help you find a better way?

Hmmmm…, the rest as they say is history

Which leads us to here, after leaving for Florida, and making it big, I still get a phone call whenever he is going to be in town, and tonight he is late. Not unusual but normally I get a phone call. I am Siren, by the way, head mistress and dommie to a small and well respected house of sin as the vanilla world likes to call it. I have owned and operated my own private members only BDSM establishment just across the river from PA for 7 years now. As of right now I sit in my office awaiting on of my long standing clients and submissive. A certain man whose real world is full of controlled chaos and tries though he may to deny it, deep down loss of control is what he craves. He always fights me, He always tries to get the upper hand, and He will do anything to defy me. Being late is one way he tries, bless him, but the poor thing knows what awaits, and deep down he knows he needs it.

It's half past midnight when security finally leads him in. Depositing him on his knees, hands flex cuffed already behind his back.

"Mistress, Your 11:30 is here."

"Thank you James'

James leaves and I circle him, waiting watching, he'll open his mouth in a minute, he always does, it's just a matter of time, and he knows how patient I am.

"look," he says after a few minutes, "I meant to call but I got caught up by management, or else I would have been here on time, not like this is going to help me any, your probably pissed as hell, and I am going to have to explain so many things to makeup tomorrow for the smack down taping, but well right now the fears got me hard a as a rock in anticipation, wanna feel." He grins up at me through that mess of blond waves. Hoping that distracting me with thoughts of his delightful cock, will grant him mercy. And I have to admit it's down right adorable when he gets all sassy and every bit the brat I know he can be.

"Oh, Mister Good, when has your mentioning your hard cock to me ever gotten the desired result?" I ask circling around to his front. Looking down at him, locking our gazes together. "The last time you did that I locked you in chastity for the night and made you please me till you spilled yourself inside your own pants, locked away and unable to get a full erection. Now you know I hate repeating a good punishment but then again you didn't see that as a punishment did you?"

"Nope"

I smile at him; he is really looking for it tonight. He needs it hard, and he needs to be reminded where his true place is. I hold his defiant gaze. He begins to fidget, then, squirm, and then, he's on his feet. Inches from my face pressing himself against me, dry humping my leg, placing sweet, soft kisses to my neck, whispering in my ear all the dirty things he will do to me if I just let him out of the cuffs and play nice with him….ahhhh and there it is. The real reason why he is late, it's not Jon Good or Dean Ambrose that stands before me, it's Moxley! Little devil, thought I beat him out long ago, it seems Mox has missed me. Well let's just put that little beast back in his padded cell shall we…

" Mox, Mox, Mox, stop before you get yourself into a fit of trouble you know you can't handle."

"Like what?"

I just giggle, and then I hit the intercom on my desk. "James, Darling, I seem to need your assistance again, and bring Casper with you, it seems I have a need for the Medical center tonight." I say, watching Mox's eyes go wide, oh yes you remember don't you. I smirk at him, knowing that he thinks he knows what's coming, but he has no clue. Mox craves pain, but I am going to show him why that's not how he gets what he wants.

James and Casper enter a few minutes later caring a straight jacket. Mox doesn't even turn around. He stands his ground defiant to the last. James walks up and begins to undo the cuffs around his wrists,

"Wait James, one thing first." I plunge the needle into his neck and in a few seconds Mox is out like a light, Casper catches him as he falls, the two get Mox into the jacket just as he begins to come to. "Now boys take Mox here to the medical center and place him in solitary confinement. I will be down shortly, Oh and Boys make sure it's a bit colder than usual, don't want our patient to fall asleep while he's waiting."

"Yes Mistress" they answer dragging a half conscious Moxley between them.

Well my night just got a bit longer, but a ton more fun…