When trying your best isn’t good enough…

It had been a hard week. Hard in every sense, except one...


Work had been full-on and the world seemed to have gone quite literally mad, making me a very busy person. I had got home late every evening, completely exhausted. I knew that my master wanted to see me but I didn’t know how or when i could fulfill that, so I avoided his contacts, every day with a growing sense of trepidation. He never showed that he was displeased. His texts were always respectful, enquiring, and consistent. But I knew he liked me to be in touch every day, to meet with him at least twice a week and to send him details about how I was keeping my self wet for him.


Every day I felt more treacherous and more nervous about contacting him until finally, one morning he sent a message to say “I will forgive you your lack of obedience, so long as you come to me this evening to face the consequences”. I knew that that was it. I had to go to him or the future consequences would be torturous. Just the same as the rest of the week, the day was so busy that work was not finished as my phone alarm went off, to tell me to leave. I had to decide whether to see another patient or get home to shower. I decided to see my patient and to shower at my masters. I knew he would not approve, but what could I do?


After seeing my patient, with my mind on my own situation more than theirs, I ran from my office to the car and drove to my masters house.The walk from his drive to the front door felt long. I knew he was watching me. I knocked on the door and waited.


And waited.


I knew this was part of my punishment, so I stood there patiently. Eventually my phone pinged. “Where are your clothes?” I had come straight from work so had not changed into my sub clothes. I think I was trying to show him that I had something of my own, that I was an important person at work, with an identity. But as I looked at his text I realised that there was no place for that identity in this relationship. And I felt very stupid. The phone pinged again. “Take off your pants and post them”. I took off my pants, little black thongs, and popped them through the letter box. Through the window I could see his blurry outline approach, bending down to pick up the panties, then lifting them to his face, sniffing them. Then the door slowly opened...


He stood aside and waved me in. I stood on the hall carpet, feeling a bit foolish. I was not sure why I had tried to assert myself here, what had I hoped to gain? This man was all I wanted within the confines of our relationship. I wanted to apologise, but I couldn’t speak. The rules were that he had to speak first and that speech was always a command. "Strip" he said. I was confused, usually this only took place in the bedroom. He sensed my hesitation. “Strip” he said again, then he walked over to the hall cabinet and from beside it took a small crop. I slowly began to peel off my clothes, skirt, top, bra. I stood naked. He took the crop and flicked my erect nipples. He looked me up and down, rather sadly. “Shower” he barked. I marched ashamed to the shower, taking the loofah and scrubbing my skin until it was red, just as he likes it. I stepped out as he walked into the bathroom with a warm fluffy towel. He wrapped it around me, holding me. I felt reassured, like he was helping me to feel secure before having to dole out the punishment. “Go and get in position for punishment” he murmured. “afterwards we will talk about your disobedience”. I walked into his play room, although I knew we would not be playing today. I removed the towel and knelt by the bench. I am not allowed to turn around when I am knelt here, but I heard him come in and start to take things out of the special cupboard...


First a blindfold, which he gently placed around my head. Then handcuffs. He cuffed my wrists to the posts. This was unusual for him, but I knew this was to really show me his extra dominance today. And I knew that he meant business by this. Sometimes he would take me across his knee, using his hand and rubbing my cheeks between bouts of spanking. But this, today was about keeping my on one place and getting a good swing.


I knew this was going to be painful.


By now I was cold, through anxiety as well as the temperature. It was December and he clearly hadn’t put the heating on. Again. Probably deliberate. My nipples were hard and he knelt behind me, slid his hands under me tans squeezed my nipples very hard.. I gasped. “I have to teach you how to obey me” he said, almost sadly. “I’m going to whip your arse. Then I’m going to clamp your nipples and I will use our little chain to pull you back to me every time you try to draw air when I’m face fucking you. Do you understand?” You will feel pain in your arse like I have never given you before and when I stop you will have no relief.” OMG! He knew I hated nipple clamps and face fucking. He had obviously spent some time planning this out...


He climbed off me and began to rub my cheeks, adding in a few slaps here and there. My cheeks began to feel warmer and it was not unpleasant. If he was pulling me into a false sense of security it worked. Because all of a sudden there was the sound of wind and the belt slapped across my arse so hard I cried out. There was silence. Then I felt something being stuffed into my mouth. My panties!! I actually gagged, but he was tying a scarf across my mouth so. I could not spit them out. “Leave it” he said “no sound”. There was that silence, then the belt came down again. I tensed every muscle to quell my cry. “Well done” he said “ you will have ten, but we will start again with every sound”. I endured ten whips with that belt. He had never been so cruel before. I could feel the fire in my cheeks. Then, he stopped, I heard a bottle unscrewing and cool liquid on my cheeks. It was soothing, but he extended the rub to my hole sliding in two fingers to make it larger. I tried to relax, thinking I knew what was coming but once again he took me by surprise. This was no ordinary butt plug, it was much wider, longer and harder than anything I’d known, other than his dick in me. I silently accepted this as he thrust it in. Then he slapped my cheeks again and started to beat me with his paddle. By now the blindfold was wet with tears and I wondered if I’d ever sit again. Then he stopped.


More cold cream was rubbed on my cheeks and he asked if I was ok. He took off the blindfold and gag, took the panties out of my mouth and looked sadly at me. I gulped a few times, stifling my sobs. “I’m sorry” I said. “I know you are” he murmured, brushing hair from my face. I hoped that was it, that he would stop. For a moment I believed he would as he undid the handcuffs. Then he placed them behind my back and lifted me higher by my chin. He picked out the nipple clamps and held them aloft.


“I’m sorry too” he said. “But you have to learn to be obedient”…. TBC

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