i spent this weekend with puppet, my cousin by blood, and my sister in submission (as well as in my heart). i’m sure you could tell by my previous post on the matter that i was a tad excited. Okay, that’s an understatement. She’s lucky i’m not a real puppy or i’d have been humping her leg in excitement. Actually she’s pretty darn lucky i didn’t do that anyway cause this weekend was eff’n hot!
i had known for days that i was going to stay with her and that our Owners had been making plans for us, so by the time Friday arrived i was one excited, happy, squishy girl. i waited until school let out to drive to her house and man was it a busy day! i had to work, pack, go to the lawyer’s office, and had several other things going on. Somehow in the middle of all the running amuck i was doing i forgot to schedule for my Master.
My schedule is a daily requirement that details where i will be every minute and also lists everything i have on (down to the shade of toenail polish). This wasn’t the first time i’d neglected to post it. i’m ashamed to say that i’ve let my Master down in this area several times. i am just SO busy and can be pretty dingy. He’s made me write lines, taken away orgasms, spanked me…well, He’s tried several things and hard as i try to be good, i still forgot sometimes!
Before i left for my trip i called Him to make sure i’d packed to His specifications and during the conversation He casually asked what i was wearing. i started describing my outfit for Him and was halfway through before it dawned on me that i hadn’t posted or He’d know what i had on. i immediately apologized profusely and as always He was calm and nonchalant about my poor behavior. In the past i’d have thought He was just ignoring the broken rule, and that i was getting away without punishment, but i knew better now. Just because He didn’t punish me immediately didn’t mean i wasn’t going to be punished at some point. i figured i’d be writing lines during the trip at best and at worst i wouldn’t be allowed to cum all weekend. Does it get much worse than not cumming all weekend??
Yes. Yes it does.
By the time i finally got to puppet’s house (she lives in another state) it was already 8 at night. We immediately started talking. We had so much to discuss! This was our first face to face visit since we’d discovered we were both slaves. About an hour or two into our conversation my cell began to ring. i was soooo happy when i looked down and saw that it was my Master calling. Only another slave can relate to the feeling you get when you look down and see your Owner’s name on caller ID. i’ve had boys call me before of course, but it isn’t the same thing at all. When it’s your Owner’s name flashing up at you there is an immediate rush of adrenaline through your body, combined with butterflies in your tummy, and wetness in your panties…all hitting you at the exact same moment. So with a pounding heart and breathless voice i answered His call and immediately puppet started laughing.
i asked her what was so funny and she said, “your voice totally changed!” Hmph. Well, maybe it did. i can’t help it. He makes me feel all funny inside like a combination of sweet little girl and naughty little slut. Somehow that comes out in my voice. i don’t know how. It just does. And guess what puppet? Your voice changes too! i was just too scared to laugh when the time came.
i talked to my Master for a few minutes while puppet had a giggle fest across the room and god He sounded so wonderful. i love His voice. He was very casual and light and asked about my trip and how puppet was doing and all the general stuff and then, in an equally casual voice, He told me i was going to have to have corner time for forgetting to post. Immediately my breath caught in my throat. Corner time?? As in me with my nose in the corner like a bad little girl while my cousin watched? That would be so embarrassing! i told Him exactly that.
“But i don’t want to go to the corner Master.”
“I know you don’t.”
“But Master, puppet is here and she will see me.”
“I know she will.”
“But Master i will be really embarrassed.”
“I know you will.”
He was really patient with all my ‘buts’ (and i was patient with all the giggling puppet was doing as she listened to me talk about going to the corner), but never gave in. i finally accepted that i was going to have to go to the corner and that while it would be embarrassing i would have to get through it. Then He said,
“Is tink in?”
Okay. Normally corner time finds me in the corner with tink (a buttplug) in my ass and my panties around my thighs. Surely He wouldn’t make me do THAT. Not in front of my cousin for crying out loud!
He did make me. And i dang sure did feel like crying out loud.
He literally made me drop my pants, expose tink (i was told to put her in when i arrived at puppet’s house and i had done that long before He called), and stand with my nose in her corner with my panties around my thighs.
i was humiliated. i wanted to run away. i wanted to hide. i wanted to cry.
i wanted to cum.
As embarrassed as i was, it also amazingly hot. He was on the phone, in my ear, saying things that made me drip and i knew she was in the room listening to me and possibly watching me as i stood there being chastised like a naughty little girl. She was also listening and watching when He made me slide a finger in my pussy and see how wet i was. And maybe she was watching when i started pressing into the corner and humping at it like a whore. And maybe she heard me sob out loud a little when He told me i couldn’t cum because bad girls didn’t deserve orgasms.
i’d only been at puppet’s house a few hours and already i was dripping down my thighs and humping her walls. It was going to be long, humiliating, erotic weekend and it was just getting started.
And so is this story. There is so much more to tell you. i haven’t got to the picture taking or the stripping or the session with puppet’s Master or the sex, but this is getting too long. Sorry puppet! i’ll get to your amazing story soon. In the meantime my Master wanted me to post the picture puppet took of me in the corner. (blush)
