Going to the Puppet Show (part 4)

He fucked her mouth….hard…his hands holding her head steady so she couldn‘t pull away as he forced his cock down her throat. i heard her gagging. i knew she was struggling for air. i saw her hands come up to grab his arms more than once, but they always fell away without interfering, her need to please him greater than her need to breathe.

It was fascinating. My emotions were jumbled up and confused as i watched him take her. Part of me was embarrassed and wanted to look away, but i couldn’t. Part of me was worried because she couldn’t breathe and wanted to help her, but i couldn’t. Part of me was incredibly turned on and wanted to rub against my pussy to relieve the tension building there, but i couldn’t.

Finally he pulled his cock out of her mouth and i could see her face again. In a glance i took in her flushed cheeks, her mussed hair and her swollen lips, before i looked away. i picked a spot on the wall over her head focus on. i didn’t want to humiliate her by staring at her freshly fucked face like i wanted to. She looked beautiful…scared, submissive and beautiful.

“Get up and take off your pants.”

i winced inwardly for her. i knew how hard this was going to be. i knew she didn’t want me to see her naked and i knew how humiliated she’d feel. i’d experienced the same type of humiliation the night before when i’d dropped my pants and stood in the corner with a plug sticking out of my ass. I was impressed with how obedient she was. i had pouted and tried to get out of it, but she just stood up and took off her pants. She never wears panties so she was naked from the waist down in seconds. And then he pushed her face down over the edge of the bed.

“I know a little girl that was four minutes late tonight.”

My eyes widened when he reached into a bag and pulled out a very large wooden paddle with XOXOXOX was carved into one side of it. He wasted no time pulling back and hitting her ass hard…one, two, three times. She gasped with each blow, but didn’t try to get away.

“I am sorry Sir.”

She was sorry? WHAT?!? Okay. This is where i had trouble keeping my mouth shut. We weren’t late! We really weren’t. From the time she got the text saying she had 8 minutes to present herself we rushed like crazy to get to him and made it with two minutes to spare. i even left out my butt plug which was ordered to be in for the session because i’d had her in too long the day before without lube and so she hurt bad when i tried to put her in and i didn’t want to make puppet late by waiting for her to adjust so i left her out. i’d disobeyed an order so she’d be on time and he was saying she was late anyway! Ugh!!!

He hit her again. Then again. And again. i was wincing with each blow. She didn’t deserve them and if she was late it was my fault for trying to get tink in before we left. He kept going.

SMACK.

“Why were you late puppet?”

SMACK.

SMACK.

“I don’t know. I am sorry Sir.”

SMACK.

SMACK.

SMACK.

“Stop it! We weren’t late!”

It’s always my big mouth that gets me into trouble…

Going to the Puppet Show (part 3)

All day long he fucked with her mind.  She was already nervous, scared really, knowing that she’d be naked and used while i watched.  You have to understand how close we are.  Some families see their cousins once a year at reunions or maybe at the holidays.  That wasn’t our way at all.   We spent every weekend together as children (practically) and spent endless weeks together during the summer, basically moving into each other’s houses.  This wasn’t just puppet and me, this was all of our cousins.  We were closer than most siblings are.  This is enough of a mind fuck for most people, but that wasn’t enough for puppet’s Master.  He texted scary and taboo things all day that had her terrified and turned on.

By the time he texted and told us we had eight minutes to get to his house she was white as a sheet and she wasn’t giggling.  She giggles when she is nervous so i knew she was beyond nerves.  She was already sinking into her submissive space before we even got there. 

When i pulled into his drive way she didn’t hesitate or wonder what to do.  She was totally focused on her Master.  She just hopped out and went straight in.  i was the one hesitating.  i wasn’t sure what to do or where to go or what to say.  Did i need to give them a few minutes alone?  Did i need to talk when i went in?  What in the world was i supposed to say??  Would he be naked???  EEK!  This was seriously beyond my expertise.  i didn’t have my Master there to tell me what to do and i felt really, really unsure of myself.

i slowly made my way to the door i’d seen puppet hurry into and stepped into his house.  i could hear his loud voice  coming from what i assumed was a bedroom at the end of a little hallway.  Judging from her muffled replies and the grunts breaking up his words i could tell she was already sucking his cock (as is how she says hello at each session).   i started that way and then froze in the kitchen.  Ugh!  i had no idea what they wanted me to do. 

My Master had been making arrangements with puppet’s Master for a few days.  i didn’t know exactly what was planned.  Should i stand?  Should i kneel?  Did i knock?  Did i speak?  i stood rooted to the spot with questions tumbling through my mind faster than i could answer them. 

“I think we are missing someone in here.”

Well that answered one question.  He wanted me in there now.  He didn’t sound upset.  His voice sounded calm and in control and almost friendly, like he was summoning me back for tea and crumpets instead of sex and submission.  Wasn’t he nervous?  Why don’t Doms ever get nervous??  It isn’t fair.

With much uncertainty  and trepidation i entered the dim bedroom and stopped just inside the door, pressing back against the wall as much as i could.  They were on his bed, he was undressed and she wasn’t.  She was busy sucking his cock and she never slowed when i came in the room.  i wasn’t even sure she cared if i was there at this point.  She was totally focused on pleasing her Owner, her head bobbing up and down, her mouth making sucking noises.

“That’s it. Get it all in there puppet.”

His hands were pressing down on the back of her head as she struggled to get every inch of his cock into her mouth. i could tell when she started to struggle for breath, but he didn’t seem to care.  He looked over at me while she squirmed over his cock.

“Are you  nervous puppy?”

Oh man!  He was talking to me.  i wanted to be invisible.  i pressed a little harder into the wall behind me.

“yes Sir.”

My voice sounded  small and submissive.  Damn it!  i didn’t want to sound submissive.  i wanted to sound casual and calm like he did.  It wasn’t like i wanted to submit to him.  i knew he’d just borrowed me to humiliate puppet, but the very thought of being  loaned out to another Dom was making me feel very owned…very, very owned.

And the night was just getting started.

Going to the Puppet Show (part 2)

Being sent to the corner with your pants around your ankles with your plug in your ass while your cousin watches should be reason for some pretty heavy duty pouting.  That’s some humiliating stuff!  But if you are submissive you know that i didn’t pout.  No, instead i felt closer to my Owner than ever and definitely more in awe of Him.  i also felt very proud of myself.  i’d dropped my drawers in front of family and fingered myself in the corner like a bad girl.  If i did that i could do anything!  i probably never hesitate to obey an order ever again.  Why i’d be like super slave…faster than a vibrating bullet,  more powerful than a hitachi in motion, able to fuck large cocks in a single bound and…unflinching in the face of untold humiliations.

WRONG.  

“I want you to find something to write with.  Puppet is going to put my mark on the pussy I own.”

And just like that He wiped the smug, super-slave smile off my face.  He wanted who to do what??  She is my cousin!  i couldn’t let her write on my pussy!  She’d be appalled and i’d be sooo embarrased.  i immediately started trying to talk him out of it and He quickly made it clear that there would be no changing His mind.  Ugh!

When i told puppet what He wanted her to do she was just as appalled as i’d thought she’d be.  She did not want to have to touch my naked pussy.  She is bi, but we are cousins!  That changes everything and i totally understood why she was hesitating.  Then she said something that i thought was a VERY good point (because it would get me out of doing it).  She said, “He is your Master, not mine.  Why do I have to do what He says?”  Brilliant! She had come to my rescue.  Bang!  Pop!  Pow!  Super-slave had a sidekick.  Nothing could stop us now. 

WRONG.

“She is absolutely right.  I don’t own puppet.  But I own you.  Don’t I brooke? And  you WILL be wearing my mark tonight. I will find an alternative.  I am sure puppet’s Master will come to my aide and mark you himself or maybe even find someone else to help us out.”

Damn.  i can never outsmart that man.   He thinks of everything.  i bet he even has kryptonite butt plugs to use on me in emergencies.  Sigh.  My only hope was that puppet’s Master would refuse to help, but puppet told me he’d relish the opportunity to help humiliate me and would gladly ask some random man to write on me or do it himself.  Suddenly having puppet writing on my pussy didnt’ seem like such a terrible option and i started begging her to do it.  She was not budging an inch!  Some side-kick i had.

While i was trying to convince her to help me out she got a text from her Owner telling us to meet him at a little cafe  in twenty minutes. TWENTY-MINUTES!  i am not the kind of girl that can get ready that fast.  i need primp time.  i am so envious of puppet’s confidence and her ability to jump in the shower and go out with wet hair and no make-up.  i really wish i could do that.  i can’t.  If i was allowed limits getting ready in less than an hour would definitely be one of them. 

But twenty minutes later (okay, 24) we were sitting in a booth waiting for the PuppetMaster.  Butterflies!  On the way to the cafe puppet had pointed out the rodeo grounds where her Master had fucked her over the back of His truck.  Holy cow!  It was right at the edge of town (in town really) and barely off the road.  They had to have been visible to passing traffic.  Was he crazy? What had i gotten myself into?? i was so nervous, but not nearly as nervous as puppet was. 

Finally he arrived and i liked him immediately.  It was obvious that he cared about puppet very much.  We had that in common so how could i not like him?  Being the wonderful, loving cousin that i am i immediately tattled on puppet and told him that she wouldn’t write on my pussy for my Master.  He told her he’d promised my Master that he could use her in any way he chose if he granted the favor of letting me join a session and that she would do whatever he said.

Sorry puppet!  i just couldn’t let a stranger write on me.  Blush.  It would have been soooo embarrassing. 

Actually puppet had already told me she wouldn’t let it come to that.  She’d said she’d do it before she made me go through that.  She’s so great.  i really shouldn’t have tattled.  i let my side-kick down. 

But she didn’t let me down.  When we got back to her house (after getting instructions for the session later that night.  Gulp.)  i went into the bedroom and took off my pants and laid back on the bed.  She knelt between my thighs and carefully wrote my Master’s mark for Him (with eye liner, i didn’t have a marker with me).  She didn’t giggle (except when i discovered that my pussy was ticklish.  Really it is!) and did a beautiful job.  What a good cousin and awesome slave!  She didn’t want to write on me, but she followed orders. 

We took a picture and so i could post it on the private journal i share with my Owner and whew, we were done!  Yay us!  Super-slave and Pretty-puppet serve again!

Bang!  Pop!  Pow!

Going to the puppet Show (part one)

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)

 

More

i was almost asleep when He called last night. 

“You are mine.  I own every inch of you.  I want you to go get tink and slide her in your ass.  You are going to sleep with her there all night and when You wake You will feel her there and know You are owned.  Go do it now…and brooke?  I own you.”

Such a short, once sided conversation and yet i was trembling and needy by the time He hung up the phone.  i slipped out of my snuggly, warm bed and got tink, one of my anal plugs, and slid her into my ass.  Mmmmm.  i have learned to adore the feeling of my ass being stretched for my Owner.

i fell asleep feeling like a possession…His possesion…and my dreams were filled with the sound of His voice and the feel of His flesh on mine.   It was a long night during which i woke myself up humping the bed more than once.  When my alarm went off my first thought was of Him.  My pussy was dripping and desperate to be filled.  i texted Him and asked for permission to masturbate.  i didn’t get it, but i did get an order to move tink to my pussy (after i washed her of course) and to leave her in all day at school.

Oh. My. God. 

i seriously needed to cum in the worst way.  i could almost feel my blood rushing through my veins.  It was like there was a low hum vibrating all through my body.  My pussy would have soaked my panties before my first class was finished if it hadn’t been for tink holding my juices inside.  i was able to teach,  but my clit throbbed in time with the constant thought in the back of my mind, ‘i am owned…i am owned…i am owned.’   

The thoughts and throbbing were accentuated by frequent text messages from my Master. 

I own you, brooke.

You are mine.

I own that throbbing pussy.

You are my slut.

I own you.

I own you.

I own you.

By the time i had my first break i was ready to scream in need and frustration.  i called Him and begged for release.  He said He thought He’d make me wait 36 more hours until i was at puppet’s house to see if i wanted it bad enough to beg for it and cum in front of her. i think i almost cried.  Not because i didn’t want to beg in front of her, but because i didn’t want to wait!  i needed to cum three hours ago, not days in the future.  After much begging and pleading He sent me home to strip and get into my corner.  i rushed home, hopeful that He was going to allow me to fuck myself. 

When i was in my corner i called Him again.  i could hear people in the background at His office, but He didn’t seem to care.  He immediately asked if i was in my corner, if i was naked and if tink was still in my pussy.  The sound of His voice had an overwhelming effect on me and without touching myself once i was whimpering to cum.  He didn’t make it that easy.  He made me beg and plead and fuck myself with tink.  i was starting to think He really was going to make me wait until this weekend to cum.  i was practically sobbing when He finally granted me permission to cum…and oh boy did i cum.  And cum.  And cum.  i came so hard that tink shot out of my pussy, followed by a startling gush of wetness that hit the floor between my knees.  As i came He talked, low and harsh in my ear.

I own this orgasm.

I own every orgasm you will ever have.

You are mine.

I own your entire body.

You will be a good girl this weekend.

You will do whatever I command without hesitation.

I am your Master.

You are my slave.

I am the only one you will obey.

You are mine.

You are mine.

You are mine.

The more He talked, the more i came.  They were hard, shuddering orgasms that made me scream until i was cumming so hard i couldn’t scream anymore…i could barely breathe.  And still i came.   i was like the energizer subby.  i kept cumming and cumming and cumming.

You’d think i’d be sated and satisfied after cumming so many times, but with Him i’m never satisfied.  i always want more.  More of His praise.  More of His cock.  More of His voice.  More of His touch.  More of His friendship. More of  His Ownership.  More of my Master.

i hope He always leaves me wanting more.

SQUEE!

Guess what?  Guess what?  Guess what?!?!?

i get to go spend the whole weekend with puppet!  i KNOW!   i am so freakin’ excited.  We haven’t had any real time together since we figured out that we were both submissives.  We have soo much to talk about! 

Her Master is contacting my Master and they are making plans for us.  That part makes me a little nervous.  i mean we are cousins and we aren’t interested in the whole incest thing.  i am hoping they never order us to do anything sexual to each other, ugh!  That would be embarrassing.  Even being present while her owner uses her would be pretty embarrassing for both of us.   i guess i’ll just wait and see what they have planned.  Eek! 

i’m also excited about meeting her Owner.   i’m a big fan of his dominance.  Ha.  That cracked me up for some reason.  But seriously i am way impressed with the way he handles himself (and her).  He seems to be perfect for her and most of their scenes are beyond hot. 

i’ll let you know how it goes as soon as i can.  Wish us luck!

Orgasm Ownership

“I own you.”

 

The slow click of shoes against hardwood sent shivers down my spine as he walked deliberately in a circle around me.   i could feel his eyes on me, possesively taking in my naked body as i knelt before him.

 

“ I own all of you and I can do anything I want with you.  Can’t I slave?”

 

i nodded my head slowly in response.  i couldn’t believe the effect his words were having on me.  i felt light headed and breathless and increasingly needy with each word.  My hands were clasped behind my back as he’d instructed, but i wanted them inside me.  i needed something inside me to stop the ache.

 

 ”Your ass is mine.”

 

i felt the toe of his dress shoe press against my ass as his words slid across my skin, raising goosebumps along the way. 

 

“Your pussy is mine.  Spread your knees apart…wider…let me see my pussy.”

 

His foot slid between my knees and tapped until my knees inched a little wider apart.”

 

“May i touch myself Master?” 

 

Even to my own ears i sounded desperate, but i didn’t care, i was desperate.  i needed to cum.  The need had started building with his first words and already i was panting for release.  His voice did that to me, it was like my brain was programmed to respond to his sound.

 

“No.”

 

A whimper of frustration and disappointment escaped my lips, but i did not argue.  At least my mouth didn’t argue.  My hips were slowly gyrating back and forth in their own silent argument, thrusting against the toe of the shoes still between my knees.  He watched impassively for a few moments as i molested his shiny, black shoe, then he slowly starting unzipping his slacks.  i whimpered again as he slipped his cock out and stroked it inches from my mouth.  Leaning slightly forward he slowly spread precum across my lips.

 

“I own your mouth.”

 

My eyes drifted closed and my lips parted in anticipation.  i needed him inside me…somewhere…anywhere….ass, pussy, mouth, it didn’t matter where. i was so focused on his cock and my overwhelming ned to devour it that it shocked me when he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back. 

 

“I own you.”

 

He was leaning forward and looking into my eyes, peering straight into my soul.

 

“Do you understand me brooke?  I OWN YOU.”

 

i felt the orgasm everywhere at once…in my tummy, in my toes, in my pussy…my entire body vibrated with the need to climax, but i fought hard to hold it in.  He saw the need in my eyes and heard it in my whimpers.  His grip tightened in my hair and his eyes never broke contact with mine.

 

“Cum.  Cum for your Master.”

 

It ripped through me the second he spoke and his eyes seemed to be drinking me in as i dripped and shuddered before him.  The possessive heat of his gaze branded every inch of me as his property as i came on the floor, with only his hand touching my hair.  When my pussy stopped clenching and i was able to breathe again he still didn’t let go of my hair or look away from my eyes.

 

“That was the first time you came on my command slave.  It won’t be the last.  Good girl.”

 

He finally let go of my hair, shoving my face to the floor. 

 

“And now it is my turn to cum.”

 

i could hear the sound of his belt being yanked out of his pants.

 

 ”I own you and I can do anything I want to you.”

Exercises

He makes me exercise my (His) pussy.  At random times through each day i get messages telling me it is time to do my exercises.  By that He means Kegel exercises (when you tighten your vaginal walls and hold the position for fifteen seconds and then repeat). i’ve been doing them on my own for years because having a tight pussy is a vanity of mine.  i like it that way.  i want my pussy to feel so incredible that He never wants to stop fucking me.  Plus i like it when His cock hurts me at first…i like that i have to stretch to accomodate Him.  It turns me on.  So yeah, the exercises are not new to me, but there is something very different about doing it because He ordered it.  Knowing that i am tightening my vaginal walls, pelvic floor, and anus in submission to Him makes me wet and needy. 

As if that wasn’t enough the other day He had me find products that intensified my vaginal workouts and products that measured the strength of both my (His) pussy and my (His) anus.  These are the products i sent Him:

KEGEL8

This is a product for vaginal exercises called the Kegel8.  It was designed by physiotherapists and works by stimulating and exercising your pelvic floor muscles with precise electronic signals. These  signals automatically make your muscles and flex and contract, as if you were exercising them yourself.

 

PERITRON 9300

The Peritron is a hand held high tech clinical perineometer intended for assessing the strength of Pelvic Floor (PF) muscles and teaching pelvic floor exercises. As a precision perineometer for accurate assessment and super sensitive feedback. It can be used with either anal or vaginal sensors. The vaginal sensor can be inflated, thereby increasing the diameter and the firmness. This is useful when training the PF muscles for much greater strength. The reading is very accurate in cm/H2O, and gives a reading of a much weaker contraction.

i think i really like the idea of using the first machine.  i just use more intense pussy workouts, although i would miss being able to do them whenever i wanted.  There is just something nice about sitting in a boring meeting or across from your boss counting off pussy clenches in your mind. 

But the other thing?  The one that measures how hard i can clench my ass and pussy?  That one makes me blush.  Having Him insert it and ordering me to clench or cum so He can calmly and somewhat clinically sit there and read the monitor would be humiliating.  Ugh!

Surely i am not the only sub being ordered to keep their pussy in shape.  Does anyone else have experience with vaginal and anal exercises?

Learning To Be Good (1)

Naked and breathless i answered His call on the second ring.  He wasted no time on polite formalities.  He preferred getting right down business.  The business of fucking my mind. 

“Tell me what you see.”‘

He already knew exactly what i saw.  He’d ordered their preparation via text.

Go home. Get out a belt, weighted clamps, the big black buttplug, a dildo, a wooden spoon, the hitachi, clothespins, your tail, a marker and a vibrator.   Take off your panties and look at these things until I call.

It had been 18 minutes since i’d received the text.  Six minutes  were spent driving home, gathering the items He wanted, and getting naked.  i’d been staring at the ‘toys’ gathered for 12 long minutes before He called.

“i see all the toys that You told me to get out Master.” 

My voice was so soft in it’s submission that it is a wonder He understood a word i said.  Yet somehow He did understand me.  Somehow He always does. 

“List them.”

i cleared my throat, trying in vain to sound less nervous. 

“The hitachi, a dildo, a buttplug, clamps, clothespins, a wooden spoon, my tail, a vibrator, a marker and a belt.”

My heart pounded and my mind raced as i contemplated the possibilities each toy held.

“Some of those toys look like fun don’t they?” 

“yes Sir,” i answered in a timid little girl voice.  i don’t know where the little girl inside me comes from, but i always hear her in my voice and feel her inside me when i am serving my Master. 

“And some of them don’t look fun at all, do they?  In fact some of them look like they’d hurt.  Am I right?”

i slowly nodded my head yes, my eyes never leaving the assortment on my bed, before i remembered we were on the phone and that i had to answer out loud.

“Yes Sir.”

My vocabulary quickly shrinks to nothing more than yes Sirs and no Sirs when i feel submissive.  My brain just flies right out the window and my pussy takes over (apparently my pussy isn’t very bright).

“Look at those toys that feel good.  Those are for good little girls.  Now look at the toys that hurt.  Those are for bad little girls.  Which should I use on you today slut?  Hmmmm?  Tell me.  Do I own a good girl or a bad girl?”

i didn’t answer.  i didn’t want to.  i already knew what the answer was. i’d been ignoring some of my rules and He’d been patient for longer than i’d deserved.  i knew i had been taking advantage of His good nature. i suddenly knew what the marker was for and what i would be writing.   Just the idea that he thought i was a bad girl made me feel very sad…

 

And very contrite…

 

And wet.  Very, very wet.

i didn’t get to use any of the nice girl toys.

Why does being in trouble make me drip?

Learning to be a Good Girl

brooke apologizes for her absence.  she has been busy with her training and learning how to be a good girl.  she may be allowed to post again soon.

       ~ MW