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Friends Art My Submission Main Ink on Paper Faces of Me Awards Updates Site Map Guestbook A Holiday Punishment *she walks slowly into where He sits, her tippy toes barely making contact with the floor, her head is high though the sadness in her eyes reveals the pain from disappointing Him, gracefully she glides over to Him, after lowering her body in front of His legs, she kneels in Nadu, her voice begins to crack and she tries to compose herself, her cheeks turn a soft scarlet, and she whispers softly* Master, this girl would like to complete her assignment and tell You what happened two nights ago when a slave veered away from her womanhood. First, she was happy even though she had spent an entire evening with vanilla people, observing and absorbing their relationships. she hurried home, as she usually does, to call You, Master, with all the enthusiasm she usually has. As she remembers, the conversation started out wonderful, and there was even a light-hearted tale about how this slave had to endure "lust" from the photo gentleman and her slavery. W/we laughed and joked, and she even recalls You telling her that it was a good situation for her to be embarrassed and to have a vanilla man drooling over her. Then, the conversation changed rapidly. This slavegirl, since she had been influenced by her vanilla friends recently and had not had influence from her Master, decided to push His limits. For some reason, she felt it necessary to see if He really did care for her: if He loved her. So, she turned into a brat, under the impression and feelings that she had the backing of her friends and family, as T/they wanted her to stay in Belgium with T/them. she pushed You, Master. But not necessarily to her liking, He did follow through. He did express His love for this girl, though no words were spoken of such. You ordered this one to go upstairs. After some hesitation and hearing the anger and disappointment in Your voice, she finally did. At first, You ordered this slave to get a lighter and the white candle, but then things changed. Perhaps You did not want me using wax again without aftercare, or perhaps You had a greater discipline in store for her since she persisted onward with her brattiness. This one undressed and got into bed. Her attitude was still in full bloom, and though she did not want to comply with Your direction, she could not stop what was natural for her. You ordered her to reach into the bag. The first item she was to pull out was the anal vibrator. This one’s heart began to pound, for she hates Your ass toys. You then instructed her to insert it, and though she tried to argue with You about lubrication, You quickly solved the problem and she had no other choice. her heart continued to pace, her body heated as she listened so intently on Your voice. her mind fought with her body, as she was trying to keep control of the independent facade she was demonstrating. Slowly, she followed Your instructions and put the vibrator in her ass. It hurt and though she wanted to pull it out and not tell You, she could not deny her slavery, and she kept it in. You lectured her for a while about being a brat, the pros and cons of how she was behaving. This one’s ass began to throb, a mixture of pain and pleasure danced throughout her body. she focused completely on Your voice, the Dominance she so longed for in order to fight her ever-rising need to climax. Then, just as this girl thought You were going to order her to take it out, You added even more of what this one hates the most. You told this girl to open the bag again and retrieve the clothespins. she cringed and a wave of panic overcame her quickly. she calmed down, once again, attempting to control her own body. This one did as she was told and took the clothespins out, placing them on her already erect nipples. For an instant, while the first bite from the teeth of the clothespins clamped down hard on her sensitive nipped, she questioned her own sanity. she wondered why she had to push You, Master. You continued on with more lecturing, more of the same about her slavery and Your Dominance. she cringed as she heard the disappointment in Your voice. Suddenly, her discipline became clearly deserved and needed. It almost seemed asked for. she understood what she had done, how she had pushed her Master, and shame filled her now aching body. she craved to tell You that she was sorry, that she knew she had made a mistake. She longed to beg for forgiveness, but You would not allow her as You were not yet finished with Your slave’s discipline. You then ordered this girl to get the cuffs out of the bag. Again, her heart skipped as, she fumbled helplessly through Your pre-thought out bag. she wondered if You knew that this one would try and push You during O/our time apart. she wondered if You had anticipated her behavior, reading her mind even before she herself knew. Your slave found the cuffs and clumsily tried to balance herself while not allowing Your butt plug to fall out or clothespins to unlatch. Trying in vain over and over to do as You had instructed and roll on her side, she began to whimper. You heard her cry of helplessness and allowed her to remove the clothespins from each nipple. The pain shot through her body, though her wetness oozed from between her legs. She craved Your touch, and her body was so hot, she almost could not control it. You did that for her by denying her begging. Very strongly, You demanded that she not cum, and she ached even more. The fire propelled her on, and she continued to listen to Your voice. You then made her find and put on Your steel finger. Her slave heat enflamed her body, as she did was she was instructed and began to play with her clit. The coolness of the finger sent violent shutters throughout her body. she cried out for You to allow her to cum, but her begging was once again in vain. You denied her again. Instead, You told her of the details of Your own orgasm. she begged for it, but soon realized hearing Your voice only made it worse. she felt even pulse and throb of You as her butt was probed by the anal vibrator. her heat grew ever hotter as she listened, hanging on Your ever word. The details and sounds of Your climax almost pushed her over the edge. she fought to control herself, and she continued to beg for release. With tears almost rolling down her face, You instructed her to prepare to cuff her wrists behind her back. Then, You informed her that You were going to hang up and this girl was to stay in that position for 15 more minutes afterwards. Anger tried to engulf her, but her slave heat now had too much control over her body as well as her mind. She wanted to be mad because You had gotten Your release and would not allow her any, but she quickly remembered that she was being punished. Through her sighs, she said goodnight. Completely submitted, she laid on her bed. Thoughts of You filling her mind as her heart slowly calmed and her breathing gently steadied. She thought about being close to You. She could smell Your sent and feel Your warmth. The time passed slowly, though she was content laying alone, bound and helpless. After the minutes were up, she waited one extra one just for good measure, and then carefully unclasped the cuffs. Gently, she allowed the anal vibrator to slowly slide out of her ass. The feeling in itself sent shutters through her body again, and though she wanted to arouse herself again, she refrained. You filled each thought she had as she fell off to sleep, dreaming of only You, Master.