tightening the collar
“Do you trust me, pet?” Sir asks while He holds the gag loosely in His hand. I barely squeak out a “yes” before He’s shoving it into my mouth.
And I instantly feel relaxed. I can’t speak. I can’t see. And I don’t have any choices.
- – -
I’m on a restrictive remote protocol until this contract expires. We’re renewing it again, that’s not a concern for either of us.
- back to telling him everything I eat and drink.
- morning tasklists for the day with times and addresses of where I am.
- no sweets. no junk food.
- emailing Him every time I exit and leave a building. Basically, enough information for Him to know where I am all the time.
- back to slave tasks to reinforce my status as pet and property.
Last night we had a quick and dirty scene. I just needed pain, and lots of it.
He tied my hands up above my head and blindfolded and gagged me. He clamped my nipples and caned me with the huge, thick wooden cane and the thin metal one. Just repeated swats. Over and over and over. Last night, I just didn’t think. My mind went completely blank. It was so freeing.
Sir used me very hard last night. I was sopping wet from the caning and the clamping. He loved taking the clamps off while He was using me, so I would thrash around in pain. He kept saying over and over how I have no choices, how I can’t fight or resist, how I’m property and a slut. Fuck. It was so good. I couldn’t come while being fucked, so He used the hitachi on me. Mmm.
I crave pain much more lately. I also crave breathplay. Sir was pinching my nose shut while I had the gag in and it was so fucking hot. Probably mildly unsafe, but so fucking arousing.
I think I’m growing as a bottom, if that makes sense. My pain tolerance is increasing and are my desires for breathplay and restrictive bondage. I don’t know if I would have wanted these things so much a few months ago. Hmm.
