I have just finished putting Master’s dinner on the table as he walks through the door. I get on my knees, head bowed in proper position.

“Go to the Punisher,” He commands.

My mind screams, “No! Anything but that!” But I hear myself say, “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” and move quickly knowing He is angry and any hesitation would bring more pain.

The Punisher was a custom built chair with a 9” dildo built into it. I had to impale myself on it and was blindfolded and restrained. The Punisher was also hydraulic and remotely operated. Master could control how fast or slow, high or low it thrust into me.

Once I am restrained, Master asks me, “Do you know why you’re being punished, slave?”

My mind is racing, could He know I went shopping instead of staying in the house as He commanded? NO, I was too cautious. He couldn’t possibly know.

“No, Master,” I say.

“Well now you have time to think about it, don’t you, bitch??”

I hear Him moving around the house then settling down to eat His dinner. I want to cry, I’d wanted tonight to be special for Master and somehow it went terribly wrong. I hear him push away from the table and come towards me. He grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back.

“Now do you know why you’re being punished?”

“No, Master, I’m sorry, Master,” I say.

“Why do you continue to resist confessing?” He demands.

“Nothing to confess, Master. I do what I am told to keep Master happy, Sir.” He lets me go and walks away in disgust. 

I hear Him move toward the bedroom. OH NO, He will surely know I left the house now. It seems like an eternity before He returns.

“Do you still resist the truth, my pet?” He’s calmed down thank heavens.

“No, Master.” My mouth goes dry with anticipation,

“May I have a drink of water, Master?” I hear Him go to the kitchen and bring back a glass of water.

“Why will you not confess, little one? They say confession is good for the soul, and after all, I own you and that is MY soul, is it not?”

“Yes, Master. It is your soul, Master.” I start to confess as the phone rings.

I panic. How did it ring? Who fixed the line? What was going on? I hear Master on the phone saying, “Sorry, she can not come to the phone, she’s a little tied up at the moment.” Master returns to me saying, “You were about to say something?”

I confess to everything, cutting the phone line, leaving the house, going shopping, but could not confess to what I purchased.

“May I ask a question, Master?”

He sighs heavily, “Yes, you may.” My Master is becoming angry again due to my refusal to tell him everything.

“How did you know, Master?” I am still in shock.

“I came home at lunchtime to surprise you, and you weren’t here. I thought maybe you went next door to the neighbors, but when I picked up the phone there was no dial tone. I had the phone line repaired this afternoon. I talked to the neighbor and they saw you cut the line. Why did you cut the line, slave?” Knowing I am beyond all help, I tell the truth.

“I am sorry, Master. I thought