| Straight: BDSM: A Meeting with my Cyber Owner (1/5) |
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Sitting in the living room, wind is whistling through the screens and shutters. It's freezing. I’ve got my Christmas tree on to admire the lights and it also provides warmth. Beautiful to reflect upon and relaxing as I sit by myself before the children wake. Enjoying a mug of hot cocoa. I hear the red bells on my front door gently rapping when the wind gusts. The wind isn't whipping right now though, and it sounds repetitive. Slight rumble of the door. Starting to wonder what's going on and getting frightened. The knob starts to turn; I immediately rise to my feet and have to head right in front of it to go up to my phone I left upstairs. I spring on the first step and I am grabbed and my mouth is covered. My concern is reaching the second floor. Period. Then I hear the voice of my master whisper that I should not be afraid, so long as I submit. I am relieved that it is you and feel like I'm going to collapse because I was so terrified. Fortunately I have a good owner and you pick me off the steps and bring me back to the living room. I begin to spit out questions and you reach your hand across my mouth and hold my face firmly. You grab my hair while spinning me and pull me back against you. "Did I give you permission to speak?" you ask. I try to shake my head no, but your grip is too tight and I know it's of no use. You say, "Did I not request you to get dressed this morning?" I know better than to reply. "Where is the toy I told you to get?" I remain silent and still. You command me to answer. I try, but your hand has muffled me. You remove it. " I figured you were joking and I was just zoning..." Your hand flies back up to my mouth and you pull my hair hard this time. My neck bends back and you look at me and tell me that I must be punished for disobeying. I try to speak but it is useless. I have several rolls of wired ribbon on the entertainment center that I've used for crafts. You pull me by my waist and my hair over to it and grab a roll. You needn't tell me to remain still. I know that if I move my punishment will be more severe. You begin to bind my wrists behind my back. I'm becoming a bit fearful because I feel the loss of control. You push me to the floor and I become even more scared. I have made you unhappy, and I know that my job is to pleasure you and obey at all times. You order me to lie on my belly and you tie my ankles with the ribbon. I feel like such a fool. Afraid, yet I feel my kitten begin to purr. You pick me up and set me against the entertainment center. I look up and you grab my hair and pull hard towards the floor. "You know better my slave. You are making the punishment more severe with each indiscretion." I know not too |
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Cellar,
