Slippered

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My Master is making me write this story about my latest punishment. He says he will make me read it out loud at the next munch as a warning to all of the other slaves to behave and listen to their Masters.

He doesn’t punish me very often, partly because he thinks I like it. He said to tell the absolute truth in this, so I guess I have to admit that if it’s a spanking, I usually do like it. Sometimes when he spanks me, I like it a lot.

Oh, that makes me tingle just saying it. It is true. Sometimes I love being spanked. But Master has other punishments that I really don’t like at all. Sometimes, if I have been bad, he will make me take myself almost there and then make me stop. He will watch me squirm and listen to me plead to be allowed to cum. Then when I start to cool down, he makes me take myself back to the edge… again… and again… and again. I don’t like that.

Other times he will set up a video camera when he punishes me and then post it on line. I don’t like that either, even if it’s a spanking. When he does that, I am always either fully hooded or he makes sure that it doesn’t show my face. I don’t have any tattoos or birthmarks– at least not where anyone would see them– so I don’t have to worry about being identified if somebody sees the video. Not being publicly identified in a video or picture is one of the major things in our agreement.

The other major thing in our agreement is my safe word. My safe word is cauliflower. I hate cauliflower and would never just say it, so Master knows that if I say it, we have to stop and talk.

Master knows that I don’t like electrical things either. But if I have been very bad, he sometimes puts those little TENS pads on me in places I don’t want them. And if I have been especially bad, he uses anal and vaginal electrodes. That is pure punishment, but it isn’t unbearable and he only does it if I really deserve it. I’ve never used my safeword during those punishments.

I did scream out, “Cauliflower! Cauliflower! Cauliflower!” once when he used one of those big cattle prod-like things on me. He stopped and we talked about it. I told him that the big electric cattle prod wasn’t allowed in our relationship.

“What about the little one?” he asked, and zapped me right above my clit with something about the size of an electric toothbrush.

I yelped and then said very calmly, “Cauliflower, Cauliflower, Cauliflower.”

He shrugged and said, “OK, hunnybunny, I guess I can sell my prods to some other master.”

Then to make it up to me he made slow, sweet love to me and drove me higher and higher an higher until we both exploded together.

But I am supposed to be writing about what happened tonight.