Part 1:
I am in the middle of the living room waiting for my Master. I am nude and you can see the bumps ripple over my peach skin as the ceiling fan twirls around and around. My nipples are standing at attention while my knees are spread far apart. As I lay my palms face up and open on the top of my thighs, I can feel my arousal slowly creeping past my swollen lips. I am staring down at the sea of blue carpet and I want to cry.

Master said I was a bad girl and needed to learn that I can only come when he commands. Master left me 2 hours ago in this cold room, while the vibrator teased me minute after minute, second after second. My Master told me to remove the vibrator from my pussy when the batteries are dead. I place the dead batteries and overworkd vibrator between my knees and I wait. I inhale and exhale as I start to come down from my heightened state. I begin to slow my breathing; my stomach begins to knot. I tighten my muscles, though it does not help relieve the sensation to pee. As I squirm on my knees, waiting, my Master enters the room.

His head is held high, his shoulders are broad and chest is hard. OH NO! Does he know I came? Does he know I pinched my nipples? I look at him with adoring eyes and a smile, but I know not to speak until he speaks first. There is a faint smile on his lips as if he is laughing at me. He asks me, “Has my little slut learned her lesson?” I frown as a tear rolls down my cheek. I look down at the carpet ashamed I could not do as my Master commanded. I say in a whispered voice, “Master I am sorry, but I could not do it. I tried to breath like you taught me. I tried to control my sensations, but as the batteries began to die, the vibrator began to pulse in and out of life. I tried Master, really I did.” I close my eyes, because I do not deserve to look at my Master.

Master commands I look at him. I do not move, as I am afraid I have disappointed him. Master tells me again to look at him only his voice is softer. I slowly raise my eyes up his legs, over his chest, around his lips, finally locking in on his eyes. Master is looking at me, but does not say anything. I am staring into his gaze, hoping my next punishment is not the cane and suddenly he commands I stand.