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1.
When my Mistress finally appeared after what seemed like hours, but may have only been a few minutes, my heart pounded as Her footsteps approached. It wasn’t that I feared the punishment — I wanted to atone for what I had done. What worried me was that I might not be able to.
As she approached me I still couldn’t look at Her. Finally she lifted my chin with Her hand and I had no choice but to stare into those steely, probing eyes. “I want you to think about what you’ve done,” she said. “Jealousy is one thing. It’s not attractive, but it’s unavoidable sometimes. But to throw a temper tantrum….” she shook Her head sadly. “Like some toddler….”
I didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry” didn’t seem like enough now. I felt like something was expected of me, but I didn’t know what it was.
Walking around behind the platform, my Mistress picked up a metal restraint that was attached to the wall by a long chain. Extending the chain as she went, she came over to where I was sitting and clicked the restraint onto my right ankle. Then she turned onto her heel and was gone without a word.
2.
There is no day or night in the dungeon, no windows to look out of; I quickly lost all sense of time.
The worst of it was Ağrı Escort imagining what Sukhi and my Mistress were doing upstairs without me. It was only later that I learned that my Mistress had sent Sukhi home shortly after chaining me up — my little outburst had ruined the mood for her.
As time passed I cycled through anxiety, boredom, despair, and hope. I mentally reviewed pretty much every decision I’ve made in my life and found many of them wanting. Finally I decided that I was not going to be released anytime soon and might as well settle in for the night.
There’s a little half-bathroom down here and fortunately the chain is long enough to let me get to it. I found a blanket in there that I draped over myself as I lay on the platform trying to sleep. For a long time I thought I was going to be awake forever, but I must have drifted off at some point, because when I got up to pee I found a bowl on the floor with some scraps of meat in it.
If my Mistress had been there I gladly would have gotten down on my hands and knees and eaten like a dog — it was no less than I deserved, I knew. But instead I picked up the bowl and gorged myself like a ravenous beast, suddenly realizing that I was starving.
By Ağrı Escort Bayan that time all my emotions had quieted down into a kind of resignation. Sooner or later, I knew, I would be released from this limbo and learn my fate — and maybe I would be a better person for it.
3.
Finally I heard the door open and footsteps on the stairs. Two sets of footsteps, my Mistress followed by Sukhi, whose eyes were wide as she beheld the dungeon for the first time.
I had been laying face-down on the platform in a kind of twilight consciousness. Next thing I knew my wrists were being clicked into the built-in restraints. I closed my eyes, relieved that whatever was going to happen was finally happening. Anything I might have to endure would be better than this endless waiting.
Then I heard Sukhi’s voice, sounding shaky and hesitant. “I don’t know,” she said. I opened my eyes and craned my neck to get a look at her. She was holding a black leather strap, a skeptical look on her face. This was all new to her, I realized. I smiled wanly; her innocence was kind of sweet.
“She wants you to,” my Mistress said. “Don’t you, Sam?”
“Yes, I want it,” I found myself saying, and I meant it. “I need it.”
“Well….” Escort Ağrı said Sukhi, and I could see it dawn on her: This might be fun. A few seconds later I felt the sting of the leather on my rear end.
Sukhi was tentative at first, but after a while she started to get into it. The strap bit into my thighs, my butt, my back; somehow it was all the more painful for being clumsy, and all the more humiliating to be punished by someone my own age. For my Mistress to discipline me felt entirely natural; this was different.
It seemed to go on and on. When it was finally over I had tears in my eyes, which my Mistress cleaned away without comment as she unshackled me. She stood me up and gave me a few seconds to shake out my limbs; then she pushed me down onto my knees and clipped a leash into my collar. She turned and headed for the stairs; I followed on hands and knees, with Sukhi trailing along behind.
What followed was quite possibly the best sex I’ve ever had. Intense, passionate, tender, nasty… spiritual even. As I write this, a day later, I’m still tingling. And when it was over and Sukhi had gone home, my Mistress sat me down and told me that she loved me and that I never needed to worry. Sukhi is a fun plaything, she said, but I’m the girl for Her.
I don’t think I’ve ever cried the way I did after that. Tears of joy, fountains of them, till my whole face was wet. For a while my Mistress held me close and wiped my eyes; then she just gave up and let the drops flow.
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