With trembling hands, I unlocked the door to our condo. I knew She would be at work, but I had nowhere else to go.
Walking quickly to my room, I dropped my backpack, then stripped off the clothes I had left, and walked to my bathroom. Flicking on the light, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was in deep, deep trouble.
My pussy was shaved, which it hadn’t been when I left home. And written in black marker were the words “Nikki’s Cunt”. Quickly, I took a washcloth and soap, and tried to scrub it off, but all I did was to make it fade slightly. It would take days before I could get it off, days I didn’t have. That was the first, and perhaps, least of my transgressions.
Because I had let someone pick me up – at a coffee bar, no less! And I had stayed the night with her because she ordered me to. She was incredibly sexy, and our Domme/sub tendencies seemed to click right away. When she realized it, she immediately started pushing my buttons.
First, I had to remove my panties, and place them on the table. Then I had to unbutton my blouse, right there. All the way. Then I had to take off my bra. Right there. And place it on the table.
Then, when the server came with our order and he saw my bra and panties on the table, she told me, in a loud voice, to pick them up and put them in the bin with the rest of the trash. Which I did, blushing furiously. And feeling incredibly wet…
Then I had to accompany her home, walking upright with my blouse open, and without doing anything to cover my tits. My face was absolutely crimson the entire walk to her place.
And my ass matched that color shortly after.
It was a magical night – but one that I now seriously regretted. I knew I was going to regret it when it was happening, but I found myself powerless to say “no.”
So, I stayed out all night with a stranger – and hadn’t called or told my Mistress where I was. Nikki had ordered me to shut off my phone when she found out it would get me in big trouble. And though I was in anguish, I did as she commanded me.
Sighing, I dressed, and wandered into the kitchen, to get myself a glass of milk, and glanced at the calendar – and my blood froze.
Last night was the Munch! And I was supposed to be on display for Her.
Oh. My. Fucking. Lord. I was in serious shit.
I knew it wouldn’t get any better if I delayed, so I called Her, and started to explain where I had been, what I had allowed her to do to me, about the writing on my mound, and….
She cut me off, and told me to send a photo of my cunt to Her, then hung up.
My hand was shaking so hard, I had to try five times before I could get a decent image. Knowing it would probably result in me being kicked out on the street that night, I sent it to Her. I had badly disobeyed and humiliated Her. I had to face the consequences now, or else I had no chance of remaining Hers.
It seemed like hours before I heard from Her, but I knew exactly what She was doing. She was trying to calm down before calling me. I had seen Her do it before, and it is one of the reasons I worshiped Her as I do. She never disciplined in anger. She waited until She had thought things through before She acted.
Then my phone rang. My hand was shaking badly as I answered it.
“Do you want to remain Mine?” was the only thing she said.
“Please Mistress, I absolutely do, and…”
“Just answer my questions.”
“Yes, Mistress, please.”
There was a long pause.
“Are you willing to accept My punishment?”
I knew this was going to be bad, but had no choice but to say, “Yes, Mistress, with all my heart.”
There was another long pause, then I heard Her sigh, then say, “I will send you instructions. You are to follow them without the slightest deviation. Understood?”
“Yes, Mistress. It will be done.”
The line went dead.
I looked at the phone and noticed with detachment that my hand was shaking. Mistress was seriously pissed with me, and I would feel her wrath, even before she got home. Worse, she was absolutely right. My only solace was that she hadn’t just chucked me out. I knew then that she truly loved me. And that made it all worse, for I had seriously hurt her.
When the email came in, I quickly scanned it. Oh, fuck!
I read it again, more slowly, and if anything, it was worse. But I had no choice. I had fucked up, big time, I had wounded and embarrassed Her badly, and this was the only way I could ever crawl back into Her heart.
I didn’t have the luxury of even hesitating if I wanted Her to continue to own me. Whether I liked it or not – and I really did not – I had to do as She had ordered me.
I went into our bedroom, with Her big, king-sized bed, and my small, twin with the posts with anchors at the corners, and went to the toy chest. It was a chest of drawer with three drawers of dildos, nipple clamps, butt plugs, vibrators, ropes, chains, and virtually any other kind of sexual toy or implement you could imagine, most of them old, familiar friends.
I skipped all the usual ones, and looked in the top drawer for a small, white cardboard box, such as you might get from a jeweler with a pair of earrings. Finding it in a back corner, I opened it with shaking hands.
Inside was an eye bolt on the end of a metal screw. I put it back in the box, put the box on the bed, then stripped off everything I was wearing, including earrings, nail polish, my hair tie – anything I wasn’t born with came off. I was to be absolutely naked.
Next, I took my restraints, plus a specially marked, short length of heavy chain from the second drawer. And I found the largest butt plug in the collection, and added it, along with lube, to the pile.
Then I stripped all the sheets off of my twin bed and replaced them with a rubber sheet. I folded the cloth sheets into a big rectangle, and took them, the restraints, the chain, butt plug, lube, and the white box out into the entry way.
Kneeling down just inside the front door, I opened the box again, and with trembling hands took the eye, and carefully screwed it into the inset, matching screw hole. Now the eye stuck up just above the floor, about six feet inside the front door.
I placed the rectangularly folded sheets a little further inside from the eye, next to the eye bolt, but further away from the front door. Then I smoothed the sheets flat.
Next, I went into the kitchen, took the drinking glass, filled it to the brim with warm water, and drank it down without stopping, only pausing to swallow, then repeated the process with a second glass. I felt bloated, but I knew what was to come was worse.
I walked reluctantly back to the entry hall. I knew She could see me through the security camera, so I didn’t dare dawdle. I quickly, and with practiced motions, attached the restraints to my wrists and ankles, and the dog collar to my neck, snapping the locks closed around each one when it was firmly in place.
Now had I to stand on the sheets, facing the door, and with my head facing the eye bolt. I lubed up the butt plug, holding it up to the camera so she could see that it was the longest, fattest, and heaviest one we owned, then I turned it upright, and kneeled down over it, letting the weight of my body force the plug up my ass. I didn’t dare slow down, even though it hurt, and didn’t stop until it popped into my ass, secured by the bulge near the bottom. There was a frowning skull on the circle sticking out of my butt.
We had never used this plug before, and it both hurt, stretching my asshole wide, and made me feel uncomfortably stuffed, especially with all the water I had drunk. This was not like my usual butt plugs, which were there to tease and remind me of my bondage to Her will. This plug had one purpose: to humiliate and punish. Before today, She never had cause to use it.
Next, I clipped my ankle restraints together, then leaned forward, took the length of heavy chain, clipped one end to the eye bolt, and the other to my dog collar. I was now fastened so I couldn’t move my head more than about six inches off the floor.
Finally, I reached back, and with some difficulty, fastened my wrists to my ankles on each side.
I was now locked into a folded position, and could not move, on top of the sheets.
I tried to lay my forehead on the floor, but the eye bolt was directly below my chin, and I could not get comfortable. I could move slightly to one side or the other, but it put a strain on the muscles of my neck on one side or the other.
I found that all I could do was to shift position, to try to ease one set of muscles or another, but could not get comfortable.
There was nothing to do, nothing to see, nothing to hear, and I was stuck in a difficult, awkward, and ultimately painful position.
I do not know how long I waited for Her to come home. What I did know was the pressure of needing to pee kept increasing, yet I knew I was not allowed to pee under any circumstance.
I was intensely miserable, and it was getting worse with every passing second. Worse, it was boring, and there was nothing to distract me from my extreme discomfort.
By the time the front door opened, I was sweating, panting hard, and squeezing my sphincter muscles as tightly as I could. I heard Her heels on the floor outside the door, the key in the lock, then the door swung all the way open – and stayed open.
She walked around me, for I was blocking the entry, and stopped so that I could see Her shoes. I tried to move and lick Her shoes, but the chain brought me up short. I knew better than to say anything until She gave me permission, so I kept panting and grunting.