Sophia had had enough of Milord working late nights, out-of-town trips, and missed maintenance. She'd sent Micah a text reminding him that he had promised to be home on time. She had a surprise for him.

That afternoon, Sophia spent her time organizing the DM room. She stocked the mini fridge with water, snacks, peeled ginger resting and fermenting in a plastic bag, ice cubes refilled, and even the ice-filled dildo resting in the freezer section.

On one table, she artistically arranged silk ropes, a blindfold, several scarves, and two sets of cuffs (one metal and one soft suede) for both ankles and wrists. On another table, she set out some of Milord's newest implements and toys.

By 5:00, her body was prepared: showered, shaved, and completely clean both inside and out. By 5:30, she was in place, nude, standing in the far corner of the DM room, which was all aglow with twenty candles - fifteen led, and five low-temp scented wax. Milord was due home at 5:45.

Micah had intentionally not put a clock in the DM room, so Sophia had no real idea how long she had been standing in place. After what seemed an interminable length of time, though, she heard the door open. He said nothing when he walked into the room. He just ran a hand over her ass and began to pinch her soft flesh. He gently kicked her bare feet apart so that she was spread wide and pinched her labia tightly with his strong fingers.

"So," he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and sweet. "You think I can be manipulated into attending to you?"

"No, Milord!" Sophia answered, my voice shaking, "No! I just wanted to prepare everything for you and then beg for a maintenance session. I swear!"

"Shhhhhh. It's all right, Sophia. I deserve to be manipulated. I'm behind on my attendance to you, my beautiful submissive."

She sighed with relief.

"However," he went on, "why did you feel the need to decide which toys I'll use?"

"No, Milord! You misunderstand. I just wanted to offer those implements to you for your choosing since I know some of them are your favorites. Of course, I'll accept anything you choose!"

He released her labia and slapped her pussy. Hard. She yelped and lay her forehead against the wall, causing her ass to stick out farther.

"Hands on the wall, love, back flat, keep those feet wide apart. That's it. I'm going to guess you've left some surprises in the fridge?"

"Yes, Milord."

She heard him rummaging about and then returned. Without preamble, he inserted the ginger fig. She'd cut slits into the side of it so that more of the ginger juice could seep out. The burn began immediately. Nonetheless, she remained still and silent.

She heard the swish just in time to brace herself. Still, when the thin cane struck her sit spot, she cried out. Six strokes later, and tears were running down her face. He ran his hand over the raised welts and murmured, "Beautiful."

Next, he placed the vacuum cups on my nipples, making sure they were tight enough to withstand a bit of swaying.

"How's that fig?" he asked.

"Burning like hellfire, Milord."

He laughed, then began to paddle her striped ass with the leather paddle. He paused after the tenth stroke, spreading my wet labia and pressing three fingers inside of my slick tunnel. She gasped and began to beg him to let her come.

"Certainly not! Not yet, anyway. This is punishment for your insinuation that I was neglecting you. This is punishment for telling me 'No" twice tonight. You know better than to use that word, don't you?"

"Yes, Milord!" she gasped, desperately trying to control the urge to orgasm.

He pulled his fingers from her wanting body. He removed the vacuums from her swollen and red nipples. Then, resumed his paddling. After twenty more blows, she was sobbing. Not from pain, but from the effort to keep herself from coming. Much more of this, and she would break. Luckily, he stopped.

"Turn around, back against the wall, feet wide apart, and hands on your head."

Naturally, she obeyed. He went over to the toy table and selected the metal nipple clips and something else. He attached the clips, and she whimpered. Those suckers HURT!!! Still, she was far too well-trained to break position.

She absolutely WANTED this!!

He had also grabbed a handful of clothespins. From his pants pocket, he pulled out a thin silken rope. Sophia began to pant as he pinched a bit of side boob and clipped it along with a bit of the rope. He continued down her ribs to her lower belly and finally added two pins to her left labia. Then, he repeated the process with the right side of my body.

He pinched her clit and softly said, "I know you've felt neglected lately, love, but what you didn't know was that I, too, had plans for tonight. I had planned on fucking your ass, filling it with my cum, then plugging it. I was going to have you put on a dress so I could take you out to dinner. After that, I planned on ravishing you again once we got home, this time in your pussy, leaving that plug inside of you."

Sophia moaned with despair. How could she have misjudged him!

"Now, you've forced my hand. Can't say I'm disappointed, but you obviously need a lesson in patience. Therefore, no coming until I give permission. No begging to come. No saying 'No'. Only use your safeword. For. The. Next. Seven. Days."

Now the tears really began to fall. "Yes, Milord."

He pulled the left silken rope. All the clothespins flew from her body. Before she could even grasp, he unzipped the right side. She screamed, but somehow remained in position. He tightened his grip on her clit. She came, screaming her apology.

He grinned at his submissive when she came back to earth and said, "Make that fourteen days."

Sophia nodded her acceptance.

"On the bed, kneeling."

She scurried to obey. She heard him rustling about, then felt a slight breeze as he swung the switches. By the time he finished, her ass was on fire, her asshole was on fire, and her nipples, still viciously pinched, were on fire. Milord was panting when he removed the nipple clamps. She screamed again, thanking him for his attention and mercy. He removed the fig only to replace it with a large, metal, vibrating plug.

"On your back, spread eagle. Use only your mouth."

She quickly obeyed and watched as he stripped out of his clothing and knelt over her face. She opened her mouth wide as he slid his cock down my throat. She gagged, and he paused, allowing time for her to accommodate his girth. Soon, he was fucking her mouth, balls deep. Sophia clawed at the sheets, desperately trying to obey his edict to use only her mouth. Oh, how she wanted to cradle his balls!!

Her jaw was aching terribly when he suddenly pulled out and sprayed his cum across her face. She kept her mouth open, hoping to catch a few drops of his sweetness.

Panting, he stood. He looked down at me, grinning. "Good. Now, I need a snack. You stay right like that, Soph."

Milord fixed himself a small charcuterie plate, then fed her bits. Sophia was still not allowed to move.

"I was serious when I said I had plans for tonight, Soph. No problem, though, we'll go out to dinner tomorrow. Of course, your ass will be filled with cum and a plug, and you won't be wearing underclothing of any kind," he said companionably. "You won't mind, will you?"

"Of course not, Milord," she answered dreamily. "In fact, I'll enjoy it."

He chuckled and continued. "Good. Because you need to prepare yourself for the next two weeks. So far, you are under orgasm restriction, a slight word restriction, and did I mention I plan on keeping that ass of yours filled with one thing or another for about ten hours a day? Minimum?"

"N....um.... You did not mention that, Milord. But, I'm happy to comply."

His eyebrows raised, and he laughed outright. "Well done on not saying 'No'!" He set the empty plate on top of the fridge and held out his hand. "Come. Time for the pillory."

Sophia paled, but took his hand as he led her to the pillory. She could have said her safeword, but she said nothing as he lowered the top bar over her neck and wrists. He'd chosen a heavy flogger and went to work with gusto. Soon, she was struggling to stay on her feet, so enthralled was she with each kiss of the falls.

In silence, he continued to flog her back, thighs, calves, and ass, creating a painting of welts and shades of red. She would be tender for days, and she relished each lash. By the time he finished, Sophia was trembling with need. He turned on the vibrating plug inside of her, warned her not to come, and took up the lash again. It was all too much. Again, she lost control and screamed his name as she succumbed to the sensations and came. When she came back to herself, the heavy bar on my neck had been raised.

"Face me."

She stood and looked at him, blushing and humiliated by her lack of control. "On your knees and thank me."

She dropped to her knees and looked up at him. "You may use your hands, but keep your eyes on me."

Grateful, she cradled his balls and covered his cock with her mouth. She slowly moved her head down until her lips touched the top of his ball sack, then moved back up. Over and over again, she attended to his cock. She desperately wanted to make sure he understood the depth of her gratitude.

"Good. Now. Face on the floor, ass in the air. NOW."

Sophia hurried to obey. He spun the plug and slowly removed it. He replaced the hard metal with his hard, wet flesh. He grabbed a handful of hair close to the scalp and pulled back. Leaning over her, he whispered, "Twenty one days now, love. I'm adding seven days for every time you come without permission. You will NOT be receiving permission today."

She moaned and answered, "I understand, Milord. Thank you."

Eventually, he came, filling her with his come. Sophia sobbed and blubbered, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you" when she felt the hot cream spurt inside of her bowels, her face sticky from his dried cum.

After, he curled up next to his properly humbled wife on the floor for a while, just holding her tight. After about half an hour, Micah helped her up and washed her entire body before attending to himself.

"Oh, I got you something," he casually said.

Her heart sped up.

"Stand here, legs splayed a bit. That's right. You see, this is a chastity belt of sorts. I can add this plug and then insert it into either hole. You'll be wearing the belt for the next twenty-one days, Sophia. For at least ten hours, was it? Yes. Ten hours a day, this plug will be in your ass. When it comes out, you'll clean it and lubricate yourself. You'll come in here and kneel, face down, ass up on the bed."

She watched in silent fascination as he locked the belt into place and held the plug up so she could see it clearly. It was a lightweight chain belt with a matching chain that would fit between her legs, virtually invisible beneath clothing. There were two larger loops where the plug and dildo could be slipped through. Once this was locked into place, she'd be unable to remove any part of it without the key.

"You'll stay in that position until I come in. I'll fuck your ass and come in it. Just because you are restricted from coming doesn't mean I am, right?"

"Yes, Milord."

"Right. I might let you come. I might not. That will be a spur-of-the-moment decision. After, I'll either reinsert the plug into your ass or into your neglected pussy, or maybe I'll leave both open for a time. For the next three weeks."

Sophia grinned, feeling her nipples harden, and answered, "Yes, Milord. You will."

He slipped the plug into place, then pressed it upward into her pussy.

"There. I think your ass needs a bit of a break. Now, how about we go downstairs? I'll order pizza."

She giggled and said, "That sounds absolutely lovely, Milord. Thank you."

"Oh, my love. You are most welcome. And by the way, this was a punishment. Tomorrow, please present yourself in my office at precisely 6:00 p.m. for your maintenance."

"Happily, Milord. Happily."