it started out so easily. Master gave me a little assignment. He knows i love to read porn and He knows i love to let me fingers do the walking. So i was to read three stories and send Him reviews. *grin* That sounded easy enough. i should have known better. There were three conditions... One while reading the first two... i could do no touching. After the end of the second one i could find release but during the reading of the third i was to touch and touch and touch.... and never find release...I was to have it all done in a timely fashion and have the work done before our next session...

my body over ruled my mind as He knew it would... i have a greedy little hole and well He knows it. Additionally, i chose poorly. Thinking i would have lots of time... i chose long stories. I wanted truly hot ones... ones to test my resolve... *grin* just as He knew i would. When the opportunity arose to met earlier than planned... i knew i was in trouble... the assignment was not completed and i had let my puss over rule my mind.... and i knew that He would ask... and i also knew that i would give Him the truth...

So when W/we met to session, i knew i would be disciplined but i didn't foresee the route it would take. See i am a slut to my body... and a slut to His will... so punishment and pleasure has a way of blurring in my mind. The harsher He is the deeper i go into my submission

Being tied down with my body open to Him... blind folded so i can't see what's coming... hands squeezing and prodding...fingers testing... Master's and the others who are tools of His will... taking me on a journey of discovery. Then it happened... i realized that the tools of Master were being given release. They took their pleasure while in my body, but i was being give just enough pleasure that i was living on the razors edge of release... but i was not to let it happen... i was to be left hanging... unfulfilled...see when your Master calls you an anticipation slut... then is this place just a place of never ending pleasure or a place of punishment. To spend hours wanting...*shiver*

That is why the next thing took away all doubt... see through it all... whether in moments of discipline or moments of extreme pleasure... one single thing showed through... Master took his release in me... the power of his seed was my reward...for being his slut in all things...only not this time.

I was forced through His will to watch as he took pleasure in another's body... i watched as lips that were not mine closed over His flesh. I met the eyes of the other as the taste that is Master became his... i felt the lunge of his body as Master took him... and i watched Masters face as pleasure took over and feeling became everything...all the while my wet cunt wept at the eroticism yet i felt envy and pain... and regret and resolve... there was no blurring of lines this time... no blurring between the lines of pleasure and pain... meeting the pleasure filled eyes of the other as he became the receptacle of Master's cum hurt...

that was the true punishment...