I am not into labels. Especially, when it comes to BDSM.
How could our relationship be defined? Was it a mentorship? Were we friends? A BDSM family?
Who cares?
I just know that it was good, we still care about each other and we had fun.
Yesterday, we were chatting on WhatsApp. What else could we do if Covid keeps us apart?
I was explaining that, while I have never been interested in bondage in the past, I might be a bit more curious now.
He, of course, said: No way I would ever be tying you up for more than 5 minutes. That is tirying and boring.
And then, as it often happens when we talk, a souvenir of the past just popped up.
Me: Do you remember that day...?
Him: Of course I do, you bratty insolent slut.
It is interesting how little I remember about the reason for him to punish me like he did.
If I look back now, I think this was the hardest punishment I have ever faced as a submissive.
Let's imagine I was being extremely bratty. Easy to imagine for those who know me.
Let's also imagine he had been playing with me almost non stop for 2 days.
Let's imagine I said something really unrespectful while being spanked. I cannot remember the exact words but it probably went like this.
Me: Bah, it does not hurt. Would you like me to show you how to do it?
Him: You will cry
Me: Meh
(It does sound like me, doesn't it?)
I cannot remember but I am sure he does.
What I do remember very well is what happened after.
He dropped whatever he was using to spank me. He head to his bedroom.
Him: Come here.
Me: Nope.
Him: Now.
Me: I said no.
Him: Then, pick up your stuff and leave.
I followed him, still in a bratty mood. I was not happy at all.
He was sitting on his bed, calm.
Him: Kneel here.
I kneeled on the bed while looking at him, defiant.
Me: I am not scared.
Him: Sure.
Everything happened really quickly. He used a rope to tie my hands behind my back, then tie my hair to a suspension point on the ceiling.
It was not particularly painful.
I got disappointed.
Me: Oh, that is all you can do?
Him: You will be here until you sincerely apologise.
He put a clock in front of me and he left.
He literally left.
I would not embarrass myself explaining all the ugly things I said.
I soon noticed that what didn't seem very painful at the beginning was getting more painful with time.
The bed was not stable. Every little movement was followed by a (not that little) hair pulling. I started to feel pain in my hands.
But I was young, and stupid. I thought I could make him change his mind by becoming brattier, so I started yelling.
He did not come.
The clock was there and what was a light annoyance at the beginning, became real pain as the minutes passed.
However, physical pain was nothing compared to the pain my ego was suffering. I felt annoyed and angry but helpless.
I will not say how long it took for me to start threatening him.
Me: I want to go. This is not ok. Come here, untie me. I want to go home. I am serious.
He came and did sit on the bed.
Him: Are you sure that is what you want, little girl?
And then, at that very moment, he did break my armor. I started crying.
Me: No, Sir. I am sorry.
Him: But you are not sorry enough, are you?
Me: No, Sir.
Him: Ok.
And he left again.
I cried and cried and cried. But I did not call him. I continued crying. It was freeing.
After a while, he came back and kissed my forehead.
Him: Are you ready to apologise?
Me: Yes, Sir. I am sorry.
Him: Yes, you are.
He untied me.
I remained kneeled but bended my head down. I was exhausted. I was still whimpering and shaking.
He carefully touched my pussy with two fingers.
I was surprisingly wet.
He made me lick his two fingers and he said: You know what to do.
And I did, of course I did know.
I searched for his cock with my hands. He slapped me and said: "Tze, tze, tze, without hands lazy puppy." While he grabbed me by my hair.
I kneeled on the floor in front of him.
He took my face with his hands and spitted on it. I could feel how my pussy was leaking, my legs were wet.
He put his cock in my mouth while I was masturbating. I started moving my head slowly.
As usual, he firmly held my head and started fucking my mouth. No mercy.
I was so excited. I just wanted to have an orgasm. But I knew I was not allowed, not before he would cum.
Finally, I felt his flavor on the back of my throat and I swallowed as a good girl. He did sit down again and slapped my face, again and again. I begged him. He allowed me to cum.
A trascendent pleasure invaved my body. I started crying again.
He guided me to the bed and covered me with a blanket.
I slept on his bed that night. The first and last time I was allowed to sleep with him.
Yesterday, when I asked him "Do you remember that day...?" I could imagine a smile on his face. I smiled too. My Mentor, my friend, my family.
