Nothing stirred in the room, no noise, not even the air moved. And yet, a tension hovered in the room and anyone looking would wonder what had or was about to transpire in the room. Laid out neatly on a towel was an array of things. A huge kitchen knife, its silver blade glinting in the light, a bowl overflowing with clothespins sat nearby, beside that lay a simple round hairbrush, all harmless things found in most households. But there were more, things much less commonly found in a suburban house. A huge black buttplug the size of a woman’s fist, a coil of rope, an untidy pile of black metal binder clips and other things few would recognize..
However, what would first capture someone’s eye would not be any of those things, shocking and surprising though they may be. No, it would be the woman kneeling perfectly still, completely and utterly naked. The only movement was the slow rise and fall of her chest and the tiny puff of mist that escaped as she breathed the cold air. Few would notice the steady drip from her engorged cunt that was falling onto the spreading dark spot on the carpet beneath her.
One would of course wonder what on earth that stunning woman was doing kneeling like that, naked in that cold basement, but the other two witnesses to that scene had absolutely no doubts whatsoever.
She had failed him.
Such a simple statement but so full of meaning. He had failed to inspire obedience from her. She had failed to obey. He had not been pleased. She had not pleased him. She needed to be perfect. He had failed to anticipate her difficulties. So many intertwined and interconnected emotions and reactions.
But she had never failed him and never would. This was the lesson he was striving to teach her and this was the lesson she was so desperately trying to learn.
What IS failure. Asking someone to fly and they can’t? Is that failure? Would getting on a plane fulfill that order or make a mockery of it? If instructions are not clear or if some calamity great or small was avoided by disobedience, it is disobedience or is it the very core of obedience?
Her owner, yes, he was very much that as improbable as that sounds, knew in her soul she would do whatever he wanted and in fact needed to do so. Her open wet cunt told him that. But she was a perfectionist and still, despite his training and teaching, took it upon herself and away from him the role of judge, jury, and executioner.
He had hurt her to the point where she could only see white hot stars, not even see them exactly, be them, to be lost without thought in pain. And yet, the real pain, the real punishment, she doled out herself to herself.
Tonight he would have no more of it. Thus the punishment was in fact a reward of sorts. He was going to teach her that obedience comes in many forms and that “yes” was not always obedience and that “no” was sometimes the very height of it.
He of course had watched her lay out those objects, had in fact told her what to lay out in the first place. He had smiled to himself as she lay them out “just so” in some form that represented perfection to her.. It was one of many things he loved about her. Every movement, every action was thought out and examined for “perfection”.
But.
Where he saw joy in her striving to be perfect for him, he did not see opportunities for failure but oh did she. Even if it was the last thing he did he was going to teach her to find joy in searching for perfection but strip away the negative thoughts and punishments she doled out so freely to herself when she didn’t achieve what she felt was that perfection.
Which was why she was being still, in her mind of course the order was “perfectly still” but she wasn’t and couldn’t be perfectly still, her chest needed to move as she breathed, she needed to shift her weight at times to avoid cramping. He waited, knowing her doubts were building, her inner voice donning the hood of executioner to cry aloud “YOU FAILURE” and just before she let the axe fall in that cold room of silence.
His voice broke the silence and uttered just one word, deep and raspy was his voice but clear and firm.
“I SEE PERFECTION WOMAN”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o7eqph/perfection_a_lesson_in_submission_m4fbdsm