[FF] Pathetic and Alone [bondage/degradation]

I’m cuffed to my bed. All of my limbs are spread as far as they can go, and I’m exposed for all the world to see. I’m blindfolded, and it’s been 5 minutes since my Domme tied me up and just… Walked away. I start to whine a bit, but I know all that will accomplish is an extension of my shunning. So, alone I lay. Exposed, restrained, and unable to see what will happen to me.

After a few more moments of tense silence, Mistress approaches. Without a word I feel the cold embrace of an ice cube on my nipple. I cry out, but I’m hushed by her hand. She says softly in my ear “make any more noises, and I’ll leave you like this; pathetic and alone.”

Immediately I have to restrain myself, as I feel the sharp pain of teeth gripping my nipple. She chuckles to herself as I squirm in silence. I’m slapped, tickled, everything my Domme can use at her disposal without additional toys until I eventually give in. After a couple minutes of this, I whimper just a little bit. I thought I had gotten away with it, until she relents. Without a word, she walks away. I’m left like I started, a trembling mess, tied up, and alone.

It’s been at least 10-20 minutes since Mistress left me all to myself. I’ve become accustomed to the silence, to the feeling of helplessly waiting for her to come back. My cries and pleas have long faded to distant whimpering. My mind is racing. I’m feeling guilt for making Mistress leave me be, shame for being so pathetic, and eagerness for the moment I’m sure she’ll come back. All of these thoughts and emotions flood my mind all at once.

It’s been 45 minutes at the very least and I want to hold on to hope, but I’m sure she’s gone to the store or is downstairs watching TV. I’m starting to feel the cruelty of her punishment, and not just the eroticism of being toyed with. I feel so cold and anxious.

I’m becoming more desperate again as time passes. I struggle against my restraints, I cry out for Mistress, I do everything I can to bring attention to myself. I want to feel the touch of her hands, or even her breath against my neck, anything at all. I feel phantom touches, little nervous reactions to what I desire most, and gasp at every sensation. It only drives me closer and closer to tears. I hear chuckling down the hall, and immediately clam up. I’m praying Mistress will show me mercy. She slinks into the room, lays a hand on my bare breast and whispers in my ear, “god you’re so pathetic. Do you really think you deserve my touch? My presence even? You must be insane if you think I’m “impressed”.” I whimper softly, before being met with Mistress’s heat on my face, and a hard slap to my left tit. “The only thing you deserve is to be my toy. You are an object, my plaything. Now lick, you stupid bitch.” I oblige, lapping at an increasing pace, changing up my movements every few seconds to keep her from getting too used to my desperate attempt at pleasing her. Every time I moaned or made any noise my tits were slapped as hard as she could. I was blindfolded, but I could feel her patience with me running thin, and her gaze pierced through the darkness of my blindfold.

After Mistress came, I felt her get up quickly. There was no post coital bliss, or even a moment to think. My face was soaked, my body was aching, I was spent. She didn’t say a word, or untie me. I’m left to lie here until she desires my tongue. I’m Mistress’s bitch, and I am pathetic.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qiboli/ff_pathetic_and_alone_bondagedegradation