“Yes, my Lord.” These were the only three words I was able to manage. The words I have been waiting a lifetime to say now hung in the atmosphere, lingering, echoing. Then silence. I remained kneeling, my eyes cast downward, awaiting his response. “We start tomorrow, then. Goodnight, Elle.” His voice cut through the silence. His tone remained even, offering no hint of emotion. With that, he stood up, kissed my forehead and left the room.
I remained there, in silence, thoughts buzzing through my head. My new life would begin tomorrow. What day of the week it was, I couldn’t tell you. The air was crisp and bitter outside, but within the confines of (think of name), it was always warm. This allowed for the continued nudity. While demanding, He was not cruel. Those he took under his wing, under his domination and guidance, would learn discipline, but were well cared for all the same. Pain alongside comfort. Pain as both pleasure and punishment. These things I would experience, shortly. My month stay here, prior to this transition, prepared me for my new role.
Lost in thought, I didn’t hear the door open. She began to run her fingers through my hair and immediately, I was aware of her presence. “You startled me. I’m surprised you found me in here”, I spoke softly. Laughing, she pulled me back into a seated position, my face towards hers. “I’ll always find you, dear. Let’s get you to bed. I have been waiting for this night since your arrival. Tonight, you’ll sleep with me”, her voice so gentle yet commanding, I began to stand up and follow her but she stopped me and demanded, “Kneel, Elle. You are to get up only once I allow it.” Reminded of my place, I crawled behind her, face down. The long corridor leading to her quarters was uncarpeted. The hardwood was uncomfortable on my knees, but I didn’t mind. I craved these nights by her side.
Finally reaching her bedroom, she directed me to the corner. Knowing what she expected, I immediately knelt down on the lush carpet, face planted on the ground, arms behind my back, bottom arched in the air. Gently, she probed my legs apart, until they were spread wide, offering no modesty. Time used to pass slow, agonizingly so. Now, I felt only solace as the minutes passed. She began rummaging around in her drawers, and placed something heavy across my back. She was kneeling behind me now, caressing me with her gentle hands. “Oh I missed you these past few nights. You’ve grown so beautiful in your submission. I’m going to plug your bottom. It’s bigger than what you’re used to, but you’ll take it well, I am sure”, she stated, gently yet confidently. Automatically, I clenched myself together, my body’s attempt at keeping the foreign object out. I took a deep breath. She began to insert the plug. The first part slid in with ease, but as she began to push further, i felt myself being stretched wider than before. I cried out in pain, my body clenching tighter now. She paused and immediately reigned down a series of slaps to my bare thighs. “Relax yourself” she demanded, her voice harsher this time. Another series of slaps, these harder. “Do not make me whip you into submission. We are past that now”, she coaxed. Breathing deeply, I arched my back further and allowed myself to relax despite the pain. With one last push, it was in. “Ah!”, I moaned loudly. The fullness was almost unbearable. “Good girl. You will thank me for these lessons soon enough. Your behavior is much improved after our last session. Did you complete the task I gave you?” Fuck. I forgot. “I’m so sorry… I forgot. I’ve been so distracted”, I apologized. “That’s no excuse here and you know that. This journaling task was for your reflection and growth, which you continue to hinder. I’m afraid tonights session will include quite a harsh punishment.” Her voice was critical and I could feel her disappointment. She wasnt wrong, though.
“Yes Ma’am” i replied woefully. She gathered implements, and placed them on the chair beside us. One after another, I counted 4. Picking up what was drapped across my back, she intructed me to bend over the edge of her bed, legs slightly spread, face down, bottom high, arms outstretched reaching across the bed. “I am going to strap your bottom, again, Elle. This is a large strap. Brace yourself and when you are ready, ask for your punishment”, her voice reassuring yet demanding I relaxed into the bed, preparing for what was to come.
(To be continued…)
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