ONE FREAKING DAY after agreeing to my new 2023 rules (Rule 5 was to keep off twitter and tiktok) I broke it. Of course, Milord would never have known if I hadn’t confessed, but where’s the fun or challenge of having rules if there’s no consequence. Besides, I really do want to stop using those sites!
First, Milord laughed and told me that he knew that would be the first broken rule and that he had prepared for it. He told me to hold out my hands, palms flat, which I did. He then opened a smallish bag and pulled out a pair of lace gloves which he slipped onto my hands.
“You will wear these gloves for the next 24 hours. You may remove them only to bathe, wash dishes, or use the bathroom and wash your hands after. I’m also confiscating your laptop for 24 hours,” he explained.
The gloves were pretty, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to use my phone while I had them on. Besides, Milord had deleted the apps from my phone.
“But. . .” I began.
He held up one finger. “If I need you, I’ll call you on the landline.”
I’d actually forgotten we still had that!
I sighed, but agreed. This was fair. After all, I could just redownload them to the phone or use my laptop for access, but not now.
I thought for half a second that this would be the sum total of my punishment. Then I looked up at his frowny, dom face and paled.
“I’m going to be hard on you. Your addiction has become a problem for both of us, so you and I both know that if I go light on you, you’ll be right back at it. Into the DM room. Remove the thin came from the cupboard, get on your hands and knees on the bed and wait,” he ordered.
I nodded my acceptance. First I took off my clothes outside of the room, folded them, and placed them on the floor. Shaking, I retrieved the cane, lay it across the foot of the bed, and got into position. He took his time coming into the room. I heard him unzip his pants, but I didn’t turn around. I was already in enough trouble!
“Face on the bed and spread your cheeks.”
I obeyed and felt very cold lube being inserted into my ass. Next came his cock, slowly stretching me to accommodate him. I moaned and pushed back, which earned me a hard slap on the ass.
“You will not move. You will not come. You will not touch me or yourself. This is for me, not you. If you behave, I might let you come tomorrow.”
OMG! Milord rarely controls my orgasms and I was terrible at this! Especially with him in my ass!
His fingers dug into my hips as he began to fuck me. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood and I grasped the sheets. He fucked me hard and fast, obviously needing to release before beginning my real punishment. As he fucked me, he moved his hands to my sides and scratched. It had been ages since he’d done that and I LOVED it! It took only a minute before he emptied himself inside of me. Unfortunately, feeling his hot stream splashing, I came before I even knew I was close!
I was crying now, knowing he’d follow through with his threat.
“Well,” he said as I heard him zip up again, “guess we’ll have to try this again tomorrow to see if you can control yourself any better.”
Control! That was why he was doing this. I needed to control my screen time as well!
As he hadn’t asked a questions, I kept my mouth shut. I heard the swishing of the cane and tensed. He didn’t give me a number to count or set a timer, so I had no idea how long this would continue. With precision, Milord began marking my ass. He waited between each stripe, making sure I felt the full impact of each before administering another. Being on my hands and knees kept me from reaching back to rub my stinging behind.
I expected him to scold me as he dealt out my punishment, but he didn’t. His silence was an added layer to my humiliation. I began to cry early in the ordeal and continued to sob until he finished.
“Well done,” he murmured and took me in his arms. He kissed me, hugged me, and snuggled me until my sobbing and shaking had stopped. Then, he tucked me into bed and said, “Nap here for a bit. After you wake up, come on out, but no clothes. Not until you learn self control.”
“Does this mean we’re doing everything again tomorrow?” I asked, terrified for my well marked ass.
“No, not everything,” he admitted, “only the control part. I’m going to scratch your skin again, lightly, while I fuck your ass. If you don’t come, if you can control yourself, that will be it. But if you do, like you did today, we’ll try again the next day, and the next, until you get it right.”
I sighed, relieved that I wouldn’t be caned again. As it was now, my ass would be tender for days! “I understand, Milord, and thank you.”
The next day I damned near bit my tongue off, but I managed to control myself. Tomorrow, Milord has promised he’ll let me come!