“You will not use the word ‘no’ today. Naturally, feel free to use your safeword, but find another phrase or word for ‘no’. Never Say No

“yes, milord.”

“Well done. Now, put on a sundress and sandals. We’re going shopping.”

“Right this way, ma’am,” the salesperson of the exclusive dress shop said. “Micah has already chosen several dresses for you to try on.”

“Do you like this one?” the saleslady asked.

no, not really

The saleslady grinned wickedly. “One,’ she murmured.

With her help, I tried on the dress. It was horribly revealing and if I moved much, I knew my nipples and possibly more would be exposed. Blushing furiously, I walked out into the reception room for Milord’s approval.

“Perfect. I knew I’d like that one best. We’ll take it. Count?”

“One,” the salesperson answered.

One by one I tried on the dresses, not using the forbidden word again. Milord approved of all but one dress then had me put on the first again.

“You will wear this today.”

“But Milord. . .”

He looked and me and raised an eyebrow. Luckily, the store had an underground, private parking garage so no one saw me when we went to the car.

“Would you like to go to my brother’s place?”

“N. . . I mean, I’d prefer not to,” I admitted.

He laughed and said, “You didn’t use the forbidden word, but you came close. Did I mention that for every time you use that word, you’ll be awarded three stripes with a cane? I guess since you just said the first initial, that only counts for one. That means four stripes so far. Are you safewording out of going to visit my brother?”

I thought a moment. Brother-in-law, or as I am allowed to say, Bil, has a fierce hand for discipline, a cock that is slightly shorter but slightly wider than Milord’s, and loves bondage almost as much as I do. I gulped then shook my head.

“Use your words.”

“I will do as you desire, Milord.”

He laughed again and congratulated me on my choice of words.

We stepped into Bil’s mansion where his wife wore only ribbons tied around her breasts and a skirt of sorts made of ribbons looped about a belt on her waist. She and I made eye contact and she winked.

Milord asked, “Today’s challenge?”

“Sheila is on total voice restriction. No words, no vocalizations at all. Consequences include gagging and clothespins. Sophia?”

“She is not allowed to use the word ‘no’.”

“You’re too easy on her,” Bil stated as Sheila set up tea on an occasional table. “She needs a stronger challenge.”

I opened my mouth to interject just as Milord said, “You’re right. Soph, no negative words. That will included no, not, never, nothing, or any other negative that begins with n. Same consequences.”

I paled. I can barely stop myself from saying the no word, let alone all of the negative n’s!

We sat, sipped our tea, nibbled on cake, and the men chatted. Bil looked at me and asked, “Would you like more tea?”

Having gotten lost in the easy conversation, I answered, “No, thank you.”

He grinned. Milord grinned.

“That makes seven stripes,” Milord calmly stated.

Sheila gave me a sympathetic look. So far, she hadn’t opened her mouth once.

I shifted and, just as I feared, one of my breasts became totally exposed. I looked up at Milord and asked, “May I fix my dress?”

“Absolutely not,” he replied. “Sheila, do you like Sophia’s new dress?”

The woman nodded enthusiastically.

“Sophia, would you like to exchange outfits with Sheila?” Bil asked.

My eyes widened with horror. I hated being exposed so blatantly, but I adored Milord forcing me to do so in safe environments.

“I would prefer to wear my own dress, Bil,” I answered.

He and Milord exchanged a look. “Well said,” Milord stated. “I have a question for you, though. So far today, you have seven stripes coming. Would you prefer all of your stripes for the day at once, this evening, or to receive them a few at a time throughout the rest of the afternoon and evening? Your restriction goes until after dinner.”

I thought a moment. All at once would be painful and the anticipation would kill me. Throughout the day meant I’d have time to recover in between sessions. Plus, I’d be able to enjoy the feeling and endorphins several times.

“A few times throughout the day, Milord.”

He grinned. “In that case, prepare yourself. Sheila, would you assist her to the table?”

I thought I’d faint. All punishments must be given when I am nude. Sheila walked me into the dinning room where she helped me remove the dress and then lie flat on their dinning room table, arms stretched in front of me. I was left there when she went to get the husbands.

“Bil? Do the honors?” I heard Milord say.