- So we started the new Fall/Winter rules and I’ve kept up with them. Nope. That’s a lie. I haven’t kept up with them at all! However, with stern corrections from Milord, I’m hoping to be better. Of course, the first rule I broke was keeping up with the daily Journal. We had decided that I would write about the night before and the day of by 4:00 p.m. then place the journal on Milord’s desk for him to read when he got home. Naturally, I forgot THE VERY FIRST DAY!
“Oops. I’m sorry. I’ll write it tomorrow,” I glibly stated.
“Office. Now.”
Oops was right! Before I knew it, Milord had me bent over his desk, skirt flipped up onto my back (no panties, of course!) and was paddling my ass with his belt. Five stripes in and I was tearing up (both on my face and between my legs!).
“You will sit down in my chair right now and write!”
I did. Milord sat in another chair and watched me. When I finished, I handed him the journal and waited.
“Do you mean this?” he asked softly.
I knew which part he had just read: “Milord gave me a harsh belt spanking for forgetting to write this. I’m so grateful he holds me accountable.”
“I do.”
He set the journal down and kissed me.
2. Two days later was Monday. Milord asked me before he left for work if I had completed my two enemas. No. I had done the one on Thursday, but had forgotten about the second.
“Looks like you’ll be doing an M&M one today then,” he decided.
“Oh, no, please. Those are awful!”
He raised his eyebrows and reminded me of how much I liked being held accountable. So, I’ve been cramping and cringing as my body deals with the Milk and Molasses enema. To make matters even worse, Milord came home early and was there to witness part of the evacuation! Once completed, though, he praised me and told me how proud he was of me. He was also allowing that to count as one of my enemas for the week.
3. “Micah! Dinner!” I called.
We ate dinner then, while doing dishes, Milord casually mentioned that I had used his name, not his title. I looked up at him, wide eyed and said, “Oh, Gosh. I did. I’m so sorry.”
“Do you expect me to let you go uncorrected?”
“Oh, absolutely not, Milord.”
He nodded, pleased, and ordered me to the DM room. I stripped before going in (I’m not allowed clothing in this room). I stood, back to the wall, until he came in. When he did, he was wearingly a pair of black lounge pants. “Open,” he commanded.
I opened my mouth. He inserted a plug. I closed my mouth over it.
“You are on voice restriction, Sophia. You will only speak to answer a question, ask a question, or use your safe word.”
I nodded my acceptance.
“For two days.”
OMG!!! I sighed and nodded again.
“Now, just because I feel like it, over to pillory, please.”
My eyes widened and I obeyed. Milord rarely employs this! Before being bound in the medieval device, Milord had me step into a pair of heels which served to lift my ass.
Using a soft flogger, he “whipped” my lady parts. He did this so lightly that it was more like soft fingers brushing against me. I moaned and wiggle from foot to foot, needing more.
“Can’t have your poor nipples feeling left out,” he crooned, as he attached small magnets to each side of my nipples.
He then removed the plug from my mouth and said, “Remember, strict voice restriction!”
Slowly, he inserted the plug. Then, he finger fucked me until I came all over his fingers. He held them up to my mouth, having me suck them clean.
He laughed and said, “That was fun. Now, it’s time to get serious.”
He lifted the neck bar and carried me to the bed.
“Hands and knees,” he ordered, his voice low with desire. Soon, he was inside of me, giving me as much pleasure as he was extracting from my body. He held me upright against his chest, pulled off the nipple clips, and released his orgasm deep inside my body. I cried out, my body trembling with pleasure. After, we lay in each other arms, both satisfied and happy.
“Remember, voice restriction.”
I almost said, ‘I know’, but instead, I simply nodded.
“Good,” he sighed and pulled me closer. “That plug looks comfortable enough. I’ll keep it in you until the morning. It will be, I’m sure, quite uncomfortable to sit with that in. Still, you don’t mind sleeping with it, do you?”
A QUESTION! I COULD ANSWER!
“No, Milord, I don’t mind in the slightest.”
And I didn’t.
LEARNING
The next morning, Milord removed the plug before making loving to me again. I came twice, him once, filling my body with what it most craves, before he left for work.
A few hours later, I realized I needed to hit the grocery story if I wanted to make a stew for tonight’s dinner. Since it was very chilly out, I grabbed a pair of jeans. Remembering out new rule, though, I texted Milord for permission before putting them on.
His reply: go ahead, love. Don’t forget to plug yourself, though. Also, put on a corset before you leave. When I get back home, that’s all I expect you to be wearing.
Putting the plug in first, then the jeans, then the corset with a flowy top over it, I did my errand. I got the stew going, swept the floors, and then went upstairs to get ready for Milord. Just as I was coming down the stairs wearing only the corset, Milord came in – two hours early!
I grinned, seeing sparkling humor in his eyes.
“Okay,” he said, laughing a bit, “you caught me. I was hoping to catch you with the jeans still on so I could spank you again.”
I raised my eyebrows, remembering I was still on voice restriction. He took me in his arms, kissed me, then looked down at me before saying, “Catching on to the new rules?”
I nodded enthusiastically.
“Want to change any?”
“No, Milord.”
“Good. When was the last time you tightened this?”
“Three hours ago, Milord.”
“Seems a bit loose. Turn around and let me adjust it.”
He was right. It was loose. Once he was satisfied, he guided me to dining room where he picked me up and sat me on the table. He quickly divested himself of his trousers, stepped between my legs and was in me before I could even gasp.
I love this. When he wants me so much me takes me. Hard. Fast. This is about need. His need for me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bucking against him, matching his rhythm. Within a few minutes, I feel it. I feel his hot cum splashing inside of me, proof, if I needed any, that I had satisfied his need.
He dropped his head against my shoulder, panting.
“God, Sophia,” he murmured, “I’m so sorry. That was too fast. You didn’t orgasm. I’m sorry. I should have controlled myself better.”
I pulled back and smiled, kissed him, and shook my head.
“Speak,” he ordered.
“I didn’t orgasm, but I found pleasure, Milord. You have no idea how gratifying it is to know you want me that badly. Besides, you can always give orgasms later,” I explained.
He picked me up off the table, swung me around, kissed me, then said, “You, my love, are absolute perfect.”
