I have this fantasy about a Master's Anger...
My Master, my One, is standing behind me, beside me...somewhere. I can hear Him breathing but I have no idea where He is. I am blindfolded. I am also bound and gagged.
That unfortunate hanging up thing I am finding so hard to curb has me once again dumped in deep shit.
I normally have a very even, cheerful personality. But for some reason that fiery Irish temper that sometimes supercedes the Sunnygirl part of me has been going wild lately.
After I hung up on Master, the second night in a row, I compounded the mistake by panicking and "disappearing" for three days. I had both my normal and my cell phone turned off. And I didn't even go near my computer.
The worst thing about it all was that other then the first night, which I freely admit was in a deliberate, oh my gods He's gonna snarl at me panic, the two days that followed, while maybe not acceptable as a save my ass excuse, were a total case in proof of, I don't need enemies, this crazy insanity could only happen to me. Even when I'm not making my own trouble, it seems to find a way to jump my ass.
I whimper softly into the ball gag as the minutes stretch by. Oh gods I wish He would do something! This wait is driving me insane. As I know He intends it to.
We have been chatting online for a year, more or less. Very casually to start with. In the last six months though we had moved into talking on IM and the phone.
This was the first time we were meeting in person.
The lust that had been simmering between us all those last intensely frustrating months had driven Master into a hunger that had Him taking me hard. But I knew He wasn't any where near finished punishing me. I had an idea that I wouldn't have bet against for anything, that I was in for a good bit more.
And now that He had slaked at least the tip of His lust by fucking my almost virgin ass, I knew He would return to my punishments.
My Master has always known that I am a bouncy, rather hyperactive woman. It's a facet of my personality that even strangers get the first time they come across me. Before we even chatted one on one He would watch me pouncing around the room like a sassy, mischievous kitten. He told me once that He'd thought I needed a good spanking to settle me down.
So Master knows that I like to pounce and flit around. My mind is always racing from one fascinating subject to the next. And then back again to the original subject at the speed of, well...a wild katt.
I am basically a ball of never ending energy. When we chat, when we talk on the phone, He always needs to pull me off my tangents to get my mind back on the subject.
But I can stay focused enough to do one particular thing. Over these last months of chatting and phone calls Master has trained me to cum on His command.
And I know that He loves hearing me mewl in orgasm over the phone. The arousal and sexual pleasure in His voice as He talks me through my whole cum with that delicious Southern accent keeps my pussy pulsing and clenching for so unbelievably long.
I was new to the lifestyle. I had never given my submission to anyone before. Master was my first.
So, I had never been put in bondage before either. And Master taking His belt to me, another total first.
The way He had me bound in a kneel it was a no brainer that I was in for something! And while part of me was worried-after all, no one up and out of the blue drives 16 hours over casual irritation-the greater part of me was aroused, excited, and literally dripping.
I whimpered. Master had jumped straight into graduate studies. This was no simple hands tied behind my back and ankles bound. He had me, if you will excuse the cliché, trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey.
My hands are bound behind my back, and tied to a crotch rope that Master took a diabolical pleasure in making sure perfectly dissected my pussy lips with the damn knot centered right over my clit. It's running up between the cheeks of my ass to my hands.
I have read about crotch ropes before and have speedily come to the conclusion that they are every bit as "interesting" as I thought they might be.
My elbows are tied so that they almost meet in the back and then were secured to a breast harness. Another "interesting" thing that I haven't yet decided how I feel about. My knees are bound tightly together, both above and below, and my ankles tied side by side. A neck rope has been attached to the top knee rope which holds me in the kneeling position.
Master's little wild katt has been sternly secured. I'm not in a position to be bouncing anywhere. I'm sure as hell not gonna be doing any hanging up on Master.
I'm guilty at times of still trying to "hide" myself from Master. So sometimes when Master asks me about something I feel shy about answering, or when I have a feeling that the honesty He expects from me will leave me having to give Him an answer I know He won't like, I fall into my old habit of using my skill with words and writing to give Him an answer that really doesn't say a damn thing.
That doesn't work with my Master. Every time I do that His reply is almost instant.
"That isn't an answer."
So one day I was trying to pull that and I finally realized that I was guilty of only trusting Him to a point which I picked. And so I really have been trying to stop hiding behind pretty, eloquent words that ultimately mean nothing.
He already knew that I hate gags and that there just might not be a single inch on my body that isn't ticklish. But I gave Him a new tidbit that He started to use back when we were still "merely" on line and over the phone.
The worst punishment you could ever use on me was to bind me in such a way that I can't move. I hate sitting still. Master started using that when He punished me. He'd order me to kneel in a corner or make me lie on my bed with ankles crossed and my hands in the small of my back.
Even when it was over a tiny thing, or just used as a reminder that He owned me, a mere fifteen minute punishment could end with me singing to myself for distraction, a hundred bottles of beer on the wall, a hundred bottles...
And Master was using that little personality quirk on me now, in person!
I was tightly ball gagged and I was blindfolded.
And to add to the mix, both my pussy and my ass were filled with a remote vibrator. Master was turning the hell spawned things on from time to time. But only for a few seconds at a time.
And to be honest...I was going insane! I had no idea how long He'd had me in the position. To me it felt like it had been hours! I knew it would most likely just earn me more punishment but I had started screaming into the gag and testing the strength of my bonds.
