As your mistress I owe you no explanation. I owe you no confession. I am, however, so very proud of you and how far you have come, I feel as though you have earned a bit of relief.
I read your confession over repeatedly. I was so very pleased. You truly have given yourself to me. You have come to understand that giving me your complete trust and compliance has allowed you to express a side of your personality that you might not have discovered otherwise. I am proud to have been able to give you that freedom. I am so very pleased that you have discovered that your complete obedience has allowed you to find that your boundaries are not quite where you thought they were.
Last night after your service I lied beside you. I heard your tears in the dark. I know precisely how you are feeling today. You had set a firm boundary in your mind and your heart and I pressed you across it. I feared all evening you would end this with a simple word and yet you took all I had to give you. This morning you are feeling regret and sadness. You are feeling these things only because I am allowing you. Because I am taking you further.
Everything last night had a purpose. I had to break you loose. I had to drive you past where you thought you would ever go. First with instructions you felt you could not cross, then by rewarding you, you came to accept.
Last weekend, after you read me your confession and then serviced me too splendidly, I instructed you I needed a weekend. You expressed the difficulty it would be arranging it but you complied. You did everything that needed to be done in the face of so many obstacles, real and imaginary. You gave me yourself for the weekend. You arrived last night as instructed. Clean, shaved, prepared, and naked beneath the coat I had sent you home in that first night. You entered the room without a word and did as you were told.
You gave me your pussy. I love to eat your pussy and hear your cries as you come. My slave deserves her rewards. You took my fingers and came for me again. Finally, bent over, you took my strap on dick. You took it in your pussy and then spread wide and gave me your ass. Do you remember how difficult that had been at first? You have come so very far.
You had been so compliant I considered foregoing the restraints. I thought they might not be necessary. I also thought about how much you love them. How you love to be subjected to my every whim when you have no escape. I restrained you for your own pleasure. Your mistress is always thinking of you.
I felt in your confession your trust. I believe you do trust that I am always thinking of you. I believe you try to trust me completely. I know you lay beside me questioning that trust. My sweet, sweet slut, I will prove myself to you shortly and your trust will be total.
You had experienced the table only once. I had only let you experience it once. I wanted you to be comfortable in it but not completely aware of it. I did not blindfold you while I bound you. I wanted you to be able to see the cuffs locked in place. I wanted to watch your face and that is why I had my slave do it for me.
I know when you are excited. I watched the anticipation in your eyes. You try to do as you are told and hide it from me but I know. I am your mistress; I am supposed to know these things. You rested your knees on the supports and laid your belly upon the table. Your breasts hang deliciously through the cutouts. My slave strapped your ankles in place. He strapped your wrists in place and then adjusted the braces so that your arms were extended just where they should be. I wanted you restrained but comfortable. He pulled the lever and you lurched forward as the table laid flat. He adjusted the leg rests and stirrups until your legs were spread wide for me.
You love to be spread wide for me. You love to be my slut. I love to see it open like that for me and I will admit it was hard even for me to resist your delicious lips and clitty. I contented myself with your tits. I teased and pinched your tits until I knew you wanted it. I love the way you get excited when I tease your nipples. I love to put you on the edge. It was time.
I kneeled in front of you. I kissed your red lips. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes, Mistress." Your eyes expressed the truth of those words.
"Completely?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"You have been such a good slut. You have been so completely obedient."
"Thank you, mistress." You knew you had spoken unnecessarily and the crop fell on your ass with a delicious slap. I nearly licked my lips looking at you bent over, strapped down, spread open. It was time.
"So you like it when I teach you new things?"
"Yes Mistress."
"You eat a good pussy. Do you like to eat my pussy, slut?"
"Yes Mistress." My pussy was dripping just thinking about it.
"You like my tongue in your cunt, too, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, Mistress."
"You are such a good little dyke. Are you a dyke now slut?"
"Yes, mistress. I am a good dyke." I delighted at getting to spank your beautiful round ass. I let the crop fall twice.
"Liar."
"No mistress. I am your dyke."
Again, I slapped your ass. "You lie. I know it. You want dick."
"No mistress. I want your pussy."
"Don't lie to your mistress." Slap! "I know you leave me and run home and suck cock. I know you let him fuck that pussy of yours."
"Yes mistress. I let him fuck me. You tell me to fuck him. I fuck him like you say. I suck him like you say." Oh, the confusion in your voice. You were questioning me. I was pressing your last boundary. You make me so hot, you sweet little slut.
"So you still want dick?"
"Yes mistress. I still want my husband's dick." Sadness in your confession. The last boundary. You didn't want to take a dick. You confessed to cheating on him but it wasn't cheating, was it? You had never taken a dick.
