Hi everybody! This story is the followup to a previous story, "a Letter from Jenna." This one stands alone, but will make so much more sense if you read the other one first. Be sure to vote and give me your feedback.
All the stories I write are true, and based on my service to my Sweet Possessor. And...this story is for Him, as always.
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Hello, again! It's me, jenna. i've been told that there is some curiosity about the punishment that followed my last letter! Well, i much prefer to let Zoie relay the events of my life as i serve my Sweet Possessor, Jared, but she thinks that i should tell this one, myself. So, as my Master has granted me some free time while he is out, i will give it my best effort.
As you know i came without permission when i wrote to you last. Telling the events of the previous day while my Master fingered HIS pussy was just more than i could take. He was quite displeased with me, as He had granted me the time to write but not to take my own pleasure from it. In truth, i have on many occasions endured the greedy probing fingers of my Master without cumming (except when commanded to) however, telling the events of the pleasure whipping WHILE MasterJared fucked me with his fingers was simply more than i could endure! So, i am not happy that i failed my Master by seeking a pleasure not granted and i deserved every bit of the punishment that followed.
After handing over my lap-top, i assumed my most submissive position; Kneeling down with my forehead to the floor and my palms up on the floor to each side of my head. MasterJared walked around me a few times, before leaving the room. He was very agitated with me, as well He should have been! He left me there in that position for a very long time and i could hear him moving around downstairs while my knees began to ache and my toes started to tingle with numbness. He returned with what I sensed to be a at least one cumbersome item but in my most submissive position, all i can see is the floor.
"What did You just do, jenna?" He asked.
"Sir, this slave took pleasure without her Master's permission," i answered.
"Yes and what penalty does that carry?"
"No less than a dozen red roses, Master." This is the name that W/we have affectionately come to call the twelve punishment lashes that are given for major acts of disobedience. A dozen red roses is twelve lashes that will immediately blister my skin to a fiery crimson as deep as any red rose.
"Get up." i could hear the way His voice came deep from the angry hollows of His throat and i knew that it would be a very long night. i do not fear my Master, for He would never truly hurt my body or soul, and the pain that He inflicts on this body that belongs to Him is never done in anger but out of love. He knows that i desire... no... i NEED to serve Him at my fullest potential. He takes the job of training me to be the very best slave to Him that i can be quite seriously. i knew that the anger i heard in His voice now would be long gone before He ever took a whip in his hand.
i was not sure of His exact command so i assumed the kneel up position, which is all the way upright on my knees with my fingers locked behind my neck. He took my left wrist and secured a leather cuff around it, then He pulled me up on my tingling feet. i stumbled a bit as i could feel very little sensation in my toes, which earned me a sound smack on the bottom with His bare hand, before He pushed me into a straight backed chair that He'd brought up from the kitchen. He then set Himself to the application of the other cuff to my right wrist.
"Master, i..."
"You have already cum without permission; do You intend to speak without permission as well?" He was right, of course. Even an apology at this point would be speaking without permission. He knew, as He always knows my heart that I wished to apologize so as He used the cuffs to bind my hands together behind the back of the chair, He spoke of what was to come.
"Since you felt the need to cum without permission, I can only assume that you feel I have not met your needs pr... Don't shake your head at me... properly, so I will give you what it is you feel that you so desperately need before I begin your true punishment. you will remain in this chair until I have calmed down but while you are here, you will cum."
With that, He produced a vibrating egg that when set at its highest motion will nearly shake the nipples off my breasts. He commanded me to lift my hips off the chair, and then He stuffed the already lubed egg into the cunt that is his possession. He forbade me to lower my hips as He had even more in store for me. i could imagine but i was sure that my imagination would fall short of what my JaredMaster would come up with, so i struggled to maintain my awkward position while He fumbled around in the nightstand behind me. He returned with a very large silicone butt plug that was lubed and ready for insertion, which proved to be difficult as my hips lifted off the seat of the chair automatically caused my muscles to be clenched. Master showed little mercy for my plight and forced the plug home quickly. Tears streamed from eyes not just because of the pain in my violated ass but because i had failed this beautiful Man that i love so dearly and i had forced Him to punish me.
"you may sit."
i wasn't sure i wanted to, but my "wants" were what got me into this mess. As i lowered myself to the seat, MasterJared cuffed my ankles to each straight leg of the chair, and then used a rope that He tied to one knee and pulled around the back of the chair and pulling it tightly, before tying the other end to the other knee so that they were spread lewdly apart. Next He inserted a large penis gag into my mouth and buckled it tightly around my head, before finally plunging me into darkness with a blindfold. In the darkness i felt yet another addition to my bindings. i knew immediately that they were not my regular nipple clamps because they were light and not painful at all, but one to each nipple sent my heart racing, as my JaredMaster leaned down and whispered in my ear.
"Cum all you want to jenna. Since I seem to have failed to bring you enough pleasure, that you seek it without permission, I am granting you this time of self-indulgence before I punish you. I'll be back after while." Then one by one the invaders began to vibrate. First, He turned on the egg; slow at the start but gradually building until it throbbed, rather than merely vibrating, inside me. Then the plug; it too, had a sort of pulse setting. Finally, to my surprise, first one and then the other of my huge nipples started to tingle. i resisted at first, there was something not right about all of this pleasure following my infraction.
Although i would never have known the difference, i heard my Sweet Possessor turn off the light before he left the room and closed the door. my mind raced to understand the method of this punishment but my body quickly overtook rational thought in a wild endeavor of pleasure. i resisted at first but Master had made the instructions clear... "Cum all you want, jenna." Those were his words but... oh... oh... the first of the orgasms was small but intense. The buzzing in my nipples felt like it was directly linked to my clitty. One tiny O wasn't so greedy was it? The next one wracked my entire body. It started to build from within as the elegant egg danced sweetly inside its soft home. Oh, Yes! i threw my head back and wailed around the penis gag my hungry cunt sucked at the egg and my ass pulled hard on the plug. Oh my sweet and precious JaredMaster, thank You! The restraints, the vibes, the clamps, the large cock gag in my mouth.... i was reveling in the bliss as one after another the orgasms descended on me and i was carried again and again to the edge of reason. The juices from my well pleased cunt puddled in the chair and finally ran down my legs and the chair legs. i squirted then i gushed, i cried sweet tears of release and then i moaned animalistic sounds of lust and desire.
But all the while, something... something lay just beneath the surface of the pleasure. Some enormous need in me was unfulfilled. Where was my Master? Why was He not here? Release is not fulfilling if it is not pleasing to my Master.
Don't get me wrong. What i felt in my body was undeniably real pleasure, but what i felt in my heart and in my soul...? It was wrong and i loathed the pleasure that swelled inside my greedy cunt with each building orgasm. my JaredMaster is a brilliant man. He was granting the release... but without His pleasure in it... it was just superficial.
As the realization sunk in beneath my vibrating flesh i began to hate the egg. It was no longer an elegant dancer but a lewd gyrating beast that would pound my g-spot into an orgasmic fury again despite my desire to fall at my Master's feet and beg His forgiveness. my once victimized ass was now eagerly devouring the pulsing plug and begging it for more, and my nipples throbbed with insatiable desire. my body was betraying my heart.
i tried to call to my JaredMaster, even as the next wave of lustful release was building inside me, but the hateful cock in my mouth muffled the sound of my cries until it sounded like more moans. i wept at my disgrace as again and again the juices of release flowed from my depraved cunt. Each orgasm that rose in me now was met with resistance rather than acceptance. i fought them with a vengeance until there was nothing left in me to fight with. my cum puddled on the floor and my body trembled weakly and i cried hard for my JaredMaster to rescue me from myself.
i have no idea how long He'd left me there, but the batteries in the egg were dying and i had struggled so hard against my restraints that my wrists and ankles and knees were raw.
i heard my JaredMaster in the room but i could not move. He took off the blindfold first.
"Why the tears, little one? Is this not what you wanted? Did you not want to cum? Were you not seeking your own pleasure?" He asked but He knew the answer.
JaredMaster released me from the bindings and I slid to the floor with no strength to hold myself up. He rescued me from the wicked vibes as well but He left the gag in my mouth for the time being, so that He could speak to me without a barrage of apologies.
