I realize I've been pushing my limits quite a bit but until this afternoon when we spoke on the phone, I didn't realize how far I'd gone. I could tell from your voice that you were displeased with me. I figure that perhaps I could make things better by fixing you a marvellous dinner. Part of me hoping that it will eliminate the punishment I'm sure you've already decided on. The house looks perfect; it's clean and practically sparkling from top to bottom. I begin cooking your favourite meal and preparing your favourite dessert.
I'm almost done when I hear you come in. I clean off my hands and greet you with a smile and a kiss. "I'm making you your favourite," I tell you quite sure you can smell the delicious aroma. You say nothing, only nod in acknowledgement. That's not a good sign. I begin to grow anxious.
I set the table and serve dinner. I pour some wine for myself and get you a beer. "How was your day?" I ask with an almost unnoticeable shakiness in my voice.
Again no answer, I look up at you and you're just sitting there staring. I only hold your gaze for a moment. The energy in the room makes me very uncomfortable. Any more of this and I'll start crying. I continue to eat somewhat slowly. I know you're contemplating something, I can feel it.
Before I realize that you've got up, you're by my side with a fist full of my hair.
"Stand up," you order while pulling me up with my hair before waiting for my answer.
"Yes Sir," I state while being dragged to my feet. My heart starts beating faster and my breathing increases. You say nothing more, dragging me towards the bedroom. I knew this was coming, or at least had a fairly good idea. Once we reach the bedroom, you toss me towards the bed.
"If you move from that spot, this will be much worse than you could ever imagine, understood?"
I nod, completely awash with fear, "Yes Sir." You've never been this upset before, at least not that I could remember. I watch as you head to the dresser and remove a silky blindfold and a belt. I feel like running, but it's like one of those dreams where you're just frozen in place. From the dresser you head to the closet, where you keep the rope and a make shift spreader bar. I make a very slight movement towards the door which apparently you catch out of the corner of your eye.
"Go ahead, I dare you," you practically growl. I feel very much like prey in the proximity of a very dangerous predator.
I gulp and as you approach I back up trying to keep some distance between us. You quickly reach out and grab my wrist. You bring me to the bottom of the bed and then release me. "Take your clothes off, now."
I keep my gaze towards the floor, "Yes Sir." I slowly begin removing my clothing, a little too slowly for your liking. I hear the snap of the belt, "Now!" I practically rip the remainder of my clothing off.
"Now bend over the baseboard of the bed," you direct. I don't like the idea of being exposed so openly, but comply nonetheless. You tie my wrists to either side of the baseboard in such a fashion that I'm unable to put any weight on my arms. Then, you whisper in my ear while pressing up against me, "You've been a naughty girl. I'm not happy with you, pet."
A tear rolls down my cheek. You move away and shortly afterwards I feel you spreading my legs and securing them in the spreader bar. Once it's secure you gently run your hand up the inside of my leg all the way to my already wet pussy, "Feels like someone wants to be punished." I hear you chuckle.
I shake my head, knowing that's definitely not the reason I'm wet, "No Sir, that's not true." I feel the sudden pain of you gripping my hair again, tightly.
"Did that sound like a question to you!?" you demand.
"N-no Sir," I reply quietly.
"If I hear anything other than a, "Yes Sir" or "No Sir" you'll stay like this until morning, and only then will I begin your punishment. Understand?"
