[My Love, so many months have passed and our love only grows stronger. I have been good and you haven't had to discipline me in awhile. But our experiences together have been more than rewarding.
One Friday as I started to leave work, you IM'd me asking me what time I would be home? I gave you a time and you told me to be online at that time and that you had something to talk to me about. I assured you that I would and I left.
A friend had called and wanted me to go to the mall with her. I agreed and we got so wrapped up in our shopping, I lost track of time. Taking out my cell phone on the way home, I realized that it had been turned off. When I turned it on, I had several messages from you wondering where I was and if I was okay.
Oh no, I thought to myself, I am late meeting you online. I rushed home and signed on as soon as I walked through the door. When I saw that you were online, I IM'd you and told you that I was sorry and explained why I was late. You told me that was fine, but what you were going to tell me was that you were going out of town for the weekend.
Sorrow flooded me when you told me that you had planned to call me and make love to me before you left, but since I was out doing something far more important, you didn't have time now.
I started crying and told you how sorry I was. You told me that I would be punished and that you didn't want me to be online all weekend. I told you that I wouldn't. Then you told me that I also wasn't to cum all weekend either. My pussy had already begun to grow wet just talking to you and I knew it would be torture not to relieve myself for three days. You asked if I understood and I told you yes.
I went to bed that night saddened by my lack of discipline. What fun we would have had if only I had done as you asked. I missed you so much already and I fell into a fitful sleep thinking about my actions. The desire to cum was so strong, but I knew that I wouldn't do anything about it. I would do what my Love asked of me and accept my punishment. I closed my eyes hoping that Sunday night would come soonβ¦β¦.]
"Hello," you answered the phone at work. I had called to ask you if I could go out shopping with my friend Betty today. You asked me how long I would be gone and I told you only a couple of hours. "Okay angel, but I need you to be home when I get off from work, it is very important."
" Can you do that?" you asked. "Yes my Love," I answered. I hung up the phone after telling you I loved you and you telling me to be safe.
Betty and I took longer than I had expected for us to. We were having such a good time that I forgot the time and had forgotten to take my phone with me. I hurried home, knowing you had already been there about an hour.
I rushed into the house and went in search of you. I found you in the bedroom and started apologizing for being late. You asked me why and I explained that I had no good excuse. I looked over on the bed and just then noticed your suitcase open, half packed. When I looked at you, you explained that this is what you had meant to talk to me about had I been home as I said I would. You had to take a trip with one of your children and would be gone all weekend.
You told me how you had planned on coming home and treating me to dinner ending with us making love before you left. But now you didn't have the time. I tried hard to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill. The lump in my throat made it hard for me to breathe. I wanted you so much and knew I would miss you badly while you were gone. I turned to help you pack your suitcase and you put your arms around my waist. My body melting against yours, I cried silent tears so that you wouldn't see me.
"You know I must punish you don't you angel?" your mouth close to my ear. I couldn't speak and only nodded. "The cellar will be locked and I will take the key when I leave," you explained, "you will not pleasure yourself all weekend until I return Sunday night, is that understood?" Again I nodded. "Also, I was planning on trying to call you each day, but now I will not since you didn't have the consideration to call and let me know that you would be late."
I took a deep breath, trying to stop the flood of tears, my heart heavy. I knew I deserved the punishment I was receiving, but knowing I wouldn't hear or see you for so long broke my heart. What would have been a wonderful time before you left, now was dark and lonely. I missed you before you walked out the door.
"You will stay home and off the phone while I'm gone angel," you said as I was hugging you bye, "do you understand?" you asked. "Yes, my Love," I said looking into your handsome face, knowing I wouldn't see you for a few days. I stood trying to be strong, but when you took me in your arms again, kissing me long and deep; I couldn't fight the hurt any longer. "Be strong little one," you said, as I tried to hide my face. "I want you hot and ready for me when I return Sunday night," you smiled and I tried to smile back at you, my heart heavy.
I stood in the doorway watching you drive away, no longer trying to stop the tears of pain. I ran and threw myself on the bed, weeping miserably for the choices I had made and from the emptiness that I felt without you. I tried watching television and gave up to take a long hot bath instead.
As I lay naked in a tub of bubbles the urge to think of you while I pleasured myself was strong, but I would not disobey you again. When I got out of the tub, I went downstairs and brought up a bottle of bourbon and a glass. I sat on the edge of the bed, intending to drink only one glass to help me sleep, but lost count of how many shots that I drank.
Feeling very tipsy, I turned off the lamp and went to bed. Our bed felt so empty without your manly form filling it. I felt so lost lying there alone and fell into a fitful sleep.
Suddenly I jerked awake, had I heard something? I lay there for a minute and held my breath. I didn't hear anything else, wondering if it had been my imagination. Did I lock the doors before I came to bed? I couldn't remember. I'm just being paranoid I thought because my Love is not here to protect me. Rolling over onto my stomach, I put my arms over my head and tried to fall back to sleep.
My body stiffened and I began to struggle when I felt a hand coming around to cover my mouth. I tried to bite whoever this was and my head snapped back by my hair, the hand still covering my mouth. "Be still you fucking whore or I will slit your throat, do you understand me?" I heard the deep voice of a man. I immediately quit struggling, trying to fight for air as this mans large hand covered my face. "Good little whore, we are going to get along just fine, " this stranger laughed. "I am going to remove my hand and you are going to put your head face down into your pillow and lie still," he ordered.
I lay there trembling wondering what he wanted. Doing as he asked, I started praying for him to just take what he wanted and leave me alive. My heart was beating so loudly, I didn't even hear what he was doing. He handcuffed my hands behind my back and then slipped a leather mask over my eyes. "Please don't hurt me," I begged him, my voice unsteady. All he did was laugh cruelly and continued doing whatever he was doing.
His hands rough on my body, he rolled me over on my back, my hands digging into my spine. I couldn't tell for sure, but I thought I could see a bit of light under the mask to indicate he had turned on the lights. I lay there clenching my jaws trying to make my teeth stop chattering, but almost came undone when I felt him jerk the covers off the bed.
He must have been wearing gloves. I could feel his rough hand sliding up the inside of my leg making my shake harder. "What do we have here?" he sneered, "what a pretty little slut you are."
"Please," I tried again, "please don't hurt me, take whatever you want," I begged. "Don't worry about that bitch, I intend on taking just what I want."
"Whether or not you get hurt is up to you," he laughed sending chills up my spine.
I'm wasn't sure what it was when I heard a noise, but I was soon to find out. "Don't move slut, this knife is very sharp and if you wiggle it won't be my fault when it cuts your pretty little body," he warned. The blood roaring in my ears, I held my breath as I felt the cold blade of the knife sliding up my leg.
He tortured me by running the knife all over my body. I was shaking so bad that I was afraid I would not be able to keep from getting cut. I felt the blade slide up my shoulder, first cutting one strap on my nightgown and then the other. Biting my lip to keep from crying out, I felt him grab the hem of the gown and the knife slit it all the way up the front. The air hit my body and I blushed as I felt my nipples harden.
"Very nice you pretty slut," he laughed, "we are going to have a lot of fun!" I started to struggle again, but then felt the edge of the knife between my breasts. "I wouldn't do that if I were you bitch, I'd hate for this blade to scar your perfect little titties," he warned.