About a week before Spring Break, and our scheduled flight to California to see her parents, I got in big trouble with Katie. I made a dumb-assed bad boyfriend move, coupled with a bad room-mate move, and then garnished it with a touch of disobedient submissive. It was the trifecta of disrespecting your girlfriend, and I got everything I deserved.
As a graduate student in Creative Writing, I don't have that many classes. Oh, I teach a literature class in exchange for my graduate stipend, but, overall, I am expected to write my graduate novel and show ongoing results to my graduate adviser for advice and commentary.
So, I'm pretty much free during the week, and can work my schedule around to take care of the various tasks required of running a household. It isn't a real hardship for me to throw some clothes in the washing machine, wash the dishes, or clean the bathroom. While I was aware that Katie had taken care not to bruise my delicate male ego by being too domestically demanding, it never bothered me to do these things. After all, it was a part of my nature to want to please Katie.
However, that week had been stressful for me. I think I have written about my difficult relationship with my graduate advisor, Professor Haze, before. Nothing I write ever seems good enough to her. It is very frustrating. But the week before, she almost LIKED what I turned into her, and made some suggestions for my novel that really excited me. I spent most of the weekend planning the changes I would make, and on Monday, I wanted to start writing. I was really stoked!
As an undergraduate senior, Katie had a more conventional collegiate schedule, and had to frequently leave our apartment to go to class, or study at the library. That Monday, before she left for the day, Katie asked me to take some of her clothes to the Dry-Cleaners, and to clean the bathroom.
Naturally, I said I would do it, but my mind was on my novel. Instead of doing these things for Katie first, I started to write. I became so engrossed in what I was doing, that I didn't even stop for lunch. I ate a banana, and drank some coffee, and kept on writing. I was driven.
The next thing I knew, it was 4:00 PM and Katie was walking through the door.
I had been writing on the desk in the bedroom and walked, shirtless in my dog collar and wearing my cock cage under my shorts, into the Livingroom to greet her. "Hi Hon! How was your day?"
"Great! I got another interview for the Medical school up in Michigan!"
I was very happy for her, "Congratulations! Maybe we should go out and celebrate!"
Katie walked towards me, and kissed me deeply, arousing me intellectually, though my cock cage kept me from becoming physically aroused. Then she placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to a kneeling position before her.
She leered down at me, "Maybe later! When I'm done with you. But first, tell me about your day."
I described with great enthusiasm just how fired up I was and how well the writing went today.
Then Katie asked, "Did you take the dry cleaning into the shop?"
Oh No! I had promised to do that, and I totally forgot! I looked up at her and stammered out, "Ahh, no, it sorta slipped my mind . . ."
"Willie!" Katie was using that universal 'Voice' women use when their men are in the doghouse. "We NEED those clothes for our trip to California!"
"I'm sorry, honey!"
Katie looked at her watch, "Don't 'honey' me right now! You've got just enough time to get dressed and take these clothes to the shop.
I was in a bit of a shock, her mood changed so quickly. Still kneeling, I stared dumbly up at her.
"Go!"
I recovered, got to my feet and ran to get dressed. As I rushed out the door, fumbling for the car keys, Katie said, "Make sure you bring me the receipt!" I recall thinking at that point, "just how stupid does she think I am?" Then, after thinking about it, I concluded that she wouldn't be bragging about my IQ to her girlfriends any time soon.
When I got back from the Dry-cleaning shop, Katie was sitting on the couch, still in the sundress she had worn that day, but in her bare feet, looking a bit somber. There was no question that she was still mad. I walked over to her, and handed her the receipt, "Here you go, Hon."
She smiled up at me, weakly, but it was a smile of sorts. "Thanks. Go get undressed and come back to me."
I immediately left to do as she said, taking care to hang up my clothes the way she liked to see them hang. I didn't see any reason to push my luck with her over something like that. I came out of the bedroom, and stood in front of her, still on the couch, and waited for instructions.
Katie was silent for a minute or so, staring off into the distance, as if thinking about what to say. She placed both of her feet on the ground. I had the feeling this wasn't going to be pleasant. I prayed that she wasn't breaking up with me. I think I would die if that happened.
"Kneel before me." She said simply.
"Yes Mistress." We have gotten into the habit of being mistress and slave whenever she orders me to kneel. I knelt before her, my belly and chest just inches from her knees.
"Do you like being my slave?"
"Oh, Yes Mistress!" Of that, I was certain.
"When I agreed to allow you to be my slave," Katie continued, "I expected that, over time, your mindset would gradually transition from that of us playing a pleasant domination sex game to one where we both accepted the fact that you are literally my slave and that your life would be organized around pleasing me and serving me however I saw fit."
"Mistress! That IS how I feel!" Of that, I was also certain.
"Well, that's not how it's working out! Look, as my slave, I expect you to exhibit absolute submission and obedience towards me at all times, and that is NOT what I'm getting from you. Without that, this relationship can't survive."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How was it she didn't see that I was channeling all my love and devotion into belonging to her? How was it that her point of view was so different from mine?
Katie continued, "No, let me take that back. I won't ALLOW any relationship between us that doesn't include your devoted submission to me and your absolute and enthusiastic obedience."
"Does . . . Does, this mean you are breaking up with me?" I was sick to my stomach.
"No baby, I still want to own you, but first you need to understand how you are failing me. You are still deciding which of my instructions you will obey, and we can't have that. When I told you to take the dry cleaning in, you decided that it could wait until after you had done your writing for the day. What should have occurred, once you heard me, is that a strong desire to perform what I had told you to do, developed immediately. That my wishes, and my wants, should take precedence over any other plans you may have had. You decided, instead, that what I wanted could wait for a bit. What dominant woman could allow that?"
I was contrite, I could see she was absolutely correct, "I'm sorry I failed you, Katie! I won't let that happen again!"
"No baby," Katie said softly, "I failed you. I was too soft hearted, I should have been training you from the very beginning in how I wanted you to serve me. Instead, I worried about how you were feeling, I worried about what you wanted. I gave you mixed messages about how our life together will be. You've accepted, intellectually, that you are to be my property and must serve me, but you haven't accepted it emotionally."
"I will work on that, Katie, I promise I will!"
"Of course, you will Baby, because starting today, your real training will begin. It won't always be pleasant for you, but I promise you, we will BOTH be happier for it. In the end, you will be able to be a writer, my lover, my fiancée and eventually, my husband at the same time. And none of those things are incompatible with being my slave."
"Mistress, if it makes you happy, I will be happy." I was quite sincere when I said that.
"Good! I'm going to give you a sound spanking this evening, it's not going to be the same as our sex games, this is really gonna hurt; but you need to understand that there are consequences for allowing me to take second place in your universe. After that, you will pleasure me, while I tease you and deny you an orgasm, or any pleasure, of any sort, at all. You will go to bed with swollen and very blue balls. Then tomorrow, you will write the first 5 pages of a new diary where you record your reactions to this new training regime. I will read it, naturally, since as a slave, you can have no expectation of privacy. Is this clear?"
"Yes, Mistress. Uh, how many times will I get spanked?"
"Ten times. Yes ten, I think, a nice round number that should allow me to judge if I'm doing damage, or not. I want you to love me, and because of that, obey me. I don't want you to obey me out of fear! Never forget Willie, that we, the two of us, are doing this out of our love and mutual respect. If we become just a mistress and her servant, what's the point?"
"I love you Katie and I want to obey you out of love. I want you to feel secure in both my love and in your authority over me. I want you feel you can train me any way you want because I love you.
"So," I asked, "How should we do this?"
Katie smiled that smile of hers that melted me the first day I met her. And once she knew I was still hers, our apartment seemed brighter to me.
Katie sat in a kitchen chair and hiked her sun dress high on her trim and muscular thighs.
"I think we can keep it simple for the first time. I'll have you bend over my knees while I spank you with my bare hands. I think you need to accept your spanking without moving very much, but of course, it's ok to cry, if you need to.
"Well, should I lay across your lap now?"
"First, you kneel before me and kiss my feet. Then you beg me to punish you for your negligence, If I grant you your wish to be punished, we will continue further."
"Kiss her feet?" I'm not that much of a foot guy, but I know how much Katie likes it, it helps her see me as her slave, so I do it out of respect for her needs. Don't get me wrong, I love it when she orders me to do it, but the act, itself? Meh! So . . . OK, I guess. . . BUT!
"Grant my wish?" SHE is the one who decided I needed punishment and training, not me! But I decided this would not be a good time to remind her of that fact. I'm about to get a spanking from her, and Katie is a rather strong girl, so I knelt, kissed her feet and said, "Mistress, I have been negligent in serving you, if it is your wish to do so, please punish me so I can become better able to serve you as the slave that I am!" By the way, it never even occurred to me, till much later, that my train of thought was exactly what Katie had been talking about.
Katie spoke, "You have the potential to become a good man and an obedient husband, IF we can train that last bit of willfulness out of you. It will be ten hard strokes with an open hand on your backside. You are not to move as you receive these strokes, and you are not cry out, although," She smiled at me, "quiet sobbing will be allowed."
"Hmm," I thought to myself as I lay across her lap, "I wish I could feel less excitement and more dread right about now." But the dread would come. Oh yes! It came!
Katie gripped my dog collar with her left hand and pulled down tightly, while she draped her right leg over both of my legs and squeezed her thighs as tightly together as she could manage, with me between them. The position itself was not uncomfortable for me, but my ability to move was severely restricted. My caged penis dangled uselessly on the far side of her left leg.
Katie's voice took on a grim tone, "Extend your arms towards the floor and clasp your hands together."
I did as I was told. Then she said, "Do NOT unclasp your hands or try to interfere with your spanking in any way, you will only make the punishment worse for you."
