We've been setting up a longer meet with Master for a while. He said a 4 day stay in His apartment would be ideal to get to know each other more and of course to continue my training as His slave.
While last time we didn't separate on good terms, my lack of respect deeply disappointed him. So now, a month later i was expecting some repercussions in the form of a solid punishment. i thought it's a bit unfair, but there was no way out of it. That made me scared of the new encounter, but of course it didn't stop me from organizing the new 4 day trip. i was so excited to see Him again, submit to His will, do whatever He wants me to do.. Noting could stop me from going.
While discussing the details of our new meeting, He made it clear that He wanted me as a slave this time in its purest form. Saturday and Sunday i'll be under very strict control (partly for my lack of respect last time) and based on my behavior He might lighten up for Monday and Tuesday. He also stated that the 12 commandments had to be recited exactly as written. Not one word or letter missing or replaced. Ouch. Like i wasn't already scared enough, this meant pretty much a guaranteed serious punishment given my memory capacity lately. On top, the flights i picked were not too convenient for His schedule. i knew that every little piece missing from His perfect puzzle will be added to my treatment.
Departure was early so i booked a hostel bed close to the airport and spent the night memorizing the commandments. Recorded them on my cellphone so i can listen to them in a loop and wrote them in a notebook 8-10 pages full until i was confident enough.
The big day finally arrived. After 4 hours of sleeping i got on the plane and landed in His hometown around noon. Still had a lot to do. Buying groceries as i was supposed to cook, buy shaver and cream because He will want me smooth, wash myself since i knew i won't have a chance there, hydrate early because i won't be able to piss for a long time. And still practice, practice, practice the commandments. i went to a mall where all the above preparations could be done. i was hoping to take a power nap somewhere because i was getting seriously exhausted from the long day. Just a bench anywhere for 20 minutes.. The mall was packed. Early Christmas shoppers or not having anything better to do, i saw it was just not going to happen.
i left the mall early to give plenty of time in case i get lost or something unforeseen happens. There was a small cafe close to His place and since i had 30 minutes before showtime, i drank a coffee to help getting myself together. i knew it will heighten my senses so i will feel more pain but in the same time my brain was falling apart. i couldn't remember the commandments at all and failing there, disappointing Him would be unthinkable. i'd rather take the risk of a bit more stinging.
Sharply at 7pm i rang His doorbell. He didn't say a word, but i heard the buzzer so i went up. 4th floor. i knew what He was expecting, this part was supposed to be easy. His door was open and my heart wanted to jump out of my chest. i entered and shut the door behind me. There was dim light coming from the living room and i heard noises from the same direction. Without saying anything, i placed all the groceries and my backpack by the door and started to undress.
"The slave when not in use or given other instructions, must be on the floor hands behind its back and head bowed down."
Naked of course.
- Focus, stay silent and don't look at him! - i though to myself.
i piled my clothes neatly by my bag and got in position. Then i just waited. Millions of thoughts went through my head from excitement to fear. What if there will be more people and He will just sell my ass? What if He'll flog me so hard that i'll have to use the safe word? What if He won't care or gag me and i won't be able to say it? What if i'll have marks for long time? Probably being tired added a bit to the negative notions but i pushed these aside. "What if" screw that, just give up already. Alea iacta est.
Finally after some time i heard His footsteps closing in and while i was really excited to see him i had to resist. Of course it was out of question, the slave needs to keep its eyes on the floor at all times.
And without a word, He stood above me, holding my neck in between His knees and started tying my wrists together on my back. I used this time to breath in His scent, that was not forbidden by the rules. And oh thank you for leaving this to me, i just kept breathing in deeply, the familiar scent of His shower gel while feeling Him touching my wrists and back.. my heart was jumping. When He was done, He put a chain on my neck as well and locked it with a small padlock.
- Close your eyes and stand up! - i was a bit slow standing up due to my legs being cramped from the kneeling, so He just grabbed the chain and yanked me up. Then thoroughly He wrapped my eyes with many layers of gauze. Darn, i was hoping to see Him at least for a moment.
- Open your mouth! - He commanded. Of course a gag was coming, the usual huge one. He wrapped that with the gauze as well. Then He grabbed my chain again and towed me to the living room.
- This time you will learn respect slave - He said. That didn't sound like an encouraging start, i was tired and i just wanted to see him and hug him. But of course this night wasn't about getting warm and fuzzy. The slave has to go through training.
- Sit down on the floor, ankles crossed.- i obeyed, though my wrists were tied to my waist in the back and He didn't help, i guess He was enjoying my struggle.
- i will put you in a bow for 30 minutes so you learn to respect Me. While it will feel longer, don't worry, I will let you out after 30 minutes - Then He positioned my ankles exactly where He wanted them and tied them thoroughly. He got another piece of rope and pulled my neck by the chain, tied to my ankles as well. It was a pretty deep bow, fortunately the yoga practices were paying off, but i knew it will be a lot harder with time. He came back with more ropes and wrapped a few loops around my neck and ankles pulling them closer for good measure. He just threw the rest of the rope on my head and back, that felt out of his style, almost sloppy.
After taking a few pictures of His creation, He left to the kitchen or wherever, i just knew He wasn't in the room with me any more. i was positioned in the middle of the living room, loud music around me in front of the tv - i could feel the light and some warmth but the music was coming from above from the speakers.
For a while i was listening to the noises around, heard him walking around the apartment.. But my body demanded attention. i quickly figured out that if i focus on my body, time will pass really slowly so i started reciting the commandments in my head. Also started counting the songs. They were some remixes seemingly longer than regular songs, i assumed 4-5 minutes each so 6-8 songs till the end. i went through the 12 commandments 3 times in my head, roughly during the 5th song my legs and butt started to give up, the muscles shaking and wanting to cramp up. My back was holding up surprisingly well. But just kept going, had to force my attention away, starting new rounds of commandments. For a while i didn't want to move or wiggle, not wanting to disappoint Him. But after some time i started twisting my ankles a bit or pushed my body up on my toes, just to keep the blood flowing and move the muscles a bit. i found that one feels more pain with the sudden rush of blood but most times this helps on the long term. Same with the nipple clamps. They hurt when they get on, but then some kind of numbness take place and it's tolerable. However when they come off, the blood regains its territory and the pain is suddenly worse than before. Eventually it became more and more difficult to keep the attention away from the suffering, but i heard His footsteps approaching and He finally stood on top of me again.
