Punishment for the bitch

I suffered from insomnia all last night. I slept poorly, imagining you together, and then from thinking about how to tell you about it. Bitch, a useless bitch! After such a wonderful evening, I managed to mess up! I ruined everything, as always. I'll say something without thinking... And now I've gone and stuck my nose where it didn't belong. I deeply regret it now. And if I had a choice, I would act differently without a second thought!

Morning... I wake up happy and guilty. I think of You... You are so far away, but I feel that You are pleased with Your bitch and also smiled this morning. How can I tell you everything...

I don't want to ruin your mood! That makes it even harder for me! I have time until lunch, then I'll be a bit free and will write to you... For now, I'm thinking, thinking, thinkinggggggg... As always, I need to sort everything out. I need to understand not just the feeling of guilt, it's hard to grasp what I'm guilty of... I feel You. I've learned to understand what might upset You...

Writing... When I write, it's easier for me to think. I tell you everything. Honestly and openly. My confession is ready. I'm making contact: "Hello, Master! Can you talk now?"

— Hello, whore! In 30 minutes!

Oh, god!!! I was ready to confess everything! Those 30 minutes... I was calm and knew that the Master would understand everything correctly and help me sort it out. If He gets angry at the bitch, He will explain everything and she will feel calmer. She needs this support. He won't stay silent, I won't have to guess His attitude towards it. He knows how to act. I was ready to receive punishment if the Master was upset by my behavior. 30 minutes... how long they are! I start to get nervous. My hands are shaking, I can't stand—my legs have turned to jelly. Why is it so scary... No... not scary! I start to realize that the Master might fly into a rage right now. Maybe I'm downplaying my guilt... If He is angry, I won't be able to settle. How I hate that. Tears are streaming down. I don't want to make You angry!!!

The time of trial by time has expired... I send my confession! Seconds or minutes... I don't even know how much time has passed... I stare at the screen non-stop and wait... "call!", the order flashes on the screen.

The Master listens to my verbal explanations of my actions. I tell Him everything and feel the Master getting angry. He calmly asks the bitch questions, I answer them with a trembling voice. His calmness and coldness... So much strength in that!!! In my stupidity, I started making excuses. Why, if I understand I'm guilty?

— You will be punished. Severely. You have angered me greatly! I don't want to hear the bitch anymore!

Short beeps... I look at the phone as if something could change... Tears are flowing... I wash my face with cold water—it doesn't help. More, more... I pour icy water on my face. Hysteria. It's hard to stop. I curse myself! I know it's no easier for You right now than it is for me. I want to hurt myself to dull these emotions! I clench my fists so hard my nails dig into my palms. It hurts. Doesn't help. I can't do it harder. I don't know how to hurt myself.

I don't know how much time passed, I forced myself to calm down. I knew I had to ask You for punishment. You will punish your bitch and she will feel better. You will forgive her!

Writing again... I'm simply begging You to punish me! The Master teaches the bitch to be obedient. She forgot herself. She needs a lesson so she remembers it well. Waiting for an answer... A billion thoughts in my stupid head... So many emotions! Fear, pain, tenderness, guilt, gratitude, love... Everything is mixed up! I know when it's all over, You will feel sorry for the bitch. And she will feel calm.

An answer! I'm even afraid to look. "The stupid creature will prepare two clothespins, a cord or wire, a humiliating speech, and 10 words describing the slut!"

My knees buckle. I'm even afraid to imagine what awaits me.

— Master, please allow me to use a belt instead of a wire, I beg you!

— NO!

That "no" sounded like thunder.

Of course, I will accept any punishment from my Master! I can probably endure a lot. Just to earn forgiveness.

The few hours before the punishment pass in constant tension. I mentally ask the Master for forgiveness and repent... Every minute I think only of this. Unbearably long... It seems to me that I could easily endure this physical pain, because constantly tormenting myself with thoughts about my behavior and that I upset the Master is even more unbearable! I want it to be over quickly!

Returning home... I write to the Master that I'll be ready in 15 minutes. I start shaking so much I can't utter a word. The whole way home I rode with tears in my eyes, preparing the humiliating speech. I called myself the worst names, described humiliating situations with myself... And now, when there are only minutes left before meeting the Master, I've lost the power of speech... I pace the apartment from corner to corner and try to pull myself together. Where are the clothespins? They were in the nightstand! They're not there! I can't get my thoughts in order. My hands are shaking. I find the clothespins, put them on the table, next to the charger cable that will serve as the cord. I sat on the sofa, looking at THIS. I write to the Master that the whore is ready and she is very scared. Waiting.

— Call on Skype.

I get on my knees. I call. Connection. Answer. I don't see Him... I don't deserve to.

— Bare your chest!

I slip off the straps. I dare not utter a word without the Master's order. Silently I carry out orders... and wait for what's next..

— Put the clothespins on your nipples! I'm listening to you, creature!

I try to put the clothespins on carefully. Every extra movement sends a sharp pain right through me. For now, I can endure it. I gather all my willpower. But I can't utter a single word. I only think that now I'm angering the Master even more with my silence. And that makes me even more nervous.

— Hands behind your head! I'm waiting!

— All done, cur?

— Yes, my Master!

— You may remove the clothespins!

I almost burst into tears! The pain felt several times stronger! I hurried to remove the clothespins and, when lowering my hands, brushed against one. It wobbled and tugged on the nipple. Tears streamed down! I forced myself to remove the clothespins. Slowly and carefully. But a new wave of pain washed over... I felt tiny needles scattering across my chest. I need to pull myself together! Endure a little more. I wipe away the tears.

— Sit on the sofa and spread your legs. So that everything is clearly visible to the camera! Put your left foot on the sofa. Understood everything, creature?

— Yes, Master!

I carry out the Master's order.

— Now the cur will strike her cunt with the cord. There will be 10 strikes. With each strike, the slut will call herself words that characterize her, after her actions. Is everything clear, whore?!

— Yes, my Master, — I answered barely audibly. I couldn't even imagine what pain awaited me! A lump formed in my throat.

— I can't hear you, slut!!!

— Your whore understands everything, my Master!

— Begin! And don't spare yourself!

The first strike is the scariest! I don't know how hard to hit so as not to anger the Master and not harm myself in the process.

I need to start. I swing. My hand drops onto the sofa. How hard it is to overcome myself!

— Faster!

I lift the cord above me again. I drop my hand sharply and it lands right on my cunt! How painful!!!

— Dirty rag, — I barely squeeze out.

Strike, strike, another strike! I'm hurrying to get it over with quickly.

— Ungrateful scum! Stupid creature! Useless whore!

Break.

My cunt is on fire! One strike landed on my thigh, left a mark. My chin started trembling and I can't do anything about it.

A little more and I'll cry. Don't spare myself, need to continue.

Three more strikes in a row!

My thoughts are already getting jumbled. I think about the pain, can't concentrate..

— Slut!

Silence...

— Whore!

I force myself to think faster.

— Creature! — I repeat myself.

I want to touch my cunt. Cool it down a bit. It's forbidden. I try to endure. I swing for a strike. I lack the strength to lower my hand. Strike! How painful!!! The cord landed right on my clit! I couldn't hold back and started sobbing. I try to pull myself together, wipe away the tears... I think of what to call myself... I can't! How painful!!! I cover my face with my hands to calm down a bit.

— Don't sob! You can scream, but no sobbing!

— I forgot how many strikes are left, my Master! — I squeezed out through tears. My voice sometimes breaks into hysteria, I try to pull myself together.

— Two more strikes!

His voice gave me strength. Just two strikes! The tears don't stop. I need to calm down!!! I start forcing myself and turn away from the camera to collect myself. Doesn't work. Through tears, I inflict another strike on myself. My hand is shaking and it turns out weak. The fear that the Master will be displeased with this brings me somewhat to my senses.

— Cur!

Tears again.

— Last strike! The strongest!

I raise my hand and can't strike. (Erotic stories) Hysterical moans escape my chest and I drop my hand on the sofa again. Another attempt. I can't!!! I try to think of the Master, not feel the pain. Strike!!! Tears poured down like rain. I can't hold back anymore. I did it all! For You! For myself. From now on, I'll be smarter!

— I am a doormat for Your feet, Master!

— Put your second foot on the sofa so I can see your cunt clearly!

I obediently carry out the order.

— Spread it with your hands! Wider! Even wider, bitch! Whose hole is this?

I insert my fingertips into my cunt and spread it as wide as I can... It still hurts. And it will remind me of my behavior for several more days. But this is a different pain... It's aching and sweet.

— It is Your hole, my Master!

— Lift your legs! Spread your ass! Even more! — I hear new orders from the Master.

My legs are still shaking from the tension after the spanking. I lift them and can barely hold them in that position. I spread my ass with my hands and show it to my Master.

— And this hole belongs to You, my Master!

Another order:

— Open your mouth! Stick out your tongue! Harder, whore! Whose hole is this?

I stick out my tongue and show my Master my throat. And it belongs to my Master and Lord!

— Now the whore will write "bitch's slit" above her slutty cunt and take a photograph. So that your hole and the inscription are visible!

Of course, send it to me immediately! If I am pleased, I will allow you to call! Did the slut understand everything?

— Yes, my Master!

— Carry it out!

I quickly and diligently carry out the Master's order! How I want to hear Your voice!!! The Master is pleased and doesn't make his slave nervous any longer:

— Call!

I immediately dial Your number.

— That's it, my good girl! It's all over! I'm not angry anymore!

For these words... all for them... My Master is calm and happy!

Another order:

— Do not wash the inscription off your cunt until tomorrow evening! I will check tomorrow!

— I obey, my Master!

After every punishment, such a strange state... I awaken special tender feelings for You. I remember the pain You caused me and I want to cry. To press against my Master and cry. From happiness. I love You even more when I feel Your power over me. I feel so safe and calm next to... You teach me through these punishments to be better for You! I am very grateful to You for that! I want to be like this. I want You to be proud of me. That is only Your merit.