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Transgression Journal - A Story It’s been a long year. Last week, I received my second dose of the Covid vaccine, which means that I will see Sir again next wee I’m nervous and excited. It will be wonderful be physically with him again, but I know the pleasure won’t last. You see, my Sir lives with his wife. I live in a house a few miles away. Sir’s wife knows about , but we’ve never met. I am self-sufficient. I a job, which thankfully was not impacted by the shut-down, and I can meet all of my own material needs. But this has been a lonely year. Sir has been very careful about following protocols. Since I work outside my home, he has not “socialized” with me in over a year. All of that ends in a wee Even though I cannot be with Sir, I am still mandated follow all of his rules, and he’s added quite a few over the last twelve months. About months into the lockdown, a group of workmen arrived at my house. They had a work order to install webcams. By the time they finished, were at least cameras mounted the corners of every room, including the closets and the bathroom. was a special waterproof one in the shower. were even cameras in the garage and yard. I sat on my couch all afternoon and watched while the cams were installed. When the workers finished, one of them told me that the controls and password had already been sent to the customer. I knew whom they meant. Minutes after the workers left, my phone rang. was Sir. He called inform me that all of the cameras were about go live. From that moment forward, he would be able watch me via a live feed. I was no longer permitted any clothing in the house. If I had leave, I could carry my clothes the garage and dress next the car. When I returned home, I would undress as soon as I got out of the car. Also, I was not attempt hide from the cameras or disable them in any way. If was an interruption in the wi-fi signal, I was notify him by and then kneel by the door and wait for instructions. Of course, I complied, and after a few days, I almost forgot the cameras were . Every once in a while, Sir would me and tell me move something because the camera view was blocked, and I’d remember I was being watched. All of that changed last wee On Friday, I found a package on my porch. In was a leather-bound diary with the words “Transgression Journal” on the cover. Inside, in Sir’s neat and precise handwriting, was a list of things I had done over the year. Next each item was a consequence. The list went on for almost twenty pages. The first few pages weren’t too bad, but as the list continued, the consequences for the infractions became more severe. For example, on May th, I cursed, and the consequence was listed as “wash out mouth with soap.” On October 28th, cursing is listed again, but this time the consequence is “tongue lashing-with strop.” Another example, on June 4th, I used the toilet, but my legs were not spread wide. The consequence was listed as” lick toilet seat”. On September th, the consequence for the transgression was “drink from public toilets.” The list went on and on. The punishments ranged from having my head shaved (for leaving hair on the bathroom sink) to offering free oral and anal men in a homeless encampment because I wasted food. The more I read, the more frightened I became. was time for my weekly Zoom meeting with Sir, so I waited with more than a fear for him explain the boo Once he logged in, he wasted time. He told me that as of next week, I’d be fully vaccinated, and he planned to begin disciplining me for all of my errors. He would go through each item on the list, one by one, and mete out my punishment. He intended to complete the entire list in one month as he had a vacation planned and had already loaned me to a friend for the summer. He gleefully informed me that I’d earned a total of 231 cunt and clit whippings alone, and he wanted all the marks to fade before his friend borrowed me for his lake house. I was shaking as I listened to him cheerfully explain what was to come. He was clearly excited to get started. After he disconnected the , I flipped through the book, looking at the list. At all the mistakes I’d made. I had no one blame but myself. |
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Fuck him Layla 
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