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The makings of a new book? So I thought I would be brave and post a snip from something I wrote.... is very rough, so bare with me. The sub sighed as her internal clock nudged her demanding that she drag her body out of bed. She tried not to gag as the blinding pain in her head thumped with each step she took. She entered the kitchen and began preparing the coffee and arranging her masters breakfast. It was a routine that she normally loved but the pain in her head made it difficult to accomplish. The pain distracted her to the point that she burned her hand on the coffee and almost sliced her finger tips off cutting up the fruit. Taking a deep breath to try and center herself she grabbed his tray and went to wake him. Entering the bedroom, she was surprised to see him already up and propped against the headboard. She nervously glanced at the bedside clock, but determined that she was right on schedule. “Good Morning Sir, Your coffee and breakfast is ready” she said as she placed the tray across his lap. “Good Morning my girl, how did you sleep?” He asked as he reached for his coffee and looked over her body from head to toe. “I slept fine Sir” she answered. He raised his brow at her answer, but said nothing. She nervously dropped her gaze and went to lay out his clothes. Her hands trembled with exhaustion and she closed her eyes wishing she could climb back in bed and sleep for another ten hours. She glanced again over at her master and stilled at his facial expression. “Well?” He asked. ‘What? Had he been talking to me and I zoned out?’’ She moaned in her head. “I am sorry Sir, I did not hear what you asked.” She replied. “I asked if the paper had not been delivered, and where the toast was.” He replied. She had forgotten the paper and the toast was still sitting in the toaster downstairs probable stone cold now. “Are you ok?” He asked. “Yes Sir, I am sorry Sir, I shall fetch them now.” She quickly fled the room hurrying to get the missing items. In her hasty exit she hit her toe off the door jam and shooting pain vibrated up her foot. She moaned in pain and tears sprung to her eyes. Her day was off to such a terrible start and she still had many hours to get through. Today was the day that she normally did a deep clean of the house and the laundry. She sighed in frustration at the thought of It. The master sighed deeply as he watched her hurry from the room. They had been together now for six glorious months and he was proud at how far she had come. When he had met her, she was a shy, slightly overweight girl who had difficulty recognizing and expressing her needs and wants. He had seen the passion within her eyes and her natural submissiveness spoke to his soul. He knew that with the right training, trust and the direction from a firm hand, she could become a beautiful submissive that anyone would be proud to own. He had spent the first couple of months breaking down the walls that she had constructed around herself and fighting to change the views society had imposed upon her. He constructed daily routines for her follow and had established a set of rules that he expected to be adhered to . The months were of course filled with many ups and downs, but she slowly started to blossom and fill the mould of a submissive that he had envisioned for himself. He was therefore disappointed at her lack of transparency this morning. It was one of the first rules he had established with her. Never lie. It was a difficult one to get over. Not that she was inherently dishonest, but that It is natural want keep some things to yourself. He did not want this for her. He wanted to occupy all parts of her mind. He craved the total control he could have over her and knew that this could not be attained if she tried to keep anything from him. He had watched her toss and turn all night, had seen the lines of pain that marred her brow as she woke this morning. Christ, he had seen it in her eyes as she entered the room this morning. He knew she suffered migraines, hell he had held her hair on more than one occasion as she vomited from the pain. So why not come to him now? Why not wake him and ask for the medication they had on hand? He was pissed that she would attempt this now after how far they had come. He was going to give her one more chance to come to him this morning, after that he would have To reintroduce the punishment he had assigned for being dishonest with him. Mind you she had already earned a meeting with his belt for lying about her sleep to his face. She blinked back the tears and tried to compose her face as she reinterred the bedroom with the missing items clutched in her hand. She moved towards him noting the frown on his face. This added to the sickening sensation already rolling through her stomach. She placed the plate of toast next to his now empty coffee cup and his paper on the bed beside him. “Here is your toast Sir.” She said. ‘Is there something you wish To tell me, or ask me, little one?’ He asked firmly, catching her eye and staring intently at her. “Ummm” she mumbled, shifting from foot to foot and dropping her eyes once again. “No Sir, not that I can think of”. “Is that right? He asked as he moved the tray and flung the covers off his body moving to stand before her. She flinched at his face which held a mixture of disappointment and anger. ‘Kneel before me Sub” he demanded. She quickly complied, wincing at the pain in her head and her now bruised toe. She lowered her eyes and stared at his feet. “Who do you belong to , Sub?” He asked. “You Sir” she answered quietly. “ Who does your body belong to , Sub?” He asked next. “You Sir” she answered again. “Do you think me a harsh Master, Sub?’ “No Sir!” The answer fell from her lips as she glanced up at him in shock. “A Master?” He asked. “No Sir.” Again she answered, the shock evident in her voice. “Well, you either consider me harsh, blind or , Sub.” He responded “so which is it?” He asked again. Tears sprang her eyes “I..I do not understand Sir. I dont know what you mean.” She miserably answered. “Well, for starters, you have lied twice to me this morning.” “Once when I asked how your sleep was” he held up a finger “and the second when I asked if you had something tell me.” He held up his second finger. “ my calculation that is six straps of the belt” he added on. He watched her wince at the mention of the belt but held firm in his resolution to beat this type of defiance from her. ‘You said your body belongs to me. Were you lying about that too?” He asked. “No Sir” she responded. Tears began leaking out the corners of her eyes. She looked up at him miserably. She did not know how they had arrived at this point. Why she didnt just wake him up last night and ask for her tablets. Or why she didnt mention her inability to sleep last night when he inquired about it this morning. It was such a small thing. She still fought the urges to keep problems to herself or the worry that she should not be bothering him with little things like a headache. She knew that he liked being informed of everything. That this fed into the control he sought from her. Not to say that she was left a mindless puppet. No, he often talked her through the problems she came to him with, and helped her form her own solutions to them, but the act in itself helped solidify the type of BDSM relationship they both craved. He sighed as he looked down at her miserable face. ‘Your body belongs to me. Everything from its pleasures, to its pain.” He noticed her slight widening of her eyes. “You did not think I noticed your tossing last night, nor heard your whimpers as you tried to massage your temples. Did you think I did not note your white face of exhaustion nor the pain behind your eyes as you greeted me this morning?” He sighed. “I thought we were passed this little one.” He said, watching as she bowed her head in shame. He knew that his words alone would be a much harsher punishment than the feel of the strap, but he was determined to re-establish their roles and the expectations he had for her. “Rise up little one, and drape yourself across the bottom of the bed. Ass out, hands stretched in front of you. I am not going to bind you this time, but you will hold still for me. I wish for you to count out loud, and then thank me.” He stated as he moved away towards the closet that held his belts. He watched her rise and move to follow his command. Tears of shame streamed down her face as she hurried towards the bottom of the bed. She lay herself down and tried to steady her breathing. Her limbs shook and her head throbbed with the now added pressure of crying. “I am going to begin. You will be given 6 straps for lying to me. Again, you will count aloud. If you miss one, then we will need to start again. Do you understand Sub?” He asked as he ran the belt across his palm. He heard her answer in a hushed voice, and took in her lush ass and the beautiful curve of her back. He wished he could have spent more time drinking in the sight of her. Enjoying the sound of the leather as it whipped through the air and made contact with her ass, but he knew she was already in pain and wanted to complete this part of the punishment so that he could wrap her in his arms and take her back to bed. He snapped his wrist and watched the first strip bloom read upon her milky white ass. “One Sir. Thank you Sir” she cried out loud He snapped the leather again, aiming just under the first strip. “Two Sir, thank you” she cried again. The third wack landed on the underside of her ass and he watched her raise up on her toes as she cried out in pain before announcing “three Sir, thank you”. the fourth and fifth strike peppered across her now red ass. She was wreathing on the bed and sobbing now. “This is the last one, my love and then we are done” he said. With that he raised his arm and brought the last strap down hard across the middle of her ass. She screamed loudly before mumbling her final count. Her muscle trembled with the effort to not curl into a ball away from the pain. Her cheeks were splotchy red and parts of her hair were stuck to the side of her face, soaked with her tears. She never looked more beautiful to him. She was broken down again, and in that rubble he was able to pluck her battered body and carry it away to the place which they had built together. A place where she trusted him with her heart, body and soul. He threw his belt to the floor and gathered her into his arms. She sobbed into his chest how sorry she was and that she didnt know why she had broken his trust. He soothed her words away, reminding her that with the last strap the slate was now wiped clean. He laid her down upon the bed and pulled the covers over her weary body and then quickly went to the bathroom to fetch the medication that would render her unconscious and take the pain of the migraine with it. He filled a cup with water and hurried back to her. Her sobbing had now stopped and her body now trembled with the shuddering breaths that often have after a melt down. He helped raise her body and brought the pills and water to her mouth. He ensured that she had swallowed both before placing the glass of water on the bedside table beside his partially finished breakfast, and climbed in beside her. He gathered her to his chest and rubbed his hands through her hair and murmured words of love and affection as he felt her body slowly begin to relax and fall into a deep sleep. He closed his eyes again and took in the feel of her warm body against him. Once again things felt right in his world. He knew that she would awaken a little bit groggy, sore from the strapping, and with a renewed focus on their relationship. That she would redouble her efforts to meet the requirements he had set in those first few days, and with his guiding hand together they would achieve their dreams. The end Well if you are reading this you are a rock star and deserve a gold star as You made it to the end. Thanks for reading Lisa Mac |
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2/24/2021 12:28 pm |
I like the way you articulate and express yourself. It's indicative of an intelligent mind. That's something I'm always attracted to. I think you show a lot of real potential. I think a strong dominant would help your focus and keep you on track. Sometimes when what we want is within reach we're hesitant and indesisive because what we dream of can be made real. Take a small leap of faith and see what happens....Rick
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Hmmm I like this.... never thought of that. Thank you
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I, too, have thought about writing a book. [No problem with getting it published because I own a small publishing company.] But I dragged my feet, never made any real progress with the ms and now, at age 77, it's too late because writing a decent book takes effort. Plus, I am lousy at internet marketing so I stopped trying to sell my book on Amazon.com. But I should have persisted because the price of stolen copies of my booked eventually spiked at $199. There's an old adage 'When the going gets tough, the tough get going'. But I like my version better. "When the going gets tough the tough get going. But the smart ones change direction." You now have my g-mail addy. I'd love to correspond privately.
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