The Punishment

Sunday 14:59 Dom –
Has he accepted?

Sunday 15:00 sub –
Yes, this is going to be awful

Sunday 15:00 Dom –
That’s why it’s called punishment. You may take your coat off now. Don’t forget pics. Xxx

“Could I have a bowl. An old one you don’t want anymore,” she said.
While Paul started rummaging through a cupboard, Frankie unbuttoned her coat with stiff, fumbling fingers. She shrugged it off, and stood naked except for her suspender belt, heels and stockings. One of them had a ladder in, just above the knee. She stood rigidly, head turned to one side, away from Paul.
“What the fuck?!” he said.
Frankie knew he meant the courgettes. Wordlessly, she took the old plastic jug out of his hands. He was staring, mouth hanging slightly open, eyes jumping from her tits to her cunt and back again. She reached down and slid the first one out of her, licking her own juices from the skin before dropping it in the jug. She removed the second one from her arse, barely licked it once and it joined the other in the jug. Paul said nothing, but he was breathing quickly.
Moving fast now, Frankie tipped the contents of the jug into the bin. Fuck. She hadn’t taken any pics yet. Once again she got her phone out of her coat, her fingers shaking so much that she sent her owner a blank text by mistake.

Sunday 15:11 Dom –
You just sent a blank text

Sunday 15:12 sub –
I know im in such a state of nerves im having trouble txting properly. Ive done the courgettes in the bowl I cant bear to look at him watching me

Fuck punctuation, fuck spelling properly. This was a situation where commas and capital letters just didn’t matter anymore.

Sunday 15:14 Dom –
If Paul sticks to the rules and don’t step out of line I may let him witness you being flogged next time you need punishment. What’s happening now?

Sunday 15:15 Dom –
You don’t have to look. Keep going, you can do it. Xxx

“We need to go to the bathroom for this bit,” Frankie said, surprised at how normal her voice sounded. The pegs! Nearly forgot that bit. She got them out of her coat pocket, and followed Paul down a narrow passage, her movements jerky and graceless. The bathroom was, like the kitchen, neat and almost sterile. Nothing out of place, no bottles of shampoo or a stray razor on the side of the gleaming bath, everything in soothing shades of pastel green. The act she was about to commit would violate this orderly, tranquil place.

Sunday 15:17 Dom –
I’ve changed my mind. You will look him in the eye from now on. Xxx

Frankie stood in the shower cubicle. She lifted the jug up underneath her cunt, willing herself to pee. Nothing doing. If only Paul would leave her alone for this bit! She looked at him. He was rubbing his cock through his jeans, his eyes never leaving her body. She eventually managed to pee a little, hearing the sound of a belt being unbuckled. She felt sick as she set the jug down carefully and picked the clothes pegs up. The pain as they bit down on her nipples was huge, but she knew that it would be nothing to the pain she’d feel when she removed them. She had the nasty feeling she was supposed to have put them on before peeing in the jug, but it was too late now. She took a moment to compose herself before pegging her tongue. Time to text.

Sunday 15:24 sub –
Please don’t make me look at him please I beg you he taken his trousers off now. Am about to drink piss not easy with a peg on my tongue

Sunday 15:25 Dom –
You will look him in the eye as you drink your piss & as it spill out your mouth onto your body, and continue to do so as he wanks and cums over you. I want you humiliated like never before. Xxx

Sunday 15:25 sub –
Ok as you wish im trying so hard to keep myself together right now

Sunday 15:26 Dom –
Good slave. Make me proud. Xxx

Paul was leaning in the doorway. Naked. Playing with his erection. Blocking her only escape route. She wished her owner was here, felt a sudden anger that he wasn’t. What if things went wrong? What if Paul got too excited and didn’t stop when he was supposed to? How could he put her in a potentially dangerous situation like this? She used the anger to fuel her resolve to complete the task. She’d count the emotional cost later. The photos! Paul hadn’t taken any yet, and she wasn’t suffering through this for nothing. She slid her phone across the carpet to him.
“Get some good pics, please.” The words came out with difficulty. Talking with a peg on your tongue wasn’t easy.
Frankie raised the jug to her lips. She tried not to think of what she was drinking. Images of shipwrecked sailors and lost desert travellers came to mind. They had to drink their own piss when there was no water. Didn’t they say that urine was clean? At least it was her own. Most of it spilled out of her mouth and down over her breasts. The warmth was not unpleasant, and it didn’t taste as vile as she’d thought it would. Frankie put the jug down, and removed the peg on her tongue. This is the last bit, she told herself. Just get through it.
Paul put her phone down and stepped in the shower, but not before he’d rinsed away the piss on the floor of the cubicle. Fastidious to the last. Hopefully he’d be careful not to touch her in case he got any on him. Frankie knelt with difficulty, pressed tightly into the corner. She shut her eyes, until she remembered she had to keep them open. She focused on the plughole in the bottom of the basin. Anything other than look at Paul, who’s cock was uncomfortably near her face. Is this how prostitutes feel? She wondered. Probably. Except they would demand a good deal of money to do the things she had today. She was doing it for nothing other than the approval and affection of her owner – and her own stubbornness, her refusal to give in no matter what.
Paul’s right hand was stroking the shaft of his cock, his breathing heavy.
“Dirty little bitch,” he said, his hand moving faster. “You’d just love to have this in you, wouldn’t you?”
Afraid, Frankie said nothing. She jumped and recoiled when she felt a hand brush her left tit. He touched me! He’s not supposed to! She fought against the urge to push him away and run. Something warm hit her neck, and began running down her tit. She forced herself to remain still as the rest of his spunk splattered against her shoulder and neck. It was over.

Sunday 15:43 sub –
Im out of there now. It’s done. Am in the woods near his place. I need 5 minutes to get my head straight. He wanted to take me home but I can’t stand to be near him right now. I have some cum on my neck and in my hair. I’m covered in my own piss and I’m in a daze. You did totally humiliate me, but I did it to please you.

Sunday 15:44 Dom –
Thank you for doing your punishment so well. Take your five minutes then text & tell me what happened from drinking to leaving & how you feel. Xxx

Sunday 16:06 sub –
I think I spilled more down me than I managed to swallow. I had to kneel down in the shower to do it. He tried to touch my tit at one point when he was wanking. Then he cum and it was over. I got my coat and left He thinks me and you are fucking crazy. I feel awful, really cheap and nasty and ashamed. Yet part of me is so pleased I managed to do it. Xxx

Sunday 16:08 Dom –
I am very, very pleased with you & proud too. He say anything else? He tried to touch you so he won’t be used again. Are you on the bus home now?

Sunday 16:20 sub –
Waiting for the bus. I’m so tired all of a sudden. Can’t wait to get home and in the bath. I’m glad you’re pleased with me. He said it was wrong and fucked up, but it turned him on and he wanted me to come back and do it again for him in a few days. I told him no, that I belong to you, and I certainly didn’t do it for his pleasure.

Sunday 16:23 Dom –
Good girl. You’ll feel better once you’re in the bath & clean. The tiredness is likely to be the drop in adrenalin. Well done. I’m delighted. If you can get through that you can get through anything. Was his initial reaction shocked or surprised? Did he comment when you took them out your cunt & arse or when you drank? Xxx

Sunday 16:38 sub –
He was shocked at first, then he got turned on. He couldn’t believe I came over with courgettes up myself. He got horny when he watched me drink my own piss. I wish he hadn’t touched me, it makes my skin crawl to think of it. Nearly home now, glad the bus is almost empty. Xxx

Sunday 16:50 Dom –
Well done. I know how hard it was for you, that’s why it was punishment and not a task. Just the painful bit to get through now. On Thursday it will be full on pain as punishment. No holding back or allowances. Flogger, crop & belt in sets of 36. Xxx

Frankie let herself in to her house. It was freezing, but she couldn’t even summon the energy required to light the gas fire. Instead she huddled up on the sofa for a while, waiting for the water to heat up enough for a bath. In the end she couldn’t wait any longer to scrub the smell of piss from her body, to rid herself of Paul’s cum. She knew it was only her imagination, but it seemed to itch and burn her skin where it had landed, like some corrosive and deadly substance. The water was lukewarm, and she shivered uncontrollably, but eventually she felt clean again.
Downstairs, she re read her owner’s last text. This she could deal with, and the idea of him inflicting such pain on her was thrilling and erotic. The pain itself would be huge and monstrous, very hard to handle at the time, and it scared her as well as turned her on. The marks she’d be left with would be beautiful – red stripes against her pale skin to start with, replaced by livid dark purple bruises that would gradually fade down to greeny blue and pale yellow. Every time she looked at them, or caught her leg against something and felt a twinge of pain from them, she would think of her owner again, and how he’d left his mark on her.

Sunday 17:30 sub –
I know you will make me suffer. I understand, and although I’m scared I’m determined to endure it for you.

Sunday 17:31 Dom –
That’s my girl Xxx

Sunday 17:46 Dom
Hope you are still viewing today as a positive step forward. With your new status of slave you no longer have daily tasks, from now on, you will be tasked only when I really wish something. Tasks will range from pleasure for you to total humiliation as today. As a slave, refusal is not an option. Refusal will bring dismissal. Do you understand & agree? Xxx

Refusal is not an option. Refusal will bring dismissal. Frankie could not get rid of these words from her head. If she was to do this, then the only limit to what he might require her to do was his own imagination, and that was vast. Even if she did all these things - jumped through his metaphorical flaming hoops, so to speak – no matter how well she did them, or what it cost her emotionally or psychologically, all of that would count for nothing with him if she faltered once and said she couldn’t do something. What was the point? She felt cheated. Why had she just gone through that ordeal for him if at some stage he was planning on getting rid of her anyway? She wished she’d known before, but it was too late now. Maybe it had always been too late. Real D/s wasn’t fun all the time. Slavery wasn’t meant to be taken lightly. The truth of it was pain, suffering and tears. Lots of tears. It was fucking, sucking, multiple orgasms, welts, agony, bruises that took weeks to heal, ecstasy, limbs cramped and screaming for release from their restraints, incredible highs and unimaginable lows. It wasn’t the stylised, sanitised version of it – Sane, Safe and Consensual was the phrase bandied about a great deal – the acceptable, user friendly face of sadomasochism for the internet generation. Yet for all that, the rewards were massive, the bonds stronger and more intense than even the most passionate vanilla pairing. Each partner saw the other one’s shadow side, and embraced it. Frankie was willing to risk all for this and become his willing slave. Maybe this driving force deep within her was all consuming, and would lead to her eventual self destruction, but she never felt more alive and existing purely in the moment than when she gave him her suffering and it pleased him, when he demanded that she drop to her knees and suck his cock, when he inflicted terrible pain on her, or when he held her close and safe afterwards. This was her reality, and she would live it while she could.

Sunday 18:07 sub –
I understand, and agree. Xxx