When There's Nothing to Believe In

Still you're coming back

You're running back for more...

Thursday morning, after enema, shower and even dressing Master said it was time to pay the penalty for a few demerits mouse had accrued. It had been a difficult week, fatigued and mentally feeling stretched thin. Master felt it was best to nip this new set of behaviors in the bud before they became out of control or mouse became too complacent about them. Naturally feeling crushed by this, even though she was well aware of the lines she had crossed, somehow convinced herself that He understood them and wouldn't hold her accountable for them. Leaning against the bathtub, Master used the cane and leather strap on the slave's bottom until she was certain it glowed in the dark. There were tears and pleadings and more than a few muffled screams as she called out the numbers, but more than that there was deep pangs of disappointment that she again failed.

Through sniffles and cries mouse begged His forgiveness -- His absolution for her failings. The distress she felt was so real that in retrospect it had to appear over-dramatic as she kissed His feet. He graciously absolved mouse but also warned that if the behaviors continue, the punishment next time will be more harsh. Fresh tears fell and more kisses of relief were bestowed on His feet. His cock smelled so good as mouse kissed that too before Master tucked it away from her view and into His trousers. "Naughty slave." He muttered as she bent herself over again to allow for the plug. He did say when He travels in a few weeks, this plug only mouse may touch to insert it and remove it for enemas, but Master added the caveat that she must send a text message to Him before she touches it.

So far, since then mouse has tried to be more mindful about getting enough rest, even if it means going to bed earlier and before Master. He doesn't want a terse slave and He doesn't want to punish for things like this. He'd rather save His energies for play and not punishment.