Bondage Blog

Bondage on the bed, a strapping with the leather belt, some rough sex — these are the rewards of the slavegirl with the attitude problem:

For the last several days, I have been getting warnings from Master that I need to watch my mouth, that I needed to cool the attitude. I knew he was serious in his warnings but still, I didn’t really stop.

He told me Monday morning that I needed to be reminded of my place, and advised me that I would be getting 15 lashes w/ the belt… I was also advised that IF i didn’t cool it then it would get worse. Well, as of last nite it was 20.

I was told by Master that he would be over, so I came home to the apartment, cooked, straightened up, took a bath, et cetera. Aand when he arrived he had said several things to me and well needless to say my attitude was less than plesant and most certainly not slave-like. Finally he shot me a look and I knew I was in trouble.

He undid his belt, took the strings from his boots and proceeded to tie then around each wrist. He led me to the bed and removed my shirt, my bra — and I was pushed facedown on the bed, my wrists spread to either side and tied to the bedframe. Then he went to the other room. I could hear him in my drawers, the closet. When I asked what he was doing I was told not to worry about it. He returned w/ a blindfold and 2 other belts, placed the blindfold on my eyes — and jerked my pants off.

He then proceeded to tie my feet spread eagle to either side of the bed frame. I whined, moaned that it hurt. His responce was: “aww.. is the baby uncomfortable.. now we wouldn’t want the little baby to hurt would we?”

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He shoved his hard cock in my mouth and I sucked until I couldn’t breathe. I got 3 smacks with the belt while I was taking his cock, then more. I was expected to keep count — and thankfully I did.

He buried himself inside of my dripping wet pussy many times, but always stopped to smack a few more times. I cried — so hard — I was so loud that he put his hand over my mouth, told me to be quiet.
He then climbed on top of me again; while fucking me in the ass he remined me that I was not in charge, that I was his, that I needed to remember to start taking my frustration and attitude on those who deserve it. And yes: he IS right.

We both came, so hard. After he came, I got the last lashing with the belt. My Master so painfully reminded me that it is HIM who knows best for me.

He then got into the shower. I got in with him. He told me to wash his cock, and I did with so much love. I was bowed before him and knew this is where I belong. He then picked me up from my knees and proceeded to bath me, washing my hair, my face, my body, my ass that he had just smacked. He held me under the water and kissed me so sweetly, so full of love — it was a moment that I will forever cherish.