Sunday, May 11, 2014

Where is that rulebook?

I hyperventilated.  

The paddle had left it's painful impression on my backside.  Master had rolled me over and was flicking my nipples over and over.  My breathing told him what was going on in my mind better than I could ever express.  

"Shhhhh now, it's ok.  We're all done now.   Shhhhhh." He stroked my wild and tangled hair out of my face.  It was all wrapped in and around the leather strap he was using as both a gag and a restraint.

I calmed my breathing, looking up at him with a mixture of "Please don't do that again, it really hurts", and "Please don't be done yet" in my eyes.  He knew exactly what I was thinking, which for some reason still always surprises me.

Then he began flicking my nipples again.  Turns out he wasn't done at all.  Not even close. 

I don't think he's allowed to trick me like that?  I'm sure it must be in the rule book somewhere on the "Most definitely not allowed" page.  

If only I could find it.  The rulebook, that is.

8 comments:

  1. When you find a rule book I want to borrow it....

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    1. I think it is a myth invented by wishful slaves and subs.

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  2. Rule book? LOL. The "most definitely not allowed" page follows the "things that are unfair" page.

    Hugs,
    joey

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  3. i think the problem is that there are actually two rule books. The slave's one is as you've imagined, but the Master's one only as one page in it - 'do as you please' or something like that!

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  4. i think the problem is that there are actually two rule books. The slave's one is as you've imagined, but the Master's one only as one page in it - 'do as you please' or something like that!

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  5. Hahhaha, yep!

    I have promised to "be his bitch in all things" (part of our contract), so I suppose this falls under that bit.

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  6. Ha Ha..love mc kittten's answer...guess that explains why i have never found it either.
    hugs abby

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