Master just looked right into my mind, read all my thoughts and frankly, it scares me a little.
He wanted to come in my mouth and while I knew I would be very happy to serve him and be used for any purpose he desired, and besides I wasn't getting out of it ... I still had this little tickle of resistance in my mind that perhaps I'd be happier just sitting around with my coffee doing nothing.
Not that that was an option.
Don't tell me you've never felt that way, to the other long time slaves, my friends!
I wouldn't believe it anyway.
I didn't SAY that of course, and was careful in every single action and look to be as pleasing as possible, and to do everything he told me to do. I took the laptop up to the bedroom, and was just getting my collar on (the leather one, generally required unless he takes me by surprise) when he came in.
He told me to get in position, and caned me, and told me he could see my resistant thoughts, though I had done nothing wrong. I admitted my thoughts, of course, but said mainly I just wanted to please him, which is also true. It was kind of one of those want/don't want situations. And then the misery stick came out. All those little resistant places were smacked the heck out of me. I was all softened up, compliant and extra-super eager to please. The backs of my calves are especially sensitive.
This peering into my head though, it is just a little bit scary, no?
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