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| Forgotten Promises |
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It was after 9 p.m. on a Friday night, and they sat separately upon the couch watching TV. He got up and fetched His own hot tea and tried to think what felt so wrong, so empty. There was a time when she would not ever sit on the couch, but happily at His feet, often with His fingers entwined in her long hair. He surely would not have been allowed to get up and get something from the kitchen – that was her kingdom and she relished caring for Him. He wondered: What happened? When did their relationship change? He was her “Master” and she, His “slave.” The mere thought almost made Him laugh and cry at the same time. Maybe the past 3 years had torn down what they built together. Maybe they had forgotten the promises they once made to each other. He was sad for that loss. He wondered if it was too late to retrieve the excitement and passion they once knew. Maybe it was time to find out.
She got up at 10 p.m., kissed His forehead and put her own teacup in the sink, leaving His right on the coffee table. She walked up the stairs to shower and then headed to bed, as she had done for far too many months.
He entered their room and watched her sleep for several minutes, thinking about where He wanted this to go. He knew they were both to blame. He failed her as much as He allowed her to fail Him – but He would change that and change it soon. What they had was too important not to. She was awakened abruptly from her sleep as she felt the covers being pulled off her. She struggled in her sleepiness to hold on to the blankets and when her eyes finally opened she saw Him standing next to her at the side of the bed with a look in His eyes she had not seen in a long time. “What's wrong?” She sat up in bed. Oh how much she had forgotten! How much He had excused in the years they were together. He reached down, took a handful of her hair and pulled her to a full-seated position. Her eyes opened wide, still not sure of what was happening. Her hand went up to His where He held her hair tightly, as if she would pry His fingers away. “Don’t you dare,” was all He said. She sat motionless. Staring. He knew He now had her full attention.
“Pet? I am not sure exactly where we got off track but you have been so remiss in adhering to the rules you once had, as I have been remiss in reinforcing them, so let me refresh your memory.” He began pulling and ripping off the nightgown she wore. “Wait! What are you doing? Stop!” she yelled, but He did not stop until her gown was lying mostly in shreds on their bedroom floor. “You don’t wear this to bed, Pet. You don’t wear anything.” Her face grew hot and red with anger, but He didn’t care. He pressed on. She watched Him unzip His pants and He grabbed her hair again and forced her mouth onto His cock. “This is how you begin each day, Pet, and end each night – or have you forgotten?” He held her in place until she stopped fighting and began to suck. She had no choice. “Good girl. Much better.” He would not seek release from her tonight: only remind her of the rules. He left her red-faced and speechless, not to mention naked, as He walked away and got Himself ready for bed. He soon returned to her sitting silently under the covers and told her to get out of bed. She did as He asked, still looking rather defiant. “Now go get me the wooden paddle from my bag, Pet.” “Sir? Please, no! It is late, and I hate that thing!” “Now Pet, you do not want me to have to ask you again.” She did as He asked and returned with the black wooden paddle. He was pleased to hear her call Him Sir again, and even more pleased to see that familiar, rather panicked look in her eyes. She certainly didn’t look quite so defiant anymore. He had all her restraints on the bed, and as He held out the wrist restraint she obediently gave Him her arm, and then the next, and finally each ankle. He finished with her leather collar and leash. “Put your hands behind your head Pet, and listen. You have been neglectful of your job as my slave, and I have been slack in reminding you. But that will all end now. Now, put your hands on the bed. I know this paddle will help remind you not to be neglectful.” “Please.....please! I hate that thing....Please don’t!” “Shhhhh, Pet. The only thing I will hear is, 'Thank you, Master.' Any other phrase and I will begin again at ONE. Don't test me, Pet, or getting to 20 will take a long time.” “TWENTY?!” With that, He pushed her face down on the bed and began. He was amazed at her silence. She must have known He was serious. At whack number 9, He heard her crying. “Did you say something, Pet?” She shook her head violently and He continued with the hated paddle. He did not ease on the blows. He wanted this to be painfully memorable. “18...19...” Her sobs were pretty pathetic now and He heard, “No...please no...no more...” “What? Did you just say something? Do I need to begin at ONE again?” She broke. She fell to her knees in desperation, knowing He would indeed begin again. “Please – no, Master. Thank you Master....thank you.” “Stand up. You have one more to go.” He almost felt bad counting number 20, but He did and made it the hardest out of all of them. She could not contain her tears. She climbed onto the bed and clutched the blanket. He was glad to see the child in her again; now He would find the slave. “You know, my slave, it was an honor to be invited into this bed at one time, but you have treated it as your right. It is not your right, so out!” He pulled on her leash and she stood at the foot of the bed. “Sir? Where will I sleep?” “Right there. You are, after all, my Pet.” He pointed to the floor at the foot of the bed. “Down!” She knelt and then curled onto the floor as He attached her leash around the foot of the bed, her wrists to the leash and her ankles to each other. She lay there naked in disbelief that He would leave her there with no pillow and no blanket. He climbed into bed and the light went out. “‘Night my Pet. Sleep well.” She lay there without a clue to how she felt. Was it anger? At Him? At herself? She struggled to get comfortable. She was cold and sore and miserable and did not know how long it took her to fall asleep that night.
He awoke to find her almost under the bed frame, obviously seeking warmth. Her ass still had red streaks from the previous night. He felt like an ogre, but He knew she would learn and they would both be happier for it. He tapped her with His foot and she stirred, forgetting where she was. She tried to get up but could not, and realized she was still restrained to the foot of the bed. He knelt down bedside her and released her arms and legs and stood in front of her. “Pet, your mouth is used in order to please me, as the last thing each night, and the first thing each morning. Now show me.” She hungrily attacked Him. It already felt different than the night before and He could not hold back and released Himself into her mouth. She did not miss a drop, even searching for more.
The next night she waited for Him in bed, naked and ready to please Him. “Get the paddle for me,” was His response. Her eyes dropped and her heart ached, but she did as He asked. He placed her restraints on, then her collar and finally her leash, which he held as she pleasured Him. He left her wanting more and told her to stand and lean over the bed. She was crying even before He hit her. But He did hit her – 20 times with the wooden paddle, just as He did the previous night, only this time she sobbed quietly into the bed. And when He counted 20 she replied, “Thank you, Master.” He attached her to the foot of the bed and she said nothing. He slept almost as miserably as she did. He missed her in His bed, but she had to learn: learn not to expect, but to be grateful. That morning she awoke to find a pillow under her head and a blanket over her. She was sore and stiff but must have slept better. When He released her restraints she thanked Him for the comforts and began to suck Him, again, enjoying each drop He gave her. Life is good again, He thought. He saw it in her eyes despite her days of agony and anguish. She, too, needed Him to make good on their promises once forgotten, just as much as He did.
He was busy the third night. Endless phone calls from work and computer snags delayed their usual bedtime. She was in such a quandary. She waited patiently on the floor near the couch after already clearing the evening teacups. He knew she waited for Him, knew she was aware of her duties to please Him before retiring. “Just a moment,” He told the caller on the phone. “Pet? I will be a bit longer. You may go to sleep now. You really are a good girl,” and He hugged and kissed her. He worked for a few more hours before getting Himself up the stairs for bed. A dim light was on in their bedroom. His heart ached at the devotion this woman had. He knew what they shared was so special. Her only desire was to please Him. He was clear about that now. There she lay, curled into a naked ball on the floor, her own restraints self-applied, her leash around the foot of their bed, her ankles bound together, and all without even affording herself the luxury as He did the previous night of a pillow or blanket. And beside her lay the dreaded wooden paddle ready for His use. Her ass was still reddened from the previous two nights of discipline. He lifted the paddle, held it for a moment looking at His target, but instead, placed it back in the closet. He undid her restraints – all except the worn leather collar with a heart that bore His name. He took His property to His bed – their bed. He knew this is what they both needed and what He would not ever allow to slip away from them again. He promised this to Himself. They both deserved that. He fell asleep with her curled in His arms, her perfumed hair intoxicating Him. Master and slave slept better than they had in a very long time.
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