The night of my first spanking, I lay there almost lifeless in my bed. I was still horny. I picked up my phone and sent a message to my Dom.
CAN I TOUCH MYSELF, SIR?
He replied back: "NO. AND I WANT YOU TO TELL ME ABOUT YOUR FIRST SPANKING IN YOUR NEXT BLOG."
"YES SIR," I typed and hit send.
My Dom was very firm in giving his commands. But somewhere deep down in my subconscious mind, it turned me on. It was his job to lay down the rules and my job to follow them.
Although my warm nest pleaded for some attention, I couldn't touch it. I was aching for some penetration. I lay there in my bed, rubbing my legs together until the feeling went away.
A few hours later, I checked in with my Dom by sending him a message. Sitting in my inbox was an unread message from my Dom with a subject heading that read: CONTRACT.
I ran my mouse over the message and opened it. I skimmed the first page and scrolled all the way down to the last word. I trembled. It was seven pages long and contained legal jargon that changed my mood. I sat up in my bed, rubbed the sleep from my eyes, crossed my legs in an Indian style position and began reading the contract.
The sub agrees to submit to the Dom's every desire. If the sub refuses to obey the Dom, she is at risk of punishment.
I couldn't believe my eyes. I kept reading...
He may hurt her without reason to please Himself. The sub enjoys the right to cry, scream or beg, but accepts the fact that these heartfelt expressions will not affect her treatment. Further, she accepts that if her Dom tires of her noise, He may gag her or take other actions to silence her.
My eyes left the page as my mind took a trip to outer space. I began to imagine the worst case scenario of what my punishment could look like. It couldn't get any worse than what I experienced earlier that day at Lenox Square Mall... or could it?
I continued to read the remainder of the contract. My worries escaped me when I read the part about what I should expect from my Dom.
The Dom agrees to care for the sub, to arrange for the safety and well-being of the sub, as long as He owns the sub. The Dom also accepts the commitment to treat the sub properly, to train the sub, punish the sub, love the sub, and use the sub as He sees fit.
Despite the fact that I was at risk of being punished for not doing as I was told by my Dom, I took comfort in knowing that my Dom would love and care for me. If I was to receive punishment, I knew it was only designed to bring me deeper into submission and not to cause me any harm. I closed my laptop and drifted off into a deep sleep.
...to be continued (keep reading)
Copyright 2014 Danielle Leach All Rights Reserved
CAN I TOUCH MYSELF, SIR?
He replied back: "NO. AND I WANT YOU TO TELL ME ABOUT YOUR FIRST SPANKING IN YOUR NEXT BLOG."
"YES SIR," I typed and hit send.
My Dom was very firm in giving his commands. But somewhere deep down in my subconscious mind, it turned me on. It was his job to lay down the rules and my job to follow them.
Although my warm nest pleaded for some attention, I couldn't touch it. I was aching for some penetration. I lay there in my bed, rubbing my legs together until the feeling went away.
A few hours later, I checked in with my Dom by sending him a message. Sitting in my inbox was an unread message from my Dom with a subject heading that read: CONTRACT.
I ran my mouse over the message and opened it. I skimmed the first page and scrolled all the way down to the last word. I trembled. It was seven pages long and contained legal jargon that changed my mood. I sat up in my bed, rubbed the sleep from my eyes, crossed my legs in an Indian style position and began reading the contract.
The sub agrees to submit to the Dom's every desire. If the sub refuses to obey the Dom, she is at risk of punishment.
I couldn't believe my eyes. I kept reading...
He may hurt her without reason to please Himself. The sub enjoys the right to cry, scream or beg, but accepts the fact that these heartfelt expressions will not affect her treatment. Further, she accepts that if her Dom tires of her noise, He may gag her or take other actions to silence her.
My eyes left the page as my mind took a trip to outer space. I began to imagine the worst case scenario of what my punishment could look like. It couldn't get any worse than what I experienced earlier that day at Lenox Square Mall... or could it?
I continued to read the remainder of the contract. My worries escaped me when I read the part about what I should expect from my Dom.
The Dom agrees to care for the sub, to arrange for the safety and well-being of the sub, as long as He owns the sub. The Dom also accepts the commitment to treat the sub properly, to train the sub, punish the sub, love the sub, and use the sub as He sees fit.
Despite the fact that I was at risk of being punished for not doing as I was told by my Dom, I took comfort in knowing that my Dom would love and care for me. If I was to receive punishment, I knew it was only designed to bring me deeper into submission and not to cause me any harm. I closed my laptop and drifted off into a deep sleep.
...to be continued (keep reading)
Copyright 2014 Danielle Leach All Rights Reserved
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