Punishments

Awhile back, just after my Master returned, he told me that I was no longer allowed to pleasure myself! Admittedly I found this very hard to do as he has always encouraged me to do so. He knows how much I love touching myself; especially at night…it helps to lull me to sleep. He expressed that he didn’t find that I craved him as lustfully as I had in the past, and that was when he told me the punishment I would be under until he decided otherwise. He suggested that perhaps it would make me a more lustful slave.

It took me awhile, but I finally accomplished what I thought was the impossible. Yes, I still fondle myself, but I stop just on the brink of coming. I do find that I twist, and turn in my sleep more, and that all I do is dream of him. I mean I have always dreamt of him, but now my dreams have taken on a darker, more sinister tone. I dream of him doing unspeakable thinks to me. I do try my best not to rehash my dreams during the day, but when I am about him I find it next to impossible.

I even daydream about the time when we stayed at Mistress Ostia’s house in Port Cos. The light from the tre moons spilled through the windows, and he took his time being gentle with me, and even told me that he loved me. Of course I‘m sure he wouldn't even remember the night, or wouldn’t admit to it if he did. I swear I walked around on cloud nine for a month.

Just the other day I was given a message to pass on to him about the things there were salvaged from the fire at the apartment. He look very intensely involved in his work at the moment, so I decided to wait until he looked up. The problem was that as I watched him the message slipped my mind because I was thinking of the dream I had of him the night before. Consequently, when I did remember to pass the message on to him, he was highly displease with me. I was paddled until my whole body shook, and I was red from the crook of my knees up to the curve of my ass. The back of my thighs were quivering, my flesh was on fire, and the red welts throbbed with each pulsing of my blood through my veins.

I thought he would never stop! The pain was so blinding that my mind slipped into a place where there was nothingness. When I tried to cry out in pain he covered my mouth hard, and told me to think of the neighbors. Yet, when he was done, I found myself blushing at how wet, and aroused I was, and I begging for him to fuck me. He instead sent me to sit in the corner, and think about what I had done.

This crushed me! Not because he didn’t do as I had begged, but because I had displeased him with my actions. I had a long time to sit and ponder my mistake. From now on whenever a message is given to me to pass on to him, I will write it down. And, it will be detailed, and I will ask questions if there is anything more that he might need to know about.



I have been his slave scribe for almost six En’Vars, and still I am learning. I will spend the rest of my life learning what pleases him. Even after all this time I feel as if I did the first time I realized that I love him.

Indescribably bliss.