As I woke up and got showered at Master J’s on Sunday morning, he asked if I would go and get his Sunday paper for him. I agreed, and he proceeded to pull out of the drawer of the dresser one of my slinkiest and most sexy night-dresses. I inquired what that was for, and he proceeded to tell me that it would be what I was to wear to fetch his paper.
To put it into context, the past few weeks, since we returned from holiday, we have both had hectic schedules and haven’t spent too much time together – hence me falling very much behind on my daily blow job duties. Even after giving my best catch-up efforts on Saturday, I was still 9 behind as we awoke on Sunday. So on Saturday night he had told me that I’d be making extra efforts to catch up this week, but whatever the backlog was by Friday, the slate would be wiped clean, but in punishment of failing in my responsibilities and duties, I’d have to be extra obedient this week and accept a series of more challenging tasks, more revealing outfits, and more slutty behaviour.
I knew it was a punishment I deserved, as I am fully aware that the completion of my daily blow job duty is fully my responsibility and I should always make the effort to ensure it’s success, no matter what schedule conflicts we have.
My punishment started on the Saturday night as J used a new toy on me – a flogger – which is a multi-tassled whip type of item. He flogged both my ass cheeks hard and repetitively until they were bright red and raw, but before any blood was drawn. The pain was quite bad, and I had tears in my eyes as I begged for lenience.
As regular blog readers will know, pain doesn’t play a major part in our relationship, and it’s certainly not my favourite thing. But I understand it’s relevance and significance, and accept it as punishment where it’s deemed fit.
After he’s gotten me to beg for him to stop and beg to be used by his wonderful cock, he proceeded to use my body and all available holes for his pleasure. Anal was particularly uncomfortable on this occasion due to my flogging, but even still, not quite as bad as when he took me from behind, his hips pounding my abused ass cheeks hard and fast with every thrust. We certainly didn’t “make love”, it was a “fuck” pure and simple. But still, I welcomed being used by his magnificent tool and giving him pleasure.
Onto Sunday morning, and the nightdress he pulled out from the dresser was blue and black, sheer in parts and lacy in others, my nipples just about visible through the lacy top, sheer at all other areas, and literally only just covering my ass and pussy in length. I put it on, added a pair of my highest heels as instructed, tied my hair up and put on a bit of lippy, so I looked presentable, but not over-done, as I was going out in my nightdress after all! I added my short tie-around-the-waist coat to my ensemble, before Master J removed the tie, gave me some money and sent me on my way. It was a five minute walk to the shop, my coat didn’t do up and the wind made it difficult for me to hold it shut. And once at the shop I had to let my coat go to pick up and pay for my items, giving the shopkeeper quite the shock as he stared at the scantily clad blonde in front of him as I forced a smile and handed over the money. I walked back home, still in the same predicament, only carrying a loaf of bread, a bottle of milk, and a newspaper (I was instructed not to get a bag), making it all the harder to hold my coat closed.
I received a few second glance looks and stares from the few people who were out as I walked what seemed like the longest road in the world to get home.
I was embarrassed by the situation, but the growing dampness between my legs showed my true colours. I couldn’t wait to get home and thank Master J for setting me such an exciting and exhilarating challenge! :-)
But I knew the coming week was going to be a bit of a challenge for me, although now instead of dreading it like I was kind of doing hours earlier, I could almost say I was looking forward to finding out what it may entail.
