I have a task. It’s fairly new, instituted at the end of January. And I was given a “pass” for several weeks while I was really sick. But I’m not really sick anymore, in fact, nearly recovered.
I forgot the task. Oh. Fuck.
Monday night I’m supposed to have a half-O, to be edged to the point of twitching and total distraction. The idea, aside from giving Him pleasure at my needy pussy, is to make my Tuesday orgasm even more intense. So it’s a good-bad thing, you know?
But I forgot the task.
And I told Him, last night, on a night I was supposed to be enjoying my pussy to the fullest. I will have a punishment tonight (two half-O’s, the first with the small anal plug, the second with the larger one)…which I of course deserve.
But the thing that made me shake in my boots was this. His voice drops, gets silky. It makes me hot, and wet, and horny, and scares me too. Imagine that, that just the smallest change in the tone of his voice can do that?
“Did someone forget who’s in charge here?” He says. I think for a moment that my heart just stopped beating. And then it beats like crazy.
“Uhm…kind of? It’s been a long while and…”
“Did someone forget who’s in charge here?” He repeats.
“No. No Sir.”
My voice is small and whisper quiet. It wasn’t the 7 words. Okay it was, but it was the TONE. The Delivery. The Dom, steel wrapped in velvet, who slid through my phone and into the gut of me, reminding me.
“I won’t forget again Sir.”
“See that you don’t.”
We haven’t seen one another, face to face, in over a month. Haven’t had playtime since last Autumn. But all of that doesn’t matter. For us, it’s more than just playtime, more than just punishments and rewards. It’s about U/us…our dynamic, our connection to one another, and TTWD.
And if ever I forget that hey, we’re not just some vanilla friends sharing lives via the phone…He never fails to jerk me back to the reality of the collar (visible or not) that is around my throat.
And that I’m His.