Do you want a good advice
for life? Don't buy cellular phone with vibra-ringing. If you
already have such phone, turn the vibrations off.
And if you haven't, then never place the phone onto your bedside
table. And if you do such a stupid thing, do not be surprised
when it falls onto your head.
It is
definitely not a good start of day to be waken up by a mobile
phone falling onto your head. With sleep still in the corners
of my eyes, I am pushing the area of the phone where I vaguely
guess the Accept call button. I succeed, but I have no time
to even growl some nice greeting.
"At
last! This is the third time, Mr. Do-Nothing!"
My Beloved
girlfriend. And according to her tone I think also my Mistress
de-jour. "Right now - stand up and hurry to the office.
Your dress is prepared on your chair. You have exactly thirty
minutes to obey." I have not managed to say a single world
and she slammed the phone. Okay, good, I know, the cellular
phone can't be slapped. But, well, let me have my fantasy, I
think she pushed the red button very hard, at least.
Only
a short glimpse to the clock. Fuzzy green spot. Okay, let's
find the glasses and try again: 11:30. Okay, I know I love to
slumber away,
but must it cause such a problem? I am crawling out of the warm
bed to discover what clothing I should wear today.
Look
at the clothing lined up at the chair takes me back to childhood:
the last time I had clothing prepared was in the elementary
school. Today it's at least a good way to strip me out from
comfortable but pretty dirty jeans to their fresh edition. Black
t-shirt with V-shaped neckline: what else - it's based on her
taste.
In the
bottom layer there is simple leather collar. I got the collar
only a few days ago, I am still only a beginner in the submissive
position. But it is be the first time I will wear it publicly.
Today it's no problem for me. Cold November weather is a good
excuse for warm sweater with a wide choker anyway.
Half
hour to get to the office is just what I normally need. Or little
less than needed, I have half of Prague to cross. I even buy
the subway ticket, because chinwags with ticket inspectors are
major fun for me, but time consuming.
I missed
the elevator. A Murphy's law runs through my head. Good beginning,
bad ending. Bad beginning, even worse ending. I finally reached
the office. Only ten minutes late. Which concludes the welcome
speech to the theme "you're not obedient even in the simplest
things".
Today I probably won't say a single word.
I am
removing the warm sweater. My Mistress grips my collar and kisses
my lips. Hands are stroking my hips and then patting my bottom
under my jeans. An unpleased growl, strong grip and tug to my
boxers. Has something gone wrong?
"You
are really misbehaving! You can't obey even the simplest thing
I instructed you! What have I told you to wear?"
Do you
want a good advice for life? When you're ordered to do something,
think beforehand. The boxer shorts weren't on the chair. I slept
in them.
"Strip!
Naked! And don't mess with me!"
I dislike
being naked. I am feeling uncomfortable and humiliated (she
certainly is different; she likes being stark naked). But it
also arouses me when I have to strip under her sharp look. Soon
the collar is the only thing I wear. Some inner voice tells
me that would not be a good idea to take it off.
I hate
it when she is looking at me like she wants to buy me. She only
had to check my legs and teeth to make the feeling perfectly
real. Through some strange ways of fate, the nastiest of our
riding whips (blue, laminated, thin, stingy) is now in our office.
And right now in the hand of the girl who is looking me like
the python looks at the bunny.
"So,
you were ten minutes late - twenty lashes to teach you to be
punctual. You have not followed my order - twenty five strokes
to teach you obedience. Rounded up to exactly fifty. What do
you think?" The declamatory questions are not to be answered.
Speech is silver, silence gold, as the old Czech proverb says.
"I
have asked you something?!?"
Do you
want a good advice for life? Do not take the proverbs literally,
especially if they're talking about precious metals.
"Yes,
Mistress, I agree."
"I
really appreciate it. Stand here, claps your hands behind your
head!" I am facing the wall, hands clasped behind my head.
Long silence. I bet she again looks at me that way, looking
at me helplessly standing here, servant to her will and submissively
waiting for her to mark my butt
with red stripes.
Swish!
I jerk, but it's useless. She only stroke the air behind my
back. I hate these psychological games! Or, at least my brain
hates them, my
dick is raging hard, probably my body parts are not in sync
regarding this question.
Swish!
This is definitely not through the air; the tickling sensation
of the whip tip on my back. And the next stroke. Every stroke
lands
precisely, every single one counts. That fifteen strokes take
at least fifteen minutes. Sometimes a swish through the air,
sometimes light tapping on my shoulders. She surely enjoys my
jerks.
"Good!
Almost one third is done."
Do you
want a good advice for life? Try to find yourself such a good
girlfriend as I have found myself. Someone who will help and
support you
and not wisecrack on occasions. Grr...
"Now
stand there, bend over and lean against the wall."
Bent
over and leaning on the wall I am happy she chose the solid
brick wall. If she had chosen the plasterboard wall, I would
probably rip
through it.
Another
fifteen strokes (and probably another fifteen strips on my ass).
This time no ceremony as before, the impacts come each ten seconds.
Are we rushing somewhere? But in this phase I can't stay silent
and I do produce few whines.
"Now,
the last twenty. Stand on all fours, with your rump up!"
I am
poking my rear in the desired way and my Mistress with horse
whip is standing over me, squeezing my hips with her legs. This
time no
whines. Of course it hurts, but the entire action takes about
ten seconds. The pain comes afterwards. New strips are crossing
the former ones. My Mistress seems to like the square pattern.
"Kneel!
Stretch arms forward!"
Kneeling
naked, freshly whipped, horny as hell and with riding crop on
my fingers. I don't know how long, but it's not too comfortable.
My
Mistress is working on her computer and gives me only few glimpses.
At the best moment, someone knocks at the door. The originator
of my suffering hisses "Don't even try to move" and
opens the door with poker face. I am hidden behind the door
and if the person who knocked would not enter, everything would
be fine. Just to be sure, I am trying to be as transparent as
I can.
"I
have some parcel for you. Please, sign here. Thank you."
The
door closes and I watch a package with the red DHL logo dropped
on the floor.
"Good
boy," a light patting. But no order to stand up. I begin
to worry that I will drop the riding crop. I don't want another
whipping today!
"Stand up!" The long-awaited command is here - in
time - along with not so welcome slap on my naked ass.
"If
I order you to do something in the future, you will obey promptly
and precisely. You may dress up now. Leave the collar as it
is, but you won't need this today." My boxer shorts are
disappearing in the trash. A slap on my hard dick. "This
was a punishment, not a reward! Try to remain horny until the
evening, I am expecting a good performance tonight!"
I am
slowly pulling the jeans over my naked whipped ass. My Mistress
is again sitting behind her computer. Now the right time has
come to say my first words today:
"I love you."
