The Long Talk

When Master Sir returned to the bedroom, I was kneeling at the side of His bed waiting his return.

He never really looked at me, just ordered me to bend over the bed. meaning to prepare for a paddling.   I positioned myself with my legs spread apart, bent at the waist over the foot-board and buried my head into  the comforter and had my hands behind my head. 

I heard Him open the drawer I know has the worst paddle in His collection.  The one made purely for my punishment.  But what punishment?  My mind was racing to figure out what I did to deserve a punishment.

Master-Sir's hands were now on my upturned butt as He told me what was about to happen.  It wasn't a punishment as it was merely a reminder of Who is boss and how things need to change.  After this session, I can decide my fate. 

He gave me five good smacks that sent me into subspace with a crying fest to follow.  The pain is unbearable and undesirable.  But it does get my mind where it needs to be.  On being a slave. And that is where he wanted it to be.

He ordered me to get the bed ready.  I got up, still crying and kissing His feet as a way to thank Him, before I started to pull the bedsheets down.  He stayed silent as he got undressed and climbed into the bed, ordering me to join Him.

Master-Sir held me in His arms as my burning butt was rubbing up against his loins.  I could feel His growing erection.  But His firm hands on my breasts were causing more pain.

Then he started to talk.  More like grilling the slave under a hot lamp for answers she did not know about her desire to serve, to please and to be Owned.  What I wanted from Him as an Owner and What I thought an Owner should be like. 

Questions we had discusseed when we first met.  Things we had been through a million times before.  but since my breakdown and cry-fest, he figures we need to talk about again.  In new lights.

being a slave is great most times.  but the things I don't like, i understand I need to just do.  But I guess without better direction?  better understanding that I am doing this for my owner and what I am to do.  

My Owner will always have women in His life that will be sexual.  I am ok with that. I am His.  He will direct me to have sex with others and I will make them and Him happy with my service.  That's ok.  But I guess when my position in His life is in question, i want to know I am there to serve Him and He is there to command me.

We talked like when we first met in the restaurant 8 years ago..  Long, deep talks about our roles and the person we want on the other end of the leash.  But now we talked with the knowledge that there is a limit to my ability, just not my desire. 

Master-Sir promised a change in our lives.  he would start training me again.  More focused and forceful training.  He hates micro-managing but knows its what is needed for now.  At least sixty days of intense obedience training, a short leash and more punishments for minor infractions.

I knew he was serious because he after we kissed and sealed the promises we made, He grabbed my hair and pushed my head down onto His hard cock and choked me.  I was in heaven as I sucked His cock.

What I wasn't ready for was the immediate changes.  The leash on the collar, no talking unless spoken to and no leaving the room without His permission. 

Yikes!!