No more Flaunting

So you think you can just flaunt you body? Show your body to anyone who happens to walk by? Have I not told you that you will dress modestly? Did you truly think that I wouldn't find out about that ridiculously low cut white dress you wore today? You know you will be punished. That dress was to be worn only when I accompanied you and only with my permission. You agreed to that directive. But no, you disobeyed. You just had to flaunt your beautiful breasts didn't you? those delectable curves, that smooth skin, the pert, hard nipples. You know you will be punished. My guess is, that was your intent all along. To push me. To test me. To see if I would truly follow through. The answer - yes, my love, I will follow through and you will be punished. You will cry and you will repent and you will admit not only your wrongdoing, but why you chose to directly disobey an order which you had agreed to. Yes, it will hurt and you will feel the aftermath of your punishment for several hours, possibly even days, but that's good. You will learn not to push me, not to test me, and not to disobey. I want you to know, I am not angry with you, but I am disappointed. Now, be a good woman and take your punishment. Breathe in. First, I will prepare you nipples with my teeth. I'm going to nip and tug and make sure they are tender and hard. I know you don't like when I do this, that you prefer gentle suckling, sweet kisses, but gentleness and sweetness will not teach you your lesson, will it? That's right, go ahead and cry. You can use your safe word if you need to and we will take a break, but you will accept this won't you? Now, now that your nipples are ripe, now I will clip them. You will stand, your arms up, tied in place until I release you. Your tears will run down you cheeks and you will understand that you are mine and that I set rules for your protection. Because I love you. I will keep watch and make sure you are safe, but your tears will not move me to mercy. 

You will do as I say because you know this is for your own good. And when I release you, when you feel the soreness of you nipples later today, tomorrow, you will know they are mine.

Chaste

He is leaving for a week. Business. He has given me an order - to remain chaste while he is gone but I'm not sure I can do that. First, I masturbate daily by his order. He has denied me this for the week. Second, He fucks me daily - obviously he won't be doing that. Third, He often shares my mouth with his friends and sometimes even my pussy (never my ass - that's all his) and by "often" I mean at least once a week. So now, I must be chaste. I can't do this. I know I can't. He's told me that if I fail, my punishment will be severe. I know what this could mean anything from milk and molasses enemas to locked in a pillory to whipped in public. But, I can't do this. I know it. So, I begged him. I knelt before him and presented my case. I want to please him, and yes, I'm afraid of the punishment, but more than that, I'm afraid of his disappointment. I kept my eyes lowered while I begged for his help and then he lifted my chin and smiled at me. I knew than that he had planned for this all along. 

First, he showed me the steel ball which fit easily into my pussy. I no longer have periods, so I don't have to worry about cleansing and such. It fits loosely enough that I can easily bath, but snuggly enough that I cannot insert a finger for play. This he tied to a beautiful, hand crafted belt made of gold and silver leather. There is a small opening so that I can easily urinate and the two back straps allow for my bottom to be open. He knows I would never play with my own anus nor would I ever allow anyone else to do so - that is his alone. Once the device was firmly in place, He used a small lock to secure it around me. The key is attached to a chain he wears around his neck. I have no way to loosen or remove this belt aside from cutting it off, which he has given me permission to do in case of emergency. The solid ball in my pussy is a trial, I'll admit to that. It stimulates and fills but only to the point of remind me of what I cannot touch. 

Some moments, I forget I wear the device as it is, actually, light and comfortable. I can easily keep myself clean while showering and it does not show beneath most of my clothes. Other moments, it is all I can feel, this reminder that only He and those He chooses can touch me and give me pleasure. He calls me every day and has me send him pictures of myself, checking to make sure I am not being chaffed in any way. We talk of all kinds of things. Luckily, he has allowed me to play with my breasts, but only when he skypes me, so I have had some relief, mild though it is. Tonight, he comes home. He has promised that since I have been good, he will take care of me immediately. And so, I wait. Three feet inside the door, kneeling, resting my bottom on my heels, my head bowed. I'm not sure exactly what time he will arrive, but when he does, I will be ready. I will be ready to serve him and greet him as a good woman should.