Punishment

I entered the hotel to escape the heat, but it was his voice that stripped me bare first and made me want to kneel.

The night before the flight, I slept bound between her legs, knowing that the next day my body would no longer be mine alone.

With the plug inside me, my legs tense and a book open against my chest, I learned that obedience could also leave me wet and trembling.

He ordered me to wait naked, handcuffed, with a packed bag ready. I meant to say no, but my body had been begging for the opposite for weeks.

He closed the door trembling, but when I put him against the wall I understood he hadn't come to apologize: he'd come to be truly punished.

I thought I’d only be watching them sleep, but that woman had such control over him that I ended up glued to the screen all night.

I arrived with the cage on, my feet burning and my mind surrendered; what my Mistress had prepared left me trembling before she even touched me.

I thought they were only going to search me when I arrived, but the supervisor closed the door, looked me over, and I knew I’d be obeying that night.

She went out looking for sex, but in that ATM booth she found a broken, filthy, dangerous man. What she did next was pure punishment.

I trembled before the cross, unsure whether I would flee or spread my legs wider when his deep voice ordered me to obey.

I came home furious, disrespected my wife, and saw her slipper slip from her foot. That was when I knew the night no longer belonged to me.

I restrained her to stop her beating another woman, only to end up on my knees, aching, aroused, and completely at the mercy of her smile.

Every hour I obeyed the same order in the bathroom, and with each repetition my body demanded something dirtier and more intense.

Mara heard the applause behind her and understood that the ordeal had only just begun, though her body was already trembling on the marble.

At the nude beach, I realized she wasn’t lacking desire—only someone willing to push her where she had long wanted to go.

Two WhatsApp messages were enough to make my skin prickle. Come to work clean, one said. And I don’t mean from the shower.

Tied up, aroused, and grateful, I knelt before him, determined to make up for every command with the most intense blowjob of our week.

The first time I locked the cage, she trembled with rage... and came just from hearing the key turn.

I didn’t have to say it; when I lifted my chin, he already knew I wanted his blows, his spit and his cock buried deep that night.

I followed her on instinct, saw him quicken his pace with the girl, and knew I wouldn’t let him leave that alley intact.