4 Lessons on how not to be a good Submissive · Part 2 (2/2)
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“I think you have a lot of work to do. Get changed and get started.”
After getting dressed I started in the kitchen. It wasn’t long before Master came in flogger in hand.
“Bend over”
I immediately complied and Master gave me six good whacks.
“You may resume your duties”
So with my ass stinging I continued my chores. About every 10 minutes Master would return and I would get another six whacks. I finished the kitchen and moved into the living room. Master told me to kneel in front of him with my hands held out in front. As soon as I did Master took a short piece of rope and tied my hands together. Now I wanted to protest how was I supposed to clean with my hands tied but before I could say anything Master put a rope gag in and around my mouth.
“You may continue, but remember I’m watching you so when you bend over make sure to bend so I can see your perfect ass.”
So awkwardly I began to pickup cans and trash bending from my waist with my back to Master so he could see my butt. Every now and then he would get up and hand slap my butt then return to his seat. By 10am my stomach started growling. Master removed my restraints gave me some money and told me to go to the drive through at McDonalds for food. I’m sure the look on my face was priceless. Master simply handed me his car keys and opened the front door. Now at this point my stubborn streak kicked in and I just stood there. Master patiently waited me out and eventually I went and got the food, along with a lot of stares and some embarrassment on my part.
When we were done Master brought out the Vacuum cleaner tied both of my hands to the handle and gagged me again. It took me over 20 minutes to vacuum! Master kept getting up and smacking my butt. I’m sure by the time I was done I had hand prints on both cheeks. After I was done with this job Master released me from the vacuum cleaner but did not untie my hands. He led me to the coffee table and sat me down on top. He then proceeded to tie my ankles together, he then untied my hands but retied them behind my back so my hands were clasping my elbows. Then he told me to lie on my stomach. He then grabbed my ankles tied them to my arms in a hogtie position.
I again hear the camera shutter as he takes picture after picture and after about 10 minutes he undoes his handy work but before he does he tells me thank you for cleaning his house, on both days but don’t ever touch his laundry again. I nod that I understand and he releases me. I was exhausted from my long cleaning day but lesson # 2 was well learned. Always check pockets IF you ever do Masters laundry and always ask his permission first!
I hear the announcer once again state the time. Ten minutes left. I fear I will never be able to walk again. My feet really hurt. Master checks my ropes to make sure nothing is cutting off my circulation. He determines all is well and ask me if anything is uncomfortable. I could end this now by saying yes but since nothing but my feet are uncomfortable I shake my head no
And he replies, “Good girl.”
And I am alone again with my thoughts. Have to drown out the one more drinking song on the radio. Now let’s see, I believe I’m on: Lesson # 3 if Master tells you to follow him now do so right then. Don’t forget who is in charge.
Now this might not sound like such a big deal but to Master it really was. We had gone camping with the bondage group we belong to. Now I’m not a big camping person. I mean I want AC and room service and a hot shower. You know what I mean? Master rented an RV and it was actually pretty comfortable. Of course the whole idea of camping out isn’t about comfort now is it? Or so one of the other campers informed me and I with my big mouth informed her I hated camping and everything about camping. Not a good way to make friends I know.
Now the nice thing about this campout was it was in an enclosed private campground. That way we could have outside bondage games and no one could say anything. We were there for three days and two nights. The first day we had to hang out with everyone and go to meetings and demonstrations and such. But on the second day we got to play. In between meetings it was my job to go out and find us a place to play for the next day. Actually it was all the subs jobs to do this. We had color coded flags that we were to affix to the place we chose and that let everyone know it was taken. I saw several places that might be ok but I wanted the perfect place and I found it. It was a tree about ¾ grown.
Small enough to put my arms around with only a few feet of rope to make up the difference but big and strong enough I could move without breaking the tree. But what made it Perfect were two things. 1st there were two over hanging branches about six feet apart that could support ropes and maybe my being suspended. The 2nd was a big root that stuck up out of the ground. It was about 10 inches from the ground to the bottom side of the root. It had a curve to it coming out of the ground then curving up and ending back in the ground. At its biggest there was just enough room to get a rope around and tie me to the root. I eagerly planted my flag.
I also took a picture on my cell phone of the flag and tree to show Master later. Happy with my pick I turned to start back to the group and there in my path was the ‘camping’s a good thing’ sub.
“That’s my tree” She informed me.
“Really?” I asked “Looks like my flag is there not yours”
“But this has been our tree for the last two years and everyone knows that.”
“Well I guess you should have gotten here earlier.”
And with that remark I left.
I showed Master the pictures later and was ever so excited while telling him all my ideas. We spent most the afternoon and evening with others in our group and retired late to the RV. By 7 am I was up and getting all our bondage gear together for our day out. We ate a leisurely breakfast and by 10 am we were instructed by the group leader that we had the rest of the day to ourselves. With Master carrying the heavy bags we headed out towards the perfect tree. Imagine my surprise to find miss I love camping and her boyfriend already setting up their gear. Master was confused and I was just downright pissed. She looked up as we approached and smiled. Master and her boyfriend said hi to each other and I went off.
“Where is my flag? I put it here yesterday and I have proof on my phone.”
Which of course was locked in the RV. She very calmly told me she had seen my flag further down the path and maybe I had just got mixed up.
“You bitch.”
Came out of my mouth and Master grabbed my arm and guided me swiftly down the trail. I cussed and complained the whole way with Master keeping a firm hold on my arm. Now you’re thinking this is where I learn my lesson? But it’s not, that happens later on and gets a lot worse.
When we found the tree that what’s her name chose for us it was half as nice as the one I had picked but it wasn’t so bad either. The tree was large but it had been split in half and both sides had grown up and intertwined together. Master insured me it was a great tree but I couldn’t let it go. Master let me vent for several minutes then gagged me while we got out our things set up. Because we were outside I had on just an old short sleeve button down shirt and tennis shoes, and nothing else. Master secured the rope to both tree trunks and then tied my leather cuffs to the ends of the rope. He did the same at the bottom of the each trunk and tied my ankle cuffs as he had the wrist. Then undoing my shirt and exposing my tits he tied rope tightly around my chest and between my breast, lifting them up and making them swell. It was just a little breezy and the wind made my nipples hard.
Master secured me to my cuffs and I was barely able to stand up between the two trunks Master did not blind fold me but did make sure the gag was in place. Then out came the floggers and paddles. I shivered in anticipation. The first hit is always the worst and the best. That first touch as it hits bare skin can sting in the most wonderful way. Master takes two floggers in hand and uses both hands alternating sides. They make a whack whack sound as leather hits bare skin. I am able to move a little and I turn to and fro catching the tip at times and the full leather strip at others.
Master also flogs my back and comes around to my front to torture my tits where he uses a smaller nylon flogger. When he pulls out the paddles I go insane. Master knows I don’t really like them but he does so he will paddle me and I try to get away. Like that is even possible. When I think I can stand no more he will bring out the peace of resistance.
It is two pieces of leather that are bound by one handle. When Master slaps my ass it makes a kinda whoop sound twice, once as it connects with my body and the other when the two pieces hit together. It is an unusual feeling and I just love the way it feels and sounds. After Master feels my ass is red enough he will release me and I practically fall to the ground, my legs are weak from pleasure. By now I have a bad case of the giggles. Master ignores this and guides me to the sleeping bag doubled lying on the ground. I practically fall onto it. Master has other plans and tells me to kneel with my back to him. He ties my right calf and foot to my right thigh.
It is not tight, there is plenty of room for me to maneuver. He has made a lattice work out of the rope where he has started at my ankle tying it off and crisscrossing the rope till he connects it to my thigh. I cannot go very far but I am still able to move my legs either up and down or apart.
He repeats this work on the other side as well. He then has me sit on my legs and put my hands so they touch my shoulders, bending at the elbows he ties my arms together so I look like I have half an arm. But again not very tight so I am able to move just a little. This is important as when he is done tying I rest my weight on my elbows and knees and Master is able to take me from behind. It is over more quickly than either of us wants but we were both so excited it couldn’t be helped. We napped for a time on the sleeping bag then ate the sandwich’s I had prepared earlier and discussed what we wanted to do next. Since the first session was Masters idea it was up to me to decide the second. We decided to search for another location. It wasn’t long before we found what I was looking for.
The cabin had seen better days. It was run down and falling apart. But what caught my attention wasn’t the old abandoned cabin, it was the old rope hammock that still hung between two trees. Master inspected the rope and even sat on the hammock to make sure it was sturdy enough to hold me. Once that was done I laid down on the hammock. Master took his rope and starting with my chest and shoulders he took the rope and thread it through the holes in the hammock and then around me. He worked his way slowly down to my feet. I had taken off my shoes and once Master got to my feet he tied rope between each of my toes securing it to my heel and ankle from the top so it looked like a pair of rope sandals. Once he was done it looked like I was connected to the rope hammock as if we were one. Master put a thick rope gag in my mouth but did not blind fold me.
“Would you like to see if you can swing?” He asked me.
Being a little scared it would break I shook my head no.
“Humm let’s see what it looks like shall we?” He suggested
I started to struggle. I had more mobility than I thought and as I struggled the whole hammock moved with me. If I tried to raise my right arm the right side of the hammock came up with it. Master just watched in fascination his eyes getting a darker green as he watched my struggle and moving the hammock. This look always worries me and I ceased my struggles.
“What are you thinking” I tried to say through my gag.
Master understood my mumblings and replied.
“I was wondering if I turn you upside down what would happen.”
And before I could scream no he slowly began to rotate the hammock so I eventually was looking at the ground. He again made sure I was in no danger by carefully checking the ropes that bound me and the ropes that secured the hammock to the trees. He grabbed his camera and started snapping pictures.
“Move a little” He instructed.
I was afraid to move but I obeyed Master and once I started moving a little I realized I was not going to fall so I started struggling harder. The more I pulled against the ropes that bound me the more the hammock moved back and forth. Master eventually laid down underneath me and I could see he was so hard that he had to be uncomfortable in his tight jeans. But he kept taking pictures of me as I hung upside down. It didn’t take him long to put me up right again and undo me from the hammock. We were so Horney he didn’t even bother to retie me once I was off the hammock we just hit the ground and had hot and heavy sex. I wish we could have rested again but the sun was starting to set and we knew we had to get back to camp. We gathered our things and hand in hand headed back.
We were the last to arrive and after putting our stuff in the RV we joined the others for the Bar-B-Que. We were exchanging details of our day with another couple we knew when miss I love camping opened her big mouth. That was when the trouble started.
Now if she had kept her mouth shut I wouldn’t have gotten into trouble, but then this wouldn’t be lesson # 3 now would it. In the one and a half hours we had been there I had drank four beers and was working on the 5th when she said very loudly.
“The place my sir and I had was perfect. We had the most wonderful session.”
And to the couple with us I said.
“After she stole it from me she had a good time.”
“I didn’t steal anything from you, I can’t help it if you got confused as to where your flag was planted.’ “I was not confused. I have a picture to prove it. You’re just a whiny stealing bitch.”
Now this is where I should have left things but I kept on and so did she until I told her to go F herself. Her Dom stood up and told me I had better apologize to her and I said hell no and he started towards me which is when Master intervened. He stood between me and them and told us all to calm down. He turned towards me and told me to apologize for what I had said and as I stared at him open mouthed he turned to her and said you need to apologize also for starting this whole thing. Now of course I smiled a big ole smile which didn’t help any but when Master turned around back to me my smile faded.
“I’ll apologize to her if she does the same.”
Well she flat refused and started crying. I mean like really? So I folded my arms over my chest and said I wouldn’t apologize till she did. Her Dom started getting really aggressive and our friends took both of us by the arms and said we should just go. Now Master isn’t one to back down from a fight but there is a time and place to fight and this was not it. So Master told me let’s go now and as he backed away he grabbed my arm to pull me with him. But my being stubborn I refused to go and stood my ground. Master tugged on my arm and again said, “Let’s just go”
But I said, “Takes a real man to hit a woman”
And before I could react the Dom shoved me hard and Master shoved him back to get him off me. As Master did a quick turn to see if I was ok the Dom sucker punched him and practically knocked him to the ground and faster than I could blink Master hit the guy and knocked him out cold. He was only out for a couple of seconds but that was enough time for most of the camp to come see what was going on. The head of the campout told us that all four of us had to leave now. I would have argued but I knew Master was already mad and it would do me no good to continue this argument especially when I was partly to blame.
We loaded up the RV said goodbye to our friends and drove to the next available campground and parked for the night. It was a four hour drive to home and Master did not talk to me the whole way. When we got home I apologized for everything I had done especially not coming when he said too. Master said next time just do what I say. It took almost two weeks for his black eye to go away and every time I looked at him I was reminded of lesson #3 if Master tells you to leave with him then do so right then. No questions asked.
Wait I know that song. Even know all the words. Thank you Master for changing the radio station. Damn my nose itches again. The hood has moved back and the darn string is back tickling my nose. I feel Master checking the ropes. He is careful to make sure nothing is too tight. He has been doing this about every five minutes so I figure I have five minutes left. I move my head slightly and Master itches my nose and also moves the hood so the string is no longer bothering me. I will have to remember to cut the darn thing off when I get released. I adjust my feet, well as much as I am able with my legs being tied together. I can’t move much but the little bit I did helped to relieve the pressure on my toes. Ah much better. Now I think I have time for one more lesson.
Lesson # 4: Try not to embarrass Master while out in public
We had been dating for over a year and had just recently moved in together. Master had been to a workshop where he had learned something new and wanted to try it out with me. He wasn’t sure I would like it but I said I was willing to try it at least once. Master is good with his hands and loves to build things and he had to build a base that supported two towers connected at the foot and the top. The base was wide enough so it would not tip over. He inserted holes in the towers so if he wanted to he could put in metal hooks to tie me too, for this play session he did not need the hooks. The towers were only about thirty two inches across and about six feet tall.
There were footrests on both sides about a foot off the floor. I was in just a light t-shirt and no shoes when I stepped on the padded foot rest. Master had already set the things up he would need for this play session. This consisted of an industrial size spool of plastic. Well maybe it wasn’t that big but a large spool none the less.
Once I was on the foot rest with my arms holding on to the towers Master started taking the plastic and wrapping it around me and the towers. He started at my feet and worked his way up to my neck. Then he started back down so I was double wrapped. He knows I won’t tolerate having my face wrapped in plastic so he wrapped my head from my eyes up to a little over my head. He did cover my mouth with the plastic but just one layer. Now what I had failed to notice when I was getting on the towers was it was a double tower, which means there were two towers on each side an inner one and the one connected to the base. The inner one I was to find out moved.
It was able to rotate either to make me face the floor or to make me on my back. Master quickly figured out he could turn me upside down if he turned me on my back but kept going. He again had his camera ready and was taking pictures of me in different positions.
It was kind of fun as I knew I could not fall with all the plastic I was wrapped in. Master eventually set me upright and stated to cut the plastic off of me. He started with my head and arms although he did not completely take the plastic off of me just took it off the towers so I was no longer connected. When he got to my legs he cut the plastic in between my legs and made sure each leg had its own wrapping but made it so I would be able to walk or stand. He wrapped my arms to my sides while my legs were spread apart. Then he walked me to the flogging chair and laid me over the base part and applied more plastic so I was secured to the table and unable to move.
He then got the floggers out and gave me a good spanking. I really hate not being able to move while I am being whipped but this was a whole new experience and I enjoyed the feel of the floggers as they struck the plastic. Master again took me from behind while I was still encased in the plastic on the chair. It was a wild Ride and we were both exhausted afterward.
Master plays in a pool tournament and I usually go along and cheer him on. Now I know very little about playing pool so I usually hang out with the other girlfriends and wives. On this particular night I had a very stressed out day at work and I was starting to get a bad headache. I figured if I had a couple of drinks my headache would go away. I know not very smart but it sounded good at the time. We had been there an hour when Master’s obnoxious brother and his wife walked in. I was on my fourth beer and really feeling much better till they joined me at the table. The wife started in as soon as she sat down.
“When are you two getting married?”
OMG I couldn’t take it, not tonight. I was as polite as I could be for as long as I could, but when she started telling me how her son needed someone to play with and that wouldn’t happen till we got married because you can’t have children and not be married. Now whether it was the beer the headache or just my being fed up with the sister in law it doesn’t really matter cause in the heat of anger I leaned over towards her patted my not so flat stomach and said, “Surprise!”
I finished off my beer and ordered another one. All I was trying to do was shut her up. Which I guess it did for about five minutes. Master won his first game and came to join us while he waited for the next round. I went to the restroom and on my way back I had several people telling me congratulations. Now I have to admit I’d completely forgotten what I’d done so I was like what? By the time I’d gotten back to the table Master had three shots in front of him and the guys were saying congratulations. He was looking at me like what the hell and I said, “Why do you have three shots in front of you?” and Then his sister in law said if front of everybody “Why it’s because of the baby of course. Your girlfriend told us she’s pregnant and you’re not going to marry her.”
Master lifted one dark Blond eyebrow and waited for me to explain. For once in my life I was speechless. All his friends and his brother were staring at me, but all I could do was look at Master. Finally I said, “I didn’t tell her I was pregnant she just assumed I was.”
“But You patted your stomach and said surprise. You let me believe you were. Are you saying you lied to me?”
“I didn’t lie, you just mistook what I said and if you’d minded your own business then we wouldn’t be having this conversation.’
Now I agree I went a little too far with that last remark but by then I was really mad. The sister in law gave me a go to hell look and stood up and left. Her husband said way to go and followed her out the door. I was afraid to look at Master and the guys who had been at the table slowly moved away. Master drank his shots and told me we will talk about this later and went back to playing pool. Later came the next morning.
“First you will call my sister in law and tell her you’re sorry for playing a joke on her and then you will explain to me what that was all about.”
I did as Master requested and when I was done he just shook his head.
“What am I going to do with you? Do you know how much crap I took last night?”
“Will I be punished?”
“Do you think you should be?”
I shook my head no then said, “Maybe I should be flogged?”
“It isn’t punishment if you enjoy it. Let’s see, I haven’t tried everything I learned at the workshop yet. “
And with that I was told to go put on a pair of pantyhose and some heels. Master then helped me into a pantyhose shirt that went over my head and covered my top half as well as my arms and hands. Then I put on a hose hood that the legs were still attached this way Master can use the legs as a gag and a blind fold. I was gagged immediately but the blind fold was not yet put on. In the basement I waited while Master once again got out the roll of plastic. Master had me stand while he wrapped me in plastic. Starting with my ankles he wrapped my legs tight together and worked his way up to my arms which he wrapped to each leg and then up to my neck which he wrapped loosely, then he put my blindfold on and wrapped the plastic over the top of my head and under my chin. He put some on my blindfold and my mouth careful to leave my nose free.
Then he helped me to lie on the futon and took some plastic and wrapped my shoes to connect to the rest of my body. Then he took out some Purple duck tape and began to put tape all over me. I couldn’t move and could barely hear over the plastic head gear but I could hear him tell me he was taking pictures and how to pose. Master did ask me to play for him and I did try but it is difficult to move when you are tightly bound in plastic and tape. I must have done a pretty good job because after a few minutes he started cutting the plastic on my legs up to my waist. He has eye hooks in the ceiling above the futon and he secured my legs to the rope hanging from the hooks and with my legs spread wide I gave and got one hell of a ride.
Lesson # 4 learned well especially since I had to apologize to his sister in law so I will never embarrass Master again.
Master is touching me in a very sensual way. It must be time for all these ropes to come off me. He starts with my feet. He has tied rope to my ankles put a knot in the rope to hold it in place then continues to just below my knee’s again tied a knot and continues in this fashion so I have one just above my knee, on my upper thigh around my butt, and my waist and one under by breast and one on top. My hands are tied behind my back by a separate piece of rope. They are bound at the wrist and then like the rest of my body has knots tied to secure as he worked his way up to my arm pits. I have on as I have said the ball gag and the dark hood.
Master unties my shoes from my ankles and I wiggle my numb toes. Ah sweet relief. I know he will only undo my legs but will leave my arms and chest tied. I will also have to leave the gag and hood on for a little bit more. The darn string is back but now I don’t care. Master will please himself and me and I will not have the string to distract me anymore. As he helps me to the bed I quickly forget what I have done this time to be punished. As his mouth touches my clit all other thoughts flee.
Oh one more quick lesson. Don’t lie to your Master. Well almost never lie. For example I will never tell him how much I love the feel of the rope as it lays against my bare skin or how it enhances the silkiness of the hose as it slides against my skin. My eyes roll when he pulls the rope out because I have to hide my true feelings of how much I love rope bondage. I mean you can’t use something for punishment that you love now can you. As Master is fond of saying ‘ it isn’t punishment if you like it’
So let this be our little secret for now shall we? Next time I will tell you what I did to deserve the punishment I was just in, but that’s a longer story.
Until next time try not to do the things I would do. Try to be a good submissive not a bad one.
Unless of course you really love being bad.
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