4 Lessons on how not to be a good Submissive · Part 1

4 Lessons on how not to be a good Submissive · Part 1 (1/2)
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The rope bites into my skin. I know I will have marks on my arms, wrist, legs and ankles for several hours after Master unbinds me and sets me free. The leather ball gag is so tight I feel like I resemble the Joker with my lips and mouth parted to extreme measures. My six inch stilettos are starting to really hurt my feet but Master has tied my shoes to the rope around my ankles so I cannot kick my shoes off for even just a quick minute. I am made to stand at the foot of our four poster king size bed. I have been here for no longer than five minutes but it feels like an hour. If I am really good, if I don’t whine or try to talk back, like that’s even possible with a ball gag in my mouth, then I will only have to be here for just 20 minutes.

I am being punished for something that I have to admit I clearly did do.

My nose itches. The dark nylon full face mask I have on has a string that when I breath in tickles my nose. But again if I don’t bitch, if I don’t complain, I will only be here 20 minutes.

Don’t get me wrong, my Master is not the vengeful type. I would not be covered head to toe in rope if I didn’t deserve it. Master knows how I hate being tied up. He pulls out all that rope and my eyes instantly glaze over. Now give me leather cuffs or hook up my leather binders to my arms, waist, chest hips, legs and ankles and I drool and cum all over the place. But that’s when I’ve been good and this is not about my being a good sub it’s about my being a bad sub. I don’t try to be bad but I don’t always try to be good either.

Now you’re probably curious as to what I did to be in this predicament. Now that is actually hard to pinpoint but I will try. It is not just one thing but an accumulation of several things. I had just been thinking back to the first time Master and I had met and what had led up to this moment hoping I would not notice my feet were hurting.

I must be the world’s worst submissive. I’m not quite sure why or how Master deals with me. When we first met I was 100% vanilla. I did know I loved anything leather, hummmm, just the smell sends me to heaven, and I loved being spanked but bondage? That was only for kidnapped victim’s right?

Master and I met at a mutual friends wedding. He stands about 6’1”. I am tall at 5’8” but he towers over me. This is important to note as when I am not a good sub, which I admit is way too often, he will make sure and stand in front of me and look down on me and I seem to shrink an inch or two. At 190 lbs of lean hard muscle he can intimidate me with just a look.

I made my first bad sub mistake after we’d been dating for about nine months. We had only discussed his collaring me but I wasn’t at all sure if this was the life style I really wanted. We had a heated discussion about this just shortly before going out to a club.

Lesson # 1: No matter how mad you are at your Master he’s still your Master. Here’s what not to do.

We were going to the club for the social associated with the bondage group we belonged to that meets once a month at a local bar. They are usually a lot of fun and I love talking to the other sub’s.

The day had started out quite wonderfully. Master had told me to be at his house by 10:00 Am. I was to have on a pair of suntan hose, a long sleeved white men’s shirt and for the trip over I could wear jeans. I also had to have on my favorite white stilettos.

Master kissed me as soon as he closed his door and without a single word showed me where to go. On his bed were my leather hand and ankle cuffs. I am able to put on my own ankle cuffs and as soon as I was done I knelt before Master and presented my hand cuffs to him. Once they were securely in place he led me to his basement. Master has been in the lifestyle most of his adult life. He is 40 to my 35. He has his dungeon set up where there is a stockade, a cross, a pole and several other rather nice pieces of much used furniture. But it was the spanking table he led me too. My favorite! For those of you who don’t know what a spanking table is I will try to explain.

It has two leg rests that are padded and connect to the base, one on each side. There are leather straps on the end of each one so I can have my legs strapped to the leg rest, but there are also hooks that are connected to the base of the leg rest and it was this Master connected me to via my ankle cuffs. This way instead of kneeling over the base I will be standing and bent over the base. This is my favorite position as I have more wiggle room. The base is also padded and as I bend over it Master secures my wrist to the O rings attached to the top end of the base ensuring I am stretched out over the entire base.

There are little foot holds attached to each leg rest and I am allowed to put my feet on these if I want a different angle of my position. I will wait till my flogging has started to put my feet on these holds. I can only keep them there for a short time so want to make sure I get the most out of them being on the holds. What this does is make my butt higher in the air and better able to be smacked.

Master got out my favorite floggers and with each hit and as my ass got redder and redder I start to get high. It’s called an endorphin high and it’s better than any drug known to man. The more I am able to move and wiggle the more spots he will be able to hit. He even at times will strike my back and if I arch just right then he will get not only my back but also my hips and butt. When he gets out the paddles I cringe the first few times as they hurt till my butt gets used to the different pain. Depending on how long these sessions last will make a difference how high I get, this is important as I tend to get crazy with laughter.

This will usually last a couple hours so if we are planning on going out we will not play like this. Once Master has decided that my butt is red and hot enough he will lay me on the futon and secure my ankle cuffs to the end of the bed and my hands will either be over and bent behind my head or also secured to the bed. Now that is as far as I’m going with that. I do not kiss and tell. Well not very often anyway. Let’s just say Master knows how to please a woman and I could barely walk up the stairs when we were done.

We ate a late lunch and had a leisurely afternoon. That night I had just buckled myself into his car when he brought up the idea of collaring me. I was still pretty new to this at that time and not at all sure I wanted to be doing this lifestyle for the rest of my life. We had had this conversation before. I felt like he was pushing me and he felt I didn’t want him to be my Master. We almost didn’t go into the club, but just as we were about to leave his good friend and his wife knocked on the car window and we were swept into the bar.

Did I mention I have a bit of a stubborn streak? It has gotten me in trouble more than once. This night it got me in a whole lot of trouble. Now in my defense I did not realize what I was doing was so very bad, remember I was a novice at this whole thing.

Anyway as soon as we sat down Master went off to talk to people, so I turned my attention to the people at my table. I knew two of the male subs there but didn’t know the third male. He really started talking me up and even asked if he could rub my hands to relieve stress. I thought why not right? Then he moved to my shoulders. One of the other Subs said he didn’t think my Master would like for another Dom to be touching me. Now you all see where this is going right? Too bad I didn’t. Remember my saying I was stubborn? Well that came into play and I continued to let the other Dom rub my shoulders. Here is where we get to lesson # 1.

Master didn’t even have to say much when he suddenly appeared at the table. He tapped the other Dom on the shoulder and as he turned around Master put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. I immediately turned around and started to say something nasty but one look had me shutting my mouth and saying instead, “May I help you Master?”

The Dom got the message, apologized to Master for over stepping his bounds and quickly left. Master didn’t even look at me just simply turned around and went back to what he was doing before. I knew I had messed up bad and wondered what my punishment would be. Maybe he would flog me till I couldn’t sit or till my butt was red and hot. Now that’s the kind of punishment I could enjoy. I did not have contact with Master again until we were on our way home. I tried to apologize but he just drove silently to his house.

When we got inside he told me to sit on the couch. He sat in the chair opposite me and asked if I knew what I’d done wrong. Me? I hadn’t done anything wrong. Stubborn remember? Besides I didn’t know he was a Dom and really what difference did it make if he gave me a back rub. To me it wasn’t flirting it just felt good. Master said I needed a day to think about it and he went off to bed. So I curled up on the couch. I awoke the next am after a few fitful hours of sleep. Master was making breakfast and indicated the coffee already made. I am not such a good cook. When we were done with breakfast we retired to the living room. Again me on the couch and Master on the chair opposite me.

I waited till he had settled himself then got on my knees and walked to the chair. With my head bowed I told Master that I knew now that it was wrong for any other Dom to touch me without Master’s permission. Then, and I know all of you good subs are about to cringe, I said, “I didn’t know he was a Dom. He was at the same table as the other male subs so I shouldn’t be in as much trouble”

Ok I heard all those intakes of breath.

Master is kind and understanding. He just smiled lifted my chin and asked what I thought my punishment should be. I’m sure this will come as no surprise to anyone but I hopefully said that he could tie me to the whipping bench and flog me. Master just chuckled and said, “No it wasn’t punishment if I enjoyed it. Think of something else.”

So I stayed knelt before him as I tried to think of something that was not so awful but was still punishment. Finally I said I thought his tying me to the whipping post but not whipping me was a good punishment. Master agreed and as I changed into my black and purple corset and hooked up my thigh high hose Master was getting his steel colored rope laid out. Once we got to the basement he bound my wrist behind my back. Then he continued up my arms crisscrossing and tying it off as he went. I am unable to touch my elbows together behind my back so Master made sure they were as close as I could stand before he started tying.

He tied from by wrist to my shoulders then took the rope around my upper chest back around my back and then under my breast. Crisscrossing again between by breast over my shoulders and tying it off, that way my tits are bound nice and tight with a considerable lift. The second rope starts at my wrist. Master makes sure the rope will get no tighter than pulls it around my waist does some fancy tie knot and brings both pieces of rope between my legs which he tells me to spread so he can thread the rope between the lips of my vagina, and pulled tight between my buttocks and secured it again to my wrist. If I want I can pull the rope and make myself cum.

Master loves to watch me as I do this and I test the rope to make sure they are in the right spot. Hummm oh yeah they’re in the perfect spot. Master does a low chuckle as he watches me struggle. He grabs my wrist and whispers, “That’s enough for now.”

He then takes me towards the whipping chair but as we approach he suddenly turns me and sits me in a high back metal chair. The seat is approximately 24 inch across but only about 18 inch’s is covered in soft leather padding. The sides have slits in the metal so Master can pull rope through to tie me to the seat. The back is approximately 18 inches across and is also padded. When I sit in the chair it is tall enough I cannot reach the floor. Master proceeds to use a third piece of rope that he secures to the seat of the chair and goes around my thighs and hips. This insures that I will not move.

He takes yet more rope and secures my legs to the chair legs that are spread eagle and he continues to tie each leg to the chair till he reaches my feet. I have no shoes on and he finishes off the tie by putting the rope between each toe and makes a diamond shape up the foot and ties it to my ankle. I actually love the way it feels on my feet and I wiggle them as much as I am able.

Because my hands are behind my back Master does not tie me to the back of the chair. He pulls out masking tape and gently puts it over my mouth. Then he puts on a leather blindfold and my world goes dark. He tells me he will be back in ten minutes and gives my clit rope a tug. I hear him go up the stairs and hear the door as it softly closes. I do not know If he is still there. I try to listen for even a small noise to indicate he’s still with me. Time stands still. I hear no noise. I move on the chair trying to find a more comfortable position. There is none but the moving I did stimulates my clit and I involuntarily moan. I freeze, did I hear Master? Is he in the room with me?

I barely breathe as I strain to hear him. I can hear no other sound. I try to stretch my arms out, that was dumb, tied as I am I can barely move. I do squirm a little trying to get comfortable, again this motion is impossible. I do manage to move the crotch rope and again I let out a little moan. I stop to listen. If Master is not here maybe I can please myself without him knowing. Good still no sound. I start moving my hips back and forth, oh what a delicious feeling. The slight roughness of the rope against my clit drives me crazy and I gyrate a little faster.

I am on the verge of Cuming, again, when Master puts his hands on my hips and I scream both from frustration and from his startling me.

“This is punishment not pleasure slave”

He whispers in my ear as he squeezes my nipples. I try to tell him through the tape that I will be good, I won’t let any other Dom touch me again if he will just take me now. Master laughs and asked if I’ve learned my lesson. I nod vigorously and try saying yes over and over again. He starts checking all the ropes making sure I am still secure. I fear he will not release me and I start to struggle. I don’t get far as Master grabs my hair and pulls my head back.

“You will get satisfaction when I say. Do you understand slave” He growls.

I mumble yes into the tape. He loosens his grip and says, “I think you need more time alone”

As he lets go of my hair it takes all my will power not to cry out not to struggle but I sit perfectly still and wait for his command. It doesn’t take long and the ropes are slowly taken off my legs. He caresses my legs as the rope slips off around them, as he nears my thighs he plants kisses on each inner thigh shooting delightful shivers up my spine. He releases my hips from the chair and I can’t help myself, I squirm so the clit rope strokes me on more time. Master slowly releases my hands and arms and tugs the clit rope several times as he does so. When everything but my gag and blindfold are off Master spanks my ass and says.

“After you are completely dressed you can make me a sandwich, I’m hungry and I believe there is a game on TV.”

And with that he takes his leave. I am so frustrated I could cry but I take off my blindfold and tape and as I slowly climb the stairs I realize I have learned my lesson well. I will make his sandwich then curl up beside him to watch the game.

Lesson # 1 learned: Master is always Master.

Lesson # 2: Wait, what am I hearing? I strain to listen. I’ve been so lost in my thoughts I hadn’t heard it before. Oh Master is mad! He has put on a country music station. He knows how I hate country music. I wanted to scream and struggle against my ropes that bind me but I know it will be of no use. The stupid song ends and the announcer states the time. Only 15 minutes left. Damn my nose itches again. I try to blow around the ball gag to see if I can move the dumb string but I can barely make a puff around the darn thing. This does not keep me from trying however and my feeble attempts do little if no good. I feel Masters hand on my shoulder and then he is itching my nose moving the facemask just a tiny bit but just enough so the string is gone. Ahhhhh blessed relieve.

“Better” he ask me.

I nod slightly and try to say thank you but it sounds more like hurmph u. He leaves me alone once again and another someone broke my damn heart and I ran home to my mother song comes on the radio but I remain still. Concentrate on something else, now where was I? Oh yes.

Lesson #2: If you do Masters laundry as a surprise check all pockets first.

Several months after the last fiasco I thought I’d surprise Master by cleaning his house, cooking for him and trying some self bondage I’d just discovered. I took a Friday off from work and spent the night Thursday at Master’s house. All I told him was I had a surprise for him when he got home. He left at 7 am and I went back to sleep. Now Master, unlike some bachelors, keeps his house pretty clean. Knowing this I figured I could sleep in and still get done what I wanted. Now you’re thinking that’s when the problems started aren’t you. Well it wasn’t. The problem started when I had the house completely cleaned and supper was in the crock pot.

I had my outfit and all the accessories laid out and ready to go and still had three hours before he got home. I’m not much of a TV watcher so I became bored pretty quickly. I had noticed earlier he had a basketful of laundry so I decided to do his wash. Now my being bored was where the problem started.

I’m used to taking everything out of my pockets as soon as I get home. I mean who doesn’t right? Master had told me a former girlfriend had done his laundry once and had ruined his favorite shirt. But I wouldn’t do that I knew how to do laundry. I washed his shirts first, then did his underwear and socks. I did his jeans last. They were in the dryer when I started my self bondage. I had bought, and washed, twelve men’s ties from the thrift store. I got an old short office chair and took it into the basement and after I put on my long sleeved white men’s shirt, my short black skirt and black garter belt, I hooked up my thigh high black hose and put on my black 5 inch stilettos, then prepared to tie myself up.

I put the first tie around my shoes and tied my shoes to my feet. Then the second on my ankles, I tied the ties on my feet and ankles together using the ends of the ties to do this, then when I tied the third one to my lower calves I tied the second tie left over’s ends to the third tie. I continue to do this on my Upper calf just below the knee, then just above the knee, and finished around my thighs. I used one below my breast, one above. I tied the two together with the left over’s from both ties so that I had both breast tied tight. Did I mention although I’m of average weight, I’m 130 lbs, I have a size 40 D bust. So when I bound them they really stick out.

I took another tie and secured it to the one’s binding my breast and tied it around my neck to raise my breast higher. I put one in my mouth as a gag. I took one tied it around my left wrist, I tied it so it would not tighten up and made a loop for my right wrist. Then I used another tie to blindfold myself, put my hands behind my back and slipped my right wrist into the loop. When I gave a little tug I could tighten the loop just a little.

I didn’t have to wait long. Just as I heard Master come in the front door the dryer shut off. He has a great job. He’s an attorney, but most of the time he just wears nice jeans and a button up shirt and a tie. I had thought the whole secretary being bound with ties would be a good turn on for him. He read my note and came down stairs to see me. As soon as I heard him I started to struggle and whimper. He came to me and touched each of the ties and told me I had done very well. He tested each tie and tightened the ones he thought were too loose and when he was done I started to play for him. Gag talk is always muffled but I can do a pretty good job of trying to talk.

I struggled for a minute and even moved the chair a little across the carpeted floor. Master stopped my moving by grabbing both nipples and squeezing hard. I cried out in both pleasure and pain. He rubbed his hand up and down each leg. Opened up my shirt and moved it so my breast were free for his pleasure and viewing. He stood behind the chair and grabbed both breast in his hands as he nuzzled on my neck. My hair was up in a tight bun and he undid this and as my hair fell free he grabbed it with one hand and grabbed my chin with the other, so my head was tilted at a backwards angle. He suckled my breast lightly biting as he did so.

With my head as it was I couldn’t move even if I wanted too, which I did not. He slowly released my hair and when I was sitting straight again I heard him get the mattress off the futon and put it on the floor.

“Stand up” He commanded.

What? How the hell was I supposed to stand up? Then as I began to try I got scared. What if the chair moved out from under me and I fell.

“Stand up” He commanded again.

I shook my head slowly no.

“Are you refusing to obey me?”

I shook my head vigorously no and tried to tell him about the chair but of course that isn’t how it came out.

“Do you Trust me?” He asked.

I immediately shook my head yes.

“Then do as I ask”

I reluctantly fearfully tried to stand. I had to scoot to the end of my seat and with my bound hands to help I pushed myself up off the chair and immediately started to fall sideways. I let out a whimpered yell but barely moved as I felt Master’s strong hands holding me up.

“Now hop to the left”

I obeyed and after two hops felt the edge of the futon.

“Now turn to your left and kneel.”

I again complied and with Masters help I came to rest on the mattress.

“Lay down.”

I did as I was ordered and immediately started to move towards the middle.

“Did I tell you to move to the middle?”

I instantly froze. Within seconds I felt his hand strike my butt very hard.

“You have to realize I am in charge. You will not move unless I tell you. Do you understand?”

Now no one can call me stupid. I didn’t dare move even to confirm I understood. Master laughed and gently patted my butt.

“Very good slave. I see we understand each other.”

Slowly running his hand up and down my body he said.

‘”I love all the different ties you used. Very inventive. But I think it needs something more. don’t you agree?”

I knew he did not expect an answer so I just lay there and waited anxiously for what he would do next. Master has an armoire that he keeps a lot of his bondage gear in. I heard him opening the double doors and the sounds of him pulling things out. I got a nervous shiver wondering what else I would be getting bound with.

“Roll onto your back.”

I quickly complied.

“Raise your head”

As I raised my head Master supported my back and began to put my head into a hose tube. I knew this because we have used one before and I know what they feel like. He slipped it on over my chest and then my hips and butt with just a little help from me then helped me lift my legs so he could pull it over my feet. He tied a knot at the opening after making sure I had enough room for my head especially my nose not to be squished. Now that I was totally encased in hose I wiggled a lot just enjoying the silky feel of hose all over my body. I knew Master enjoyed watching me he has said so in the past, so I really played it up for him.

After a few minutes of my struggling I heard the unmistakable sound of tape being pulled off a roll. I stopped my struggling and laid still. Master instructed me to raise my legs and helped me by supporting them with his legs. He carefully put the tape in between the ties, until he got to my breast then he covered the ties so now my breast really stuck out. He put a piece over my mouth and eyes and instructed me to be very still. Then I heard the shutter of the camera as he took several pictures giving me directions on how to pose. After a few minutes he carefully cut the tape off my legs slid the tube hose up and undid the ties on my legs but still leaving me encased and bound from the hips up.

Now that is where I stop. Master is very good at the love making, so use your imagine for what happened next. All I will say is we left the basement very satisfied. The next morning was when the trouble started. I was finishing up breakfast dishes when Master came into the kitchen and asked if I’d moved his laundry out of the bedroom. Feeling proud of myself for washing his cloths I told him I’d done the Laundry and had put everything away but the jeans which were still in the dryer.

“You washed my jeans?”

I slowly nodded. He didn’t sound or look happy.

“Where did you put the things that were in my pockets?”

I swallowed a lump in my throat and said I hadn’t emptied his pockets. Without saying another word he raced downstairs to the basement. I waited nervously for him to return. After about 10 minutes I knew I was in big trouble. I was about to flee when I heard him come up the stairs. In his hands was a crumpled mess of what looked like paper.

“This used to be a phone number for a potential witness in one of my companies biggest suits. I’m not sure anyone else has this number. I thought I had explained to you not to do my laundry. Did I not?”

Even though he never raised his voice I knew he was extremely mad.

“I’m.. I’m sorry” I stammered. “I was so careful with your shirts I never once thought to check your pants pockets”

And here come the gasps and cringes again cause I couldn’t just leave it alone I kept talking.

“I mean who throws their jeans in the laundry without taking everything out of the pockets.”

Ok ok I know I should learn to keep my mouth shut right? Master just looked at me, his green eyes were so dark I could swear they were black.

“I think you should leave now.”

I opened my mouth and he said, “I need to calm down before we continue this conversation. I will call you next week.”

This time I didn’t try to speak I simply grabbed my things, said I love you and walked out the door.

It was a hellofa week and I must have picked up the phone at least a dozen times to call him but knew I could not. Saturday is my day to sleep in and as it had been a rough week I had looked forward to doing such a thing. So when my phone rang at 5 am the first words out of my mouth were, “Who the hell is this?”

“I will expect you to be at my house by 7 am this morning. You may wear jeans and a t shirt”

And then he hung up. Promptly at 7 I was knocking on Master’s door. He opened it and as soon as I walked in my mouth dropped open a mile. His normally very clean house looked like a tornado had hit. There were empty beer cans and take out sacks all over the floor. As I silently followed him into the kitchen I saw the sink over flowing with dishes. He led me to his bedroom and hanging on the door was a maid’s outfit with a black garter belt and hose. Directly below was a pair of my 6 inch black heels.

4 Lessons on how not to be a good Submissive · Part 1 (1/2)
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