slaveandy: Sorry, Sir. Are You going to punish me? Will it hurt?
There is a delicious feeling, an ache of the gut and loin that comes the first time a sub seeks punishment knowing full well that it will be an exquisite pleasure for both of you.
slaveandy: Please forgive it…
I would, boy, but what good would my forgiveness do you? That which you crave is unsated by forgiveness.
slaveandy: Please let slave make it up to You, Sir.
It begs you to forgive, to allow it to continue without punishment, but we both know the punishment is what drives it. The need to subjugate itself, the desperate desire to be punished for transgressions it may not even be able to name, all in the name of serving a power higher than itself.
slaveandy: it will be good to You…
The implication being that if I punish it it won’t be good to me? We both know that isn’t true. The punishment will make it all the better, with just enough mistakes that we can do it all over again next time.
slaveandy: it promises…
Of course it does. And yet, it makes the same mistakes, over and over and over again. It could get the same physical results from simply asking for punishment, but mentally, no. The rush that fills it when it accidentally teases, mistakenly acts incorrectly, unfortunately speaks wrong and it knows that punishment will result. The blissful sensation that Sir is about to exercise his authority and force it to do something it definitely, absolutely doesn’t want to do.
slaveandy:thank You, Sir.
It thanks me for denying it. Thanks me for isolating it. Thanks me for striking it. Thanks me for sharing in a special way the power that I have. Turning it from something worthless into something that has a value, if only as a means to my pleasure.
slaveandy:You won’t regret it.
As if there was ever a doubt. Subs have gone days without release; worn painful contraptions to work, to dinner with their friends, to bed; taken a beating; crawled through filth; swallowed something that would make their parents sick; given their ass over solely to my pleasure. For all those times, I have never, for a moment, regretted it.