Fried Cherry Blossom Princess
Deranged Sex Octopus. Could have been Princess of the Penguins. Writes SQL. Reads. Plays games. Loves Master. Loves Mistress. Loves Alouette. NSFW. 18+ Only!
Begging Him To
He did that for me. He put my blackout hood on me and earplugs in. And he hobbled me for my own good. I passed the night with my knees and ankles hobbled and tied to the footboard, and my wrists tied together and to the headboard. They were loose enough that I could hold hands with Alouette under the pillow.
I slept better than usual. I woke up a couple of times feeling wildly turned on and with no idea what time it was. I had some very surreal dreams.
I spent 10 minutes? 30 minutes? awake so aware of Alouette's leg pressing against mine and burning and literally shaking with desire for her before the alarm went off and Master set me free.
I wanted kisses so much but all I got was a kiss on the forehead - because "anal only" - in the light from the alarm clock that seemed so bright. And very good hugs.
I was a good girl. I didn't rub myself on the mattress without permission like I did before.
I tried to eat a banana with breakfast but I couldn't face it after that dinner last night. The smell of banana was too off-putting. Ugh!
I got lovely things and awful things tonight which is how it is this week.
Walking Alouette home from the train station and carrying her bag for her was lovely. I love it when she smiles when she sees me waiting near the ticket gate. And walking home with her and beginning to catch up on each other's day while we walk.
She gave a very fun little spank. For fun rather than punishment, just bent over the footstool with my dress lifted up and my knickers around my thighs getting some smacks on the bottom from her hand. For all my naughty thoughts and being a shameless perv. Oh, I am! 🥰
Master says that the right spanking is my reset button. It sets my mood back to how it should be.
I'm still not allowed to suck his cock when he comes home. Not until Wednesday. Until then I have to listen while he tells me I'm not allowed. And I say "thank you" because I deserve it.
They gave me my awful dinner. As long as I can be a good girl today and tomorrow, there is only one more to go. While they ate theirs, I knelt beside Master and waited - naked, collared and leashed, my nipples clamped, the uncomfortable inflatable butt plug in me, and my hands cuffed behind my back - waiting for my dinner to be given to me in a bowl on the floor.
It was mashed banana today. Old over-ripe bananas, with salt added. It was vile and messy and sticky and it smelt overpowering. My drink was a grapefruit juice and onion smoothie. It is disgusting. I made faces but I lapped it all up like a good girl and thanked Master and Alouette for giving me dinner.
And I got wet, shamefully so. A sticky, drippy little puddle under my pussy. I licked up to keep the floor nice and clean.
They had a bit of a "d'awwwww" at my sad face over that dinner. I deserve it because I was disobedient and I makes me wet but I do not have to like it.
I asked Master for a favour to help me through the next couple of days. I want him to hobble my legs at bedtime because I am finding it difficult to control myself. He will. But I had to show him how much I wanted it. Because he will have to wake up early to untie me.
I knelt in front of him and Alouette and pinched and twisted my nipples and asked him 100 times:
"I'm a weak horny slut who can't control myself. Please hobble my legs to stop me rubbing myself on the mattress."
"I'm a weak horny slut who can't control myself. Please hobble my legs to stop me rubbing myself on the mattress."
"I'm a weak horny slut who can't control myself. Please hobble my legs to stop me rubbing myself on the mattress."
"I'm a weak horny slut who can't control myself. Please hobble my legs to stop me rubbing myself on the mattress."
"I'm a weak horny slut who can't control myself. Please hobble my legs to stop me rubbing myself on the mattress."
10 times. My poor nipples were already sore after the clamps. I think they're going to bruise. I deserve it. I am ashamed of myself for begging like that but I deserve to be ashamed. And I am getting off on being ashamed like that, it turns me on. 😔😔😔
But he said yes, he'll hobble me for my own good.