I Wish...

“thank you sir, have a nice day” I said with the very last inch of kindness I had left in me and hang up the phone. It was a very busy day at work, angry costumers kept calling, complaining about the communication failure we had last night, preventing them from being able to log on to the net and doing what ever the hell they needed to do. Jerking off while surfing some porn site I guess.
I couldn’t wait for this day to be over.
Suddenly I realized I had a SMS waiting on my cell phone. It was from her.
“Finnish what ever nonsense you are doing over there and be ready for me in thirty minutes.” Thirty minutes?!!! But I’ve got two more hours until the end of my shift! My boss is gonna kill me! But her punishment will be even more painful if I wont make it. My mind was working over times. I’ve got to find a solution. Fast.
I picked up the phone and dial to one of my colleague, asked her to come and replace me for the last two hours of my shift. I made up some lame excuse about having an important meeting with the bank manager about a lawn or something. She agreed. Thank god. Now how the hell an I gonna get myself over to her place in fifteen minutes?!
I rushed out, polled over a taxi and with my last breath I said the address, promised him a big tip if he will get me there in ten minutes. Just my luck. every fucking traffic light turn red the very second it saw us arriving. I’m never gonna make it in time! My mind started drifting away, running over every possible scenario of punishment she might choose. How many whipping will I take? Will she gag me? Probably. I could see it in mind. Me licking her leather boot, bowed done, doggy style, a collar around my neck, being whipped once more for every millimeter I missed.
As my mind wondered off, I heard the cubby letting me know we have arrived. Finally. I shoved a fifty shekel bill to his hand and rushed out. I ran through the stairs like crazy. Open the door possessed with fear, only to find her sitting in her royal chair, dead angry look on her face, the whip is ready to do its work on my ass, held with force by her hand. I looked at my watch. I was two minutes late. I domed.

“well bitch, I hope your ass can take it, because you made me very, very angry. I got you this watch so you can be here on time when I tell you to, and since I don’t get my money’s worth you are going to have to pay for this. Big time”.
I stood in front of her. My eyes staring at the floor, scared out of my wits to meet her look. She is real angry. I really messed up this time. I got down on my knees, still facing the floor, not daring to meet her eyes. I put my hands behind my back in a bowing gesture. “forgive me my queen. I promise it wont happen again” I whispered, still not looking at her. That made her even more angry, if that was even possible. “look at me you slut!” she shouted at me, whipping her whip on the floor two inches away from me. “look me in the eyes and say you are sorry!”. So I did. I looked at her, let her see my fear, the tears that started to run through my chicks. I hoped she could see in my eyes my regret for not pleasing her, for not fulfilling her needs. I really was sorry. I hate disappointing her. I’m here to serve her. My mission is to keep her content. What else do I have to live for?
“get up and go wash yourself you filthy bitch! I want you clean like a baby’s ass! Do I make myself clear?!”
“yes my queen” I said quietly as I got up slowly and turned toward the bathroom. I took a hot, very hot shower, washing away all the sweat my body produced while trying to perform an impossible mission like getting here on time. From the bathroom I could hear her outside, in the bedroom, making arrangement for the punishment to be perfect. I know it would be. Perfect. Just like her.
I got out of the shower. I entered the bedroom, with slow steps, nerves as much as excited, knowing what’s in stored for me, embracing myself, swearing to myself that this time I will not disappoint her. No way. I will make her happy. That’s what I’m here for, to make my queen happy.
“down on your knees you bitch!” she whip at the back of my thigh, knowing the pain will get me on my knees faster then any order. She knows me so well.
She set down in front of me in her chair, using the pointy end of her leather boots to lift up my chin. She looked in to my eyes for what seemed to be long time, to long. It scared me. What does she have in mind for me? As though reading my thoughts, she said quietly yet firmly, “I will give you one, just one chance, to prove to me you are still worthy of being my slave. Should you succeed in fulfilling all my need, you will be forgiven for you misconduct and will be allowed to stay here as my property. Should you fail…. Well, heaven forbid for you to even think about what will happen if you will fail”. I nodded my head in perfect understanding.
“now go and change the bad shits” she ordered, and I did as was told. When the bad was covered with clean white shits she ordered me to lay upon them, stretched on my back, she cuffed my arms and legs, in a crucified position. Other then my head, I could not move any other part of my body. Just the way she likes it.
She stood at bed’s legs. The whip on her right hand, slowly moving it along my lower body parts, barely touching me with the tip of it, just to let me feel the leather, to stimulate my imagination, knowing what fears me the most is the unknown.

Suddenly I saw her standing on top of the bed, right between my spread tied up legs. Her leather boots, high pointy heels, were shinning, I focused on theme, cleaning my mind. Not thinking, just feeling, the fear mostly. Until I could not see anymore. Darkness.
The pain of the whip striking my thigh was so strong, skin burning, I could not see or hear or feel anything else but…. The pain! Ohhhhh!!! So strong!!! So breath taking! I should of known, I should of expected it….
They came one after the other, strong, firm, decisive, making my skin red like never before. I felt the anger invading my boons.
She didn’t gag me. Is that means I’m allowed to scream? Does she want me to express my pain? My remorse? It didn’t matter any more. A scream sleep my lips as the last most painful whipping cut through my flesh. Wolf cry. She looked at me, amused. Yet, I could tell, she was satisfied. I took it like a big girl. I took my punishment. I pleased her. Is that mean I’m worthy of her? Is that mean I can still keep on being the dirt beneath her leather Boots’s heels? Is that mean I can stay here? With her? Please god. Make it so. Don’t let her throw me out. She can live without me, I know, live good and satisfy her needs elsewhere. She doesn’t need me. I know. But me? I need her. Like air, like water. I need her, my queen. To guide me, show me the way. Please god. Let her keep me. I promise I’ll be good. Please?

As I opened my eyes I saw her sitting next to me, a glass of water in her hand. “Drink up, u lost a lot of energy”. She looked at me, no more anger in her eyes. Just the caring look of a queen to her subordinate. She is still my queen. My beloved queen

“Touch me… will you please touch me?” the wish kept repeating itself in my head, and I had to fight myself to keep still and prevent my body from moving to its pace.



I was lying next to her, having a hard time falling asleep. We haven’t spent the night in the same bed for a while, and I was acing to feel her warmth. But the sound of her breathing, so peaceful and smooth, made it very clear that she is in deep sleep and have no intention of putting me out of my misery.



As much as I wanted, I know that I was not going to initiate any physical contact. Things has just started to get back on track for us, and I wasn’t sure what she was expecting of me, weather or not she was still attracted to me. Weather or not she still wanted my touch. Wanted to touch me.



“Touch me… please… will you please touch me?” I kept on whishing.



I was restless. Struggling to keep my hand in the pockets I did not have, trying to find a position that want give away the awakens of my entire body. I couldn’t. Mission impossible.

I got up and set by the computer desk, opened up a browser and lighten a cigarette. I red the news, checked my mail. Tried to find anything that was as unarousing as possible. Finally my body calmed down a bit, and since I had less than 4 hours ‘till waking time I decided to take the chance and go back to bed, prying I’ll be able to finally get some sleep. My pray was denied.



As I lay next to her, the wish start to repeat in my head again, like a catchy tone that you heard in the morning and not able to shake from your head all day long. I turned my back to her, sticking to my side of the bad, closing my eyes and trying to stop thinking, stop feeling.



Then I felt it. Her hand around my waist. Her body warmth wrapping me like a blanket of arousal. I felt a shiver down my spine as her breath on my neck became closer and closer, and the tingling between my legs became an undeniable need for satisfaction.



“This is what you been waiting for all night, isn’t it?” she whispered in my ears. I nodded slowly. Paralyzed. “Tell me what you want, tell me what you need” she asked, demandingly. “I need to give myself to you, to sub come. I need you to do with me as you wish. Please”.



I could feel her smiling. Full with satisfaction. She turned me over on my stomach, and lay upon me. The sensation that ran through me frightened me. The kind of fear that makes you feel as if you don’t have air but you don’t give a damn weather or not you’ll be breathing ever again, just whishing the moment will never end. She was slow, teral. Licking my neck, biting my ears with a small yet strong enough bites. She wanted to torture me, to teach me how to enjoy the pain. I made my decision to be the best student she ever had. And ever will.



I was too busy getting addicted to the feeling of her tits pressing against my back, that it took me completely by surprise. I heard a sound of a lock as I realized I was being handcuff to the head of the bad. Not too long after I felt my legs being cuffed as well, to the legs of the bad. She kneeled beside me, and I turned my head and looked in to her eyes. I wanted her so much. “Are you o.k.?” she asked, making sure I’m not hurt. “great” I answered, trying not to let her hear the fear in my voice. But she did, and she was pleased.



She left the room. For maybe 10 minutes I guess. It seemed longer. I lay there in the dark, not being able to move, feeling my wetness dripping down my thigh and not being able even to satisfy myself. Helpless. So I waited.



I heard her coming back, felt her positioning herself on top of me. A small light came through the dark. It was a candle. It was smelling good, roses like, but I know better. Smell the scent of arousal, a scent that was much stronger than the one of the candle. She leaned over me, starching her arms so they will cover my cuffed ones.

“here is the rules of are first game” the said, a tone of a military commander in her voice, “for each of the next 10 of wax on your skin, you will give away one thing you want to be getting from me. One desire, need, that require my attention. You are not too scream, should you disobey and give in to the pain, we will repeat the same torn. Do you understand the rules?” I whispers a quiet “I do”.

“one” she said out loud as she the first of wax on my upper back. Tears came to my eyes but I swallowed the scream and said clear and monotonically “I need to sub come to you”. I could feel her smile even though I couldn’t see it. “two” she raised her voice this time, as she a slower more heavier of wax on the center of my lower back. I was biting my lips and expressed my second need. “I need you to want me”. My voice was raised as well. The third came immediately, “three” she commanded. “I want you inside me” came the wish, with no thought. “four” I felt the of wax on my tailbone, the must painful one so far. “I need to see your face” I screamed at the top of my long, a cry chocking my throat.

She gut of from on top of me, knelt beside me, her hand stroking my face gently. “I’m here baby” she said “don’t worry, I’m here”. I calmed down as I saw the reassuring look on her face, a tip of a smile came on mine. “are you ready to proceed?” she asked, “ready to complete the game?” I nodded my head, and turned my face against the pillow again. She positioned her self on my behinds, taking the candle bake on her hand. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the blow. “Five” she said, softly this time, as if she wanted to make sure I’m up for it. I was. I was up for anything. Just to please her, that’s all I wanted. “I need to give myself to you” the words came out of my mouth just as I felt the of wax dripping on my ribs. “Six” her voice was more confident this time. “I need you to hurt me”. She was pleased, I could tell. A grind of satisfaction and enjoyment came out of her mouth as she spill a of wax on my right shoulder, “seven” she was almost screaming. “I need to surrender myself to you” I was saying loudly, enjoying the thought of the pleasure she is drawing from my obedience. The pain and the pleasure became one, and was feeding each other. “eight” came the next , the next challenge. “I need to satisfy you” came my response. “nine” a shiver came trough her lower body that was sitting on my behinds, she wanted to satisfy all my needs. A shiver came all trough my body to this thought. “I need to express myself to you” I said, my voice powerless, exhausted. I couldn’t help myself any longer. As she lowered herself toward my neck, biting it passionately, she the tip of wax, on my neck, all along my collarbone. I took a deep breath, and I asked, begged “fuck me please. I need to come for you. Please?”



She was surprised. “how much do you need it?” she asked, teasingly. “rich out between my legs and find out yourself, I promise you want be disappointed” I returned a confident answer. Hoping I convinced her. She gave my shoulder a decent bite as she rich under the bed and pooled out a big silicone black dildo, and wrapped it around herself. I felt her barely touching me with the tip of it, from her position she had an easy way with both holes. wetting it with my juice, I know which hole she’s gonna go for first.



“aahhhh” came the load moan out of me as I felt her penetrating me from the back end. She was strong, blunt, almost violent. Wanted to demonstrate her domination, wanted me to come out of humiliation. To feel the pain with every inch of my body and come like I never did before in order to relies it. She pushed through me in and out, and through the pain I felt her hand around my waist starting to rub my clit, amazed by the burning wetness she found. It was so hard to breath… so hard to stay focused… her breathing in my ear, her cutting through me like a knife back and forth, I was so close… so close…