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