I'm very obedient. I'm not a brat in need of taming. I'm not one of those selfish subs that purposely disobeys because they enjoy punishment.
I don't enjoy punishment.
Sure the pain can be titillating, but I absolutely hate disappointing Sir. He only punishes me when he is disappointed. When I have not lived up to expectations. I wish to never disappoint him. I'm his toy, his tool, his useful object.
Imagine if you were to pick up a hammer and it refused to hit the nail. It's unthinkable right? That's an inanimate object. It will do what you want it to do. For it to do otherwise is impossible. That's what I want to be for him. So, I'm never willfully disobedient. But there are some areas where I'm deficient and my master is always training me to be more useful for him.
I must learn complete control over my body.
I've already trained myself to only use the restroom when allowed. I can completely ignore the urge and I only do it at times that are convenient for my master.
Same with hunger and thirst. I only eat and drink at times that are convenient for him. If I'm hungry, but he needs me for a service, then I ignore the hunger and complete the task. There will be time to eat later. His desires come before everything.
However, there's one area of body control where I'm still deficient: cumming. I'm in a cock cage most of the time and rarely have an orgasm. But there are still times when my master is fucking me that I accidentally cum without permission.
He's so good at fucking. His huge penis fills my little hole. I'm usually on my back, knees up to my head. He chokes me until my face is bright red. Insults me, spits on me, and covers my mouth and nose with his muscular hand denying me breath. This is where I often lose it. An orgasm at that moment feels so good. I try so hard to concentrate and not to cum. But I usually fail. I must learn how to be fucked without cumming. Only Sir is allowed to cum whenever he wants. I may only cum with permission and I rarely have permission to do so.
Sex is about my master's pleasure. Not about mine. Me cumming without permission is a selfish act. I'm so ashamed when it happens. Especially the fact that I came before he did, that's incredibly disrespectful of me. It's a sign that I was thinking about myself and not him. I lost myself in my own pleasure and forgot what I was truly there for: to be his useful object. I haven't lost of sense of self yet, and that makes me feel like a failure.
Fortunately, my master is working on me, and I know his strict training will soon pay off.
One evening he ordered me to lie on the table in the dungeon. The wrist, ankle, and neck straps were fastened tightly. I was blindfolded.
"You do not have permission to cum."
"Yes, sir."
My master unlocked my caged penis. He covered his hands in lotion and began stroking my penis slowly and gently. It hasn't had such luxurious treatment in so long that I'm afraid I'll cum quickly. But I focus. I force myself to think of his command. I mustn't disobey.
My master notices my control and decides to increase the pressure. He inserts a vibrator into me and begins expertly massaging my prostate. I'm about to lose it. But I focus. I maintain control.
With the vibrator still going, my master clips on the nipple clamps, a major erogenous zone for me. He puts more lotion on his hands and strokes me more rapidly than before. It takes everything I have to maintain control.
Then my master makes his final move. He puts duct tape over my mouth and a clothes pin on my nose. This is when I begin to lose control.
The vibrator, the nipple clamps, the breath play, the expert stroking of my cock. I can't hold it. It feels so good. I cum bucket loads everywhere.
My moment of pleasure passes quickly as I suddenly realize that I've disobeyed him. I'm so ashamed. I'm not my master's useful object.
He takes off the clothes pin and the blindfold. He pulls out the vibrator and rips off the tape and nipple clamps.
"You disobedient little shit. I explicitly told you not to cum and look at what you did. You disgust me."
"I'm so sorry sir. Please forgive me sir."
"Shut up you pathetic faggot. You will pay for this."
He unties my right hand and gives me the spoon.
"First you will scoop up every bit of your cum and you will eat it."
He watches me eat every bite. It disgusts me to have to consume the cum of such a low status faggot. Each spoonful is a reminder of my failure. This spoon is only used for this purpose and it's never washed. It's filthy. I hate putting it in my mouth. With every gulp my Adam's apple chafes against the still fastened neck strap.
After I'm done he unbuckles all the remaining restraints.
"Go strap yourself into the punishment wall."
"Yes, sir."
The punishment wall has a rope that comes through a hole high up. I buckle my wrists into the straps at the end of the rope and put my back to the wall.
"Ready, sir."
He's on the other side of the wall and pulls the rope I'm tied to until I'm completely lifted off the floor and hanging by my wrists.
He is so strong.
I'm not very high off the ground. If I try, I can stretch out my toes and just barely touch the floor with the tip of them.
He lets me dangle alone for a while. The pull on my arms is painful. I can hear him watching TV in the living room.
About an hour passes and he comes back. Without saying a word, he punches me hard in the gut. Then an uppercut to the balls. As much as it hurts, his disappointment hurts worse.
"Thank you, sir."
I always thank him for his gifts. He is giving me the gift of an education right now.
He goes around the other side, releases the rope and I collapse on the hard floor. I know what's coming next. Nothing gets him in the mood like beating me does.
He puts me in a headlock and fucks my ass mercilessly with his giant cock as I lay on the floor. He pumps me full of his cum, granting me an honor I don't deserve.
I almost cum a second time, but I dare not.
He flips me over and stands full weight on my stomach with his right foot. He rests his left foot on my chest.
I let out a loud groan when he stands on me. I'm only 5'5" and a wimpy 130 pounds. He is 6'3" and 220 pounds of muscle. But looking up at him at this moment and feeling the full weight of his power puts me in a state of awe. This man is a god to me.
"You understand why I had to punish you, right, boy?"
"Yes, sir. I'm so sorry sir. I'll try to do better."
"Explain to me why you had to be punished so I know you really understand."
"I disobeyed you, Sir. I was selfish. I was thinking about my pleasure instead of your command. I deserved far worse punishment than you gave me."
He places his left foot on my face.
"Lick it, boy."
I lick every inch of the sole of his foot. He then brings that foot to my stomach, shifts his weight to it and then places his other one on my face.
"Lick it, boy."
This is the forgiveness ritual. Him standing on me is symbolic of our the our relative status in this relationship. He is everything. I am nothing. His full weight pressing against me is a reminder of the immense burden of servitude that I voluntarily took up for this great master. His allowing me to lick his feet indicates that granting me the honor of returning to the status of useful object.
Once this ritual is complete I know that I'm forgiven. My transgression will never be held against me. I start anew with a clean slate. This ritual makes me feel good about myself. The guilt of disappointing him is so immense that I need this ritual so I feel that I have paid my debt to him.
He steps off of me.
"Stand up."
He puts my cock cage back on. I immediately drop to my knees as soon as it's fastened, kiss his feet, and thank him repeatedly.
"All right boy. Clean up this room. Finish your remaining chores and get some rest. We'll be back here tomorrow night to see if you've truly learned your lesson."
"Yes, sir."
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