Punishment

My eyes welled up with tears as I closed the door and prepared to leave for the weekend. My Master chose this weekend to punish me for past transgressions, and although I know deserved all of my punishment, and probably a lot more, i had no idea it would be so hard for me to make it through the weekend.

The reason that i was crying was because i was staring at my rope, draped over the back of my chair. i have grown so accustomed to it, i feel naked without it, even when completely clothed. As part of my punishment, i was not allowed to wear it all weekend. I was also not allowed to wear my normal marks, and worst of all, i was allowed no contact with my Master for the whole weekend.

When he first told me that he would be punishing me, i figured it would have been something physically painful, which would have been much easier to deal with than what I had to do. I can handle just about any amount of physical pain, but not having my rope and not being able to even email my Master was just about more than i could handle.

Twice this weekend my mom found me sitting alone in the corner of a room nearly crying or sobbing alone in a bedroom somewhere. In a house full of family, I have never felt so alone in my life.

We we finally returned after the longest weekend of my life, i literally sprinted upstairs, ripped off my clothes, and put my rope on. the familiar feel of roughness against my waist. the rope fitting just right between my pussy lips, then wrapping around my waist, still the faint remnants of red from the chaffing that my waist has seen the past week. With my rope in place, i turn on my computer and sit down, waiting for my Master to come online.