Sunday 03:18 Dom –
You said you would do anything at all to return. Your punishment for breaking the submission will be in 2 parts. Very humiliating and very painful. Are you ready to pay such a high price?
Frankie hadn’t expected to hear from him ever again. She’d tried to make it
right, offered to do anything to try and make it up to him, but he’d said it was
impossible. She’d had no choice but to accept it. Now he was offering her a
chance to return, to redeem herself – but as his slave this time, not just a
submissive. Could she take it as a slave, owned property with no choice and no
limits? She didn’t know, but she knew she would try. No one else, it seemed,
could give her so much pleasure or inflict so much pain as he. How she wished it
She picked her phone up and replied.
I would like you to accept my submission very much. I’m ready.
She lay awake in the dark, waiting to hear what he required her to do. The humiliation part of the punishment would be extremely difficult for her. It was getting on for 4A.M, but there would be no sleep until he’d replied.
Sunday 04:33 Dom –
Stockings, heels, your leather coat. To the Co- Op. Courgette into cunt & arse. 3 pegs in your pocket for tongue & nipples. Go to Paul’s flat. Ask him for a bowl. With him watching remove coat & squat over bowl. Remove courgettes, lick clean put into the bowl. Put on pegs. Pee into bowl then drink.
Sunday 04:34 Dom –
Remove tongue peg. Paul may not touch you at any time however at this point he may wank over your face & tits. If he chooses to do so you will pull on your nipple pegs hard. You will then remove pegs put on your coat & leave. Do not clean his cum until you are home. Part 1 of punishment complete.
Sunday 04:42 Dom –
If you need to clean his cum off before leaving you may totally humiliate yourself and ask him to pee on you so you can wash xxx
When Frankie awoke next morning, she re-read the texts several times, with a
growing sense of anxiety. What he asked was impossible. She couldn’t do it. How
could she? She was neither shocked nor surprised at what he demanded, just
terrified at the idea. How badly do you want this? A voice said in her mind. She
knew this calm, reasonable voice well. It had talked her through a lot of hard
things and bad times. If she became his slave that she’d be hearing a hell of a
lot more of that voice too. It was the one that made her stand fast and endure,
no matter what the rest of her was saying.
As she made herself coffee, her imagination kept playing unwelcome images of what might happen if she went through with it. Frankie closed her eyes and tried to will the mental pictures away. She worked with Paul. How could she go to his house and do this? But how could she not? She picked up her phone, watching her fingers move over the keypad as if they were controlled by someone else, and she was just a fascinated bystander.
Sunday 11:06 sub –
I’ve thought about it, and I’ll try and do it. Does it have to be him, though?
Sunday 11:06 Dom –
Who else is there? And I want pictures of every stage on your phone.
Sunday 11:13 sub –
Ok. I don’t suppose there is anyone else to ask, It’s just awkward having to work with him.
Sunday 11:16 Dom –
Paul it is then. Don’t ask just tell him. Think yourself lucky I made it less humiliating than the 1st version.
Sunday 11:22 sub –
What was the first version?
Sunday 11:26 Dom –
Michelle as witness
Frankie shivered. Michelle was one of her friends, she didn’t see how she could possibly do it in front of her. Paul it was then, and think herself bloody lucky, too.
Sunday 11:33 sub –
You’re right, that would be worse. I’ll do it this afternoon.
Sunday 11:34 Dom –
good girl. Cum 1st. Keep me informed.
Sunday 12.15 Dom –
More I think of it the more I want a witness to your humiliation there. Xxx
Sunday 12:30 sub –
Is it not enough that Paul will see it? I don’t know how I’m ever going to look him in the eye again after this
Sunday 12:31 Dom –
Yes it’s enough for Paul alone. I told you it would be total humiliation. It will be total pain if you come up here straight after. I’m semi hard just thinking of the moment you reveal your body to one you dislike so much. Xxx
Frankie fought the urge to throw her phone against the wall. She wanted to tell him to shove it, no way was she doing it, but her fingers just wouldn’t make those words. After ten minutes or so she had calmed down enough to compose a reply.
Sunday 12:48 sub –
I can’t come up today. I really can’t even bear to think what it’ll be like to do this in front of him, but I’m willing to do it for you. Xxx
Sunday 12.49 Dom –
Thank you. Can you come up tomorrow tea time? When are you starting your punishment? Do you think he’ll take the opportunity to cum on you?
Frankie had showered in between texts, and by 1p.m. she’d finished applying her make-up. She dressed. Or rather, didn’t dress. She felt cold and vulnerable under her knee length coat in only stockings and high heels, although common sense told her that no-one could possibly know that she was naked if she was careful, it still didn’t take away the dread of being found out in public. One final look in the mirror and she was ready to start the first part of her ordeal.
Sunday 13:26 sub –
Am going to the Co-Op now for courgettes, then take the bus to his house. It will be Thursday before I can come up. I don’t know if he’ll cum on me. I really hope not.
Sunday !3:41 Dom –
Thursday would be great. Give him his instructions before revealing your body. Tell him he has the option to cum on you but no touching.
Sunday 13:44 Dom
Are you dressed as instructed?
Sunday 13:50 sub –
Yes, wearing what you told me to, and dying of cold and fear. Can I wipe the cum off me a bit if it’s on my face or not? Xxx
Sunday 13:51 Dom –
Sunday 13:51 Dom –
Don’t forget phone pics at every stage. Be strong. If you want it badly enough you’ll make it. Xxx
Sunday 13:56 Dom –
Does he know your on your way and why?
Sunday 14:02 sub –
He knows I’m coming down, but not why yet. Going to have trouble sitting on the bus with a courgette up my arse. Can I please put it in after I get off?
This thought had occurred to Frankie as she walked slowly and carefully to the Co-Op, heels loud on the pavement. She avoided eye contact with the people she passed, hoping they wouldn’t notice her. She wanted to shrink, to become soundless and invisible, but all the wishing in the world wasn’t going to make it happen. She had two choices. Give up, or continue. She waited for him to text back. She hoped he’d allow her this one thing, but he would want the maximum amount of upset and humiliation he could get from her. It took less than a minute to get a reply
Sunday 14:03 Dom –
No. Stand on the bus xxx
The Co-Op was a slice of normality, where ordinary people did ordinary things.
Frankie wished she was one of them. You could be, the voice said. Just text him,
tell him you’ve changed your mind, you won’t do it. Somehow, that wasn’t an
option. He wasn’t forcing her, she had a choice. She felt compelled to do this
by some part of herself, and that same part found the idea of being his slave
and obeying him incredibly erotic.
She chose the courgettes carefully. Smooth, and not too big. She felt embarrassed at the checkout for only buying courgettes. She thought the middle aged woman behind the till knew exactly what she wanted them for. She had to ask for the key to the store toilets too.
In the toilet cubicle, Frankie took her coat off, her nipples hardening immediately as the cold air touched them. Quickly, she took a tube of lubricant out of her bag, fumbling and almost dropping it in her haste. She wanted this over and done with. She covered the smallest of the courgettes in a generous amount, and bent over, willing her tense muscles to relax. Very gently, she pushed the rounded end of the courgette slowly into her arse. She paused for a moment, getting used to the uncomfortable sensation, then pushed the vegetable further in, fighting the urge to clench up and expel the unwelcome intruder. Carefully, she straightened up, clenching the cheeks of her arse now to help keep the courgette in place. She put lube on the second one, and slid it inside her cunt. The coldness was not unpleasant, but the feeling of being filled almost to bursting in both holes was hard to bear. She put her coat and scarf back on, trying to gain what warmth and comfort she could. For safety’s sake, she tucked the end of the courgette between her legs into the top of her stocking, otherwise as she walked it would slip out and fall to the floor.
Frankie let herself out of the cubicle, and walked slowly over to the sinks. The sound of her heels was loud on the tile floor. As she washed her hands, the door opened and an old lady came into the toilets. Frankie gave her the key to hand back in, thankful to be spared going back into the shop again.
Sunday 14:07 sub –
Ok. Am going to bus stop now. Can’t believe I’m actually about to do this. Not going to think about it, just do it. Xxx
Sunday 14:08 Dom –
Good girl. You fully understand what you have to do and what to tell him? How are you feeling? People will wonder why you standing. Courgettes stretching you? Xxx
Sunday 14:12 Dom –
Don’t tell him not to tell anyone. If you do it gives him power over you to blackmail you. If he does tell anyone who would believe him? All you have to say to people it’s his fantasy, nothing to do with you.
Sunday 14:18 sub –
I understand what I have to do and say. I hope no one will believe him. Am shaking so much and I feel sick. I’m really, really scared, but it will soon be over. Xxx
Sunday 14:18 Dom –
Good girl. It will be over very quickly. You have the option to back out now. One chance only. Xxx
One chance only. Frankie paused on her slow journey to the bus stop. Her rational mind told her to take that chance. Why the fuck was she doing this, anyway? And for what? Merely for his approval? So he could have a good laugh about it to himself afterwards and despise her for doing it? Her pride had a big problem with that. But it’s not like that, the insidious, quiet voice in her head insisted, yes, he’s getting pure pleasure at your expense, yes, he’s savouring every moment of your fear, your humiliation. He also really wants you to pass this test, to prove that you meant what you said, that there’s nothing you won’t endure just for him. It’s not just a punishment. At least, that’s what she wanted to believe. Her hopes seemed so fragile, the task too daunting. Yet if she backed out, she would always regret not seeing it through to the end, be plagued until her dying day with ‘if only’s’ and ‘what if’s’. Although many things in Frankie’s world were uncertain and unstable, there was one unshakeable belief. No man had ever fascinated her as much as him. If she was going to be damned, let her be damned by his hand.
Sunday 14:22 sub –
No, I’m going to do it.
Sunday 14:22 Dom –
Welcome to your new slave life. Xxx
The bus journey was a nightmare. Frankie stood because she had no choice, even though the bus was mostly empty. She endured what she felt were questioning looks from the other passengers as she held on to the pole with a death grip. Her phone went off. Another message, but she was too busy trying to stand and keep the courgettes in place to read it. When she got off at the stop near Paul’s house, she stood for a moment, watching the bus drive off into the distance, her breath making vapour clouds in the still, frosty air. Going to be cold tonight, she thought. She set off for Paul’s street.
Sunday 14:33 Dom –
Where are you now?
Sunday 14:43 sub –
Am about to go in. Wish me luck xxx
Sunday 14:44 Dom –
Good luck. No short cuts or cheats. Text me at each stage.
Seeing Paul approaching his front door through the frosted glass, Frankie
thought again of the impossible thing she must do. How could she tell him? What
if he said no? The idea that he might refuse hadn’t really occurred to her
before, but now it was a real possibility. How would she explain that to her
“Nice of you to come down. I don’t get many visitors these days, “ Paul said, as she followed him through to the tiny but extremely neat kitchen. “Not since that bitch turned people against me with her lies,” he added.
He was referring to his soon-to-be-ex wife, Frankie knew, but she had no time to indulge him with a sympathy session today.
“I’ve got something I have to ask you. This is going to sound so weird and shocking, but just hear me out. You know how I enjoy BDSM, and you always want to know more about it?”
Paul was busy spooning coffee into two cups. He looked up briefly. Frankie pressed on, the words tumbling out, not the way she had constantly rehearsed on the journey, but simply spilling out of her. “I need you to watch me do some stuff, take photos of me with my phone as proof for my owner. I’ve been ordered to do this as a punishment.”
She took her phone out, intending to text, not sure what to write, just needing something to concentrate on other than the silence. The sound of the kettle boiling was loud in the small room. Paul hadn’t said anything yet
Frankie shoved her phone back in her pocket, feeling pressure mounting on her. It had to be said, there was no nice way of putting it. Now she wished she’d texted Paul first and told him. If he’d reacted with horror, she could have pretended it was just a joke. No chance of that now. Rapidly, Frankie explained what she wanted Paul to do, stumbling over the words, feeling her face burn red with shame. It was worse than she had imagined. She stared at the spotless beige tiled floor, the shocked silence seeming to grow and take on a life of its own as she waited for his response.
“You mean you’re naked under that coat?” Paul said eventually.
Frankie nodded, still not looking at him.
“Fucking hell. Your boyfriend wants you to get naked and for me to take pics of you, then wank over you? He can’t think much of you, Frank, I’ll tell you that much. What fucking planet is he on?”
“You don’t understand. It’s punishment.”
“You must have committed one hell of a crime, then!”
“Will you do it?”
Frankie just wanted him to say yes, not have a lengthy debate on the rights and wrongs. Paul laughed, a harsh, cynical sound.
“I haven’t got anything better planned for today. Course I’ll do it. I’ve wanted to get you out your clothes for a long time, you know that. I think your boyfriend’s a bastard, though. Get rid, he’s bad news.”
Frankie risked a glance at him. For all his outrage and lecturing, there was excitement in his eyes. There was something unpleasant about Paul, really creepy. She felt angry that he’d said yes. Betrayed, almost. You’re supposed to be my fucking friend, you bastard! She thought. If you were any kind of friend you’d have said no way. You wouldn’t have let me degrade myself like this. But it was typical of human nature. Of all the guy friends Frankie had, she could only think of one who would have refused out of genuine respect for her, even though he’d have wanted to do it.
“Come on then, strip off!” Paul said, closing the blinds.
“Wait a minute.” Frankie got her phone.
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