~Sophie

I chewed on a fingernail, certain that my disobedience would earn me a punishment session. So I was surprised when he messaged me back, saying:

Sophie,

I actually don’t mind that you failed this one, and you were truthful about it. These are the types of situations that need to be discussed. If I thought you were enjoying the tasks, but you weren’t and didn’t tell me, I would keep giving you more of the same type and we’d be traveling down a very slippery slope into total boredom and frustration.

I wish everything I designed and sent would work as I see it in my mind’s eye, but each individual is different and failure does push my imagination as well.

All tasks cannot be perfect and we are at some disadvantage using cyber. However, you will still become a delicious little sub-slut and we’ll find new things that can send you through the roof.

Now that you have completed that task you will take a pair of your panties and stuff them deep up inside that soaking wet fuckhole that belongs to me. You will wear them in that fuckhole for the rest of the evening right up until it’s time to play later tonight.

Check your messages here for updates on when I can come out to abuse you.

Be good for Sir.

MC

Since he responded so quickly I deduced he must be online so I opened our chat window and typed:

Sophie: Yes, sir. I will take my pink and white striped ones that I had on earlier and shove them deep inside of me. They are so sexy and will feel good inside Sir’s fuckhole. It’s so wet and swollen, aching for you. Wanting, wanting, wanting…

MC: Good girl. You need that cunt filled. Play with those panties inside that sweet hole. Grip them, suck them, clench them, soak them with your fuck juice. Make that cunt need, make it pulse inside, make those panties drink up all your juices.

I inserted the panties and moved on with my day, which involved a lot of chores around the house and a trip to the store. During all that I had to walk a lot, so I really felt those panties lodge in my cooch. They filled me completely, and I was aware of them every second. My muscles squeezed at them so tightly.

Once I got home I went to the bathroom, but when I stood up, I realized that part of the panties must have fallen down into the toilet water. Eww! I had to remove the rest from my vagina. Now they were partly soaked with toilet water and partly soaked with pussy juice.

I would be talking to MC later that night, but I wanted to connect with him anyway and tell him how things were going.

Sophie: I was wearing those panties inside me for hours, and when I pulled them out I was so surprised that they were sopping wet! Completely soaked. I’m liking this task.

To which he immediately responded:

MC: Get those cum-soaked panties back in that greedy fuckhole now. You were never given permission to take them out, were you? You will pay this time for your lack of compliance.

Holy crap.

Sophie: No! You don’t understand! Part of them dropped out into the toilet when I went to go pee. I had to take them out. They were soaking wet with pee and toilet water. YUCK! Surely you understand I had to pull the rest of the panties out! I couldn’t put that toilet stuff back in my vag for sanitary reasons. Plus I just got a new pair and put them in my cunt. I still have that pair in right now. Promise!

After he didn’t respond for ten minutes, I continued digging my grave.

Sophie: It’s kinda a funny story. I giggled when it happened. But I know how you like to punish me so I understand if you must…

MC: Do you think it’s funny to disobey?

Our play that night was divine. He started it with a serious punishment session for my cunt with lots of hard fucking, and I was raw and aching from it. My breasts were sore and marked with red stripes from the tape I’d ripped from them. My muscles ached in my arms and legs as well from the exertion I’d put forth as he put me through my paces.

Sophie,

It pleases me tremendously that you have these aches and pains. The marks always serve as a reminder of past play and can conjure up some lustful memories.

So many more aches and pains to deliver. So many more marks to leave behind. You are shaping into a beautiful plaything and will continue to grow. The more we play, the more understanding we gain, the deeper the training sinks in. That delivers results.

Stay a good girl.

MC

But the longer we played online, the more frustrated I became. My brain knew I was getting exactly what I signed up for, but my body and my heart had begun to want more, and the two sides were growing further and further apart each day. I debated whether or not to talk with MC about it. On one hand I didn’t want to rock the boat and upset him, but on the other I was becoming increasingly unhappy with the status quo.

In many ways I was lonely. I’d even begun to consider asking Shelby or Jackie to set me up on a real live date with someone local, even though that wasn’t really what I wanted. I wanted more from MC. Finally one day, I gave in to my emotions and emailed him about it.

Dear Sir,

I am beginning to think that cyber is not fair. While on one hand I do like to hear about how hard your raging, chiseled hard cock is (I really do!), at the same time it makes me frustrated because I would really like a real one.

And the haunting thing—I hear your voice replayed in my head and think about you all the time, and I’m not sure how that is good. How can that possibly be good?

~Sophie

The minute I hit SEND, I wished I hadn’t. I sounded more like a petulant child than a grown woman, one who knowingly signed up for a sexual BDSM boot camp of sorts with absolutely no strings attached whatsoever. I was behaving selfishly and immaturely. Here I was, well into my training, and I wanted to change the rules. I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted him to do, but more and more the cyber relationship didn’t fulfill me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

The rest of the morning I tried to read, but I was too distracted checking my inbox to get very far. Finally I shut down the computer and took Felix for a walk as a distraction. I even went and picked up my favorite lunch to stay out of the house longer, but when I got back I received his reply.

Sophie,

My voice is real, my passion and lust for you is real. The memories are real. Memories are the single most dearest part of my very soul. My memories are mine and belong to no one else; they can’t be shaped, altered, ever be shared completely or taken away. I cling to them like precious gems hidden away, buried in darkness until I choose to sit and peruse them in my mind’s eye whenever I want. I can hold them, nurture and cherish them, and they will never disappear or betray me. They can conjure up a tremendous emotion of pure joy and pure sorrow, and add immeasurable value to my existence. I love experiencing life, if for no other reason but to look forward to collecting memories.

MC

Reading his words, my throat closed, and I swallowed hard. This was a different side of my Dom—a sensitive side. I wanted to reach out and touch him all the more, but instead I had to rely on our usual form of communication.

Dear Sir,

That was extraordinarily beautiful. It actually brought tears to my eyes, it was so lovely. You bring a certain dignity and a treasured quality to these memories with your words that I wouldn’t have thought to attribute to them.

You must possess a rich internal life. I myself am more externally focused, and I love experiencing life if for no other reason than to see how different people are, and how interesting life is. People fascinate me. Especially quirky, talented, or eccentric ones. Oh, and the weather. I’m fascinated by weather.