I would like to begin this story with a description of myself. I’m a 21 year old submissive that is 5'7" with an average body size and big B cup breasts. My name is Melissa and I wasn’t interested in self-bondage, and was terrified about being caught in any form of bondage until my current Master, who forced me to try things I was worried about. Now that I’ve tasted the fear and excitement of being caught I now crave it when I have the time and the mood is right. ...
For clarification, this story and my previous story, “Mel’s Day Off”, are fiction so far (except for the Master/slave relationship), but may change in the future. Here I lie in my own little world, doing my best to remain very still. Thinking only of what I did wrong and how disappointed my Master is in me. I continue thinking only of my mistakes and of my Masters look as He walked away from me when I am suddenly brought back to reality with a jolt of energy coursing through my asshole and cunt forcing my eyes to open fully as I’m staring at sister slave kyra’s angry eyes from the shock we shared. I believe now is the time I go to the beginning of all this to clarify what is happening and why we are being punished. ...