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I was talking with my Dom, earlier today and we were reminiscing about the indiscretions I had while I was married. Its not like it didn't happen once or twice, it occurred multiple times and in different ways with each time getting more brazen. He couldn't believe that my husband did not have the balls to punish a relentless little slut like me and put me in my place. Especially since he wanted to remain married to me. Yet he never set me on a path where I would forget cheating, cybersex, phone sex, webcamming or have any sexual contact with another man (or woman) without his explicit consent ever again.
My Dom proceeded to tell me exactly what he would do if we were together. In the past he's told me that when I move to live with him permanently after I am officially divorced, I will have no more privacy. I am to wear a GPS watch as well as have one attached to my car. There will be cameras set up all throughout the house and the phones and computer will be tapped. But worst of all, he plans on deliberately trapping me to test my faithfullness. He knows that when I am tempted and find that inner voice coaxing me to be the slut I am, I lose rational thought and could easily succumb.
This is the scenario he presented.
A man approaches me in the street asking for directions. He's strong and handsome and has piercing eyes. He's supposed to be headed for a meeting, but finds me striking and alluring. He comments on beautiful porcelain skin and cascading curls as he brushes it away from my cheek. For a moment our eyes lock and he says ,“if you were a certain sort of girl, I'd want to see your skin flushed and your hair tousled just a little more”. The wickedness in his smile is even more telling than his words. He looks at his watch and then says “screw the meeting. I find you intriguing and I'd want to know more of you...but I should tell you, I'm married.” He moves in closer and whispers into my ear, “but I can tell by the look in your eyes, that you aren't so innocent. And well neither am I.” He finishes off his sentence by giving my rear a purposeful little smack. What I don't know, is that he is my Master's friend and he has asked him to help set me up for failure.
My curiosity and loins are full of flames and has me following him back to his car where I am told to remove my panties. He takes them into his hand and fists them before bringing them to his nostrils inhaling them deeply to smell my betrayal. He asks me for my name and for my phone number but I tell him I can't give him my land line, “but we can text”, I say instead. I scribble my name down on a pad that he has in the car, my handwriting clear with the number laid out as evidence.
We drive to the hotel room where he excuses himself briefly to make a phone call. Moments later we're up in the room and I am now dripping with lust and need. I'm told to get undressed and to lie on the bed, my slut legs spread and my whoreish blue eyes closed. I hear him tread off into the bathroom and there is a bit of noise, but nothing dis-concerning.
Suddenly I feel his hands roaming across my body, squeezing my flesh, torturing it as he brushes past my tender bare and swollen cunt. And then nothing. Silence. The air is still. I call out to see if he is still there and there is no response. I open my eyes to find my Dom, standing over top of me looking down upon my naked body with the other man no where in sight.
He grabs my hand and tells me very calmly to pick up my clothes but I am not to put them on. Once gathered in my arms, he drags me out of the room, naked and flushed with embarrassment to the elevator. I plead with him to let me put my clothes on. But “no” is the only answer I”m given. We enter the elevator and I cry as we head to the lobby where I am dragged through the foyer naked with hotel guests staring. People are asking “whats going on, what's happening?” Loudly, my Dom states that “my wife is a cheat.” My humiliation piques publicly until we reach the sanctity of the car.
We drive home and he says nothing while I plead for mercy and forgiveness. When we get inside the house, he hands me the telephone and says “Now, you are to call your parents and tell them exactly what you did, how I found you, and how I dragged you out naked to the care and back home”, he adds “and I’ll be listening on the other line. You'll tell your parents everything and you'll tell them that I'll be punishing you for your actions.” I sob on the phone spilling my tears as I confess to my parents that I was a whore and ready, willing, and wanting to sleep with another man. I try to leave out details but he writes me little notes telling me to add this and that. At the end when I tell them I am to be punished he writes, tell you parents that as part of your punishment I am going to shave you bald. My parents ask what does he mean by that, and I cry that he is going to cut my hair off. He writes further that I am to call them back later.
My Dom lectures me about my actions, firmly and methodically, but never maliciously. He takes out the scissors and has me strapped to the chair so that he doesn't nick me accidentally as he snips away at my curly long tresses. Finally he takes out the razor blade and proceeds to make my skull smooth. He moves to my brows and removes, rendering me completely bald as he said he would. As I ball uncontrollably, he takes a fist full of my hair and shoves it into my hand and says “Now, call your parents and tell them that you are completely bald and that your hair lays at your feet and in your hands”. I do as he says crying further exalting to my parents on how I deserved such treatment because of my actions.
After I hang up the phone, I am lectured for a least an hour on my behaviour and wickedness. I am sent to the corner to contemplate my actions with explicit instructions that I am not allowed to cry any more. Once the time passes I am placed back in the chair, unbound this time. “You deserved to be punished, don't you slut”. Of course, I agree. He tells me that I am to be slapped against the cheek 4 times to each side. again with implicit instructions that I am not allowed to cry. Each smack is given harder than the last. I am holding back the tears from fear, from the pain, and most importantly my regret. He lectures me in between each blow reminding me of the whore I've been and always will be and how tightly I need to be controlled. He proceeds to tell me that I will not allowed to wear make up and that each night after work I'll spend more time in the corner after recounting aloud to him what I did. The lectures will continue for month and each day I will endure some sort of punishment and they will be harsher than what I experienced today.
As I talk with my Dom on the phone about whether or not he could see me actually doing what he suggested and would he actually follow through with such punishments he says, “Of course. At heart you're a whore, a slut who needs to be controlled and restricted. You have the capacity to be extremely wicked when you let temptation take over. I have no doubt about it”. He proceeds to tell me that what I've been told about punishment so far is just the beginning and that I would endure far more than what he's let on. I tell him I don't want to know any more and hope that I don't have to find out. But the truth is this: I know he's right. I do have such capacity. I've cheated many times and I'm afraid I would do it again. He will not be easy on me and to be honest, that's exactly what I need. And its what I want to be set straight.
This is an actually account of the conversation I had this morning, with my Master. I do believe that he will entrap and test my faithfulness to him; that he would humiliate me in public and to my family; and that further more intense punishment will be given. He has a wicked, deviant mind and he has never done anything to make me doubt that not following through is an option. I can only hope that I don't fail myself or him. Considering my past history, I'm not so sure.
My Dom proceeded to tell me exactly what he would do if we were together. In the past he's told me that when I move to live with him permanently after I am officially divorced, I will have no more privacy. I am to wear a GPS watch as well as have one attached to my car. There will be cameras set up all throughout the house and the phones and computer will be tapped. But worst of all, he plans on deliberately trapping me to test my faithfullness. He knows that when I am tempted and find that inner voice coaxing me to be the slut I am, I lose rational thought and could easily succumb.
This is the scenario he presented.
A man approaches me in the street asking for directions. He's strong and handsome and has piercing eyes. He's supposed to be headed for a meeting, but finds me striking and alluring. He comments on beautiful porcelain skin and cascading curls as he brushes it away from my cheek. For a moment our eyes lock and he says ,“if you were a certain sort of girl, I'd want to see your skin flushed and your hair tousled just a little more”. The wickedness in his smile is even more telling than his words. He looks at his watch and then says “screw the meeting. I find you intriguing and I'd want to know more of you...but I should tell you, I'm married.” He moves in closer and whispers into my ear, “but I can tell by the look in your eyes, that you aren't so innocent. And well neither am I.” He finishes off his sentence by giving my rear a purposeful little smack. What I don't know, is that he is my Master's friend and he has asked him to help set me up for failure.
My curiosity and loins are full of flames and has me following him back to his car where I am told to remove my panties. He takes them into his hand and fists them before bringing them to his nostrils inhaling them deeply to smell my betrayal. He asks me for my name and for my phone number but I tell him I can't give him my land line, “but we can text”, I say instead. I scribble my name down on a pad that he has in the car, my handwriting clear with the number laid out as evidence.
We drive to the hotel room where he excuses himself briefly to make a phone call. Moments later we're up in the room and I am now dripping with lust and need. I'm told to get undressed and to lie on the bed, my slut legs spread and my whoreish blue eyes closed. I hear him tread off into the bathroom and there is a bit of noise, but nothing dis-concerning.
Suddenly I feel his hands roaming across my body, squeezing my flesh, torturing it as he brushes past my tender bare and swollen cunt. And then nothing. Silence. The air is still. I call out to see if he is still there and there is no response. I open my eyes to find my Dom, standing over top of me looking down upon my naked body with the other man no where in sight.
He grabs my hand and tells me very calmly to pick up my clothes but I am not to put them on. Once gathered in my arms, he drags me out of the room, naked and flushed with embarrassment to the elevator. I plead with him to let me put my clothes on. But “no” is the only answer I”m given. We enter the elevator and I cry as we head to the lobby where I am dragged through the foyer naked with hotel guests staring. People are asking “whats going on, what's happening?” Loudly, my Dom states that “my wife is a cheat.” My humiliation piques publicly until we reach the sanctity of the car.
We drive home and he says nothing while I plead for mercy and forgiveness. When we get inside the house, he hands me the telephone and says “Now, you are to call your parents and tell them exactly what you did, how I found you, and how I dragged you out naked to the care and back home”, he adds “and I’ll be listening on the other line. You'll tell your parents everything and you'll tell them that I'll be punishing you for your actions.” I sob on the phone spilling my tears as I confess to my parents that I was a whore and ready, willing, and wanting to sleep with another man. I try to leave out details but he writes me little notes telling me to add this and that. At the end when I tell them I am to be punished he writes, tell you parents that as part of your punishment I am going to shave you bald. My parents ask what does he mean by that, and I cry that he is going to cut my hair off. He writes further that I am to call them back later.
My Dom lectures me about my actions, firmly and methodically, but never maliciously. He takes out the scissors and has me strapped to the chair so that he doesn't nick me accidentally as he snips away at my curly long tresses. Finally he takes out the razor blade and proceeds to make my skull smooth. He moves to my brows and removes, rendering me completely bald as he said he would. As I ball uncontrollably, he takes a fist full of my hair and shoves it into my hand and says “Now, call your parents and tell them that you are completely bald and that your hair lays at your feet and in your hands”. I do as he says crying further exalting to my parents on how I deserved such treatment because of my actions.
After I hang up the phone, I am lectured for a least an hour on my behaviour and wickedness. I am sent to the corner to contemplate my actions with explicit instructions that I am not allowed to cry any more. Once the time passes I am placed back in the chair, unbound this time. “You deserved to be punished, don't you slut”. Of course, I agree. He tells me that I am to be slapped against the cheek 4 times to each side. again with implicit instructions that I am not allowed to cry. Each smack is given harder than the last. I am holding back the tears from fear, from the pain, and most importantly my regret. He lectures me in between each blow reminding me of the whore I've been and always will be and how tightly I need to be controlled. He proceeds to tell me that I will not allowed to wear make up and that each night after work I'll spend more time in the corner after recounting aloud to him what I did. The lectures will continue for month and each day I will endure some sort of punishment and they will be harsher than what I experienced today.
As I talk with my Dom on the phone about whether or not he could see me actually doing what he suggested and would he actually follow through with such punishments he says, “Of course. At heart you're a whore, a slut who needs to be controlled and restricted. You have the capacity to be extremely wicked when you let temptation take over. I have no doubt about it”. He proceeds to tell me that what I've been told about punishment so far is just the beginning and that I would endure far more than what he's let on. I tell him I don't want to know any more and hope that I don't have to find out. But the truth is this: I know he's right. I do have such capacity. I've cheated many times and I'm afraid I would do it again. He will not be easy on me and to be honest, that's exactly what I need. And its what I want to be set straight.
This is an actually account of the conversation I had this morning, with my Master. I do believe that he will entrap and test my faithfulness to him; that he would humiliate me in public and to my family; and that further more intense punishment will be given. He has a wicked, deviant mind and he has never done anything to make me doubt that not following through is an option. I can only hope that I don't fail myself or him. Considering my past history, I'm not so sure.
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