BDSM Erotica - The Lesson 

 

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I awoke to the sound of voices and it took me a moment to clear my head. I was in bed, in Master's bed, in my usual sleeping position. The collar was snug around my neck and connected to a short chain that attached to the foot board.

 

I listened for a moment to make sure there was nothing wrong as there aren't often voices in my bedroom in the middle of the night. It was Master and Sir Jonathan who had been visiting us this week. They were chatting in the sitting area of the room and it seemed it was nothing more than a casual visit so I relaxed.

 

I tried to go back to sleep without disturbing them but I soon realized that it was not the voices that woke me but my own body. I needed desperately to urinate and I cursed myself silently, knowing that I had made a major error in judgment.

 

Earlier in the evening in the hour before bed we were relaxing with Sir Jonathan and Camille, his slave. Camille had made a batch of drinks, I am not quite sure what they were, but they were very good. I knew I should have stopped with two but when she offered me another I said yes. Sir looked at me and reminded me that we would be going to bed within the hour and I said I understood, but somehow I ended up with a fourth drink. Now, here I am at three in the morning needing to relieve myself but knowing there was no easy way to do that.

 

You see, Sir has very strict rules, especially about sleep. Once I am chained to the bed there is no release until he wakes in the morning. I know this, I have known this for some time, and I learned early on to limit my liquid intake late at night. Why had I forgotten that lesson tonight? I shook my head, cursing myself again, and tried to concentrate on getting back to sleep.

 

I let their voices lull me until my mind started drifting a bit. I thought about Sir Jonathan sitting so casually in my room while I am naked and chained to the foot of the bed. I wondered if he saw it as the position of honor that I did. I chuckled then, remembering that I had not always seen it in such a way.

When Master first took me to his bed it was glorious, but my heart broke when he chained me to the bed at his feet and told me I was to sleep there. I had thought I was special and in one movement he had discarded me. I lay there silently weeping and vowed to do whatever I could do earn the right to sleep next to him.

 

For the next week I was the best girl I could be. Each night he made wonderful love to me, torturing my body in ways I had only dreamed of…and each night he chained me to the foot of the bed. I let my resentment grow, convinced that he was just mean, that I deserved better treatment, that he could not possibly love me if he treated me this way.

 

On the seventh night of this Master had apparently had enough. He made love to me as usual, and then informed me that I would be sleeping on the bathroom floor that night. I looked at him in shock, sure that he was joking. He looked right back at me and told me in no uncertain terms that I was an ungrateful slut. He said I was so caught up in seeing the negative in my situation that I could not see the honor he had bestowed on me by allowing me to sleep in his bed. He said if I could not appreciate it I could not have it and so I could sleep in the bathroom.

 

Tears filled my eyes then as I realized he was right. This man was my Master, and I would not change that. He took me in, taking on the responsibility of cherishing me, of training me, of teaching my body and soul to respond only to him and all he asked in return was my obedience. In the first week I had already shamed myself terribly.

 

I hung my head and apologized profusely for my selfishness. I said that I had indeed let negativity and resentment in and instead of speaking up about my feelings I had swallowed them and allowed them to fester. I told him what an honor it was to be his slave and to sleep close to him, to always be at his disposal.

 

He smiled at me then as he held me tight. He told me what a good girl I was, that I learned quickly and would indeed blossom under his care. Then he kissed me on the forehead and sent me to the bathroom to sleep. I was a bit disappointed but only for a second, I knew I had earned this punishment. I told him how thankful I was to be allowed to remain in the Master suite with him and not be made to sleep in another part of the house. I asked him if I may take a pillow and he said yes, that I should have a pillow and blanket. So I went and spent a restless night on the floor and I have slept with pride at his feet ever since.

 

I was brought back to the present by the sound of a match lighting and the smell of cigar smoke in the room. I smiled remembering the thoughts I was just having until my bladder reminded me that I was in no position to smile. I needed so badly to urinate, but I knew Master would be furious if I asked to be unchained. If only Sir Jonathan would leave, then maybe I could beg and gain some leniency. Sir would not look kindly on my interrupting his discussion for such a selfish reason. My own actions had come back to haunt me and I could only blame myself for my foolishness.

 

I tried again to drift off, to take my mind off of the rest of my body until Sir Jonathan went to bed. I thought then of the night Master and I had met. I had been invited to a small private party by a couple I was friendly with. I was nervous but excited to be out and had taken special care with my appearance. I wore a velvety soft leather dress. It was black and hugged my body perfectly. It had thin shoulder straps and a low neckline that ended just below my breasts. The hem was a few inches above my knee and each side had a slit that ran up to my hips. I chose black 4 inch strapped heels to wear and I had my finger and toenails painted a dark red. My auburn hair was pulled back from my face and fell in soft waves down my back. Around my neck I wore a thin, black, velvet choker with a silver heart dangling from it.

 

The first hour of the party was pleasant, though uneventful. In the second hour I saw him. My god he was something. I watched him glide across the room greeting people as he went. They all watched him, he was magnetic. Your eyes were just drawn to him. He was tall, at least 6 feet, and had thick black wavy hair. His eyes were a deep green and stood out from his face so clearly you could see them across the room. He was not handsome in the conventional sense…his lips perhaps a little too full and his nose had the look of being broken in the past…but to me he was beautiful.

 

His eyes caught mine and we stared at each other for several minutes, I just could not look away. I knew I was blushing but I could not break away from his gaze. When his eyes left me I felt empty and started working my way across the room just to be near him.

 

I spent the next 45 minutes this way, always within a few feet of him but too shy to approach. I knew he was aware of me but he did not speak or acknowledge me in any way. It didn't matter, all that mattered was that I was close to him, could smell him.

 

My heart fell when a petite blond girl came up to him and hugged him tightly. I watched as he led her to the corner of the room where a cross was set up. A crowd gathered as he stripped her and chained her wrists, the tension was so thick you could feel it crackling in the air. I took a seat on the floor near the front of the group and leaned over to the person next to me, asking them what his name was. I heard footsteps then and was startled to see him standing above me. In two quick movements he had gagged me as I sat there in shock.

"Your hands are not tied" he said. "You may accept your punishment like a good slut or you can leave".

 

That was it. He walked away and returned to his work while my face burned. I dared not look around at the faces in the crowd, how could I face these people? I truly had not meant any harm, and part of me bristled at this treatment. I thought to myself that I should get up and walk out right then, but I only thought that for a moment. I knew I would stay, and so did he.

 

He continued with his scene and I was mesmerized. He knew her body so well, it was almost a dance they did together. His whips were an extension of him, his blows falling with perfect aim. I closed my eyes, imagining I was in her place and I felt my body melting. I knew I would give anything to feel those whips, to feel his hands run down my back, to feel his lips on my neck. I opened my eyes and became hypnotized by his movements, sinking further into a sort of subspace that I didn't know existed. Could you dive without being touched? Could your mind drift to that place simply by watching another's pleasure? I hadn't thought so but now I realized that it was indeed possible, that he had taken me to that place.

 

I was brought back from my dive by his hand on my chin. I hadn't even realized the scene had ended and I blushed when he winked at me, showing that he knew exactly what was going through my mind. He grabbed a towel then and wiped the moisture from around my mouth. I had tried to keep up with the side effects of the gag but lost the ability to care as I dove. This kindness surprised me and I think right then is when I fell in love with him.

 

I was brought sharply back to reality this time by my body's insistence on having some relief. I felt the sharp pains and knew that I would not be able to deny it much longer. I looked over but Master and Sir Jonathan were still deep in discussion and I moaned out loud by mistake. Master looked at me questioningly then and I decided I must bite the bullet and go for it.

 

"Master, may I interrupt for a second?" I asked.

 

"That depends, little girl, are you going to ask a question you know you should not ask?"

 

I sighed, of course he knew what the problem was. He had even tried to warn me that it would happen but I did not heed his advice. I thought of a way to get around it but knew there was none.
"It is not important, Sir, I am sorry I disturbed you" I stammered and lay back down, determined to do anything I had to do to avoid asking for release.

 

I tried to fall asleep, I really did, but my body would just not be denied. I knew the punishment would be harsh if I interrupted again but decided it would not be as bad as the punishment if I urinated in the bed.

 

"Master, Sir Jonathan, I am so sorry for interrupting but I am having a terrible problem". I tried to sound as desperate as I could, which wasn't very hard.

"What would that be, slave?" Master asked and I hesitated only a second before answering in a long jumble of words. "I need desperately to urinate, Sir. I know I was wrong in drinking so late and I know that I must never disturb you after I am chained unless it is a dire emergency and I have lain here trying very very hard not to disturb and I have tried to hold it as long as I could but I just can't anymore and I fear that I will make a terrible mistake soon if I don't relieve myself please please please Sir, please may I use the restroom?"

 

He and Sir Jonathan both laughed then and I knew that I sounded like a blithering idiot but I couldn't help it. Now that I had decided on a course of action my bladder seemed to have switched into overdrive, making the problem even more pressing.

 

The laughter did not last long however and I cringed when I heard Master say goodnight to Sir Jonathan. He had decided that this must be handled privately so not only had I made a fool of myself in front of his friend I had caused him to cut his evening short. When he walked over to the bed I was crying softly and I knew I could not look up.

 

"So, you acted like a child this evening and now when it is time to accept the consequences of your actions you beg for help in front of our guest." He shook his head then and I cried harder, angry with myself for my foolishness but still determined to get relief.

 

"Come on then" he said sternly and I hurried to present my neck so that he could release the chain. I dared not meet his eyes as he ordered me to the floor and told me to follow him to the bathroom. I crawled behind him, barely holding my urine in, and scrambled to the toilet.

 

"No!" he commanded and I looked at him confused. "Do you think you should be allowed to relieve yourself with dignity after the way you behaved this evening?"

 

"No, Sir" I whispered, not knowing what he had in mind. He ordered me to the bathtub and told me to sit inside with my knees up to my chest. "Now you may urinate" he said "and do not take too long or you will lose the chance."

I buried my head in my knees and cried as the humiliation grew. I did urinate then, I had no choice, and my body thanked me as my mind became even more aware of the punishment I would receive. I wondered if this was it, but I did not kid myself. Master believed in teaching a lesson once and making it memorable, this would not be the end.

 

When I was finished Sir kneeled next to the bathtub and spoke in my ear. He said one word. "Goodnight". Then he walked out of the bathroom and closed the door. I knew then what my punishment was to be and the tears came harder and faster. I cursed myself all over again. I tried to curse him but knew I could not. I had earned this punishment. I lay there in the cold bathtub, knowing I would get no sleep. My mind knew the urine had gone down the drain, but that mattered little. I was humiliated and I knew this was a lesson I would not soon forget.

 

In the morning when Master came in to use the restroom I waited for him to speak. He held his hand out to me and helped me out of the tub. I wanted to apologize, to beg for his forgiveness, but could say nothing as long as he was silent. He led me to the bedroom and helped me into my robe. Then he led me down the hall to Sir Jonathan's room. I knew what I had to do and waited as he knocked and Sir Jonathan opened the door.

 

I looked down at my feet and apologized to Sir Jonathan. I told him that I was sorry that my foolishness and selfishness had disturbed his evening and I hoped he would be able to forgive me at some point. He leaned over and kissed my forehead then and thanked me for the apology. I looked up at him and he commented that by my face he could tell that the punishment was well meted out and I started to cry and hung my head again. "It is over, little one" he said "I will think no more of it." I thanked him then for his kindness and waited for Master's orders.

 

Master led me back to the bedroom and told me to shower. I fell to my knees then and begged for his forgiveness. He lifted me up and pushed me gently towards the shower and my hopes fell. What if he would not forgive me? What if I had shown that I was too foolish to remain his?

 

I showered for a long time, afraid of what would be waiting for me when I got out. I walked slowly into the room where he was sitting on the edge of the bed and I kneeled before him. I waited there without speaking, with my head hung low, and the tears falling. Finally he spoke.

"I forgive you."

 

I cried harder then and hugged him, releasing all of my tension. I thanked him over and over again and swore to be perfect, to never be foolish or selfish again and he laughed at me, telling me not to make promises I couldn't keep. I knew he was right but I was determined to never let anything like this happen again.

 

I snuggled in for a second and then asked to be excused. I wanted to stay there all day but knew that I could not. No matter what else is happening there are chores to attend to and I was not about to shame Sir again by not having breakfast ready for our guests.

 

I smiled an emotion filled smile as I made my way to the kitchen. I was drained, physically and emotionally, but I had come through it and I still belonged to Sir.