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I turned the page to the other side, and my eyes were connected to the most thrilling part of the rules. I quickly scanned the document, and a playful smile appeared on my lips. Finally, I was writing down something I was excited about.
The first few were easy, and basically, I’d obeyed them for quite some time:
1. Your body will be available for me to use at any time. You will act like my personal sexual plaything. Your pussy and ass belong to me. You give me full permission to use your holes as I see fit, at any time of the day or night. You will keep your private parts smooth or in a fashion requested by me.
2. Your orgasms belong to me. You will always ask for permission to have one.
3. You will never touch a sexual toy unless you’re instructed otherwise. Also, you will never touch yourself in a gratifying way without my previous consent.
4. If I’m not with you, you will let me know about your every orgasm and what you fantasized about.
5. After your orgasm, you will say, "Thank you, Sir/Daddy."
6. You can initiate foreplay, sexual acts, or blowjobs almost anywhere and at any time.
7. When you get in bed, you must remove all items of clothing.
However, after writing the next rules, my excitement was replaced with uneasiness. My lack of familiarity with that lifestyle was one thing; the other was that even at the beginning, there were so many requirements on his side. I was scared of not fulfilling the expectations. For example, I was afraid of anal training and what it might be about. My last faint memory of having anal sex was something I couldn’t count as an experience. I remembered that it was painfully enjoyable, but that was all.
I shook my head, focusing on the matter at hand. Mr Thorn had always explained everything to me, and he’d answered any questions I had. All I had to do was ask about it. I trusted him that he wouldn’t do anything I wouldn’t consent to. I rubbed my tired eyes, and then continued writing.
8. You will wear a butt plug at least once per day as part of your anal training. You will practise anal training until you can take my cock with ease.
9. You may ask for a particular sexual act before starting the scene but not during it.
10. Once the scene has started, I have full control and expect full cooperation from you.
An exasperated sigh left my mouth when I looked at the next few rules. The last section, and I could go to sleep. I peered at my phone, expecting to have at least one text from Mr Thorn, but he kept radio silence between us. I pushed my concerns about him still being angry at me to the side, and took probably my twentieth blank sheet of paper to continue my punishment.
Writing down thatI shall not lieand thatI shall be respectful at all times, put a smile on my face. There was nothing in the rules about teasing, and there was also nothing about me being forbidden to touch or talk to Mr Thorn. Kneeling in the corner was part of the punishments list, and the rules did not contain any specific positions which I should learn. I was extremely glad for that because kneeling next to the bed while he fell asleep didn’t sound very exhilarating.
However, the best rule, which Mr Thor had come up with, was:you will NOT consider "Nothing" as an appropriate response to "What’s wrong?"I had a fit of laughter after reading it for the first time. He really knew women pretty well.
And finally, the very last rule on the list, which, of course, couldn’t be missed.
You understand that failure to comply with these rules will result in punishment and re-training. Punishment will depend on the severity of the infraction.
After four hours of constant writing, I was done. I leaned into the huge chair, closing my burning eyes for a moment. How could Mr Thorn work so much? Didn’t his eyes hurt? It was a horrible experience to spend so much time concentrating on one task. The last time I’d done it, I’d been at a university. But I was younger and more resilient then.
At work, I had to be perfect, yet it was easier to make notes, answer phone calls, and schedule meetings. And I had breaks. Here, it was a nightmare. Just the thought of repeating it made me shudder. I would rather take a belt next time than write down the lines.
I took a quick shower and lay down on the comfortable bed, completely naked. I’d sent the photos of the pages to Mr Thorn before I went to the bathroom, but he didn’t react. I was just thinking if it would be rude to call him at one am when my phone rang, and a huge smile spread across my face. It was him.
"Hello, princess. It took you quite some time to finish your task," Mr Thorn stated, and I rolled my eyes. The sounds of music and people chatting were heard from the other side, and I frowned. He wasn’t in a hotel room.
"Where are you, sir?" I instantly burst out as the feminine laughter cut through my ears like a sharp knife, making my heart painfully clench in my chest.
"I’m attending a meeting," he replied without any sign of emotion in his voice.
"At one am?" I yelled, and I sat up on the bed, suddenly very uncomfortable with my own nakedness.
"Electra." His stern voice rang in my head, reminding me who was the boss in this conversation. But I was too upset with his stupid answer to calm down.
"Mr Thorn!" I groaned, exasperated. "Until now, I've been writing down lines like a good girl while you've been having fun with other women!"
"I said I’m attending a meeting." He raised his voice, making me shudder. "Watch your pretty mouth, Electra."
"Or what?" I shouted, shaking with anger. "You'll want me to write 'I'll respect Mr Thorn!' a hundred times after you've finished with whatever slut you're meeting with?"
