Maintenance on Demand

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I leaned over the desk and drew in a steadying breath. I was naked, as I should be when being punished or maintained. Today, it’s maintained. I needed this. I needed to know he remembers my place and his place. I need to feel his power.

TELL ME WHO YOU ARE.

i am myself, sir. i am in control of myself. Still, i offer, freely, you that control.

NUMBER

This is where I struggle. The higher the number, the stricter the maintenance. He allows me to choose because he trusts me to know what I need.

ten

He is silent. I hear him quietly harrumph and open cabinets in preparation.

BOUND?

yes, please.

He binds my ankles to the desk and times my wrists together. He stretches the rope down and attaches it to desk chair.

WHAT IS YOUR SAFEWORD?

shrimp

He begins. Ten will be the number of the day. Ten lashes with the flogger. Ten blows with the paddle. Ten stripes with the cane.

I begin to feel more like myself. More like his.

He reached beneath me and slips the waistband under. He releases my bindings and stand me up, tells me to face the corner. He finishes stripping me in then adjusts the intensity of the vibrator. Ten.

DO NOT MOVE. DO NOT MAKE A SOUND. I LOVE HOW YOUR TEARS LOOK DRIPPING DOWN YOUR FACE, BUT I WANT TO HEAR NOTHING FROM YOU.

I nod and bite my lip. Once, twice, three, a thousand times I orgasm.

TEN MINUTES OF SILENCE AND STILLNESS. THEN, YOU MAY THANK ME.

I try, really I do, but I continue to let little moans slip, then my time starts over. Finally, I make it a consecutive 10 minutes.

GOOD. NOW COME HERE AND FINISH.

I turn and walk to him, the vibrator still on INTENSE! I knee and release his cock. I can come, but I still try to say quiet. My legs down to my ankles are dripping wet. My face is a mess. I open my mouth and go down, balls deep. Now it’s his turn to moan. I feel empowered. Up and down I go, savoring every millimeter of him. He encourages me, pets my hair, leans back. I give him all the pleasure I can and when he eventually releases his sweetness down my throat, I am whole

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