A friend of mine said that brats exist as part of the balance in any Ds Community. She said that “if we weren’t bratty, the how would our dominants know when we were being good? It’s a community service really.”
I am no stranger to being a brat nor am I a stranger to running my mouth excessively. Problem is I happen to be involved with two of the most evil people I have ever seen on this planet……and I don’t know how to stop myself.
Before I keep going on this epic cautionary tale Id like to say that id like to thank Jae and Clone as well as Erin for what happened to me. Jae and Clone for supplying one of the most evil things ive ever seen and Erin for demanding recompense when I was mouthy.
That being said…..
FUCK.
THIS.
THING.
I’ll get to this more in a second but first im going to take you back to about a month ago. Those were simpler times where a brat could mouth off freely with their only care being avoiding a paddle or cane.
I write a LOT on here and I tend to get long-winded. SO I try to make it easier on you the reader (and keep you coming back) by using “to be continued” on my posts. problem is I have a tendency to leave you on edge till the following post is up. This has two purposes:
- A) It keeps the blogs short and under 300 or so words so it isn’t laborious to read them.
- B) Keeps you guys coming back.
There was some discontent issued from Mrs. Erin as well as a few others that I disregarded. However, Erin and I have been friends for quite some time…..and I talk a LOT of shit to her. I THOUGHT I was only accountable for the shit I said to OSHA or Bella. However, Bella AND Osha made me aware that I am owned by them and thus my behavior (or lack thereof) reflects directly on them and the control they have over me at any given time.
Problem is I am nowhere NEAR enough of an adult most of the time and I cant help myself.
SO I wrote a post AFTER I was explicitly told by Mrs. Erin to stop using to be continued as she hates them. At the end of said post I put “To be continued” then I directly mouthed off at her saying I did it on purpose and I wasn’t scared of her or anyone else for that matter.
Bad Idea
The conversation went as follows;
Her: I hate that you break your stories up. Just btw.
Me: Aww why. Keeps bringing you back.
Her: Cuz they are an entertaining read and I am not one who likes to pause during a story.
Me: Well….just look at it as me begging you to return.
Her: Ugh
Me: You could always petition Daddy or OSHA to physically demonstrate your discontent should you wish.
BAD IDEA!
Her: Done. Shall I ask in the little group message you started or just message Daddy myself?
Me: You can do it in the group or you can message Daddy on your own. Ill be at Daddy’s place next weekend. Just be careful what you ask for *giggle*
Her: Message sent
Me: Fuck I didn’t think you were serious! Lol.
Her: Daddy will have creative freedom
Me: Oh joy.
Her: Good luck
Me: DICK
Her: You love it.
Me: So do you!
Her: and you can write about your experience in ONE FUCKING STORY!! Like a normal person.
Me: I’m going to TBC that like 10 times.
Her: No bih, she completely agrees with me btw she’s going to handle it.
Me: Umm…..no she doesn’t. Besides im not worried.
Her: Oh interesting. Thats been screenshot and sent to her.
Me: Ima kill you.
That was the shot that started all of this and I was made very aware of OSHA and Daddy’s displeasure at the fact that I had run my mouth YET AGAIN and made an ass out of myself…..and by proxy them.
The week went as it usually does with my students being themselves and me moseying through until Friday. I made my way up to Jax and to Daddy’s home with my usual sense of dread at the weekend to come. I arrived and was not disappointed as she kissed me and ushered me to the bedroom. I’ll skip all the mushy stuff, suffice to say I got laid better than hardwood floors and was pretty well convinced that Daddy had managed to forget about Erin and my little “mishap”.
Daddy stood up and motioned for me to follow here into the kitchen where, unbeknownst to me, she had attached my tether to the cabinet. She told me she wanted dinner and needed to prep some stuff so I she wanted to make sure I didn’t go anywhere she didnt want me to.
I protested like I usually do and got slapped for mouthing off. Daddy held up my chain and fed the lock through the last link. She grabbed my septum piercing and padlocked my tether onto it effectively securing me to the kitchen.
“I want salmon and Ginger rice and my kitchen better be spotless before I am served, got it?”
I said “Yes Daddy” and tried to be cute hoping I would avoid whatever “Plans” she had in store for me.
Dinner came and went and it was too late for both of us as we were both full and very tired. We retired to the bedroom and passed out; her snuggled closely to me and me collared and tethered to her bed.
Saturday came and I was re-tethered to the kitchen to make pancakes. I had started to relax figuring shed be far more interested in playing/fucking than anything else and thus id skate away scott free.
Dead wrong.
After breakfast and me cleaning up YET AGAIN Daddy disappeared and left me tethered to the kitchen for what seemed like forever. She came back and unlocked me without saying a word then reached behind me and grabbed my ponytail and started to walk towards the hallway using it as a handle…..with me having to toddle backwards and, because she’s not tall enough to ride most carnival rides, I was constantly in a fight with gravity NOT to lose my balance. Every fiber of me knew that falling would just mean that shed drag me to wherever she had planned for me to go.
She opened the door to my isolation cell and threw me up against the wall.
“Sit” she snarled.
I did as I was told and she cuffed me to the hard points on the floor. All four limbs separate and I’m effectively stuck.
Daddy rose back up to her full height and stared at me like a hunter sizing its prey and slammed the cell door locking it with an audible “click”
I was cuffed, alone, in the dark for what felt like hours staring at the glow-in-the-dark paint that was written on the walls. The problem with me and isolation (and BOTH Daddy and Osha are very well aware of this) is that my mind wanders and without any stimulus I get really bored which, for someone like me, is almost physically painful.
My solitude was interrupted by the deadbolt on the door being unlocked and light flooding into my eyes. She quickly undid my cuffs and grabbed my ponytail again as her handle.
I was dragged down the hall half crawling and half sliding to Daddy’s bedroom and made to kneel.
She gave me a notebook and a sharpie then sat down on her makeup bench in front of me.
“Princess, you have embarrassed me and Osha and that is unacceptable so we are going to have a chat.”
I relaxed some more out of confusion than anything else. She started to rattle off questions and have me write responses on the notebook then hold them up and have her take pictures to send to the people I had managed to piss off.
It. Was. Humiliating. I was effectively being “pet-shamed” for running my mouth.
Last she came to Erin and her complaint about what I had done.
I wrote out that I would take constructive criticism and consider it as opposed to ignoring it in the notebook and that’s when things began to take a turn.
What came next was way worse as she produced this fucking thing and laid it in front of me.
I was told that I would have to kneel on this God forsaken thing for two minutes per infraction and I got an additional minute added to one round because I was being a brat. After the kneeling session I was to sit flat on the mat for two minutes per infraction and she was going to sit in front of me and watch to make sure I did my time.
To be completely honest I looked at this mat and giggled (Internally im not a moron) because I understand weight distribution and I THOUGHT that this would be like laying on the whole bed of nails deal; it’d be uncomfortable but manageable.
I need to learn to stop thinking.
I opened the book to the first sign and moved to kneel on the spikes.
Yall I would rather have walked across a pile of LEGO’s than kneel another second on those thing because LEGOs would have hurt less. Immediately as my knees hit the spikes searing pain went through my whole body. I could feel it in my ASS! This was insane and I was only a few seconds into THREE FUCKING MINUTES!
I tried shifting my weight to accommodate the point and hopefully make it less painful.
Wrong again
It sent yet another brilliant symphony of pain up my knees and legs and into my hair.
This was about the point that Daddy asked if I was enjoying myself. She told me that Ms. Jae and Clone had suggested it due to it being an accupressure mat designed to contact points that do….something but at this point im convinced the “something” is cause you so much pain that you don’t think about your back anymore.
Finally the last seconds passed and I was granted a few seconds of rest before shifting to SITTING on this god damned thing for another three minutes.
AGAIN I ran to my physics classes and went; “My ass and legs are bigger area than this thing so more surface to handle the spikes.
Oh there was more surface alright.
I held up the next sign and sat back instantly cursing my physics professor for being such a monumental liar.
The pain shot up my spine and into my teeth and that’s not even the WORST part of the whole thing. Oh no no, the worst part was that there is certain…..equipment in that region that happens to be EXTRA sensitive due to hormones etc.
There were spikes digging their evil way into my damned gooch! my huh uh, my fucking TAINT!
If you’ve never had pain in that particular region of your body then you should thank whatever deity you believe in because dear GODS.
Three minutes passed, thankfully, and we were onto the third infraction; Erin’s discontent. I was on my knees again and somehow the pain was ten times worse. I don’t know who made this damned mat but I hope when they get to Hell, Satan welcomes them by shoving a pitch fork up their ass.
I knelt there on the bed of despair and Daddy began to talk to me and started to video this whole process. She inquired if I understood what I had done wrong all the while having to call my attention back to her away from my poor knees and shins.
She asked if I was sorry yet to which I said “Kinda” and she sat back to continue to watch the show laughing the whole time.
Time stretched out into an eternity as I was informed that Erin would get a full description of all that had happened and I needed to understand that this particular punishment would be reserved for when I needed to be corrected in the future. I was told I had better watch my mouth as the next go round the intervals would be five minutes and I nodded that I understood.
I was allowed to come off the mat and I curled into a fetal position with tears running down my face. Daddy went to lay on the bed after she put the mat away and called me to her. In her hands she held my stuffed animal and she assured me it was ok. I curled into her and lay there shaking for quite some time knowing that this wasnt the last time id see that damnable thing.
Musings of the Wicked 
I’m hoping you learned your lesson Muse?
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She NEVER stays out of trouble for long.
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