The realities of submission - the oath (3/3)

Master’s message entitled ‘Final Session.’

I am saddened by the reproach from Master about my forgetting the staggered 5 levels of punishment. It has been so long. I am sure I gave a good punishment in the right vein, if not exactly right, at least achieving levels 3 and 4.

I now remove my stockings and am bare-naked. It is a state that the slut I am loves beyond measure. Never I feel purely natural. Always 'sex' comes to my mind. I deserve punishment.

I lay down spread-eagled, limbs in all directions, and recite:
"I, Vanna Vechian, will obey my Master in all ways for as long as he chooses me to be his slave.
"He may do as he wishes with me.
"He may sell me, let his friends use me as he sees fit. I have no rights.
"This I solemnly swear on the book of 'O'"

The dog crawls to the bed and climbs on it, finding the whip. I am so ready for this and want the entire world to witness. I am a slut. There is no other way about it.

Legs raised and apart, so exposed and available, I recite my oath, confident and with steady voice.

With force I lash out on my vagina and hit the left side. I draw breath in through clenched teeth under fierce pain, yet happy and willing.

My oath, steady.

Second lashing, on what appears to be the same spot exactly. I groan, develop tears. The pain abates.

Oath, unsteady.

Lashing, right side, bearable.

Oath, steady.

Lashing, left again. I shred my throat.

Oath, sobbing, but I manage.

Lashing, right. Endorphins at their top. Past pain.

Oath, steady, mechanical.

Lashing, right.

Oath, steady, proud.

Lashing, inner thigh left. Oath. Again inner thigh and oath. I could take more. The oath is a mantra, the pain a drone.

Lashing on inner right thigh, oath. The same repeated.

I am literally ready for anything and anybody. Belong to the world.

I tie my ankles to the far bed corners with scarves. Renewed clothespins on my nipples. Third coming. They are a trifle.

In a daze.

My instructions tell me to access my clitoris, gently, and my dear labia. I do and ever so slowly leave the world of the painslut I had become and enter that of the woman of senses I am.
The removal of the clothespins, thankfully, I bear well without leaving the land of the senses.
On the wave of pain I come immediately when resuming fingering. It is an earth shattering orgasm. I feel I rocket into the universe. Then lie still for a great time.
Find myself fiddling again. Fingers, always preferable to a vibrator to me, sensitive and sensing. Have a series of 3, 4 low intensity but stretched orgasms which draw spasms through my entire lower body.

I AM SO THANKFUL FOR THIS DAY.

Often I fear losing my sexual self in the rut of daily life. It is back

Oath. I sing it!

My hot shower is like born-again baptism. Senses. I feel so whole and fulfilled. How can I deny! I observe how marked I am, thighs and vagina. Will camouflage by wearing opaque anthracite pantyhose. Pretext: the cold. Torso will remain naked. He may see faint red marks on my breasts, but I easily camouflage these by cream.

One hour before return of my husband. I love him. And Master.