The things that happen when I take s*x chocolates...

I came without permission — and Master found out.

The second I confessed, his voice dropped. Calm, cold, controlled. He ordered me to get the biggest dildo we had and stick it to the mirror. “Strip. Knees. Now.”

I already knew I was in trouble... not just because I came without asking, but because I'd taken my plug out earlier too — without permission. He didn't forget. He never forgets.

I dropped to my knees, stuck the dildo to the mirror like he told me, and waited. I was nervous. Not scared... just that deep, heavy guilt you feel when you've disappointed someone who owns you.

He told me exactly what to do:

F*ck your throat. Watch yourself gag. Don't stop until I say.

I obeyed.

At first, the guilt h*t harder than the dildo did. I kept g*gging, over and over. My throat felt off — not relaxed like it usually is. I could tell I was having an off day because my gag reflex was not on my side for this. The b*rn started early. I couldn't find my rhythm, and I could feel the way he was looking at me was not in an approving way. I glanced over... and saw that look.

Disappointment.

That's what really broke me.

He has rules for this.

Every time, all the way to the base. Every time, hold it for 10 seconds if I'm not ch*king. I wasn't h*tting those marks. I knew it. He knew it. And I knew what that meant.

So I corrected myself quickly and I pushed deeper. Relaxed more. I opened my throat and adjusted the angle so I could take it the way he expects. I knew I couldn't stop until he believed I learned my lesson.

At some point... the punishment started turning me on.

I was dripping. My p*ssy was actually starting to ache from how badly I wanted to be touched. But I knew better than to even think about touching myself. Not after the kind of day I'd had. Not after the rules I'd broken.

My throat was so sore, spit was running down my chin, and I still wasn't done.

I couldn't help but think about all of the things he was going to do to me after this...

By the end, my face and hair were soaked. My knees hurt. My p*ssy was throbbing so badly it felt bruised from not being touched. The ache between my legs had turned into this cruel pulse that made me want to beg.

But I didn't.

Because I knew... this was just the start of my punishment.

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