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Nora stood in the middle of the living room, tears streaming down her face, her hands behind her head with her fingers laced. She could feel the throbbing of her ass, synchronized with her heartbeat. She wanted to rub the dozen fresh welts that Master had just created on her ass with the delrin cane – anything to either sooth the fire in her ass or the somewhat different fire smoldering just a few inches away from it, but she dared not move her hands. Master stood behind her. She could not see him, but she knew he was there. He said, “What am I going to do with you, Nora?” He punctuated his rhetorical question with a sharp slap on her left butt cheek, making her cry out with the fresh assault on her tender striped bottom. “You know the rules, don’t you?” She half-whimpered her reply: “Yes, sir.” “Is it too much to ask for you to obey them? Are the rules onerous in some way?” She knew what he was doing. In their relationship, most of the rules existed to accentuate the power exchange between them. In this case, the rule she had broken was that she was not to pleasure herself without permission. All that was required of her Şişli escort bayan was that when she wanted to touch herself she simply had to ask Master. Almost without exception he would allow it (often deciding to watch the show) and almost all of the exceptions were when he decided to take matters into his own hands (which was far more pleasurable). She knew there was only one answer she could give: “No, sir.” “Then why do you have such difficulty complying?” Her lip trembled. She knew the answer, She was naughty so that she could experience his punishment. She knew she could ask him any time to bring out his sadistic streak, but as often as she had done so, she came to discover that she enjoyed the punishment dynamic. They could simulate it, of course, but a corner of her mind could simply not let go of the difference between the two scenarios. “Sir…” She couldn’t say it. She started to cry, her fresh tears running down the tracks of her previous ones. Master stepped around to the front of her. She looked in his face. He tried to keep is visage stern, but she could see something softer in his eyes. “You don’t Escort Sultangazi need to answer, Nora. I know you are naughty just so you can be punished. But don’t you see the position that puts me in? Punishments are intended to deter misbehavior, not encourage it. So you’ve been caned. And I’ll bet at the time that’s what you expected to happen. Even wanted, am I right?” Nora started to get nervous. She had no idea where this conversation was going now. But she answered, “Yes, sir.” “But that’s not your punishment. It can’t be – it’s what you wanted. Am I right?” “Yes, sir.” He continued, stepping off to the side of the room. She kept her eyes facing forward as he continued, “So now your actual punishment begins, Nora. And this is going to take some time. But before I go into details, let me show you this.” He stepped back into view holding a video camera attached to a tabletop tripod. He continued, “This is going to keep you honest, Nora. I will be watching you. Not all of the time, but you’ll never know when. You’re going to endure this punishment alone, but that solitude will not afford you an opportunity Taksim escort to evade what you’ve earned for yourself.” Nora shuddered and a pit opened up in her stomach. She saw the unblinking eye of the camera and realized that the hold it would force her to place on herself would be stronger than a steel chain. Master walked over to a table by the side of the room and set up the camera. She watched him fiddle with his phone for a moment and then, while watching its screen, he waved his hand in front of the camera twice. He nodded and shoved the phone back in his pocket. He walked back to Nora and grabbed her by the elbow and marched her into the corner of the room. “Kneel,” he ordered. She dropped down to her knees awkwardly, still keeping her hands behind her head. “Lean forward and place an elbow on each wall.” she did so. “Now, lift your feet off the floor. I want them high up.” Nora lifted her feet and gasped as her weight shifted to her knees. Some of her weight was borne by her elbows, but the pain in her knees made her instantly forget about the throbbing in her ass. She cried out. Master knelt beside her. He had her phone in his hand and placed it on the floor in the corner. He said, “You will stay in this position until I text you otherwise. If you move, I will see it, and I will text you and you can expect that your punishment will be lengthened.

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