BDSM Blog Part 8. In the ignore corner

BDSM Blog Part 8. On ignore.

English/Dutch translation at the bottom of the page.

When in a horny mood I stuck my finger in Boss' ass without permission, he immediately punished me by fucking me in my ass without warning and without lube. Afterwards, when I bled profusely and blurted out that he was a bastard, he left angrily without kissing me goodbye, which I felt very sorry for. Whereas Boss always gives me my well-deserved goodbye kiss, this time he walked right past me. Unfortunately, this did not turn out to be my only punishment....

When I apologise humbly via whatsapp after he leaves, he ignores me. Of course. Actually, I didn't expect anything else, but not apologising isn't an option either, of course.

When he has not responded by evening, I venture another message.

"I understand very well that you are angry, Boss. I should never have done what I did without permission. It was more than right for you to punish me. I should also never have said you are a bastard. Because you are not. I am a disobedient slave who deserved to be put in her place. "

No answer.

I know it will work out in the end, but it still doesn't sit well with me. I regret my words and cannot catch sleep.

I hate it when Boss is angry with me. Especially when he doesn't accept my apology. Despite the knot in my stomach, I finally fall asleep around three o'clock in the morning only to be startled awake an hour later by a deafening thunderstorm.

The rain clatters against the bedroom window and I miss my King more than ever. In my mind I hear over and over again the words he said. "If you want me to come back you will have to earn this." At the idea that it could be a very long time before I get to see him again, I even shed a few tears.

As I lie wide awake listening to the rain and staring at the ceiling, the room is suddenly lit up by a white bright lightning bolt that makes my eye catch the overflowing bookshelves hanging on the wall opposite my bed. Just when I think I need to clear those out I get a great idea. Literally a 'flash of insight'.

"If you want me to come back you will have to earn this."

That's it! This is the way to earn Baas back. All the old books go out and an altar for Boss comes in!

Altar

Immediately I grab my phone to search the internet for all kinds of accessories whose symbolism refers to Boss. Because I always call him King. I go looking for a golden crown first. I soon find one.

To coordinate everything nicely, the other accessories will also be made of gold. Although, gold. Gold, admittedly, but still.

Because Boss has made me a completely different person, a golden cobra also comes with it. After all, a snake crawls out of its old skin. I think it's beautiful symbolism. Then follows a golden vagina (yes, they exist!), a golden heart (in love!), two golden kissers (because he kisses the very best), a golden fist (for my fist king!), a crocodile (an intelligent, powerful, dangerous beast) and last but not least, a voluptuous golden ass. The reason for this needs no explanation.

When I want to checkout my shopping basket, I get to see an additional offer. Black cushions with a crowned letter of your choice! Coincidence does not exist. Or it does. Anyway, I grab my chance and choose a cushion with the letter B of Boss. That one goes on the bed, of course!

When I have ordered all the goodies it has stopped raining and I go to sleep with peace of mind. I am sure no one has ever done this for him before. With this, I am definitely going to get my King back.

When I app him again the next day to apologise again and tell him how much I love him, he continues to ignore me. Doesn't matter, I expected this. Actually, this is also exactly why I love him so much. The fact that he is so much stronger than me both mentally and physically excites me immensely.

When another two days have passed, I am still in the ignore corner. It is about time for my accessories to arrive and I can start clearing the bookshelves nicely. I can't wait to set it all up nicely for him and make a sexy yet submissive video of it.

Of course, I also cannot resist expressing my adoration for him despite my punishment. Every day I don't hear from him I send him a message. Just one a day. To let him know clearly that I regret my words and have really learned from them.

"My King, my Dom, my Everything. I understand that you have put me in ignore mode and I accept that. Nevertheless, you have not forbidden me from talking to you. I am preparing something wonderful for you. Determined to win you back. I love you terribly."

After five days in the ignore corner, my long-awaited parcel finally arrives. The shelves on which piles of books had previously been gathering dust are now empty and clean, I can immediately start clearing out.

Your punishment is over

When everything is in place and the Boss's pillow is lying neatly on the bed, I close the red velour curtains and switch on the twilight lights. Boss likes whorish. He also regularly calls me his horny whore, a title I wear with pride.

After filming the whole room around, I edit into the video the reason I bought each gold ornament in text. An appropriate music ("Big Boss" by Victoria Monét) finishes it off.

Sent.

In suspense, I keep watching the screen until he has seen it. That is soon. My heart beats in my throat. Will he react? And if so, what will he say?

Of course, he leaves me in suspense for a while. Only two hours later, the familiar tune of a received message sounds.

"Your punishment is over."

Relieved!

"Do you like it Boss?"

No answer.

How ridiculously much I love the guy....

Suddenly I see him typing.

"Get ready. I have come to dedicate my room."

It makes my heart skip a beat. Boss is coming back!

Of course, I won't let myself say this twice. I dive into my playpen and pull out my most whorish and kinky submissive outfit. A black fishnet set with stockings . High black patent leather knee boots with stiletto heel and a horny black leather belt with metal chains around my waist. Around my neck I buckle a black leather collar to which I already clip the chain. I also put the black leather handcuffs ready. I surrender to him completely.

Flogger

Another post.

"I am at the door. Lie on the bed, legs wide and Boss 2 (our thick cock dildo) in your cunt."

Bravely, I do as he tells me.

As I lie on the bed and slide the dildo past my fishnet thong into my soaking wet slit, my eye falls on the bookshelves again. I am satisfied. Now it really is all Boss's room.

When I hear him enter from the bedroom with the key, a whole swarm of butterflies waves through my stomach. His familiar heavy footsteps on the floor, his big, broad stature in the doorway.

As soon as he sees me he gets a wildly horny, almost animalistic look in his eyes. The lacquer, the leather, the chains, the heels, he loves it.

"Goddamn, horny, horny whore of mine. Naughty bitch...."

With his jacket still on, he storms towards me, grabs me, pulls me by me hair and kisses me like he has never kissed me before. He sucks on my lips, bites into them and pushes his tongue into the back of my mouth. Suddenly he stops, looks at me and spits several times full in my face. It doesn't feel like punishment at all. Rather like dominant possessiveness.

"Don't ever do this to me again, you hear! Respect will show you"

Meekly I nod.

Suddenly he pulls out a black flogger  from his jacket pocket. He turns me around, pulls my thong off my ass and works my buttocks with it. Occasionally, he lashes out with it so viciously that the strings hit my pussy just a little too hard.

"Ouch, Boss!"

"Don't squeal! A kinky whore undergoes everything without whining."

Once more, the strands stroke against my labia. And one more time.

For a moment I am about to say that my punishment was over anyway, but I swallow those words very quickly. He is quite aggressive today and I don't want to risk him running away again out of envy.

"Boss takes off his jacket and clothes, throws them in a heap on the ground. By the chain attached to my collar, he roughly pulls me towards him.

Come along, horny bitch!

When my face is close to his, his bright blue eyes look at me so compellingly that I immediately understand what he wants. Submissively, I open my mouth to him. A thick blob of spit falls on my tongue.

After I swallow his saliva, another intense tongue kiss follows. Then he throws me on my stomach on the bed, ties my hands behind my back with the cuffs and takes me hard doggy. Here he keeps me on the leash so short that I can no longer move and have to let him have his way completely. Again, it feels like rape. Sex under duress. But how I love feeling so wanted by him. To be dominated like this by my Boss. Taken...

When he has squirted his entire load of seed into me, he unchains me and gets up from the bed. Then he gives another strong tug on the chain. That collar was apparently a good move, Boss can't get enough of it.

"Come along, horny bitch!"

Like I am a disobedient dog, he pulls me after him across the floor to the bathroom. On hands and knees, I have to crawl hard to keep up with him.

"What are you going to do King?"

"Kneel."

Obediently, I do what he says.

"Keep your tits together. Make a trench."

I obey.

Then he stands wide-legged above me and lets his golden shower run wild. In hard golden jets he forcefully pisses my cleavage full. Big splashes in my face. I smell it, feel it.

Like a warm yellow waterfall, his urine splashes through my breasts onto the bathroom floor.

"My filthy, whorish urinal. I should piss you full and under every day, submissive slut that you are."

I nod.

"I know, King..."

Undeterred, he looks at me.

"Why are you so hard on me today, Boss? I made such a beautiful altar for you. Turned my bedroom into your domain."

Suddenly, he lashes out and gives me a huge slap in the face with a flat hand. Terrified, I don't know what to do or say for a moment.

With wide eyes, I look at him.

"Boss...?"

"I just deserve that altar too. It's only natural that you show your adoration for me that way. One more word and I'll smack your bottom red too."

I am confused. This man, with his boundless arrogance, only makes me want to worship and please him even more.

Tits

Before he leaves, I actually get a small kiss on my mouth.

Still completely dazed by this wildly horny, strange but delightful lovemaking, I am in the shower when I receive another message from him.

"Next time I piss all over your horny tits they will be big, fat and full. Then my slut will have real whore porn balls."

He might be right about that.

Next week, my surgery is scheduled. Lipofilling. Fat will then be sucked out of my abdomen and put back into my breasts after extensive cleaning. As I am afraid of anaesthesia, I have decided to have it done under local anaesthetic. I am looking forward to the operation but looking forward to the result.

"As big as possible," said Boss when I informed him I was thinking about breast augmentation. So that's what's going to happen. From an E cup I will go to a full H.

The H of Huge.

And as Boss likes it: hoary.

Next time: "I'm going to fuck them already!"

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