For the past month we have been living a vanilla life. No mention of Femdom at all. Quite boring really.
But last night V told me to do something and I objected.
“You’re not very submissive these days, are you?” she said.
“Well, you haven’t been very dominant either,” I replied.
We then started a discussion about our previous Femdom experiences and how things used to be between us.
V admitted she liked it when I did what I was told. I said I’d be happy to revert back to my submissive role.
“Then start doing what I tell you, beginning now,” she said.
Later in the evening she seemed happier – more content – than she has been for a long time. I asked her about this and she admitted that, yes, she did prefer it when I obeyed her.
“So, do you want to whip me tonight?” I asked, pleadingly.
“Yes, and there’s a long list of bad behaviours you need to be punished for so I hope you’re up to it,” she said.
I received my whipping last night and it hurt like hell – by far the most painful I’ve received so far.
But I was also extremely grateful to V that she wanted to thrash me and I thanked her intensely.
This morning in bed she nudged my groin with her foot. “Haven’t you forgotten something?” she asked.
“My morning cup of tea in bed. Get moving and I shouldn’t have to remind you.”
How good it feels to be her servant once more!