That Moment When Your Friend Asks You If She Could Practice Some Rope Ties On You. And You Thought She

The look a beta gets when he’s been a good boy, done all the chores he was assigned, but then goes above and beyond, makes it all worth it - all the hard work, all the sacrifices, all the soul crushing humiliation. Her genuine smile is worth every bit of it. Sure, it still hurts when that smile is followed by a command like “okay Sissy, time for me to leave for my date- fetch my purse and car keys for me”, but you have that smile and the knowledge that you’ve pleased her to console you while you’re home alone all night, and for a submissive beta sissy simp like you, that’s enough.

Special Spanking Part 2

The rest of the day, after receiving my girlfriend Lydia’s text with her photo, I was nervous and anxious, almost afraid to go home to get the punishment I deserved. More than that, she’d grounded me for the weekend, meaning I would be naked and bound at all times and would be spanked twice daily, by her and her “special friend,” who would be joining us. I was miserable, but also highly aroused by the thought.

When time passed and it was time to go home, I knew my freedom was over. I drove home, then parked. Where I lived, there was a common parking area, then a long walkway to my residence, an end unit townhouse. I parked, then started to walk slowly, my head down, already shamefully hard and blushing about it.

“Hello Ryan.”

I looked up, and my heart sank. It was Sydney, my girlfriend’s best friend. She was, like Lydia, provocatively attired, but it was difficult to get excited knowing what she was about to do to me.

I took in the sight of her for a moment, from her sunglasses down to her bare feet. The thought kept going through my head - this woman is going to spank me - and the foolish thought of trying to run away passed through my consciousness.

But I knew better. Sydney worked as a police officer. She was trained to take me down.

“Take off your shirt, Ryan,” she told me. “Now.”

“So you’re the special friend?” I asked.

“You know that I am,” she replied. “Obey now.”

I glanced around to see if any of my neighbors were watching but it didn’t matter. I had to obey. I stripped off my shirt and dropped it to the ground. Sydney reached behind her and got her handcuffs off her bikini’s waistband.

“Turn around, hands behind your back,” she ordered, something she’d probably said hundreds of times, but never to me. I turned around and gave up my hands, and she handcuffed me right there where anyone could see.

The woman held me and picked up my shirt. “You are under arrest and in Lydia’s custody. You have been sentenced to a weekend of bondage and spanking. Once inside, you will be stripped naked and remain naked until Monday morning. Do you have any questions?”

A tear was already escaping my eye as the beautiful woman led me toward my apartment, and my fate was sealed. I was captured and would be held prisoner without any hope of escape, and I knew I deserved it.

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In her haste to complete her account of L's visit before she returned to work on Monday, Mistress omitted one incident during the final night which I find much harder to forget.

I was lying awake by her bedside, nursing a painful erection, when I felt a kick in my ribs. I turned to see Mistress crooking a finger to beckon me closer. I raised myself up towards her and she whispered to me to fetch her a glass of water.

I crept out to the kitchen with my erection wiggling in front of me, casting a priapic shadow, and fetched her the water. When I returned, I knelt on the floor and offered it up to her in the required posture. She took a couple of mouthfuls, then reached over and poured the rest over the duvet I was sleeping on.

Grinning mischievously, she waved me away and told me to get "back to sleep". At first, I tried to avoid the wet patch, but it was too extensive to avoid completely and I suspected that Mistress would be wanting me to lie in it, so I did. If Mistress wants me to be uncomfortable, uncomfortable I must be.

This actually solved one of my problems: my erection soon subsided. On the other hand, it wasn't long before I started to feel the need to pee. That was a bigger problem than you might imagine, as when I am permitted to sleep beside her bed, I am not allowed to move, without her permission, until morning.

I am also not permitted to disturb her, except in the case of an emergency, so I am unable to ask her permission either. Mistress would not recognise my need to pee - no matter how desperate - as an "emergency". In fact, she clearly wanted to cause me distress and may even have wanted to make me wet myself.

I lay there anxiously for what seemed like hours, trying my best to hold on, but sure that it was a physical impossibility to last until I was due to rise. I had little idea of the time, as I was unable to see a clock from where I was. The strain was unbearable and at times, I felt like just letting go and taking the consequences.

At last, first light arrived and I padded off hurriedly to the bathroom to relieve myself, taking care not to make a noise in case I disturbed either Lady. It was technically morning and I hoped Mistress would stretch a point; if she wouldn't, I would just have to take whatever punishment she conceived.

In the event, nothing was said and it felt almost as if my anxiety was needless. You may be thinking that Mistress just forgot and I am foolish to write this and remind her: in fact, I have already confessed. Mistress laughed out loud and sentenced me to a caning, which she administered over the weekend.

I have been asked if I ever get tired of Mistress tormenting me. The short answer is "Yes". I often long for her to stop and be nice to me for a while; but sometimes when she is nice for long periods, I miss her tormenting me; and although I enjoy my periods of relative freedom when she is working, I live to be under her control.

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[Pics are from the old youngdommes site and feature the lovely Mistress N look-alike model, Nicola]

Reminding Her slave that it's just a stupid thing that exists purely for Her sadistic amusement.