I’m left with throbbing pain for a short bit but I take my punishment like a girl and move on with my life. It’s always been my feeling that just as a well trained dog is a happy dog so too is a well trained slave a happy slave. For you see, it’s all well and good to have rules but if there are no consequences in place, the rules have no meaning. It’s the gift that just keeps giving because I’m fairly sure that it hurts more when you take the clamps off than when they were first put in place. This isn’t exactly a secret either, he knows how wet I get when I have body writing on me and yet he still seems to be operating under the misconception that me walking around with “I’m a silly cunt who will always kneel at my Master’s feet” written under my boobs is somehow going to make me want to change my behavior.
