That storm resting in Mistress’s eyes has made a permanent residence, but hell has not been unleashed just yet. I have felt a taste of her wrath lately, literally.
Mistress has been reading a series of journal-style ebooks from a female dominate. These journals detail this author’s journey as she dominates her male submissive. Mistress constantly shares some of the ideas that she finds “entertaining.” Her face lights up every time she shares something from these journals. Mistress has not read all of the ebooks, but she is well on her way. When she isn’t nose-deep in one of the journals, Mistress has her headphones listening to kink podcasts. She is fascinated and inspired by the conversations that pop up and the people who share their stories. Both of these resources have guided Mistress to be herself, her very creative, sadistic self.
So, I made a mistake on Monday that resulted in a flavorful punishment. As any submissive, I serve Mistress first and foremost above all others, except the children during family time. I typically take lunch at the same time every day during work, and this past Monday was no different. I left my office and met Mistress in the living room of our home. I asked her if she would like the leftovers for lunch and make myself a sandwich. She granted permission for both requests. I reheated the leftover dinner for Mistress and made myself a sandwich. I delivered her leftovers to her and went to the pantry to grab a drink and chips to go along with my lunch. No harm, no foul. We have been binge-watching a Netflix show, so she decided to watch a small snippet of the next episode before heading back to work. Lunch was finished, and I was cleaning up the few dishes that made up the small mess when Mistress looks at me and says “Sure would have been nice to have a drink with my lunch. I saw you got yourself something.” My jaw hit the floor. Oh, crud was my first thought. I immediately apologized to Mistress with little success.
“It’s fine, Kitty.” She stated. I was shortly puzzled.
“You will just drink your pee tonight.” There is the punishment.
As I began to protest, she looked away from me and disengaged. I tried early in the afternoon to beg my way out of it with no success. The evening came, and we spent time together on the couch and enjoying time with the kids.
I began to think that she may have forgotten until she whispered, “Do you have to pee yet?” I had been holding my pee for a while, afraid to ask to relieve myself as I did not want to remind her that I had to ingest my own urine for missing her water at lunch. But holding it did not ease the matter. When I could not hold it anymore, I asked Mistress if I could relieve myself. Her permission came with the notion that I must put a bit of urine in my drinking cup. Phew! I did not have to drink all of my urine, and she let me dilute it.
Plan B was to ride it out until bedtime. I am not a massive fan of water, so it is not uncommon for me to have a full cup around for hours. “Finish the entire class now or do it all again tomorrow.” Mistress was on to me. I was milking it with only drinking about a fourth of the glass. I ended up slamming the entire glass to avoid her wrath the following day. I cannot say that it has a specific taste other than it did not taste like water.
Mistress’s reading has increased the creativity in her punishments and her confidence to carry them out. As usual, this was just the beginning. I am sure that the urine’s dilution will decrease over time, but I can assure you that I have not missed her water at any meal since Monday night. Lesson learned.
Until next time.
Kneeling Kitty 