Early Nov: Corner Time. Me and my 'Tude

Katrina has ordered me to summarize and blog the last few days in a soft manner. Sunday night I had a massive blow up with Jody. The cause is not for publication here but the topics involved my reaction to something she did or at least something I perceived she did. Katrina got wind of it. Yes, I sent her the gory details among other things. She summoned me to her place Monday and dutifully, I went. Brie, who is her long time submissive who has also dommed me, was there.

The overall mood was somber. I was told to strip and leave my clothes upstairs and head for the basement playroom. Once there I was positioned so I stood facing th wall in the farthest corner from the door. I hate corner time but I didn’t protest. I was blindfolded, and then told to lean forward slightly until my nose touched the wall. I stood there, nose against the wall, from about 1100 until 130. In the meantime Katrina and Brie went back up stairs presumable to have some quality time. Little was said directly to me. Eventually Katrina sent me home with instructions that I wasn’t to see anyone until she called and I was on cumm restrictions until further notice.

The next couple of days were quiet, yet tense. Until today. I was again summoned to Katrina’s. Again down to the basement nude and back in the same corner, blindfolded and nose against the wall. Sh wnt upstairs and I was ignored. Upon returning she scratching me lightly with her nails, talking to me softly, reinforcing my status. She used a vibe on me in a teasing manner, bringing me close then backing away. She continued to talk urging me to get the evil thoughts out of my mind and let myself go free. When I didn’t respond immediately she took an ice cube from her drink and forced it into my ass. I cringed; she did it time and time again until I couldn’t stand it. I muttered I’ll confess my thoughts. She removed the blindfold and turned me facing her. Get it out, salope, she told me. I began spilling the thoughts I’d harbored for days. She listened, did not comment, when I’d pause, she’d simply say there’s more isn’t there. I’d nod and continue until I’d purged my mind. She asked tons of questions, listened to my answers then took me to a padded table and had me lay down, my legs dangling from the knee down. She softly began working me again; I exploded, she continued until I exploded again. She let me dress and go home with instructions to blog and be aware that punishment will follow.