HER HANDS

She reads again the words he once wrote to her. Her breathing is shallow and her mind set alight with images of the dom seeking the truth. Had she been good? Had she kept her hands where they belong? She had been so prepared to lie, and yet his questioning had exposed the lie. She stood in the corner awaiting correction, and the strap was at the ready too, to teach her a deeper lesson this time.

She sits there, staring at the blank screen now. She knows that she too may not touch herself without permission. But, the effect of the words is so intense and immediate. She longs for the release her fingers may bring.

She tries to resist it, but she cannot.

She goes to the bedroom and closes the door. She takes off her dress and she lays down on the bed. Her fingers make their way into her panties and her open cunt reacts forthwith. She is transported to the scene on the page and this time, it is her in the corner awaiting her master’s correction for her crime. At the same time as she sins, she is receiving correction for the sin. Only this time, there is no pain; only intense pleasure that has her so enraptured she cannot stay silent.

Now, the pleasure is over, and the guilt replaces the pleasure. Will he ask? Will he question her as to the details of the day? And, will she tell, only to be in the corner for real?

Does she risk the pain of redemption or the pain of deceit? Not even she knows what she will decide until the questioning is complete.