I so badly wanted to give Master trouble for what he had just done, but I didn’t dare. I was really beginning to think that this whole card decks for punishment thing was a rotten idea. I sat there on the couch, relieved but mortified at what had just transpired. Master left me alone with my thoughts for a little while and then came back to announce that it was time to continue with my other punishment for that day.

He had me strip down and prepare lunch for him, and told me that I would be permitted to eat later. After I prepared his lunch, hot dogs of all things (just what he had asked for) he had me place everything on a serving tray and bring it to the living room.

Master had gone and gotten the ear plugs from the upstairs washroom. He explained to me that I was to put them in and then kneel on the floor infront of the couch, where he would proceed to use me as a coffee table. I was not to speak or look at him during this time and I was to move as little as possible until he let me know it was OK. I was allowed to have a drink and go to the washroom before I had to start.

Our living room is hardwood floors, which is uncomfortable to kneel on anyways. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to kneel there and be a table for over 2 hours but I knew I would try. I put in the ear plugs and glanced at Master quickly, watching for his nod. When it came, I lowered myself to my hands and knees, took a moment to adjust myself in what I hoped would be the most comfortable position and settled in to wait, hanging my head down and forward to keep my eyes from straying. I hate the ear plugs. They always make me feel so disconnected from the world without my sense of sound. I felt Master settle the serving tray on my back and I silently prayed to myself that I could hold steady and not cause the tray to wiggle around on my back.

I don’t know how much time passed but my knees hurt and my wrists were sore so I think it was a fair bit. Master had removed the tray awhile ago and was now resting his feet on me, using me like a footstool. I lifted my eyes and strained to peek without moving my head to see what he was doing. I think he was reading his book.

I had to adjust myself. I tried so hard not to move at all but my wrists were on fire. I could no longer feel my knees, they had gone numb. Carefully I flipped my wrists so that I was resting on the backs of my hands, while my eyes teared up at the sharp pain my stiffness had caused. I turned them back and forth a couple of times before I settled down again. I hoped that Master had not noticed but I was sure he had. I closed my eyes and just sat there. I tried to pass the time by playing games with myself in my head – talking to myself about things I had to do at work the next week, made lists for Christmas and mentally ticked off chores that needed to be completed. Finally, I had exhausted all topics of interest in my head and I just let myself to empty.

I felt Masters hand in my hair a split second before he grabbed it and yanked my head up and back. He slid into me slowly from behind, and my muscles groaned as his thrusts rocked me forward, allowing me some movement at last. Master reached around beneath me with one hand and pinched my nipples while his other hand stayed in my hair, forcing my head up and my back to arch into him. He fucked me like that, long and slow while my knees ached and my wrists burned under his weight. Finally, he pulled out and shot his load all over my back. He smacked my ass cheek and I thought I felt him push away from me. A moment later, he was infront of me and removed the ear plugs. He kissed me lightly on the forehead, “Well done, anonymous,” he whispered and helped me up to lay down on the couch.

Some of my favourite time with Master is the quiet, gentle time after a task or a scene. Master sat at the end of the couch and lifted my legs up and over him. He sat there for the longest time while he slowly flexed and bent my legs to recirculate the blood and reintroduce them to movement. While he did this, he had me tell him how I would describe today in my story.

He asked me if I thought I could accurately tell the story, without prejudice and I had to laugh and admit that I didn’t think I could. I mean, how could I not have some prejudice when I had taken part in all of the activities. Even though I knew it was a punishment, it also felt somewhat like a game. And, I would have heightened emotions regardless because I was overwhelmed with so much activity after so little for so long. Master reminded me how much he enjoys my writing and told me that he thought I would do a fine job of it. I was touched by his words.

I had some work that I needed to see to before the weekend was over and so Master graciously left me to it. We spent the rest of the day doing every day things. It was such a switch up – no longer were we Master and slave, we were just a couple, doing individual things. I found myself feeling almost depressed. I worried that we would revert back into the black hole from which I felt like we had just emerged. The thing of it is this – even when Master is in one of his ‘off’ stages, to me, he is still Master. Whether he is responsive to me or not, he is, and always will be Master. For him, its different. He told me once that he doesn’t think about it all the time and I find that confusing as for me, its all consuming. I fretted that even now, he would have lost the desire to dominate just as he found it again. I needn’t have worried.

Master had me draw both sets of papers before we went up to bed that night. I drew butt plug, 55, breasts, bathroom and then hot wax, 15, clit and deck.