12-28-09

In order to tell you this story I must first tell you about the night it truly started. The weekend after Thanksgiving Sire and I attended a party, which I have already written a story about called ‘Take Me To The Limit”. If you I not read that story then I will just say ,”That night we had a really hard play session in which Sire took me as far as I could go…and then some.”

Some time after we were done playing we were in the kitchen of the house where the party was. Sire had me sitting at the table wrapped in a blanket, holding a drink. He wanted me to eat something, but nothing there really seemed appetizing to me at the time, so I told Him that I had a small bag of peanut mm’s in my bag. He gave me a look that said, ‘That’s not what I meant, but I’ll indulge you this time’. So He got the mm’s and gave them to me and I ate one…a green one. For some reason, I always tend to dig through the bag and eat all of one color before moving on to a different color. So when Sire asked me what color I had started eating I told Him without really thinking about His rule concerning the color green. So then He starts this playful thing that every time I eat a green mm it is going to hurt. So He fed me another mm and pinched my nipple while I ate it. He was digging in the bag trying to find another one and could only find one. I smarted off, “See Sire? I got the bag I knew you would like, only three green ones!” He squinted at me and told me to hold my hands out. He dumped the whole bag into my hands and there were about eight more green mm’s in the bottom. He gave me a surprised look, “Got the bag I liked huh?”

We didn’t go through them all that night. When we got home Sire set them on His nightstand and over the next few weeks He would randomly feed me one and hurt me while I ate it. I really liked this game, so as Christmas rolled around I bought a big bag of red and green Christmas mm’s. Half green, yay!

Sire is never one to be manipulated at His games so I suppose He felt I needed a reminder of that. The day after Christmas I had to go on a long road trip. Sire sent the whole bag with me and told me eat what I wanted, but to keep track of how many green ones I ate and I was not allowed to look before I picked them up. On the drive home I would send Him a text every time I ate a green one. One…two…three. By the time I got to six I guess He was tired of getting the texts because He told me to stop. I thought He meant to stop eating them, so I did. When I got home He asked how many I had eaten and I told Him that I stopped when He told me to. He said, “I didn’t mean stop eating! I meant stop texting me so much.” So later that day I ate four more. I already knew that I was going to pay for eating the six, and I thought ten would be even more fun. Ten is not more fun.

That night I walked into our bedroom and Sire told me to strip. I quickly removed all of my clothes. Then I knelt in front of Him and removed all of His clothes. He said, “shi” and I moved into the correct standing position. He told me to pick something that He would use to make me pay for the mm’s. I said a flogger. So He told me to close my eyes while He chose a flogger from the toy bag. Then He had me hold my hands out and He dumped several mm’s into them. He didn’t really like the red/green combination and He started to take some back, but then He said, “No, that’s the way it worked out. We’ll leave it like that.” He had me walk forward with my eyes closed and lay all the mm’s on the table. Then He had me walk back across the room and place my hands on the armoire. The floggers (He held two together) He used were very thuddy and heavy so that when He sit me it felt as if the wind was almost knocked out of me. As I was gasping to catch my breath Sire reminded me to count each swing. “One Sire.”
By the time we got to ten I was gasping for breath and crying. He leaned against my back soothing me and then He asked, “Do you still like green mm’s?” I shook my head as I cried, “No Sire.” He told me to walk back to the table with my eyes still closed. If I started to go the wrong direction He would snap His fingers so that I could hear where He wanted me to go. When I reached the table He told me to put my hand out and select one mm. If it was green we would be going back to the armoire. If it was red I would get a reward. I held the mm in my hand and Sire told me to open my eyes. I almost started sobbing when I saw that it was green. He told me to eat it and go back to the armoire. I tried to hold back the tears as I walked back across the room with my eyes closed and filled with dread. I didn’t like this game anymore. There were still several mm’s on the table.

Back and forth I went, selecting mm’s. When I picked a red one Sire had me feed it to Him and He kissed me passionately. Then He told me that if I picked two more red ones in a row then He was going to bend me over the table and fuck me hard. He leaned in close to my ear and said, “I really want you to pick a red one, baby.” I reached my hand out and once again blindly selected an mm. A green mm. Sire let out and irritated breath and said, “Get your ass back over there,” and He pushed me in the right direction. I cried even harder. Once again I felt the heavy impact of the duel floggers. Once again I slowly made my way back across to the table in tears.

With my eyes closed I selected a red mm. I fed it to Sire and received my reward, a long kiss. Then I selected another red mm. This time I did not get a kiss. This time Sire grabbed me by the back of my hair pushed me down across the table and shoved His hard cock inside me. I cried out in pleasure even as the tears continued to flow. By this time the tears of agony and the tears of relief were so intermingled that I didn’t know what I was feeling. I was simply overwhelmed by it all. When Sire was done fucking me He pulled me back up and kissed me passionately. Then He had me select another mm.

I honestly don’t remember how long we went back and forth from the table to the armoire. I don’t remember how many red and how many green I selected. Once the sensations of it all overwhelm me it is so hard to focus on the details anymore.

When there was one mm left Sire asked me if I still liked green mm’s. I shook my head as I cried and said, “No Sire.”. He asked me if I wanted to eat them anymore and again I said no. He told me that from now on I am not to eat them at all and He asked me what I would do if I happen to pick up a green one. “I will throw it away,” I said. “Good Girl,” He said, “Now look at the one you are holding.” I looked down at the mm in my hand. Green. I looked up at Sire. “Go,” He said. I ran to the bathroom and threw it away then ran back to Him. He hugged me, held me close and said, “Good Girl,” in that very soothing way that He has.

Lesson learned? Do not try to manipulate Sire at His own games. If He wants to play, He will initiate it on His own.