FROM: MICK COLLINS, EXECUTIVE EDITOR
TO: MIGUEL, WESTERN CORRESPONDENT AND PERSONAL TRAINER TO THE CEO
RE: REQUEST FOR DECLARATORY JUDGMENT.
As alluded to in yesterday’s blog, I need your considered judgment on how to handle a rather shocking breach of protocol here at the World Headquarters yesterday morning.
You are quite familiar with our contract, and its provision at Section II, paragraph 6 that, “On Sunday mornings for at least 2 hours, and at other times upon agreement of the parties, Mistress will submit completely to the Slave, as if she was the Slave and he was the Master/Owner under the terms of this Agreement.”
Yesterday morning I set out to exercise those rights at around 9 am, before a bike ride we had planned. Actually it had been three weeks since a proper switch day, because Mistress had been traveling (I suppose one mistake I had made, in retrospect, was not requiring some sort of Switch exercise on the Sunday when she was MIA).
Things started out without a hitch. She meekly allowed me to lock the red cuffs on her slender wrists, and I linked them together with a little metal clip. When I expressed frustration that I could not find the bag of cloths pins, she even helpfully suggested that I look in the drawer of the bed side table. Sure enough they were there, and I removed two new ones, rather than use the two that were sitting next to the bag, where she apparently placed them after returning from her overseas voyage.
“Boy that wasn’t very smart, was it Slave…. I hate those things.”
“Maybe you are subliminally craving them, Mistress. You certainly had them on enough at M’s direction during your trip.”
I had a rather simple scheme to implement.
Mistress would be on her hands and knees on the bed, her lovely, soft breasts hanging down. I would attach the clothes pins to her nipples. Some thrashes with the riding crop on her vulnerable ass, then her reward by way of the Hitachi, all while she presented her ass to me that way.
Then, of course, Slave would take his reward.
I clipped the pegs to her hanging nipples. Then reached for the camera to record the occasion.
That’s when the complaining began.
“That’s horrid Slave…..”
“I can’t stand it…..
“Take them off right away…..”
You get the picture.
Now I knew that she could take it. She’d worn them for me before. And all that furious masturbating with both nipples clipped should have made this all the more tolerable, correct? (Unless she was yanking both of our chains about that, you may want to consider having her make a video the next time).
I was determined not to succumb to the vociferous whining and wheedling, but I was moved by her “agony”. I chose to skip the cropping part and go straight to the Hitachi.
“How about this your royal whiner, they come off with the first orgasm….”
She was still on hands and knees, her legs spread just enough to accommodate the churning bulb at the business end of the Hitachi.
You would have been impressed by the way her ass was squirming back and forth, as she seemed to quickly hit her stirde and shudder and quake through a rather impressive cum, all the while moaning and gasping with a combination of pleasure and pain.
Then I looked down under her lovely trunk and what did I see?
Somehow, your little slut had reached up with those bound hands while I was concentrating on pleasuring her, and popped off both of the cloths pins.
I was shocked. Very shocked.
“I’m sorry Slave…. they were just way too painful.”
“I obviously need to secure those wrists much better the next time.”
Fool that I was, I did let her have another orgasm with the Hitachi, before having her roll over to accept my rigid work-a-day cock. At least that went off as anticipated, Mistress moaning through another cum before I took my own pleasure from her.
But afterwards I cross examined her on her little act of civil disobedience.
“So why did you not let me finish you before you took off the pins, Mistress?”
“They just hurt so much Slave….”
She hypothesized that because they were “new” pins, the springs were particularly tight, causing more pain than normal. This makes me winder if she doctored the pins she had taken to Europe, stretching the springs a bit so that they were looser than specifications would require. Sort of like using a corked bat or one of those new “slice-proof” golf balls.
Maybe there is a lab that checks for such sub transgressions?
I made it clear to her that next Sunday there would be consequences for her misbehavior. I know, justice delayed is justice denied. But in this case, maybe making her dread what is ins tore for a few days will force her to consider the error of her ways.
I understand she gave you a little verbal “preview” of what had happened, lobbying for a reprieve. But now that you know all of the sad and pathetic facts of her inability to comply with her contractual obligations, I do look forward to your advice.
Our contract does not have a clear remedy clause. And I am not sure I want to take the matter to a local Equity Judge, who might not have nuanced view of this type of breach.
So we look you for Justice, M.
I might add that there could be some extenuating circumstances that I have not considered. As an example, could it be that with the clips attached with her nipples hanging down they are more painful than with her lying on her back? Maybe our Senior Correspondent, the sub-sisters or other readers can add their perspective before you render your decision.
We look to you for your judgment on this sad matter.