Friday evening. I was tired after a week of work, but still very busy writing and working on my website. But the moment came that I was just too tired to continue. I lay down on the couch and relaxed, even drifted off to sleep for short moments. I still had to finish my drink and it was when I sat up to take a sip, that Master T looked at me, smiled and then spoke.
“Take your clothes off,” He said.
I did not immediately move. Many thoughts rushed through my mind. I was cold. I was tired. I needed to pee. It was late. I wanted to go to bed.
“I am cold,” I whimpered, but Master T just looked at me.
“May I pee first?” I asked.
“Hurry!” He said.
I did, and in the moments I sat there, I realized that I was stalling and I knew it was wrong of me. When I came back, I started to undress immediately.
“On your knees,” He said and I slipped off the couch and got on my knees.
“Hands on your head.”
I shivered a couple of times. Master T made a couple of photos. I only noticed because I saw the flash, as my left side was turned to Him. While I sat like that, I realized again that I was not wearing my charms. Since I have noticed it that morning at my work, I had already forgotten about it again. I sincerely hoped that Master T would not notice. Three times earlier during the week I have disobeyed Him when I crossed my legs wearing a skirt. And now my charms.
It was when I was getting dressed that He noticed.
“Where are your charms?”
I could not help but giggle. I was so nervous. And I gave the most silly answer you can imagine.
Master T was not laughing.
“Upstairs as in you took them off when you took off your work clothes or upstairs as in you forgot to put them on your nipples today?”
I admitted that I had forgotten it. By then I was still nervously smiling and trying to explain, but soon I did not smile anymore. Master T was very disappointed in me and I did not like that at all. I did not even want to look at Him. I felt small and unworthy. Indeed, He was right: how could I have forgotten my charms?
“You will sleep with your medium Njoy butt plug tonight and you will not be allowed to wear any underwear for a week,” Master T said.
These words did elicit a response from me.
“No underwear? Even to my work?” I asked.
“Indeed, even to your work,” He confirmed. The expression on His face made it clear that I should say no more. I kept quiet and was still quiet when we went to bed.
Laying naked in bed next to Him – plugged – He pulled me closer after He had fastened the night collar around my neck. His fingers found my nipples. He pulled and pinched and I moaned and writhed to get away from His hands. The way He pinched me, I knew this was part of my punishment. I knew He wanted me to be acutely aware of the nipples who did not have any charms on them because I forgot about it. He let go of my nipples and just as I thought that this part of the punishment was over, He reached for them again. It almost felt as if He was pinching and pulling harder than before. He probably was not, but since my nipples felt bruised already, it hurt a lot more. I moaned and again tried to move away from Him.
“I want you to feel it, to remember,” He whispered in my ear while still rolling and twisting my nipples between His fingers. I could not stop the tears anymore. He did not stop immediately, but eventually He did pull me closer. Comforted me and told me to go to sleep. I did.
The next day was the first of seven days that I was not allowed to wear underwear. I don’t mind that much to go out of the house not wearing panties, especially not in winter, because then I am wearing tights. But I don’t like to leave the house without wearing a bra. Even though I have firm breasts, I love them more when they are in a bra than when they are not. And since when I wear my charms, my nipples are very visible, I prefer to wear a bra that conceal that a bit.
On Saturday and Sunday without a bra was okay, even though I felt uncomfortable when I was in the shopping center and when the kids were around. I also discovered that being without panties, wearing tights and a skirt is not as comfortable as I thought it would be. And then, during the week, at my work, I was constantly aware of the fact that I was not wearing a bra and that my nipples were clearly visible. I kept an eye on every colleague that entered the office to see whether they noticed and when I walked in the hallways, I wore a jacket or jersey and made sure that it covered my tits so no one could notice.
I know this is what Master T wanted to accomplish: to make me aware of what I have forgotten. To make me think of my nipples all day. Will I forget about my charms again? I hope not!
I was happy when I could wear a bra again, as it just makes me feel a but more confident, but for the time being I have totally stopped wearing panties.
© Rebel’s Notes
The prompt for this week’s Wicked Wednesday was #writhe
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