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My punishment.

Saturday, May 30th, 2020

The glass slipped out of my hand and crashed onto the wooden floor making tons of tiny shards. Historically speaking, I'm at least in good company. This must be every slaves greatest fear since at least the 1200s. I look up and smile at Master, attempting to make this into some sort of pleasant faux pas. Everyone was silent, leaning forward, and on their toes trying to figure out what would happen next. I hated them all for being so curious. In a house supported by timbered beams that are lined with D rings, what do they expect to happen? I take a deep breathe and look up trying to quickly count and focus on the candles in the chandelier. Instead though, I end up counting, again, the number of whips in the room. Twenty five leather whips hang on the walls. I'm not counting the other wooden beating implements or the fire irons that now seem to be strategically placed within arms reach of my beloved executioner.

"What did I tell you?"
"Let god help me if I drop another glass."
"Right."

The narrowness in which he stares me down makes me tremble and I start to shakily apologize..

"Master, I'm sor-."

Before I can get the word 'sorry' out, I hear the dreadful, "Shut up."

It's rare to hear him so angry at a party and I know my ass isin't going to be spared to save the party goers from seeing a harsh punishment. I've heard only a few stories from other girls who were punished at social gatherings... One had to stand on rocks outside of the bathrooms for four hours, another was served dog food at every course of a five course meal, a girl was buried for the night with only her head sticking out of the dirt, and two were punished for arguing by whipping each other until he had enough.

"Get naked and wait outside for me."

Master returned to the party and I stood for a moment..shocked and unable to move. Fear brought me back and I slipped off the see through dress, my heels, and moved towards the door. Why can't I be this graceful when I'm not in trouble? With each step I imagined myself sinking further into the floor boards and disappearing from existence. My bout with disassociating from reality was short lived as Maddie grabbed my hand and gave me a hug before I left the house. She was wearing the same glittery see through dress and I'd give anything to be matching with her again. It's always the little appreciations that hurt the worst when you've been separated from humanity. She was wearing a beautiful emerald collar and it reminded me of the thick ruby collar around my neck and the matching ones around my wrists.

"You'll be okay, just don't make it worse than it already is."

The vague words of comfort that can save a slave. For a moment I let rage take over my brain and control my feelings. Guaranteed almost every person on earth has broken a glass or two... including him. Why must my mistakes be so severe? Do the people at the party even understand or care about such a small infraction? Of course not, I was the one who dreamed of being a slave since I was a little girl. None of them stayed up at night, praying for such a Master whom they could dedicate themselves to...in hopes of becoming a slave who didn't do such a thing as break a glass.

My manic thoughts went back and forth until I fell to my knees on the cold, wet, harsh stones of the path - finally submitting to the beating that I desperately knew I deserved for doing such a poor job. Maybe I wanted this after hearing of the other girls' stories. The stone path lead to a peak with a platform. A large window which was connected to a room in the house overlooked the entire length of the platform. This is where I'd wait for him.

I was on my knees facing opposite to the house and looking out into the steep forest below when I felt the people at the party gathering around the window. I heard the clicking of Master's shoes as he approached me and I shrunk down into a folded kneeling position. I remember the day when he first stripped me and made me walk around the town naked. It was in August, when the breeze is cool but the warm sun creates the most refreshing pleasant temperature. I had just mastered bright pink and clear 17cm heels when I was told to get dressed but stay in the heels. I chose the tightest white-nipple showing dress and waited outside. At the same time Master arrived, so did a carriage with another girl inside it. I greeted him and started following behind as he walked towards the cart.

"Hahaha. Not for you bitch, you're walking." He took out a chain and fastened it to my collar and with another chain he clipped my wrist cuffs loosely together. The long chain attached to my collar was then padlocked to a hook at the back of the carriage. The girl then jumped out of the carriage and took my dress, dropping it onto the road as she got back inside. The man steering the carriage would occasionally whip the horse and then Master would whip me. We paraded through all of the main town roads like this. Me getting cursed out, cheered on, pictures taken, and the occasional person would try and touch me. Once we returned to the house, I was unchained and told that I did well. Permission was granted for me to return inside the house but I couldn't go in without easing my fixation by getting the dress that was now trampled into the dirt.

The stock locks with a click as its secured around my head and wrists. The weight of the wood is heavy - making it challenging for me to move my body. Bolts in the ground secure my ankles tightly. Immobile and at his mercy I feel the first crack of the whip. I can hear people inside gasping or jumping back but not looking away. I do my best to hold in the squeals but every fifth one gets me. My ass is a bleeding and I'm begging his shoes (unable to look up) by the time I've heard the last crack.

"It would have been so easy for you tonight. Why so much trouble with the very basic attempts at being a human?"

All I can muster in response is blabbing apologies, thank you, and it won't happen again.

"It better not. Now move to where the guests park their cars and say goodbye to each person as they leave. Offer your ass and make me proud. Don't come back in until you've showered. I expect you know where the hose is."

The weight of the stock makes me limp to the parking lot. My arms have gone numb and every few steps the marks on my ass flare up vibrating, as if pins are pricking me all over. I escort the first couple to their car. The man encourages his wife to slap my "unmarked" tits and he tips me a dollar in the cunt. Some variation of this goes on for the next 8 or 9 cars until a solo woman comes out and tells me she has something for me. I follow her to her car - she quickly turns around and smashes something on my head laughing. I don't realize its a tomato until the juice runs into my eyes and mouth.

"These tomatoes got lost in the car after a shopping trip about a week ago. A little moldy but the perfect ripeness for you. Go stand over there, I want to see how hard I can throw the last one."

Without receiving any paper tips, I escorted another four cars out. I couldn't wait to collect the nine dollars in my snatch and the change from the ground. The last man was so repelled by the smell that he said the only way I could escort him was if a bag was tied around my head to block the smell. I'm in no position to say no and Maddie comes to tie the bag around my head, she leaves the smallest hole for air so that I can walk with him. As we approach the car he has me kneel so that he can use my back as a stepping stool to get into the car and I earnestly wave goodbye when he drives away - without any idea of who he was.

After I'm done with a proper indoor shower, I'm told to join Master and sit with the other girls on the floor and by the fireplace, so that I can tell the story of my punishment...without leaving any of the details.

Work Report - 5/21/2020

Friday, May 22nd, 2020

•Chores 1 hour and 44 minutes.
- Dishes: 1 hour and 20 minutes
- Clean table: 8 minutes
- Coffee, Make (2x) & Filter (3x): 12 minutes
- Make beds: 4 minutes

•Spanish: 30 minutes.

•Writing: 15 minutes.
- Work Report: 15 minutes

•Exercise: 1 hour and 25 minutes.
- Walk: 1 hour and 15 minutes
- 200 crunches: 10 minutes.

•Respond to contacts: 1 hour.
- 15 people.

•Message new contacts: 25 minutes.
- 13 people.

•Translation of Trilema article from Romanian to English: 6 hours.
- Article

•Download movies: 15 minutes.
- 9 movies

Total: 11 hours and 34 minutes.

Why everyone hates fetlife

Tuesday, November 12th, 2019

I'm cleaning out my fetlife inbox of over forty unread messages and why suffer alone? Enjoy a snapshot of my inbox or why everyone hates fucklife. Unfortunately, I haven't found a better website for connecting kinky people so I guess its a necessary evil.

27 Undecided 2d
hello dear, i saw you in the news.
are you still in timisoara?
we are a couple interested in your lifestyle and would like to meet you for a glass of wine if thats something you wish to do.
kisses.
Remus and Alina

Shit, I'm in the news. I can't be seen with you drinking wine.

59M Fetishist 5d
Miss Yes_pleaase,
Firstly and foremost I have to thank you for having accepted my friend request! :)
I had a glimpse all over your pics and I found them so attractive and interesting mostly for a 26 yr old girl..(it seems you maintain quite a sort of a teenage 'aura'..appearance) I would like to have a sort of correspondence with you, if possible.
(..btw sorry for some questions here: I was wondering, perhaps, despite the fact that you claim to be a slave, if would you like to be interested in the same way about findom/femdom activity? Could you using KIK for that purpose?)

Thanks in advance for any info you will furnish to me.
Regards

E.

https://fetlife.com/groups/66300
https://fetlife.com/groups/114213

Lol dude called me a 26 year old girl... but what's even more annoying is that he thinks his thoughts matter enough to write down that I 'claim' to be a slave. Oh, the links are to groups that explain what financial domination is because finding a woman to pay money to is so hard he has to seek out ones who durr can't understand the concept.

23M Dom 1w
damn hey little, just found you on here. I am new to bratislava however a dom from austria looking for some useful girls. text me !

I know what you are going to ask and no I can't lift heavy things!

38M Top 1w
Hello, interesting Slave girl is that you on this profile pic cause you look really cute and it seems you could benefit from a solid but strict guidance.....am i right or wrong.....i hope i m right.
Also it looks like you are very serious about being a part of this lifestyle and want to go further with you and your company?

What an odd & neurotic message.

28M Bull 2w
Hello! So lets go party tonight,im from portugal and i live here, and i have few girls that arw able to join too

Portugal and a few girls. Sold offer.

23M Switch 2w
are u coming in albania

Actually I do squirt across countries.

32M Switch 3w
Hello, it seems that you are in Prague now so Im thinking - would your master be interested in you being watched when you are dominated? Because that could be a lot of fun and since you are not staying here for a long time... Let me know
Peter

32M Primal 7w
Hey there you and a friend wan to go out tonight? Aka 6-8hours from now, lol

Not funny & I heard there are a few girls in Portugal(s).

26M Switch 13w
Hi, would you like to kick a man's balls ? :)

This is one of a dozen requests and all are just as annoying.

24M Dom 15w
How many cocks have you fucked?

At least he skipped over the 'where are you from'.

57M Master 37w
Hi,

Thanks for accepting my friendship!

If you feel I can be of assistance, just PM me.

Master, slave and pet Trainer

He listed his credentials so if anyone's interested, please do let me know!...


Twenty-nine unopened messages and I give up. Fetlife seems to be the loser lunch table of all social media composed of socially awkward people and financial 'dommes' ready to take advantage of them. Coincidentally this describes the munches and parties we've been to with the exception of Warsaw, Vienna, and Prague.

VooDoo club in Warsaw had a gothic themed play space and huge party attendance. The space to play was lacking because of the amount of people attending; however, I had a blasty blast smoking weed outside with transsexuals (who hid their joints in broken bricks outside) and women donning strapons. The venue was also shared with middle schoolers who were attending a k-pop concert so conversation in the bathroom was not lacking.

whyeveryonehatesfetlife-11

Here I am outside of VooDoo wearing a dress from Romania, ballgag from Argentina, handcuffs from Costa Rica, cat mask from Kiev, and a purse from Minsk. If you read this blog then you know I can't make this shit up.

Vienna had the first casual BDSM cafe and bar that I have ever encountered (named SMart cafe and No Limits bar respectively). The people watching me getting my ass beat were all very pleasant and understood boundaries of scenes which made them a pleasure to spend an evening with. If they were annoying you wouldn't have been able to tell.

Prague is an honorable mention because of how massive the play space is. The party we attended was huge (literally) but not one person was worth talking to, which has never happened before - no matter how lame the party. They have a serious bdsm shop and mini dungeons composed of a working wheel, cages, stocks..etc..that will forever be worth the mention to me.

In the end, it breaks my heart that fetlife is dead and truthfully I want to be wrong. After all, it is the website that I met my Master on and a few other people I care about. So, if I am wrong and missing the party somewhere please let me know because it sure as hell isin't in my inbox.