Purposely Misbehaving in BDSM

I’m going to share a little secret with you guys since Master already knows my vices. Sometimes I get bored of being a perfect little slave bitch. Sometimes Master will go two weeks without punishing me because I am doing such a good job and also because he’s just terribly busy. Two weeks without one rough spank or BDSM session! So what do I do to ensure that I get some extra attention whether it be good or bad? I purposely misbehave. Last week, I was ironing Master’s dress shirts because he was going on a weekend business trip. As I was ironing I thought about things that I could do to make him pay more attention to me so I burned his shirts…each and every one. I just held the iron on each of them until there was a beautiful black imprint of the iron on each one. As I was doing it I felt really good about it. I felt like I was releasing some anger and frustration but once I was done hanging them up, (and yes I hung them up to make sure he would only see them once he started to pack his bag), I started to feel scared. I knew Master would be angry with me and after all of his BDSM training, the fear of displeasing him runs strong through to my very bones. But I did it anyways and when he came home that day I didn’t say a word. I waited, never knowing when he was going to see the ruined shirts. Not even knowing whether he would punish me before he left or when he got back. The anxiety alone was almost worth my little misdeed. What I did not expect was my punishment. I misbehaved against him, mischievously, to get some attention but what Master had waiting for me was something I thoroughly did not want.

I’m guessing once Master saw all of his dress shirts burnt he threw them out and cleared out his closet because when he asked me to follow him upstairs the morning of his departure his closet was bare. Master told me to kneel facing the back wall of the closet with my arms behind my back. If you didn’t know him you wouldn’t think he was angry but I could see that cold anger and insult behind his eyes. I did as I was told and felt the heavy rope binding my arms behind my back. a shoe pushed the inner part of my thighs, spreading them apart. Master told me to sit up, lifting my butt off the back of my thighs and I saw and felt a bucket being place under me. This got my mind working and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what an empty bucket would be used for in a bdsm session. He told me to sit back down, which I did, and then to sit up again. He moved the bucket a little and then said; “There that’s perfect. Say hello to your toilet for the next two three days”. A little gasp must have escaped my lips because I heard a slight laugh coming from behind me as he continued to say ” You didn’t think that I would give you what you want just because you were bad did you? “. “Sorry Master?” I asked knowing full well that he hates hit when I play dumb. “Come now, do you think I don’t know that you misbehave in order to get some attention from me? Do you really think I am stupid enough to play into your little game?”. All I could do was quickly whisper “no Master”. I could tell this was not going the way I had hoped and now I was truly scarred of what was awaiting for me.Rope was tied around my ankles so that I would not be able to shift my position to sit on my ass. Now all I could do was kneel with my ass on my thighs or with my thighs straight. I felt his hands brush the sides of my face as a ball gag was roughly pushed into my mouth and the leather clasp done up behind my head. Next everyday collar was taken off and a new stiff posture collar, more restrictive then my last one was put into place. I couldn’t turn my head without moving my whole body. “This will be your home while I am away. You are going to be in this closet until I come home. Mistress Bella will come over to feed you and puppygirl. Enjoy.” Without another word I heard the sound of the closet door close and I was in pitch black darkness.

I’ll admit to you all that then and there I cried a little bit. I cursed myself for angering Master so much and told myself that I was an idiot for getting myself into this situation. He was so mad and I had no opportunity to show him how sorry I was. Time passed slowly. The longer I sat the more uncomfortable the position became. I thought about food and then panicked slightly when I thought of poor Rupert (my goldfish for those of you who are new). Mistress Bella would surely feed him. I nodded off for awhile and now I had no idea whether it was night or day. The walls in our house are mostly soundproofed especially in Master’s bedroom. We wouldn’t want to have the neighbors hearing my screams. This continuous darkness and lack of time drove me nearly insane. I kept dozing off and waking up, each time my body protesting louder at me for not being able to shift my position. I had to pee very badly but dreaded using the bucket. I hadn’t had enough water, it would stink. Eventually I sucked it up and kneeled upright so that the bucket was in between my legs. I peed trying to get it to flow into the bucket but some of it flowed down my inner thighs. Now not only was I hungry but also stinky. Eventually I heard the bedroom door creak open. Footsteps approaching the closet. Light flooded in and was immediately shut out as a blindfold was placed over my eyes. “Take the bucket and clean it” snapped Msitress Bella and I felt hands reach around me grabbing the bucket. I guessed that it was either the puppygirl or one of her personal slaves that had that chore. I was then turned around and the ball gag was taken out of my mouth. “you are not to speak” commanded Mistress. I nodded my head as best I could. She pushed my head down from behind until I felt my lips touch something mushy. Oatmeal, I thought as I stuck out my tongue to test the substance in front of me. I greedily lapped it up and when I was done she pushed my head to another bowl, this one containing water. Once I was done drinking and eating I was pushed upright again and the ball gag was shove back into my mouth. She turned me around and took the blindfold off so that I could shuffle my way back into the closet. The now clean bucket was put back in and without saying a word the door was closed again. This time I really let the tears fall. Even Mistress Bella was mad at me. Why wouldn’t they just punish me with a beating or intense bondage session?! This was unbearable.

Another eternity passed and then the same procedure took place twice more. I cannot tell you how happy I was when I heard Master’s voice as he opened the door. I think the trip must have made him forget his anger. He scooped me up into his arms and asked me if I had learned my lesson. I nodded still not daring to speak. ” The next time you play a malicious game like that your punishment will be ten times worse.” I nodded again not even able to imagine something worse than being locked in a closet, unable to move, see or hear anything. One thing for sure though, I will not be doing something like that again, anytime soon at least. Maybe I should just try asking Master for a bdsm session the next time I feel the need for some attention…