AI art by me

I’ve gotten lax in my posting of Selene’s audio clips. Honestly, it’s partially it’s because other than likes I haven’t had much feedback on if people are enjoying them.

This one is a personal script. For those who know me well enough, you’ll know why. For those who don’t, email and ask me then I’ll tell you.

ATONEMENT

I knelt before the door to his dungeon room and waited.

It had taken me a lot of pleading and negotiating with him to even get this chance. This chance to atone for my sins. My sins against him.

I’d braided my hair tightly into one long one as he liked it. There was a red ribbon tied at the bottom. Red was his favorite color…or had been.

The red corset and thong I wore were extremely tight, ribbed, and thin. It was very uncomfortable but it wasn’t for my comfort. It was to please him. I’d wrapped myself as best I knew how to gift my body to him.

It felt so strange to not have the metal collar around my throat as I waited here. I’d removed it a year ago because I thought I knew better. What a stupid, little fool I had been. Tears threatened once more as I knew how much I had hurt him.

“This is no longer the life for me, SIR. I want my freedom, I want my independence, I want to go!” I had spat at him the last time we’d seen each other.

I had scored a new modeling career and thought I was hot shit. I didn’t need to kneel anymore. I didn’t need the…the…marks…on my flesh.

Ohh. A small sob bubbled out of me. How wrong I had been.

Turned out it was the eyes of the submissive, the sex slave that had gotten me the career chance. No more Dom, no more crops or whips? No more look in my eye that told it all.

It’s just not here anymore, Babe. The producer had told me when he fired me. It was the subspace stare, the broken vulnerability, it’s what we saw before and it isn’t there now.

Ack! I jumped out of my skin as the door flew open. He stood there looking down at me. I dared to look up and wished I hadn’t. I could plainly see the anger, the hurt, the betrayal, all of it in his eyes as he looked at me now.

“I am ready, Master.” I whispered.

He grunted but spoke no words. Moving out of the doorway, he pointed to the sawhorse. This was where we’d begin.

Silently, I began to rise but then thought better of it and began to crawl to it. Head bowed, shoulders slumped, a whipped or about-to-be curr, a bitch. Yes, I was and had been such a bitch! Oh God.

“Slower.” He murmured.

I obeyed.

THWIPP!! A cane or switch struck me across the ass. I whimpered. A cane…a thick one! It struck again and again and again and again. I kept the same speed as I began to sob but didn’t stop. I was not allowed to stop.

I began to hear his grunts of effort as he caned me with most of his strength. I’d reached the base of the sawhorse and stopped. Lowering my forehead to the floor, my ass was raised high as an offering to him. He accepted it with four more strikes right across the lower crease. I wailed a little but knew we’d only just begun.

His hand was on my braid as he pulled me up by it. I didn’t struggle or resist. Whatever he did to me this session, I would not complain, struggle, or ask for mercy. I deserved none.

“Strip.” He spat.

I did so as he still held me high enough I was on tiptoe!

In my pride, I had given him a deadly wound. What else does a Dom feel when his sub tells him he is no longer needed or wanted? My face was drenched in tears from the caning but I wanted more…please…beat me more, Master, I thought.

He flung me into the padding of the sawhorse. I immediately took position over it with my arms outstretched and down. I spread my legs and waited. I expected him to cuff me but instead he just handed them to me.

“You will hold them only. Let go and we’re done and you’re done. Forget to keep spread and same thing.” He growled.

“Yes, Master.” I whispered.

I would get no help, no reassuring hold from the bondage. I would have to willingly hold still as he did whatever he pleased. It was delicious punishment. I vowed I would do well.

In the seven years we’d been together, he had never taken me raw. I wondered if he would now. I prayed he would. Whatever he needed to do to forgive me.

Mmmm….I nearly gasped in surprise and pleasure as I felt him rimming my anus with his thumb. He knew what this did to me. Turned me into his dirty whore begging for a butt fuck. He was using…lube? Why?

“OH!” I cried out as I felt the large penetration of something. My God, it was the Hitachi! He was putting in inside of me! That meant…

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…..

He turned on the wand at full strength. I whimpered as I felt it shake my sensitive spots. Oh dear GOD! What horrid torture. I knew, knew I was not allowed to come but it was so DAMNED close!! He was very aware I was an anal slut, an ass demoness. I’d begged more for his cock there than for my pussy.

I heard movement and saw him pull over a chair to sit in it where he could watch my face. Sitting, he cracked open a cold drink and sipped. “Come and you’re done.”

“Yesssssss….”I hissed. “Yesssss, my masssster.” I sobbed a bit after it.

“Am I? Was I ever?” He threw at me with heat in his eyes.

“YES! Oh, GODS, YESSSSS…I..I…I am shit…I was shitty to you…a…b-b-b-bitch!” I cried out in anguish.

“I’m not going to argue.” He chuckled. “That intense longing you feel right now? I felt it every GOD DAMN DAY when you left. Sarina, you…” He left it off.

I cried out. “I know…I know, Master. I don’t…d-d-d-dessserve you.”

“Then why did you call? Why have you begged me for three weeks now for this chance? WHY?” He shouted.

“B-b-because…I love you, Sir. I know it now.” I bit my lower lip to keep from coming as the vibrations were shattering my willpower.

He could tell. He was always observant and in-tune with me. “Want to come, little whore?” He murmured.

I nodded fiercely. “Yesss, but…only at your…command, Sir.” I sniffed hard then. I was a mess!

“Looks to me like all I have to do is wait and you’ll blow this all by yourself.” He stood and approached me to grab my braid again and pull my head up.

He was right. I was seconds away from no longer being able to hold back. “Then wait and…send me away..I’ll…I’ll go as I promised.” I whispered and closed my eyes while tears poured down my cheeks. My heart was breaking to think of walking out of his life…forever!

In my delirium, I heard a tortured cry. He was fast and had the Hitachi out of me quickly. I panted…panted for a while as I let my body come back down.

“Hold.” He commanded in a pained voice.

I held.

It came as no surprise when I heard then felt the leather tongues of the flogger score my back, then my bottom, my thighs, my shoulders. He whipped me with purpose, with a fury, expelling all his…what? Hatred? I could take it. I would take it.

My body writhed under his lashing and I drank it all up…ever last welt and stripe. Do your worst! Do whatever you need to..to forgive me. That’s what I’d told him. He’d never beaten me like this before. Never.

I began to lose myself to the redness, the red haze, the space beyond subspace as I took whatever my master wished for his sake and for my love of him. Strippped of all dignity, all pride, I took a whipping I deserved and held myself still for it.

Sometime it had stopped. I don’t know when.

It was the sound of liquid sloshing that had roused me.

“I did take some pity.” He whispered as he was close behind me. “I did mix the alcohol with two-thirds water. It was then I felt the splash across my skin and screamed.

When I awoke, I was no longer on the sawhorse but…being cradled against something…no…someone. He was…holding me? It all flooded back and the excruciating feeling of the rubbing alcohol on all my flogged wounds.

“Have…” I cleared my throat. “Have I been baptized, Master?” I whispered.

“Hmm…perhaps.” He spoke low.

“Am…am I forgiven?” I was afraid to ask but had to ask.

“Do you still love me after all of that? It was…a lot.” He hesitated.

“No more…than…I deserved, Sir…I still feel like I need to atone.” I was being honest.

“Hmm…well…no more submissive. You will be my slave from now on.” He told me.

“Yes, Master.” I sighed and snuggled into him.

“I will probably beat you every day.” He warned me.

I giggled. “And twice on Sunday?”

He growled and smacked my ass over the blanket I was wrapped in like a burrito. “You will be now.”

“Good…I accept or submit or give myself in entirety. Just promise you’ll never let me go again.” I begged.

“We’ll see. Now someone needs to clean the floor.” He told me.

I winced as I rose. “I will do it, Master. Happily.”