It has felt like forever since I had some good inspiration to sink my brat teeth into, but yesterday inspiration hit and hit hard.

I found out you can create riddles online. My Owner loves puzzles and riddles, so it was perfect. And since I learnt that I do not get nearly enough direct questions outside of sexy times, where I am never coherent enough to brat and honestly don’t want to lose my privileges during by bratting, I knew I couldn’t wait for him to ask me things to use my riddles in, but rather I had to use them immediately and leave no doubt I was being a little sasshole.

So he pops up, says hey and my response is a riddle with the answer ‘hey’. He guessed right, I sent another riddle to say he was correct and promptly received a riddle of my own to figure out. A warning that my Owner did not want to be forced to think before he had coffee, and continuing my riddle game would result in a strike. I continued.

Strike earned, I gave him a little more sass whilst he got his coffee in hand. At this point, I had 2 strikes, one from a previous offence, and I was giggly and in full on brat mode. So I sent more riddles, receiving a direct ask if I was going straight to strike 3. I sent a riddle as my answer 😁.

My last punishment had been way back in April, right at the start of my month of masochism. That managed to keep me Tame as a byproduct of the nature of it, and I had a failed brat plan to deal with and get past. I wanted consequences.

Oh and I got them.

He decided that since I loved riddles so much, I was going to be given 3 to solve whilst he worked to give me pleasure in ways only he can. I was only allowed to receive my riddles to answer if I was in a state of orgasm, starting with the easiest after a coin flip, ending with the hardest.

The other stipulation was that as soon as I solved all the riddles, the pleasure stopped. So if I took too long then I might end up overstimulated, if I didn’t take long enough then I might end up understimulated, and the thing about me, is I love having him control my pleasure, so to be told how slowly or quickly I completed my task would determine how ruined I was, was a level of Sadistic that made me go ‘uh oh’ before we’d even started. Of course, if the overstim became too much or I was really struggling, I had my safeword.

The first one wasn’t easy, just the easiest, I had an answer, but it wasn’t the exact one my Owner required and I don’t get leniency in my punishments. My high pleasure brain struggled with realising it was a synonym, but we figured it out at the cost of one slightly ruined orgasm.

Whilst we didn’t get me to a state of incoherent me, it was a wonderfully awful state of frustrated ruin. Not one I am necessarily willing to repeat anytime soon, but one nonetheless.

I have both a slightly fried brain and a slightly sore set of lady bits, and my favourite cane has now been used in a punishment so we may have temporarily had a falling out because how dare it creatively get involved in causing me frustration because it feels good whilst I’m trying to remember synonyms fucking exist. Turns out, using pain as pleasure, instead of direct punishment, and rather in a way to create difficultly in working out things is an effective tool in my Tamer’s toolkit.

Moral of the story, giving my Owner things to figure out before coffee means I get them during my playtime. And I will ‘regret’ that far more than being joyful about my poking the Sadist before he’s had tropical magic bean juice.

Though on a pondering note, I do find myself enjoying the state of frustrated destruction of my inner brat from a masochistic perspective. Curse my desire to be ruined 😂.