“Y-yes, Master,” I moaned through the pleasure.

As time went on, I began understanding what Master meant. The first three orgasms were mind-blowing. Numbers four and five, however, began to hurt. Six was excruciating. I began to sob into the comforter, trying, yet failing, to escape the stinging vibrations. When it got to number seven, I started begging.

“Please Master. P-p-please, make it stop!”

I started to scream, but not on my own accord. Master simply walked over to me from his chair, fitting a ball gag in my mouth.

My body was numb, except for the burning in my clit. I worried, for a moment, that I would pass out.

After seven finished, I had no control of my body. Eight was coming too fast for my liking- but there was nothing I could do. I was defenceless. It was then, that master came over and switched it off. He also removed the gag, pillow, and restraints, lying me on my side.

I needed a moment to wipe the spit, tears, and dried makeup that had pooled near my mouth, before I could begin my apology.

“I’m so sorry, Master,” I said in between sobs. “I will never lie to you again. I know that…that I need to take care of myself, because I am your property.”

Words were hard to form, in my altered mental state. I felt like I was yelling underwater.

“You…you deserve the best?” I mumbled, then shook my head. “I need to be able to serve you at all times by taking care of myself, Master. I’m so, so sorry.”

Master smiled. “You’re forgiven, pet. Come here.”

Master scooped me up in his arms. I just cried there, while he pet my hair and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. When I finally felt like I had returned to the present, he tucked me under the blankets.

“Master?” I asked, as he got up from our bed. “I really am sorry.”

He bent down, and kissed my forehead. “I know you are, sweet thing. That’s the beauty of a punishment, once it’s done, all is forgiven.”

He wiped my sweaty bangs from my forehead, and smiled. I blushed. Sometimes, Master can make me act like a shy schoolgirl again- even after having me cum my brains out.

“Where are you going?” I said, touching his hand.

“I’m not going far. I promise. Snuggle in, okay? I’ll be back in one moment.”

I cuddled into the pillows, and let my body relax into the covers. Sure enough, Master was back. This time, with two mugs.

“Oh! I forgot about the tea!” I said bashfully.

“Me too. At least we can enjoy it together, now.”

I sat up as Master got back under the blankets. I rested my head on his shoulder, as he passed me my cup.

“I guess you really can do more than paddling, Sir.” I said.

“Never doubt me, little one.”