Date: Wed, 16 May 2012 17:04:26 -0400 (EDT)
From: bamaboi2serve <bamaboi2serve@charter.net>
Subject: Master Daddy Sir Teaches me Anticipation

Master Daddy Sir Teaches me Anticipation

By bamaboi2serve@charter.net

[After my last story
(/nifty/gay/authoritarian/master-teaches-me-edging/master-teaches-me-edging-1)
was posted, Masters and slaves wrote to me, asking for more "lesson"
stories. The Masters want to use them to educate their bitch slaves, and
the slaves want to improve for their Masters. So, here is another in the
series of lesson series. Please let me know if they are helpful for you.]

     i was in a big department store recently, searching for a replacement
for a broken kitchen appliance when it sought the shortest path to that
department.
     i bounded off across the store without paying much attention to what
area i was in. Suddenly i realized i was walking down the men's panties
aisle. The signs actually read men's "underwear", but i know from Master
Daddy Sir that it is panties---or undies---that i wear. Underwear is for
Real Men.
     Once before i had made the error of actually buying a pair of undies
that were on sale without asking Him for permission, and i was severely
punished as a result, including writing a long essay about obedience while
kneeling in the shame corner of my room with a very large plug inserted and
one of his used jockstraps in my mouth for the hour it took to finish the
writing.
     So i felt immediate anxiety when i found myself in an aisle with row
and after row of panties. i looked down and walked fast to get away from
them, afraid that Master Daddy Sir would not want me to even be in that
place, remember the punishment.
    i was right. When i confessed to Him what had happened (i confess
everything to Him as ordered. i have no secrets), he paddled my ass with
his big black punishment paddle fifty times on each cheek, leaving me very
red and very sore and in tears. Then he lectured me about anticipation.
    "Bitch, you are supposed to know what i want at all times...and what i
do NOT want too. You felt anxious because you inner slut was telling you
you were wrong. Not only must you never buy panties for yourself, but you
should never even put yourself in a place where you could buy them!"
     i felt terrible! i try very hard to be a good bitch for Him. He is so
good to me, picking out the panties that i can wear each day. Sometimes he
will order m to go to a panty site online and tell Him which ones i think
would be best to add to the collection. i always select the most sissy,
feminine, humiliating pairs i can find and send him the links. Most of the
time he says no, but if i include an especially sissy pair, or a skimpy
tiny pair that he knows i would be ashamed being seen in, he may say yes.
     The punishment wasn't over though. Master Daddy Sir ordered me to
practice my slave bitch positions with my ass plug in, my leather dog
collar on, the sharp toothed titty clamps on and the pacifier in my
mouth. i was to practice each day for five days, getting myself hard,
edging ever and ever closer to cuming, but, of course, stopping each time.
     And the edging would be repeated each day several times, including in
the shower each morning. i would get on my knees with the water running
cold on me and fuck my cunt hole with the plug while jerking on my tiny pee
pee dickie, getting closer and closer, but stopping before i could cum.
      It would-be a difficult week i knew, but i also knew by the end i
would have learned my lesson...i am to anticipate Master's wants...i am to
know his required obedience so well that i would never again casually walk
down a store aisle into a panty display.
     Master Daddy Sir is making me such an obedient bitch! His punishment
is not to hurt me, but to help me become a better slave for Him.

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