mollypops23: goreanmann: she had said that she would submit, and obey Him in all things. she had sai
mollypops23: goreanmann: she had said that she would submit, and obey Him in all things. she had said that she would happily change herself into whatever He desired her to be. And all had gone along well for the first week or so, as He had removed unflattering garments from her wardrobe piece by piece, and required her to paint her face more heavily day after day.But then there was a day where Masted had to leave before she awoke. When she finally did awake she happened to look at a calendar. she had not looked at or thought about calendars or even what day of the week it was since she had started this odyssey. But as it turned out today was Sunday. And for some reason, she felt that it being Sunday, that was reason enough to dress for comfort over sexiness, especially since He was not around to enjoy any efforts she made to be sexy.So she dressed in jeans and a simple tank top. And from the back of her closet she found a pair of comfy flats that He had not found yet. As the day went on she found herself doing things that had become quite alien to her over the last few weeks. she simply walked about the house without swaying or posing her body for sexy effect. She lounged lazily about on the couch and read “Northanger Abbey” by Jane Austen, her favorite author in the days before Master had entered her life.She was quite the slovenly slight when Master arrived home late that night, hair undone, no makeup, and those flat shoes still upon her feet. Master was livid. Not in a loud and storming sort of way, but in a quiet sort of way. Looking into His eyes she could tell that it was taking all of his strength to hold back the onslaught of His anger. And truth be told, in her heart of hearts she was instantly ashamed of herself and her behavior, but that is not what came out of her mouth. What came out of her mouth was quite the defiant and will full protestation and defense of her behavior, especially her beloved flat shoes.It was as if that willful un-owned girl of her past had reached out of the past and had taken over her body, and she was helplessly locked in side her mind as her old self proceeded to speak in the most disrespectful tone to her beloved Master. As horrified as she was with her own behavior she wondered why she was choosing to make such an issue over her flats, especially when she knew how much pleasure it brought Him to see her strut about in the lovely heels he had bought for her.After she had unleashed the full brunt of her frustration, all while He calmly but firmly held His position. Finally, ignoring every argument, He simply asked if she still wished to be His slave, and benefit from His control and guidance. Still petulant she nodded yes. Without another word He went to the punishment chest and simply hung it around her neck without tying any knots, somehow she knew that would come later. Next He put a piece of tape over her mouth, saying… “I think this has gotten you into enough trouble for today, don’t you?” And with tears in her eyes, she nodded yes, thankful for His help to save her from any more punishment. Next he told her to kneel in front of her flats and to stare at them. He told her that she was not to move until she was ready to burn them, and any other lingering items of unapproved clothing she might still have stowed away somewhere.Looking at those awful shoes, those shoes that had gotten her into so much trouble she wanted nothing more than to let Him burn them, and then to throw her arms around Him and plant a million thankful kisses on His lovely face, in thanks of all He has done to help her be a better bimbo-slave for Him. But somehow there was some stubborn part of her that would not let her destroy those beloved/hateful shoes. Slowly, as she knelt there, a pain started to grow in her knees. Hopefully she thought that sooner or later the pain in her knees would out space that defiant part of her that tried to keep her from being the good girl she so longed to be. Then and only then could she thankfully accept every painful stroke her abhorrent behavior had earned her, and get back to being the good, obedient bimbo she had originally set out to be. I just..wow, this was such a fun little story. Such a good concept, and it manages to be both light and forceful at the same time. I mean, we’re talking about about flats here! But that’s what makes this story so hot, his control and power are so absolute that something as insignificant as flats is a major transgression. Devotional Training: Removing Defiance. -- source link