~Subject: a punishment, and, the preparation continues
~Date: Tue, 15 Dec 92 13:34:28 GMT


Some explanations needed, o net!  This is a mail I had sent to my Lady,
and got Her permission to post it here (wow!).  Ulla is my slave name She
has chosen: it was the name I used when I first dared to write Her (a
name of a princess and slave from a wonderful roleplaying campaign Alex
had gamemastered me in, but that is another story), entranced by Her
wonderful posts here (that was 18 months ago, and She has not been
posting for a while now), and feeling deep in my soul, in my bones, in my
cunt, in my heart, an overwhelming, all-powerful yearning... I owed Her
SO much, even before (She it was who by her example convinced me to switch,
just for one thing!), and now finally since almost a month, WOW!!!, She has
accepted me as  Her humble slave... so, NOW, I owe Her _every_thing.
And nothing is sweeter than to be able to proclaim so to all of you,
my friends of the net!
    ....

Mighty Lady, here is Ulla.  In this moment my sore, deliciously
aching breast is again adorned with nipple clamps... I wore them
for more than three hours today, overall, and now it's night and
my preparation goes on.  With all the attention that Alex lavished
on my tits (throughout the day, pinches, caresses, kisses, nibbles,
besides the clamps...), I must say that my nipples *are* becoming more
sensitive:  when he took out the clamps after two hours of my wearing
them I screamed, and I screamed also when he delicately licked my
areola and nipples afterwards.

This morning, rereading the hard copy of the mail I sent to you, I
noticed with horror that I had signed "Laylah", and I became as pale as
a sheet.  Immediately I went to my Lord and told him: "I made a
terrible mistake towards my Lady!".  He looked at me severely and asked
me: "What mistake, lazy slave?" "I signed Laylah instead of Ulla...".

"I am not angry at all, but you must be punished immediately", my
Master told me very calmly.  Then he added: "You're a wonderful slave,
but you are, well, _careless_ sometimes, and that is just not to be
tolerated.  What is the most painful whip for you?"

"The cat, the new heavy one, for me..."  "Worse than the crop?!", he asked
with apparently some surprise.  "Yes, used with full strength, it's SO
heavy!".

We were to go out, so he didn't even take time to undress me: elegantly
dressed for shopping in violet throughout (wool skirt, pullover, stockings,
and garters, all violet), he bent me over the dresser in our bedroom,
where his favourite Buddha statue is.  "Just four strokes", he said as
he limbered his arm, taking a step backwards... I said nothing, but he
must have sensed or imagined some doubt such as, just four strokes and
over wool clothing is punishment?  He continued, "Yes, just four, but, no
worry, it WILL be punishment enough.  And thank me after each stroke, and
be fast about it too."

With no further delay, he rose his powerful arm and placed the first
stroke on my buttocks.  I tensed in terrible pain, my mind almost
disbelieveing: how can it be POSSIBLE to suffer SO much, over heavy
clothes...? Of course there was no warmup, but anyway... I managed to
thank Him but I was shaken.
As soon as the thanks had come, so did the second blow, in the same
place as the first.  My bottom HURT, and I fought not to scream too
loud.  I may have been too slow in thanking, as he now said, "One on
your back, too".  I tensed in anticipation, and the nipple clamps
I had already under my pullover were pushed against the dresser, and
they hurt... but I had no time to dwell on that as the cat fell,
again unbelievably strong and heavy, right on the middle-upper part
of my clothed back.  Pain was harder to take, but enough so to propel
me into some other space... and the endorphins started flowing at last
with the fourth and last blow, again on the bottom, again terribly
strong... how well my Master knows me - further blows would not have
really been as much punishment as those first few heavy ones had been!
I also would have had a hard time walking downtown, as we then did; and
the pain of the beclamped nipples as I walked briskly melted into that
first endorphin rush and made this shopping trip into a delicious scene
in itself... quite besides the fact that we went to do wonderful shopping,
that is, _jewelry_ - copper pieces, one ring for a friend, one bracelet
for this slave to match the similar ring she wears... I LOVE ornaments of
any type!!!  I know I'm a better toy when suitably adorned...


Throwing herself at your feet and putting your heel on her head,
Ulla
    ....

[Hmmm, just to make it clear - I'm still Laylah to everybody else, unless
SHE should order otherwise, of course!]

Bright blessings,
    Laylah
	--
     Thou art a Man, God is no more // Thine own Humanity learn to Adore
 
       Laylah Martelli - lmartell@nyx.cs.du.edu, an1826@anon.penet.fi