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Master had written down the settings for the bar a while back, where it should be if 1) I hung from it without my feet touching the floor, 2) I could stand on tiptoes only, 3) I could stand flat-footed but my body was stretched uncomfortably, 4) I could comfortably stand without strain, 5) I was bent over at the waist with my arms behind me, pulled up.

For today, he’d ordered me to lower it to the second setting, so I was on tiptoes with my shoulders torqued and my spine lengthened. For each setting, there are actually two numbers — one with legs spread and another with legs together, and he’d wanted me to start with my legs together.

However, when he walked into the door, the first thing he did was lower it infinitesimally and order my legs spread. He then put a spreader bar between my ankles, and he sat on his stool to look through my notebook.

He took a long time going through it, and I grew more tense with every passing second.

“Your evenings after work have been filled with writing lines and working out,” he noted when he closed the notebook.

“Yes, Master.”

He opened the envelope, pulled the pages from it, and only took a few minutes to look through them. Though he seemed to look at every page, he didn’t spend long on most of them.

“I’m not surprised that you tried to find shortcuts, but I’m disappointed. Tell me, what did you learn from the attempts?”

“That your way worked best, Master.”

“It seems it wasn’t a pleasant lesson to learn. Do you think you learned that lesson, or do you feel as if I should help make sure it stuck in that hard head of yours?”

“I learned the lesson, Master, but whether you reinforce the lesson isn’t up to me.”

“More lines, then. Three hundred lines a day, every day, alternating colors as before, until I decide to either reduce the number, increase the number, or allow you to stop.I follow Master’s rules. Repeat it back to me.”

“I follow Master’s rules.”

“Yes, and that’s going to be the theme for maintenance today.” He stepped in front of me. “I love you, slave. Maintenance the moment I walk in the door is to help keep you out of trouble, so I’m not forced to punish you and fuck up our homecoming. You hurt me with your subterfuge, but I believe your side of the story, that you didn’t intend to keep it a secret, and fully intended to tell me the entire story upon my return.”

It wasn’t subterfuge! Only, maybe it was a tiny bit, so I didn’t argue with him. Still, it was too big of a word for what I meant it to be — waiting until Master was home with free time and less stress.

“What’s the line again?” he asked while he connected my wrist cuffs to the spreader bar over my head.

“I follow Master’s rules.”

“Those are the only words you’re allowed until I say otherwise. If something hurts, scream those words rather than just screaming. If you want to tell me you love me, say those words. Unless there’s a problem I need to be made aware of, I want to hear those words from your mouth frequently during this session, and nothing else.”

He stepped to me and gave me a quick peck on the lips. “If I have to prompt the line, it means you aren’t saying it enough.”

I wanted to ask him how many days I would have to write it three hundred times, but instead I said, “I follow Master’s rules.”

Master hadn’t told me to plug myself, so of course that was the first thing he did. I couldn’t see it, but I’m pretty sure it was the purple glass one that opens me so wide.

Next came clamps on my nipples and then a weighted parachute on my balls. I couldn’t see what he was doing behind me for a few minutes, but there’s no mistaking the feel of having your ass striped with a cane, and Master didn’t hold back. No idea which cane it was, but it hurt like fuck — so many strikes I lost count, slice after concentrated slice, all that pain in such a skinny little stripe, over and over. I was bawling long before he stopped.

When he finally walked around front of me again, my ass felt like thousand-degree hamburger, my nipples were throbbing and hot, my asshole was spread wide open with the plug, and my balls were stretched and pulled and pulsing pain with every beat of my racing heart.

He removed both nipple clamps at the same time, and about two seconds later fire erupted in both of them with the return of normal blood flow. I bellowed and roared in pain, and barely managed to get out, “I follow Master’s rules!” inside the screams.

Master walked to the wall and returned with a cap that went over the head of my dick, and two ribbons off of it that he brought around behind me and tied. My dick was bound to my stomach, and the piercing and jewelry were covered.

Master stood up straight and leaned in to kiss me before saying, “Trust is important. It’s imperative we trust each other. I need you to trust I won’t damage you when I hurt you, and I need to be able to trust you’ll share everything with me I need to know, whether you want to talk to me about it or not.”

I wanted to apologize again, agree with him, promise to always share right away in the future, and a dozen other things, but I only said, “I follow Master’s rules.”

And then Master proceeded to flog the fuck out of my dick while I screamed and thrashed, and managed to gasp out, “I follow Master’s rules” for some of the screams.

It wasn’t the first time Master has flogged my dick until it was fucking raw, but I’m pretty sure it lasted a lot fucking longer this time.

My calves burned like fire, my shoulders were exhausted, and I wasn’t certain I’d be able to let go of the bar when Master finally gave permission. On top of that, my ass cheeks and the backs of my legs throbbed with pain, my balls swung with the weights andpulsedwith pain, and the strokes kept coming to my cock. I’d gotten used to the monstrous plug, but I still knew it was there, stretching me wide open.