Kissing the whip

A dear gentleman punished me in online play. I had permission from Mistress to play this way, but we both meant pure role plays taking place only in our fantasies, without affecting my real life. However, the gentleman meant it otherwise. I realized the misunderstanding when he ordered me to slap my face, both cheeks 5 times. Of course i should have protested, but it was so exciting that i couldn't resist the temptation and started slapping my face, trying to make it sting. With no much success. You can't convincingly slap your own face. However, i enjoyed the humiliation, and got more. I had to clamp my earlobes, to press my T-string into my mouth, and got order to keep my knees apart for two hours. (I am still not punished for my failures but i think i will be. The gentleman seems being away for the weekend.)

During that i was perfectly aware that i disobeyed Mistress, but i loved being punished and humiliated so much that i didn't mind. But that very night i rang up Luna, my sweet Mistress, and told her everything. She laughed heartily. She is a very good natured girl. She didn't get angry at all, but she told me i would kneel on rice for my disobedience. However, she gave me permission to play with the sweet gentleman this way, so he can punish me more. Only i am not allowed to have orgasm.

My kneeling on rice took place yesterday. First Luna whipped me on my upper body, both on front and back. It wasn't a hard whipping, even if i wailed profusely. After i had kissed the punishing instrument, i put the tray with the raw rice on the floor, and knelt on it. She handcuffed my wrists behind me, put clamps on my nipples, and slapped my face more than i did two nights earlier. The pain from the clamps, as you no doubt know well, gets dulled after a while, the slaps weren't dangerous at all, the main punishment was that of my knees. They hurt. And i was kneeling on the rice for half an hour.

Perhaps you say: "Pah, what of it? It can't be that painful." But if you speak so, you have never knelt on rice, or it was cooked rice. Yes, sir, it is just that painful. As if your bare knees would pricked by a thousand tiny needles. After the first sharp pain it is dulled a bit, but just a bit. It hurts evenly, torturing you intensely as long as you don't get up from the rice. Later the pain comes rather in waves, but surely it comes.

If you have no experience, check out a YouTube video with the title "Marisa kneeling on rice". The girl spends only a few minutes on the rice. See her left knee below.

Now you can imagine my knees after spending half an hour on rice. We never make photos of our sessions, and i am not allowed to send pictures of myself or my environment, but believe me, i wore the marks long into the night.

Of course i deserved my punishment, and i never protest against any torture, even if it happens from mere whim, as it is often the case. But i want to tell you how i was feeling when my knees were suffering. Being punished like this was very humiliating, and i am aroused by humiliation. I loved Luna very much for the pain she inflicted on me. I could have cried with the agony of my knees, but i was full of loving desire to kiss my sweet torturer's knees and hands. Which i did, when the chastisement came to end. My pain was personal action, not just pain. It carried a message from my lover. Yes, i felt loved.

The sweet caressing and loving embrace that i got from Luna after i was allowed to get up, made my suffering worth while abundantly.