Owned Boy

Last week was not a good week for me at all. On top of missing O/our regular play session, i committed an irrational number of transgressions of varying degrees of seriousness from the inane to the very serious indeed.
On the way to yesterday’s session, i was filled with trepidation, fearing punishment of the kind only HotchKiss is capable of…usually severe, Machiavellian and always appropriate to the crime. On arrival i was greatly surprised twice within moments. i knelt at Her feet waiting to be told to kiss them as is O/our greeting protocol. Instead of instructing me to kiss Her feet, She told me to go to the dungeon and undress. This was shocking twice and in two different ways. It was the first time i had not been allowed to kiss Her feet and my mind reeled at that just as i realized that She had told me to get undressed, usually a prelude to a play session which i was NOT expecting at all. Wounded by the denial of homage yet lifted by the possibility of play, i went to the dungeon, stripped and awaited Her arrival, my mind nearly unable to cope with the conflicting thoughts rushing about.
After discussing my transgressions, their severity and causality, She presented me with a choice. i could choose a “long-term devastating” punishment, or a short-term humiliation. Without more specifics, i found it too difficult to make the choice and so i responded “whichever will provide You the most amusement, HotchKiss”. She looked at me momentarily and then told me to stick my thumb in my ass.
i was shocked into stillness. Like a deer in headlights, i stood looking at Her and finally blurted out “without lube, HotchKiss?” She laughed, considered briefly and then allowed that i could use lube if i thought i needed it. Apparently, She considered that during the past week i had my thumb up my ass, if not my head, and She decided She wanted to see what it looked like. After getting the lube and applying it to my thumb, i contorted myself to the point where i could stick my thumb up my ass. She had me assume various positions, and poses, both sitting and standing in various parts of the dungeon, including on the St Andrews cross. When there, She laughed loudly and went upstairs to get the camera, muttering “perfect…just perfect”. Thankfully, the camera was not working due to low batteries. There’s no telling what She would have done with those pictures. At that point, She had me insert my forefinger as well, which was even harder to do, and i resumed posing for Her while She laughed and chatted.
Was it humiliating? yes. But actually it was humiliating in a good way, as it provided amusement for HotchKiss and in fact, seemed to release all the pressure that had been pent up in me during the past week, from what source i’m not completely sure, but it included worrying about my transgressions, and the stress of the unrelieved anxiety/anticipation built up prior to O/our last scheduled session. i have never been a huge fan of humiliation play, but neither have i been overly averse to it. This exercise provided an example of how it can be used to useful purpose. The rest of the session was spent on the cross, with some cane striping, paddling and spanking. Not enough to send me into subspace, but enough to provide the endorphins my body now craves, and enough to provide some fun for HotchKiss. Lunch with Her afterward was it’s usual bonus, as i basked in Her presence.

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