I give no outward reaction.Inside, I’m laughing.We’ve moved that stack of bricks four times now.It’s one of his favorite and least creative ways to punish us.Yes, it takes hours.We end up working on it into the night.We miss dinner.But it’s exercise, and it won’t harm us.
Fuck him.
He can suck my dick.
My alarm yanks me awake.I sit upright with so much speed that I make myself dizzy.I never need my alarm.This is a new development.
I know why, too.
Her.
It’s her fault.
She’s consuming my life.I’m spending way too much time thinking about her, watching her, training her.I should stop this nonsense.It’s not like I can keep her in the long run.Of course not.
I’m fucking with her.It’s become a habit.She’s like a drug.I can’t stop toying with her.Provoking her.Controlling her.
And like every morning, I scramble out of bed and rush over to my monitor to see what she’s doing.I’m late getting up.This is not like me.She’s up before me.Of course she is.I set her alarm myself.I even moved it to her desk so she has to walk farther to get to it.
She’s crying.Not surprising.She’s often crying.Imake her cry.She used to smile all the time.She’s a happy person.She was laughing the first time I saw her.I knew she was goodness and light.That’s partly why I chose her in the first place.
For the last several years, I’ve picked a girl each fall to take down a notch.This year, I choseher.
Briana.
All smiles and giggles.
That’s not how I found her at the party, however.She was uncomfortable in that environment.She hated it there.I watched her for a while before I took her.She never tasted a sip of alcohol.She curled up her nose when she smelled it.She didn’t like stepping in the sticky mess on the floor, either.Nor did she enjoy people bumping into her, spilling beer or spiked punch on her.
Honestly, I think a part of her was relieved when I pulled her into that pantry and got her out of that situation.
Okay, fine.Relieved is probably not the right word.She was not relieved.But I gave her something else to think about.
My girl is sure thinking now.She’s sitting at her desk in her panties and tank top because I’ve left her those two items to wear to bed every night since I whipped her with my belt.
She’s not smiling.Which I hate.I did this to her.I fucked with her so hard that she’s no longer happy.But she still obeys me.She can’t help herself.I’ve conditioned her to follow my orders.I think she would do so for months without any interaction from me.
That’s what I wanted, isn’t it?I set out to see how far I could take her, and she followed like the deeply submissive puppy she is.It’s my doing.But now what?
I grab my cock and jerk myself off while I watch her pick up her phone.She spreads her pretty legs wide and takes a picture of the deep bruise on her inner thigh.As instructed, she also captures the gusset of her panties.I like to zoom in and focus on the wet spot right in the center.
Does she realize why I sucked her so hard that night?I’m sure she does.I’ve told her repeatedly that she will always wear my mark.As long as that bruise is still prominent, she knows I might not come to see her.She’s staring at it now, touching it.
I wish I could get into her head and know what she’s thinking.I’m pretty certain she enjoys seeing my mark because she lets her finger stray to the elastic edge of her panties just inches from the bruise.She boldly drags her pointer along the elastic.
I’ve never seen her do this before.It’s new.She’s about to piss me off.I told her not to touch herself, and she’s taking that too close to the line.
In fact, while I squeeze my cock harder, she spreads her legs wider, leans back, and uses both hands to toy with that elastic on either side of her cunt.It’s erotic as hell.I’m going to come faster than usual from watching her.But so very naughty.She could make herself come, too.I have no doubt.
I wish I had a camera between her legs.I bet her panties are soaked now.She doesn’t have time for this.Plus, it’s strictly forbidden.Her arousal ismine.I decide when she’s permitted to feel good.Not just orgasms.
Suddenly, I know I need to be firmer with her somehow, without revealing I have installed a camera in her room.That’s always a challenge.When I see her do something that’s not permitted, I have to get creative about correcting her.
Without a doubt, she’s been confused several times, wondering if she was being watched.She’s even glanced around her room, thinking maybe I was with her.Once she looked in the closet.I held my breath that time, afraid she would find the camera in the top corner.But that’s not what she was looking for.It never occurred to her.She was looking forme.
I’m also not under her bed.I chuckle every time she looks.Nor am I outside her window.Not during the day, anyway.
God, I wish I had a microphone in her room.Fuck.I need to make that happen.I will.I can’t stand not hearing her any longer.I’ll add sound equipment tonight.