The punishment – part 2 – For ever

FOR  EVER

(one should never say forever?)

After  my  first  stay  in  the  cage  designed  by  Sardax,  for  many  weeks I received no message from my beloved Mistress, and I did not dare write HER. I was so afraid to importune HER ! Had SHE forgiven me ?  Was I worthy to merit her pardon ?

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Then I received this message :

“medor, I will see you again only if you accept to be My slave, really My slave, day and night, for ever. I want you to be Mine, really Mine, totally Mine, your

body, your heart and soul, and all your belongings. Of course you would live with me in Romania… If you accept to be My slave, I will see you soon. If you

refuse, I will never see you again !”

It was a shock, a great shock in my mind ! Very often I had dreamed to be a slave, HER slave. But theoretically, for fun, not in the real life. And now, it might

become reality !

I needed one week to take a decision. I had no problem with my job, till  I’m retired. It would be easy to ask the Pension fund to send my pension in a bank

in Bucharest…

But it was not the same with my family : my son, my daughter, my two granddaughters (5 years and 1 year). I did not wanted to “cut ties”, to “cut bridges”

with them (as we say in French). I had to maintain such a precious relationship.

So I had the idea of a testing period, a probation, and answered :

“Mistress EZADA, I accept your proposal, and thank YOU, as I know it’s a great honour. You know how much I need YOU. How much I desire to be really your

slave. I beg YOU only to enact a testing period of three months. After this period, YOU would tell me if YOU accept me definitely as a slave, and I shall tell

YOU if I accept to be your slave, if I can be your slave for ever.”

I received immediately this answer :

“I don’t need any testing period, as I know you well. So you have three days to make a decision. On Thursday evening, if I have received a negative answer

or no answer, I shall never see you again.”

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Those three days were horrible. I changed my mind ten times. On one side loneliness, absence, never see HER again. On the other side deprivation, always

obedience, punishments, may be whippings…

Finally I reminded what Mistress had told me about many guys who wanted to become her slave 24/7. SHE had always refused without hesitation, because it

would be a financial charge for Her, it would take a lot of time to take care, and probably after a while SHE would not like those men who ask to become her

permanent slaves without knowing Her in person first.

So her proposal was a great honour ! I dare say it was a great proof of affection… I dare say of love… the kind of love a Mistress could feel for her slave !

I could not refuse that kind of proposal from a Mistress I adore so much. I t would be stupid. It was impossible ! I will tell my children that I’m going to buy

a house somewhere in Romania, probably at the foot of the mountains northwest of Bucharest, and that I shall live there some time every year … let us say

a few weeks every year. But we will keep in touch by email, by phone, or by SKIPE…

So I shall be able to buy the beautiful house we visited last year at the foot of the Southern Carpathians. A dream!

This house has the right style: a temple dedicated to my Goddess!  The renovations should be extremely important. But I shall be her slave for good, and if

my Stapana (1) decides so, I could spend most of my time improving gradually the house. I shall be helped by one or two maneuvers ; I have already a good

experience of this kind of work; and I like it!

Of course, my beloved Stapana will come regularly to reward me if we have worked well, and / or to punish me deliciously if the work is not moving fast

enough …

So I wrote to Mistress EZADA :

“I accept to be your slave day and night, for ever. From now I shall always do what YOU want, and only what You want. And I shall be happy to serve YOU as

well as I can, for ever.  I beg YOU only to leave me  in touch , by email or by phone, with my children.”

Then I received a very short message :

“Tomorrow, on February the 18th, I shall send my personal slave at Bucharest airport, at 16 H 15. Be there.”

The next day at the airport, I was pleasantly surprised to see Mr sS along with my beloved Mistress. She was wearing a long black leather coat.

I was allowed to kiss her hand. She smiled and simply ordered :

“Follow me.”

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My first day of slavery. Total darkness. As I cannot stand up, I must stay kneeling… I have been naughty, already , and Mistress decided I should stay in the

cage for one hour. Again the cage ! Now, at last, I hear the noise of her boots in the corridor…

1. – NDLR : Stapana means “mistress” en Romanian