The punishment consisted in 25 blows to add to the 20 disciplinary ones, while wearing a weight which would strangle and pull downward the tip of my cock, plus the regular weight of 1 pound that hangs now daily from my balls and pulls them ever so lightly downwards.

i chose a 1.25 kg (2,75 lbs) for the tip of the cock. At first, my intention was to use doble this amount, but it put such a painful strain in the flesh that i had to abandon the idea.

So, in total i was told to whack my disgusting, utterly useless and filthy cock 45 times.

The position chosen for this punishment was a standing up stance, so the weights were both hanging freely in midair. The ratio of the blows was fast, one every two seconds approximately, taking special care to cover the whole length of the hose, from the overstretched tip to the base, in the pubic area.

Hours earlier, while at work, it was difficult for me to disguise the erection that threatened to bulge dangerously my trousers. The notion of having to be disciplined, again, was a deranging one. Not too long ago i had endured a corrective punishment with a lot more weight pulling downwards my entire genitalia, via webcam, supervised by the attentive eye of my strict owner.

But this time my owner wasn't going to execute the punishment herself. I had to proceed with the utmost severity, substituting the lack of real-time guidance for a wise application of the blows and the harshness with which they were expected to be delivered.

Some of the first blows came down too soft, so i multiplied by at least four the number of blows that had to be dealt for each of these failed ones, so as to make up for the lack of severity.

i must have whacked that disgusting hose more than 60 times altogether, in my zeal to approximate the experience as much as i could to a guided event, by my owner.

By the end of the punishment the blows were dealt with real fury, replicating as faithfully as possible the severity that my owner would have applied herself. She has real reasons to be angry with me, and for my part i'm also tired of testing her patience, which seems to be as infinite as is her generosity and her wisdom.

***

Tonight i've learnt that i'm really lucky.

i have understood that no slave in this world should live separated from his/her O/owner. The trust i'm feeling for the woman that owns me is growing day by day, and if i have to be honest, it is much more than the training, or the chance of serving as a submissive, what i'm grateful for. i owe her my life, because without her i'd just be another sad vanilla soul, not only unworthy, but also lonely, confused and unfulfilled.

Thank you for teaching me how to overcome fear, owner maso.

Thank you for being with me at every step of this path.

The chains you have put around my flesh are the wings with which i fly free, at last.

My life is yours and is you to whom i'll pray every day.

pp

PS: As i write this, two plastic suckers are pulling the flesh of my niples outwards. A slave's collar is wrapping my neck real tight, and pulling downwards my balls there's a weigth of 1 pound, which i intend to substitute for a heavier one, soon. i feel in my room as the dungeon that my owner wants me to live in, but also as a church where i can commit myself to the task of serving my owner, with body, mind and soul. She's the only reason for me to have come to this world. Thank you maso.