Whenever I mess up an order from my Master, he generally follows up with some punishment. At first I didn't mind the punishment, because he didn't know exactly how I ticked and more often than not the punishment wouldn't really phase me. He really realized this when I flat out told him I wasn't going to do what he had asked and would rather take the punishment.
Then he began making me poke Q-tips down my urethra. That wasn't a big deal at first; it was definitely something I didn't enjoy, but was bearable. However, a big change occurred during my most recent punishment.
I was sounding, but he ordered me to cum while the Q-tip was partly in me. It was extremely unpleasant. I'm still very sensitive to any foreign body in my urethra, and any stimulation of that body translates into pain. All my usual methods of masturbation involve physical actions that became too painful in this situation. Eventually I was reduced to slowly rubbing and teasing my frenulum and corona. With some intense mental help I was able to cum, only to be completely dismayed when the replying text from my Master told me to cum again.
All I thought to myself was, "That's impossible."
Luckily or unluckily, I'm not sure which, at that time I had more urgent issues to attend to and had to abandon the punishment. My Master understood and reworked the punishment, so that later that day I had to cum while sounding, then cum again 10 minutes later while still sounding. I was already slightly freaking out about what I had to do.
The late evening finally rolled around and I set to my task. I was tired and had already cum that day. The intervening hours had been busy and my mind simply was not in an erotic mood. But I had to attempt the punishment, at least.
Skip to 2 hours later, and I still hadn't cum the first time. I had watched porn, read erotic stories, used my imagination, and even some light masturbation, but my dick wasn't responding to it at all. I wasn't even leaking. It would begin to swell up on occasion, but the pain of the Q-tip instantly ruined the moment. I think my urethra was actually sore from earlier that day. I didn't realize that was even a possibility when I had begun my punishment. I wanted to finish this punishment, hoping it would restore some of my Master's faith in me. I settled on taking out some poly cord and knotting a ring around the base of my cock and another ring beneath my corona. Slowly this brought my cock to half-staff, but no further. I tried to physically assist my pathetic attempts at an erection, but my hand only reignited the pain from the Q-tip.
This is when I began to break down.
I realized that all this effort was simply to cum once. I was expected to cum again, within 10 minutes of my first orgasm. It would hurt like hell -- or at this rate, something much worse than hell -- to get myself off once. Twice? No... The amount of pain that I would have to endure wouldn't be possible for me to inflict on myself. Godamnit, the amount of pain I was trying to withstand now, for one lousy orgasm, was pushing my limits.
I let that sink in. The pain I would have to experience from one Q-tip to complete the punishment.
And it was too much. I began to tear up. Well, my eyes got really moist, at least. Which is really saying something: someone else had ordered me via text to do a task, and in my attempts to complete that task, without actually hurting myself as much as I really could, was brought to the beginning of tears.
I gave up. No other option was feasible. The pain overwhelmed my other senses, and an orgasm resulting from my direct control was impossible. Let alone the thought of a second orgasm. That would require enduring an amount of pain I didn't want to (and still haven't) consider.
I took out the Q-tip and crawled in bed. I let my Master know that I considered the task impossible, and how fucking pissed off I was about making me sound so much in one day. I really hate the activity. He wasn't really mad at all that I couldn't finish the task; he was satisfied to know that I had tried (and probably how much torment it had put me through).
The next day I had a text from him saying that sounding would no longer be part of my punishment. I argued that we should keep it, because it's actually the only thing we've found so far that would work as a punishment. I don't want to do that again, ever, and will do my best to complete any orders he gives. But he said he would explore some other options for punishment, because my complete and almost aggressive aversion to pain makes any punishment involving pain a high-scale punishment, and we probably need some low- to intermediate-scale punishments as well.
Follow the winds
=Sab
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