Chaturbate Archives - Wolfie wants Seth to try his Full Service.

He will train Seth to be a Master Quoster so he can serve Our guests. Make no mistake, this is a lance of shame to be shed, and only for Our pleasure. Wolfie will be supplied with instructions on how to put on His Master's lance. He is to follow the instructions the week they are given out. This lance is to be worn on the week, and covered with His blood, if it is Necessary. He is to wear it every day. He is to be punished severely if He loses His temper, or if there is a problem with his work. Nothing else is to be done except what is ordered. Even the smallest infraction will result in a beating. Seven Smack, that is the most severe of all the punishments that could be given by this simple and effective system. Six Smack, which is the sweetest of punishments, will be met with. Seven Smacks is the harshest, almost painful, of all the punishments. There is an intense and throbbing going through my entire body. I cry and sob uncontrollably. Only when I am able to speak, at long last, does Wolfie stop. At his long last, brisk steps away from me. Wolfie is sitting in the chair.

From his seat, I hear the snick of the clamps on the black rubber cords. I am the only one crying. My tears have no return. My body is in turmoil. The only thing that seems to have a calming effect on me is the application of lotion or lotion to my carefully and slowly massaged burn. The intense soothing effects of lotion are long gone. The constant soothing has the effect of giving the very thought that drives me mad almost completely out of my consciousness. The burning sensation seems to have been replaced by an intense and profane languor that tests my patience. I feel a gentle hand moved over my buttocks, a soothing itchy mass healing from the oil. The soft fingertips gently roll the fiery mass. It feels so good. Another supple hand moves around the deep punctuation of the last couple of paragraphs. It is strange, then, that the burning mass doesn't feel as hot or inflamed when the intimacy is restored. The intensity and immediacy of the sensations are what drive me to task. The papers are scattered in little bits all over the place. It must be five o'clock, I think, because I have been working and writing and reacting to this visitation.

I write at the top of the page. I try to retain some control over my thoughts. But, I burn with a mixture of desire and embarrassment that I realize that the information revealed during my visit is only the tip of the iceberg. Plenty of heat is hiding from me, buried deep inside the well-tended ice. I realize that I wrote the information down on the wall. But just as I get up to leave, I suddenly notice the look in my eyes. I leave the building. Walk into my own home. My wife is at work. She does not greet me as I enter the door. She enters. The anger is back in my eyes, but it is not there yet. I make my way to the center of the room. There is a nurse behind the desk. The door is opened softly. I glance at her. She smiles..