I can't believe I've let my Master down! Having had a week with no orgasms allowed, I was secretly masturbating yesterday when you discovered me. You've called me in to deal with me this morning, and I'm very worried. I knock on the door and enter the room, dressed the way you always require in thick rollneck sweater, black pantyhose and fuzzy socks. I kneel in front of you, and, calling you 'My Lord' as you expect, I apologise for my disobedience. You, of course, aren't ready to forgive me yet, being a very strict Master. You order me to spank myself with the biggest leather paddle, saying 'I'm sorry, Master' after every swat. Then, still in my socks, pantyhose and rollneck sweater, you order me to pick up my vibrator, and tease my slutty, disobedient pussy. Knowing you won't let me cum, but hoping nevertheless, I bring myself almost to orgasm multiple times, only to have you deny me permission over and over again! Finally, your very repentant sweater slave is absolutely desperate to cum, and you allow me to suck your cock. Perhaps if I give you the best blowjob I possibly can, it might persuade you to forgive me? So I go to work on worshipping your cock in every way I know how, asking you to forgive me over and over again, as I plead with you to cum down my throat as a symbol of your forgiveness.