Over the last few weeks, I've neglected my household chores, so I've accumulated 35 strokes. 15 with the hand, 20 with the cane - ouch. My Master knew that I would have difficulty holding my position once my bottom was burning and sore. So he decided to restrain me tightly this time. Lying on my stomach, my legs were pressed together at thigh height by a ring bondage device and held in place, my feet were pushed apart by a spreader bar, which led to a very uncomfortable position. I also had black leather mittens on that were attached to the steel ring on the sides with carabiners. No chance of moving, let alone escaping. I was completely at his mercy. For such sessions, my Master always likes to choose a mask without holes for the eyes, so that I have to fully and blindly engage with the sensual impressions. You feel much more intensely when other senses are taken away. And because all this wasn't enough, I was also gagged. I couldn't defend myself, couldn't see anything, couldn't speak properly. On the one hand, fear of the impending punishment built up, but on the other hand, so did lustful anticipation and horniness. While exploring the depths of devotion, I have discovered over the last few years that there is hardly anything that turns me on as much as being completely tied up and defenseless and also not being able to see anything. You pay attention to things that you don't normally notice. Like your own breathing. I heard every single heavy breath and concentrated on noticing what was going on around me. It also somehow feels like time is running differently. But I can't say whether it's faster or slower than normal - just different. You are in your zone. Without wanting to get esoteric, I would almost describe it as a state of expanded consciousness. It is probably what is known in the BDSM community as "subspace". I have been able to get to know this wonderful state a few times over the last few years. And today it was that time again. Lustful tension flowed through my whole body, like waves, mixed with fear. Finally, the time had come. In preparation for the punishment, my holes were filled - the remaining ones, my mouth was already gagged. My Owner inserted an anal plug into my asshole and our good old Lush vibrator into my pussy. It felt incredibly good. I began to moan and arch my pelvis as much as I could towards the toy. My master graciously started with the hand spankings. 15 of them. Okay. I could take them well. Of course, I counted every hit and thanked him properly. In the end, he disciplined me with a few quick, hard hits that became exponentially more painful with increasing frequency until they were finally very difficult to bear and I screamed "STOP! Stop! Please!". But he didn't stop until he was satisfied. Compared to what was to come, however, this was all just a warm-up. 20 strokes with the cane... I don't know if I've ever received so many in one go. I was dreading it. But the punishment seemed to have an effect because I resolved then and there to do my household chores very conscientiously over the next few weeks. If I could have skipped the next 5 minutes, I would have been happy to do so. But unfortunately, I had to go through with it. After the first five strokes I thought to myself "Oh God, I can't do this." This incomparable, stabbing, pinpoint pain of the cane. Awful. A real punishment. I screamed in pain with every hit and writhed, begging my owner to have mercy. He met me halfway by giving me a short break and working on my pussy with a dildo. For a brief moment, I thought he would fuck me in between because I could hold out so well. But unfortunately not. I have to say that dildos are not my favorite. Especially when I'm plugged. That's too intense for me. But of course, I held out well. Then came the last hits. After the very last one, I was completely worn out and exhausted. My Master freed me from the steel ring, the spreader bar, the mittens, and the gag. I curled up like a little a little one and started to cry. It had just been a lot. Very intense. As vulnerable as I was lying there, he lay down next to me and held me in his strong arms. We lay like that for a few minutes, me crying hot tears on his chest, and he stroking my hair and giving me gentle kisses on my head. That made everything better again... I felt so free and safe that the pain and agony from before were almost forgotten.