Misunderstanding With My Owner

Above is a picture of the beautiful tattoo my Mistress got last weekend. Here is the story behind it...

Last week I had the first ever misunderstanding with my owner. While neither of us meant to hurt the other person, there were some hurt feelings. And since I am the slave and not the free one in the relationship, I am the one who is currently being punished. As it should be...

Last week, I was on the road all week. It is always hard to be away from my Mistress, but one good thing is that we can talk as much as we wish. In one of our conversations, she mentioned that she wanted to get her hair done and wanted me to be there. I had never even thought about accompanying anyone to a hair appointment, but the instant she said it I wanted to go. I love her so much that if it is important to her, it is important to me. I got very excited about going with her to get her hair colored when I got back to town.

But then she called me, telling me that she had already gotten it done. No big deal I figured. While I would have loved to have been there, I understand she was eager and I couldn't wait to see it.

Then, as my week on the road was coming to an end, we had planned to see each other Friday on my way back home. We were both excited to know that we would soon be in each other's arms, or maybe me at her feet. But on my trip back, I had a period of time where I was busy and/or in bad cell coverage areas. So when Mistress was trying to contact me, I couldn't respond. No big deal I thought, as soon as I was able, I would call her and tell her I was almost there.

Well, no such luck. She had been wanting to go shopping, and with me being out of pocket, it left her hanging. So she went ahead and went shopping. When I called her and learned that fact, I was actually a little hurt. I didn't say anything, but secretly felt (the boyfriend part of me) that if she had wanted to see me as bad as I did her, that she would have at least waited till we talked. But again, no big deal. I totally understood. Besides, it wasn't right of me to leave her hanging.

Then, that evening, she was going to a party and I had to be home with my family. I would have given anything to be by her side. So we kept in close communication via text messages. I love every single time my phone indicates that I have a new text message, because it is usually my wonderful Mistress.

So the night went on, and then I got a text message from her telling me that she was at a tattoo parlor and about to get a tattoo on her foot. Now, while I loved that idea (as her footslave) I was kinda caught off guard and a little hurt by now. I thought, why wouldn't she want me there and wait till I could be. I mean, certainly she could wait and go back with me the following week. I begged her to wait, but to no avail. Now, in fairness to her, she was trying to do something sweet for me, and had no idea that this was now the third time I had been "hurt" like that. I kept pleading for her to wait. We texted back and forth until I finally texted the word, "whatever."

I didn't mean it to be mean as much as just to give up on convincing her to wait. I knew she was going to get it anyway. And I did like the idea of it. (By the way, it is beautiful)

We didn't really have a fight as much as a misunderstanding, but it was quickly talked and fixed the next day. We both felt better about the other person's intent.

But the more I thought about saying "whatever" to her, the more I realized how out of line I was. I was acting like a hurt boyfriend. And my boyfriend status is not a right, it is a privelege. She allows me to be her boyfriend, but can take that away at any time. At the root of our relationship, I am a slave....a lowly footslave. And I am her personal property. To do with as she pleases. And above all, I am to obey and honor her and put her desires above my own.

I had failed her. I had disrespected her. So I called and confessed my feelings to her. I love her too much to get away with any behavior like that. My greatest desire in this world is to obey her. I love her so much.

So here I sit, it is now Tuesday of the following week. My punishment is that I am not to touch myself for a whole week. It is becoming increasingly difficult. But I will do it. I am not like these other so called "slaves" that require a cage or a lock to keep then in chastity. My lock is my devotion. If she says she wishes me not to touch myself, then I wouldn't dare dream of doing it. I am a slave in the truest since of the word. And I don't say that being cocky. I say it in humble adoration of my owner, my sweet wonderful Mistress. I still say she is being way too merciful and that I deserve the whip. I don't want the whip as far as the pain from the lash, but I do want it to show her how much I regret saying "whatever" to her. I just pray she decides to whip my back to show me my place.