Blog : ~Tongue Tied

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9/19/2020 3:25 am

~Tongue Tied

As soon as the words left her mouth she wished she could call them back.

“Excuse me?”

The mild tone was belied by the raised eyebrow and the slightly pinched look around his mouth. She swallowed and dropped her gaze, feeling foolish and flustered.

“I, umm, that is – I-“

“Kneel”

The direct command cut off her flustered groping for words and even though she knew he was about to address her rudeness; she couldn’t help but feel a little relieved not to be left floundering. The truth was she’d been sassy for a few days now. Always hovering on the right side of respectful, but definitely pushing his buttons. Their relationship thrived on their mutual respect for each other’s intelligence, often taking the form of lively conversations peppered with quick comebacks and wit. He was vocal about his love for her clever mind, and he understood that after too many years of being told she was too much, too strong, not compliant enough, part of her was still waiting for him to tell her those things too. That even as she reveled in finding a man strong and secure enough to put her in her place, she continued to test his resolve.

As he watched her drop gracefully to her knees at his feet, her head still bent, her long hair covering her flushed face, he allowed himself a small smile. She was about to rediscover how strong his resolve was.

“Strip.”

She glanced up at him briefly with wide eyes before hurrying to remove the dress she had worn to work. As she shimmied out of it the pretty underthings he had chosen for her to wear today were revealed, the lace playing peekaboo with her pert nipples, making his cock stir in his pants. As soon as she was done she resumed her kneeling position, head bent, eyes on the floor. Her heavy fall of hair obscured her face, so she heard, rather than saw, him placing things on the floor beside her.

“Look at me.”

She raised her eyes and complied as he put a hand under her jaw to gently tilt her head back. He brushed her hair out of the way and looked down at her. He loved her like this too – compliant and submissive. His. Unable to hide from him. Nerves, anticipation, and chagrin were written all over her face. He let the silence linger and watched as she bit her lip but held his stare, determined to do as she was told

“So you can be well behaved.”

She flushed again, her response a quiet “Yes, Sir.”

“Does that mean you’re choosing not to be?”

“No! No Sir. I promise. I just…” she broke off then took a breath and tried to collect herself but could feel hot tears welling up in her eyes.

“You just think it’s ok to always have a smart answer? To be impertinent? I think I’ve been too lenient. I’ve let you know I enjoy your intelligence and wit and you’ve taken advantage of that.”

She was openly crying now. His tone has never changed. He’s not yelling or even openly angry but she’s horrified that he thinks she has taken advantage of him in any way. She knows he’s right, even if she didn’t consciously think of it like that, she has pushed the envelope too far and shown him disrespect with her smart mouth that moves too fast for her own good sometimes.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry Sir, please…please let me make it up to you.”

Suddenly he hunkered down in front of her, picking whatever he’d put on the floor up.

“Oh don’t you worry little girl. I’m going to make sure you make it up to me. Hold out your tongue.”

She blinked at him, confused for a few seconds before doing what he said, and sticking her pink tongue out.

“Further, open your mouth wider.”

When she complied he held up the object and she could see it clearly for the first time. A clothespin. Her eyes widened, they’d never used clothes pins before. Would it hurt more than a clamp? He snapped the pin open and shut a few times, the sound loud in the room, her pulse accelerating in time, nerves firing in her stomach.

In an efficient movement, he lined the pin-up with the tip of her tongue and released the ends. It shut soundlessly, the spring mount gripping her flesh mercilessly. A pained cry left her, it definitely hurt more than she was expecting, and more tears welled up in her eyes. He stood slowly, never taking his eyes off her.

“You’re going to keep that on your tongue while I remind you what happens to disrespectful girls who can’t control their smart mouths. Understand?” She nodded, tears slipping down her cheeks, her mascara running with them.

“Use your words.”

She garbled out a “Yes Sir.” It was impossible to actually talk properly with her tongue pinned and she felt a flush of humiliation creep up her neck and cheeks at the incoherent sounds she was making.

“Good girl. There’s a paddle lying on the floor to your left. Present it to me.”

She reached out with shaking fingers and gripped the handle before using both hands to hold it out to him. Offering up her submission, her choice to receive his punishment. She panted, her tongue held by the clothespin, as she realized what was about to happen. As she held it up to him everything about her body language said she was his, she was sorry, and she would take her punishment like a good girl.

The clothespin prohibited her from closing her mouth and drool began to gather, dropping in a long strand to her breasts, mingling with the tears she had shed for him. He was already hard at the sight of her like this, under his command, accepting his dominance, and as he accepted the paddle from her he could feel his cock stir even more. It was going to be a long night, but completely worth every moment of lost sleep.

~silent-musings

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