Drawing From The Punishment Box: Mushrooms

One of the things it took us a while to figure out was punishment--as i am generally a little pain sub the sting of my Lady's flogger or a tug on my nipple clamps proved in many ways ineffective punishments, especially as J was sometimes nervous about "pushing things too far" and hurting me...Such a thoughtful Lady to worry so about Her slave. =-) 

Yet we still needed a way to correct substandard service, backtalking, missed tasks or general poor behavior.  As J grew in Her role as a Domme She also grew in Her desire to inflict punishment, which at first was something She was more nervous and unsure about, but is now something She has fully embraced.  At times i wonder at how i am getting much more than i ever bargained for, and how lucky i am. =-) 

After a brainstorming session a while back we came up with a series of punishments that She felt comfortable using, and that were truly punishments for me and not things i would crave or would cause intentional bad behavior because i was seeking a "punishment" that was anything but.

Some of the punishments are related to tedium, things like loooooong stretches isolated in a closet or dark room, or writing lines based on whatever my failing had been (with special thanks to the Fond of Writing software).  Others are activities i find really unpleasant, including kneeling on rice, or being placed in an uncomfortable standing or kneeling position while holding a poker chip (or if i have been really poor, a penny or smaller item) against the wall with my nose or fingers, or both.

We have also recently started playing around with post-orgasm torture, where J teases and tickles my cock mercilessly right after i have been allowed a release.  This is almost unbearable... Yet another is basic, but dreaded: a cold shower, while J gleefully watches me as i gasp and wriggle and ultimately scream as the frigid water pours down.  That one is doubly dreaded in the winter...=-)

Each punishment is written on a card and dropped in a box, and whenever i need punishing and J does not feel like having to decide what to do, we draw randomly from the box.  One thing about drawing punishments is that i have to read it aloud, my voice often catching in my throat as i say the words.  We had one drawing the other night, after i had failed to perform J's nightly foot rub the day before - i was out late that night and by the time i got home She was asleep so i missed my daily duty to worship Her feet.  No matter the circumstances (aside from when we travel apart) this is unacceptable and is ALWAYS cause for a punishment.

J sat on the bed as i brought the punishment box out, placing it on the floor and kneeling before it.

"Well...what are you waiting for, dear? Draw." 

i reached into the box and pulled out a card.  Flipping it over revealed the word MUSHROOMS.  i read it aloud and then involuntarily groaned.  J silenced me with a look.

"What was that?" She demanded.  i lowered my eyes and said "sorry, sorry, sorry" repeatedly, then knelt down and kissed each of Her feet, expressing my deep gratitude to J for taking the time and care to punish me.

"Hmmmm....well, the foot kissing is nice, but that's expected.  The groan, however, is UNACCEPTABLE.  We will be drawing from the box again tomorrow as punishment for that, do you understand?"

"Yes, my Lady," i whispered, my mind and soul diving deep into subspace, my regret real and genuine as i murmured a heartfelt "Thank You, my Lady."

"All right then, well...let's get started.  First, why are we punishing you?"  i replied it was because of my inexcusable failure and selfishness in staying out too late and failing to serve Her feet the other night.  "Good.  Now crawl into the kitchen and fetch the can, slave."

i crawled into the kitchen, dread rising in my stomach as i opened the can of generic mushrooms and a fork and returned to my Lady's feet.  She was sitting up on the edge of the bed, smiling.

"Good boy...now kneel before me, close your eyes and open wide!" J laughed.  i did as ordered, and almost as soon as my mouth was open the first forkful of slimy, foul mushrooms slid into my mouth.

You see, i HATE mushrooms.  Always have, always will.  i don't care if they are fresh or dried, portabello or other fancy variety, cooked, raw or whatever.  i find them disgusting, and in the past i would often gag at the merest taste of a single foul fungus that had ended up on a pizza slice or hidden in a salad.  But as i am not allergic to mushrooms or anything, J had the devilish idea of using them as a punishment, and after a few different samples we settled on canned generic mushrooms as the best (or worst!) variety for punishing me.

i swallowed the nasty forkful, murmuring a "thank You my Lady" and eagerly opening my mouth for more.  One of J's rules is that not only am i not allowed to gag or even make a foul face, i am expected to eagerly open my mouth ("like a baby bird" as J put it) for more.  Any failure to do so results in at minimum a swift face slap, more mushrooms to eat, and sometimes something worse.

J shoved a few more forkfuls of awful mushrooms into my mouth, and while every part of me wanted to gag and spit them out i swallowed each one as quickly as i could and eagerly opened my mouth for more.  J then slid a forkful near my mouth and whispered "Hold..." before sliding it between my lips.  This meant i had to hold the mouthful on my tongue, the juices and slippery mushrooms sliding around as they touched every corner of my taste buds, tongue, teeth and lips.

"Open your eyes, dear," J whispered.  As i opened i gazed up at Her, the look in Her eyes so glorious and powerful as She looked down at me.  She was clearly enjoying Herself, a wry smile on Her face as She watched me suffer.

"Are those good, slave?"  i nodded my head, which is expected.  "Do you want more?"  i nodded again, and J's smiled broadened.  "Well, you better swallow, then."

More forkfuls slid in, each worse than the last, but each time i kept myself under control and eagerly asked for more.  J then had me tip my head back a bit and poured some of the juice from the can into my mouth, ordering me again to hold it there.

"Good...now swish it around, slave.  It's your punishment mouthwash, and i want every inch of your mouth to taste it."  This was my least favorite, the awful liquid sloshing around as i fought to keep from gagging.  J had me hold it in my mouth for a while for what seemed like forever, even leaving for a time to brush Her teeth and get Herself ready for bed.

"Goooood job, slave" She sang as She returned.  "OK, you can swallow that now."  i choked down the liquid, licked my lips and looked up at Her.  "I think that's enough for tonight, don't you?" J smiled.  The only correct answer (as i learned painfully) to that question is "Only if You think so, my Lady."  J nodded Her head that it was, and the relief washed over me as i put the remnants away and crawled back to Her. 

As always after a punishment, i knelt and kissed each of Her feet three times, whispering "Thank You for punishing me, my Lady" each time.  i then crawled in beside Her, the terrible taste still in my mouth but my devotion to Her as high as ever.

"Now, we don't want to follow that up with a reward for you, dear...but that doesn't mean I don't get one, isn't that right?"  i quickly agreed, and spent the next hour attending to Her desires, caressing Her body and teasing Her sex with my fingers before eventually bringing Her to two orgasms with Her favorite vibe.  She wriggled and moaned and screamed while my cock throbbed helplessly, untouched and with no chance of release.

"Mmmmmm...good job, dear," J whispered, clearly pleased as She rolled over.  "Good night....and be ready to draw from the box in the morning."  i snuggled into Her and eventually drifted off to sleep, mind reeling and heart soaring as i basked in the glow of truly being Hers.