Diary of a Masochist by Victoria Johnson

Author:Victoria Johnson [Johnson, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Victoria Johnson
Published: 2022-04-22T00:00:00+00:00

XI

Dear Diary,

It's been about a week since my punishment session with Scott, and I'm finally starting to feel more normal again.

Luckily, my services haven't been required by anyone since I was whipped. I don't know if it was going to be that way anyway or if Scott told them to give me a rest while I healed a little bit, but either way I've been grateful to have the time to myself. Even Missy hasn't been bothering me. She took me to be cleaned yesterday, but she didn't edge me insane like she did last time. She literally just cleaned me, then took me back to my room. It was all...disturbingly professional of her.

Today was the end of my respite, though, and of course, it made me wish that I had been given a few days more.

The stripes from the whip have mostly healed and gone away by now, though there are a few raised weals that still haven't completely gone away. They make my tummy flutter every time I look at them, and it just reminds me of the shameful thing that I did to earn them. I did try my hand at getting my fingers under the edge of the belt again a few days ago. Not because I thought that I would be able to get underneath it, but to confirm that I wouldn't be able to. Of course, I was right. The metal isn't cutting into my skin at all, of course, but it's definitely tight. Tighter than is...really comfortable. But the point of the belt isn't comfort, is it? It's to stop slutty girls like me from touching their pussies when the rules clearly state that they're not allowed to.

So anyway. Today I was counting lines on the wall – there are tiny fissures in the paint that I noticed a few days ago so I've been going around and seeing how many of them I can find around my room – when I heard the lock in the key. Part of me was hoping that it was just Missy with my lunch even though it was way too early for that, but I had this sinking sort of feeling in my stomach that told me that that wasn't the case. And I was right.

It was Scott again. My entire body got tense just seeing him, even though he was smiling very genially at me when he opened the door. He was dressed similarly to last time I saw him, slacks and a polo shirt, and one of his hands was covered with a leather golfing glove that would have made me smile if I hadn't been feeling so wary seeing him.

"Don't worry, Sara, you're not in trouble this time. But you are being called to duty." He chuckled to himself as he stepped back from the doorway, gesturing for me to follow him before he turned around and started walking down the hallway. I sort of wanted to hang back, be a little defiant, by my feet had a much better idea than my mind and started following him right away.

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