Punish me

One long week

These past few couple of days have been very.....interesting. Not only did I get a new wedgie dom, but he is apparently a very "committed" dom. I don't know how he comes up with some of the stuff he's done so far. But I'm sure that he isn't even close to running out of new ways to "torture me". And since I don't want to bore the readers with constant updates, I'm gonna give a brief summary of what happened this week.

Day 1:
On Wednesday, dom made me do an abs workout while being in a hidden shoulder wedgie. For obvious reasons I was scared of getting caught (especially since I was pretty "happy" at the time). There were a few close calls of people giving me random glances. But this didn't seem to bother dom. After my workout dom congratulated me by making me sniff his sweaty armpits.

     Author's note: I forgot to mention this. From now on I'm gonna be writing like a slave. Meaning that I have to not only accept whatever he does to me, but also thank him whenever it's necessary (he said that it doesn't have to be a permanent thing. But he'd still like it if I played along every now and then).

Day 2:
       On Thursday dom saw that I was incredibly sore (both stomach and butt). So he went easy on me today. After I did a light cardio workout, dom made me wait for him at the locker room. After about an hour of me waiting, he showed up and told me to turn around. He then proceeded to give me soft but sharp tugs. I thought it was kinda sweet, him worrying about me, until he pushed me to the ground and put his socked foot on my face. And since the locker room was almost always abandoned, he took it to himself to make sure I remembered his sent (meaning, I had to lay on the ground and smell his post workout socks for about 20 minutes).

Day 3:
       On Friday I felt a lot better, so obviously dom went harsher on me. He did so by forcing me to go to a drive through while in a chair wedgie (he took off the head of my car seat, yanked the panties he had previously bought me over it, and placed the head back on and pretty much trapping me in a wedgie I could not get out of). Luckily the cashier at the fast food place didn't seem to notice anything and I got back to him without any problems. I then got to eat the food that I bought with dom's "seasoning" (I bought a burger that he spat on, I honestly didn't even taste it).

Day 4:
     On Saturday I had to stay home, but dom thought it would be great if I came over to his place. For obvious reasons I didn't feel like this was a good idea (I barely know him), so we came up with a compromise. There was a park near the gym and that's where we were going to meet. And not 3 seconds after we finally found each other (it's a pretty big park) he started yanking my panties in the middle of the walking trail. I was obviously scared that people might see us, but luckily no one did. After 10 minutes of wedgies, followed by an hour of feet/armpit smelling, we decided to part ways (not before he ripped the panties off).

Day 5:
      On Sunday dom had to apparently be somewhere for the whole day (can't remember what, but I know it was important). So he decided to give me a task that I had to not only do by myself, but also send him a pick afterwards. The task was to either give myself an atomic or ripping wedgie and send him a pic of them on my head (if they ripped I had to wear them as a mask regardless. And after 2 hours of constant struggle (I was told to use one of the sturdier panties) they finally ripped and I sent him the pic.

Day 6:
     Since dom didn't get to be the one to torture me on Sunday, he made it his goal to give me double on Monday. And, as you could have guessed, he delivered. I had to not only endure going commando after a ripping wedgie the moment he saw me, but I also had to smell his feet that he did not wash the day before (he said he wanted them to be ripe after the workout). He also made me stuff his sweaty socks (also 2 days old) in my mouth while I was on the treadmill. Luckily there weren't many people at this hour (I was "very happy" during the treadmill). And the day ended with me licking both his armpits.

Day 7:
     On Tuesday dom made me a "special drink". I wasn't entirely sure what was in it, but for some reason I drank it anyways. It wasn't until later that I found out it was a normal protein shake that he had repeatedly spat in (again, didn't really care). After seeing me not react the way that he wanted to he got mad and took me to the gym's bathroom. That's where he gave me his first swirly (apparently he found out what it was through one of my stories and wanted to try it out). I had to stay in the bathroom for hours until my clothes dried off while receiving countless texts asking if I was still wet.

     Needless to say, this has been a really fun week for me. And apparently dom is insisting that I write how much I appreciate how much effort he puts in torturing me. Also, there's a chance that I will be going to his house in a few days, so I'll make sure to write how that goes.