Technology is a pain in the back – A mistress from another world – part 10

I remember the good old times when people used to send letters and call each other at some certain hours, because it was cheaper. I remember the good old times when you had to be there to whiteness something, rather than watch it from hundreds of miles away through a webcam or something similar. These days it’s all about technology, communication without presence and all this hell which makes human interaction much less pleasant.

I’m not really complaining, but I just realized that I don’t like it. Today my Mistress called me, she had one of those moments when she felt the need to put someone under her feet. That feeling you need to make you in control of the situation, or to make you feel like you’re on top of the world and you have all the power. I like when she humiliates me like this, when she stomps on my body with her heels on, when she gives me rounds of lashes on my bare skin, when she yells at me and spits on my face. It makes me feel a part of her life, even if it’s a small amount. It makes me feel the end of her searches, as the last point she reaches when everything else let’s her down. Taking the punishment is one of my ways of showing her how much love and passion I have for her.

So, she calls me and while still on the phone I started to get dressed, ready to fly to her. But I was far away from knowing that this is not what she wanted. I kinda’ got lost in the conversation, holding the phone to my ear with my shoulder and trying to get my clothes right. Almost done! She yells at me “ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?”. Actually… not much… The thought of seeing her limited me to hear just the part with “I want to lay some orders on you!” Sure, as the good slave I am, I should’ve listen to everything she was saying, but the thrill overcome and I was in a rush to go see her.

“I don’t want you to come here, we both have smartphones… so let’s play a game!” What? Oh come on, now I have to stay a few miles away but act as I’m there? Man, this technology advancement is really a pain in the back in times like this… “So what do you want me to do Mistress?” She made me turn on the camera, put the phone on the dock so she can see me and told me to get of my shirt… just my shirt. Ok, now what? “I want you do to 100 push-ups, sweat like a pig” This is not really fun for me, I can do push-ups, but 100? If I wanted to work out I would’ve gone to a gym, but I’m guessing there’s a point to all this. So here I am, starting to do the push-ups and count them loudly. After all, how good can a mobile data connection can be? I can skip a few… “12, 13, 15,19…” and I count with a smock smile on my face, thinking this will be over in just a few minutes.

“Stand up!” Huh? So fast? Perhaps she wants me to go to her place after all, to continue there. “You take me for a fool Slave? Why were you skipping on counting?” Shit, caught in the act. “Perhaps the connection…” but then I realized she was really watching me so she could see every move. By that, I knew that it was simply enough to count and see how I was cheating… Not good man, not good. She made bring a candle, light it up and put it on the floor. I was going to continue doing the push-ups over it. Damn, the army could use her ideas, but then again, many won’t survive to them…

So I put myself over the candle and start all over, thinking it will be as easy as before. As I was flexed, nothing bad was happening, but when I was going down, that little flame was trying to pierce my skin like a drill, only hotter. Trying to rest while up, my arms started to shake and it was harder to get up with each one. I collapsed almost on the candle, avoiding it in the last moment. Not even 10 push-ups…

Looking at my phone, I was hoping to see its battery running out of juice as I was out of strength. But that damn thingy kept going with no sing of a break for me. My Mistress was not satisfied, actually she had a bitter look on her face. “I can’t let you get away with this!” Sure, as if until now everything was so easy…

She made me hang the candle on the ceiling, a bit tilted. Perhaps now I have to do pull-ups, hanging with my tongue on the ceiling… who knows? “You must be tired… lay down to rest, right there where you are now” So sweet of her to think of me even for a little. I was indeed tired and I didn’t wait for more instructions, I just lied there, on my back (because my stomach was still burned and it was stinging). For a second I closed my eyes, preparing myself for her next task… but I felt I missed something. Could it be the fact that I’m lying there on the floor with my shirt off and there’s nothing for my Mistress to be kept entertained? Is it the fact that she allowed me to relax? Or perhaps it is the fact that she made me lay down right on that spot… I never got to finish that thought, I was interrupted by a large piece of melted wax which fell right on my stomach, 2 inches away from the previous burned spot. I screamed and wanted to get up when I heard her yelling at me: “THE CANDLE IS NOT OVER YET!”