He was a guy I met online and committed myself to, a choice I took very seriously. He liked making me do some pretty twisted stuff too, and as bad as it got sometimes I took great pride in obeying and pleasing him. But I chickened out once and he was very angry. The guilt was horrible. His disappointment was worse than anything else he could have done to me and I begged for punishment. But he ignored me for a week before he finally told me to humiliate myself as I thought I deserved to be punished, warned me not to disappoint him again and said not to contact him until I'd finished my task. And I was lost. Thinking is not my best thing. My brain is wired for following instructions, not forming ideas and making decisions. But a couple of days later I was passing the volunteer firehouse on my walk home from work when a thought crossed my mind. A couple of days later I was running as fast as my feet would carry me out of the firehouse, my bare tits flopping and pee running down the insides of my legs as I fled into the night. My master was pleased, but he made me go apologize for messing up the firehouse floor. And that was both one of the greatest humiliations and one of the most fulfilling accomplishments of my life.
