Memory Lapse

By on July 10, 2013.

“When I set you a task I expect you to do it”

“I know Sir, I am sorry, I didn’t do it as an act of defiance, things happened and I ran out of time”

Your fingers tighten in my hair

“That almost makes it worse you know. At least an act of wilfulness would show you know your place, this means you forgot.”


My answer is firm, almost aggressive. My eyes flash open and lock onto yours. I will accept your word on almost anything but not this.

“No!” I repeat “I never forget”

You study my face for a moment, silently considering me and my words and then with a tiny little flicker of a smile at the corner of your eyes you say

“No, I never forget……?”

Internally I chastise myself, yet again I have forgotten, what the hell is wrong with my brain, I wonder?

“No, I never forget, Sir”

The word Sir flutters from lips, almost like a kiss.

“That’s better.” You reply with a firm tone

The tension of a moment ago seems to evaporate instantly and although you still have a tight hold of me by my hair, my body relaxes into yours slightly.

“But, it seems of late that ‘forgetfulness’ has become an issue or maybe an excuse….”

I jump to interrupt but your fingers grip harder into my hair and the little pulses of pain that dance around my scalp cause me to gasp.

“Do NOT interrupt me, Slut” you growl into my ear.

The warmth of your breath plays across my neck as you continue

“I intend to deal with that tonight. A reminder is in order. I want to help you combat your forgetfulness. It serves neither of us well. Are you mine?

“Yes Sir” I whisper

“Just checking, I know the correct answer, just wanted to make sure you did too. I will ask again later, once I have fully restored your memory that is.”

“But Sir…plea…”

My words are cut short by your hand over my mouth.

“You have to stop interrupting me Slut. I am speaking now, you are listening. By not listening you are making it worse so please, hush now. I am going to use you tonight, hard and for my own pleasure and as a reminder to you of what I expect and who you are. By the end of it I intend for you to be on your knees in front of me, which, despite your feisty reluctance to admit it, is exactly where you long to be.”

Submissive on knees with torn fishnets


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  1. Brilliant writing, Molly. I could literally feel myself in your shoes. Oh let’s be honest! I’m in need of my own reminder. Your interaction with your Sir reminds me of my own. And now I need a moment alone to… um, reflect. Yes, I’m going to reflect!
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  2. We all forget the most important of things.

    I once drove down to work, and got out my car, went to lock it and looked back, only to see two little eyes peeking at me from the back seat: I had forgotten I was taking my little one to nursery! 🙂
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