Storage: A Lesson in Transparency
In this Storytime, we meet boy Nathan. Nathan was in a long-term TPE relationship with his Sir. As the boy explains, when he made a mistake—regardless of his intent—he was punished. His punishment had structure, was safe, and was in accordance with the hierarchy of his environment.
All punishment must have a purpose. i think you will agree: boy Nathan learned his lesson.
In His Own Words
As a boy/slave, i gave myself heart and soul to my owner; i doted on his every word and obeyed without question. i was not immune from making mistakes, which once led to me being stored for 18 hours.
It was a day like every other. i got up before Master, showered, and prepared his morning coffee, papers, and breakfast. i took them to the bedroom as normal, presented Master with them, and knelt in the “present” posture until he was ready to get out of bed. After he had finished and had his shower, i dressed him for work and sent him on his way.
Now, one of Master’s rules was that he knew where i was and who i was with at any time; he even had access to my phone’s GPS location. There was no way of lying to him. However, that day, for some reason, i forgot to ask permission to go out and get some shopping. i just went ahead and did it, which is definitely a “no-no.” What i did not count on was him returning home for a brief visit while i was out.
When i came home, i carried on with my chores as normal. When Sir came home later, he never said anything to me; i just continued serving him. The next day, however, i remembered what i had done and told Sir straight away—18 hours after the event occurred. Hence, my punishment was to be 18 hours in storage.
The Architecture of Penance
Sir told me that this would be reflection time. i would not be acknowledged or spoken to; the only interaction would be to feed me my own urine. Sir told me to plug up with a slightly larger plug, and then he catheterised me, before finally putting me in my sleepsack and sensory deprivation hood. i was to be given no food, and the only drink i was allowed was the urine that filled the bag.
i will say this: as a boy, i know my truth, but a Master who knows his truth will know how to punish his property simply because you are connected on a level that nobody else has. i love bondage, but when it is used in a way that makes you understand the disappointment you have caused your Master, then 18 hours feels like an eternity.
It was somewhat comfortable at first, but then every so often you are reminded of what you did with a steady flow of urine down your throat. The plug hurt after a time, but i had no choice; my pain was penance for my mistake. i sometimes cried—not out of fear, but for what i had done.
Forgiveness and Aftercare
After the 18 hours were over, Master released me from my tomb and allowed me to clean up. As soon as i was back with him, i dropped to my knees crying, begging for forgiveness. His aftercare meant the world to me; he cuddled me and told me that we all make mistakes, and that as his property, it is his right to punish me accordingly. They are lessons as well as punishments.
My lesson from this was to always be transparent with your owner and be willing to accept the consequences of your actions.
Thank you, Sir.
