I had sex with my cup of tea on Sunday night. It had been weeks since we’d last had sex (on our anniversary). My cup of tea had been trying to have sex with me several nights in a row, but I had always managed to put him off. On Sunday night I decided not to say no. My Master is coming to visit soon, I don’t want to have sex with my cup of tea while my Master is here. If I agreed to have sex now, that would hopefully mean I could avoid it for the next month at least.

I’m not actually sure he lasted three minutes this time. It felt more like two minutes, or actually even less. Foreplay included, which is non-existent if I’m really honest. There is no way that sex like that with my cup of tea turns me on. I’m never aroused for him. According to him it felt amazing, but the feeling is obviously not mutual.

The whole time I thought of my Master. How much better my Master can fuck. How much longer my Master can fuck. How disappointed and displeased my Master would be when I told him what his little servant had done.

Sex with my cup of tea makes me feel quite upset. Firstly because it’s bad, boring sex. Secondly because I have disappointed my Master. I belong to my Master. All of me, mind, body, soul. My body should only be for him. 

cup of tea falls instantly asleep and I lie awake feeling miserable. I don’t sleep well, and wake in the morning feeling awful. he leaves for the day and I message my Master to apologise for what I have done. I always try to apologise as soon as possible, making sure I am alone so that I can apologise completely in a way that pleases my Master.

When I press send on the message apologising my heart rate is sky high and I feel slightly ill. The wait for my Master to read the message is dreadful. I wait for his reaction, and my punishment. I know I will eventually feel better once Master has punished me for disappointing him. I need him to forgive his little servant so I can feel normal again.

Fifteen painful minutes later he messages commanding me to make a video apologising. That is my punishment. He wants the video now, he is going out so won’t watch it till later. My friend is due at my house in five minutes, I ring her to delay her. I strip off my clothes so I am naked, set up my mobile to take the video, then kneel staring at the red Record dot on the screen, trying desperately to calm down. Making the videos for my Master is always a double punishment. I’m sure he knows that. My discomfort is plain to see. My mouth goes dry and words disappear from my head.

I always have a few false starts. Finally I manage to record an apology. I press Send. I get dressed. Then I send another message letting Master know that his apologetic little servant is going to walk her dog with her friend. My friend is in a happy mood and I try to hide the fact that I am not. It would be impossible for me to tell her what was wrong.

All day I am miserable. Nothing seems to go right. I try to finish the dress I am making, it should be simple, just hem it and I’m done, but I try it on and it doesn’t fit correctly. Pins stab my tits and one pokes me in the upper lip, and my frustration and disappointment gets the better of me. It’s all my fault of course, why I am feeling terrible. I deserve to feel this way. I wonder how Master is. I constantly check my phone, even though I don’t have our conversation muted, so there is no need to keep checking. He will reply when he wants.

Seven hours later Master tells me that he is pleased with his servant’s apologies. Of course I am relieved, but I also know that how I am feeling will take time to recover from. It usually takes me until the next day before I can begin to feel happy again, even though Master has accepted my apology. The recovery is a slow process.

It is lucky for me that I manage to keep sex to a minimum. Because the feeling of displeasing and disappointing my Master is horrendous, that feeling lasts so much longer than the terrible sex.


My goal is to please my Master. Only by doing so can I be a happy little servant.