Yay (not so much). Christmas with the relatives. His relatives. They look down on me since I don't have a college degree, am an artist and treat my Man with obvious respect. Luckily, Man knows this and is preparing me for the day. First, I show and shave - everything. Once finished, he holds a towel for me, rubs me dry and inspects my body. Any stray hairs he will tweeze out. I'm expecting this and very careful about my grooming. Today, however, he has a more intense routine in mind. He tells me the lie on the floor and hold my knees against my chest. I beg him not to do this, but he just raises his eyebrows. If I say my safeword it will end, but I don't. I do as he says, my face a bright red. He lubs my anus and inserts the tubing. A moment later I feel warm water enter me. Slowly. Finally, when I feel like I'm going to explode, he replaces the tubing with a large plug. I whimper, knowing craps will begin soon but that only he can release me. One of my hard Rules is that he will insert and remove any anal devices.
Now, he inspects my body and tweezes out ten or so odd hairs - naturally all in very delicate places. He rubs a lovely, soothing lotion over my body which smells like sugar cookies. At this point, I'm so wet and hot for him I'm almost in tears, despite the cramping of my bowels. He takes pity on me and allows me to worship his cock. Oh my god it's glorious. Hard, sweet with pre-cum, His scent pure power and musk. I devour him, taking his length down my throat, caressing his balls. I'm almost disappointed when he grabs my hair and pushes my head down, blessing me with his cum.
I lie on the ground at his feet for a moment, catching my breath. Gently, he helps me up, pushes me against the sink so I am bent and removes the plug. I fling myself onto the stool, humiliation washing over me as he stand there and watches as I eliminate. Once the first is over, he kisses me and tells me to stay put while he shaves and dresses. I nod, hiding my face in my hands as my body clears itself of unwanted materials. When he finishes, he tells me to clean myself up and meet him in the bedroom.
There, on the dresser, are the implements that will serve to remind me that He is my Man, and that his family has no right to look down on me. I will stand proudly next to my, my body clean for him, my anus filled by his hand, reminding me with ever movement that I please Him. Every time I see his belt, I will remember that my bottom, possibly even my thighs, bear His mark. When I sit, I will feel his Power and His touch. I will not be alone. This knowledge helps me to know I am loved, wanted, beautiful and powerful. This is why I have chosen my Man as my Dominate
Yep. That did it. We have rule. He doesn't wait to discipline me. He does it immediately, even if we are in public. Thankfully, we were at home this time - in our front room. He will spank me with whatever he has available. His belt, a rolled up magazine, his hand, a wooden spoon. In anticipation of my poor behavior, My Lord has prepared and placed various implements in discrete locations in every room of our home. A wooden paddle in a kitchen cabinet, a cane leaning against the fireplace. Tonight, though,he is satisfied with his hand. Oh, and did I mention I must be nude during all discipline sessions? Or as close to nude as possible if it is in public (Yes, he has pulled my skirt up, lowered my drawers and spanked me on a park bench before. He shows no mercy aside from warming up my bottom before the real spanking begins. Twenty swats - ten on each cheek and I'm crying, weeping, begging forgiveness. Finally he stops, rubs my bottom but tells me he has a special corner time planned for me. I nod, but I'm not nervous. Standing in a corner? big deal. I'm not afraid of a corner. Corners don't bother me a bit. Then, reality hits me and I realize he is well aware of this so he must, indeed, have something "special planned.
And he does. I'm still over his lap and I hear him open the drawer to an end table. He fingers my bottom hole and I feel something cold enter it. I squirm and plead. He shushes me and places a hand on my lower back. I feel a cold hardness enter me and I tense up. He smacks my bottom again and I relax and the anal hook enters my hole. He gathers my hair into a ponytail, ties it and then ties the other end to the top of the hook, ensuring that I cannot bow my head. Then, he stands me up. I have tears running down my face and when I reach up to wipe them away, he catches my wrist and loops a rope over it. He then walks me to the large picture window and I panic. I pull against him and he gives me a look which stops me cold. I try to look down, but my tied hair stops me. He attaches first one wrist then the other to the hooks hidden behind the curtains.
Two balls for sucking
Three red cane marks.
This morning, I put on a bra, which is against his rules. I knew this, but I was not expecting him to come to pick me up today. Still, I disobeyed. Luckily, I put on a dress - a simple dark blue, tight, t-shirt style. He tied the rope around me and uses it as a leash, hiking up the front of the dress slightly. My cheeks are bright red from humiliation, but he smiles at me and I nod, indicating that I am fine. Now, we are in the town square. I must remove the bra and hand it to him. He stands me in front of a parking meter and tells me to place my hands behind my head. Then, he raises my dress so that my panties, leash and are breasts are visible to the entire community. 
I see you putting on your make-up to go out with friends. You will enjoy your evening, drink, flirt, but you will think of me. How do I know, Because of that plug I just put in your ass. Every move you make will send reverberations through your body and you will remember me. You will enjoy your evening, but I will always be with you.
