A time to prepare. A time to renew. This is exactly what we will be doing in our household. Preparing. Renewing. If I succeed, I will earn a special gift. Louis has helped me prepare. He has removed all of my possessions and locked them away in one of the spare rooms. He alone has the key. He has left me my room, and furnished it with only that which he feels I will need. In doing this, I know that everything available to me will meet his approval. As to furniture, I have a bed and a wooden ladder back chair. I have two closets. One holds three dresses, two pairs of tights, three corsets, one set of boots, one set of slippers and one pair of high heeled black pumps. The other closet contains paddles, canes, cuffs, collars, rope, clips, plugs, vibrators, whips, gags, silk scarves and various other objects.
To prepare, I am not allowed clothing while inside the house. Ever. Even if I have to answer the door. Thankfully, Louis has given me the option to not answer the door if I am alone. I may dress only when I have to leave the house - grocery shopping, church, meeting friends, or going out with Louis.
Louis has placed me in one of the spare bedrooms across the hallway from him. He will not allow me to actually sleep with him until Christmas. This will remind both of us of the joy we find in each others' arms when we can again cuddle together all night. He has attached hooks in various places on my bed and will utilize them at will.
Today, he left for work but not before he gave me a good, hard spanking. He said that he wanted to make sure I felt it all day while I did my work (I'm a writer). While he spanked, he assured me that this was just the beginning. Each morning would begin the same way. He would not ease up just because I might still be tender from the day before. Well, night before as well since he would also be delivering a nightly spanking. Mornings would be with his hand, but nights would be with an implement of his choice. Tonight, he planned to use his belt. I cried. Already my skin was on fire and I knew his words to be true. I would feel this throughout the day. Finally, when I as sobbing and weeping, he stopped. He held me, kissed me and told me to stand.
I wasn't going to be completely naked, he explained. He wanted to make sure that I remembered that I belonged to him. To assure himself that I would remember my place, he placed a chastity device on me. I begged him not to but he ignored my pleas. Then, he looked at me sternly and shook his head. He told me that I had been naughty for questioning his authority (which I had) and because of that, He would add something to the belt. Something that would be sure to remind me that he owned my body. When I saw the metal plug, I wept again and begged forgiveness. He kissed me and told me that Advent was a time of preparation. A reminding of our places. I nodded, agreeing with him.
Now, as I go through my day, I cannot help but be reminded. I can't wait for him to return home and release me. He has promised to use my body, to grant me pleasure, to release me from this enforced chastity. After, of course, he has administered my belt spanking.
I have to admit, I have been very focused today and productive, hoping the hours will fly by. Bless my Man for suggesting a time for renewal.
To prepare, I am not allowed clothing while inside the house. Ever. Even if I have to answer the door. Thankfully, Louis has given me the option to not answer the door if I am alone. I may dress only when I have to leave the house - grocery shopping, church, meeting friends, or going out with Louis.
Louis has placed me in one of the spare bedrooms across the hallway from him. He will not allow me to actually sleep with him until Christmas. This will remind both of us of the joy we find in each others' arms when we can again cuddle together all night. He has attached hooks in various places on my bed and will utilize them at will.
Today, he left for work but not before he gave me a good, hard spanking. He said that he wanted to make sure I felt it all day while I did my work (I'm a writer). While he spanked, he assured me that this was just the beginning. Each morning would begin the same way. He would not ease up just because I might still be tender from the day before. Well, night before as well since he would also be delivering a nightly spanking. Mornings would be with his hand, but nights would be with an implement of his choice. Tonight, he planned to use his belt. I cried. Already my skin was on fire and I knew his words to be true. I would feel this throughout the day. Finally, when I as sobbing and weeping, he stopped. He held me, kissed me and told me to stand.I wasn't going to be completely naked, he explained. He wanted to make sure that I remembered that I belonged to him. To assure himself that I would remember my place, he placed a chastity device on me. I begged him not to but he ignored my pleas. Then, he looked at me sternly and shook his head. He told me that I had been naughty for questioning his authority (which I had) and because of that, He would add something to the belt. Something that would be sure to remind me that he owned my body. When I saw the metal plug, I wept again and begged forgiveness. He kissed me and told me that Advent was a time of preparation. A reminding of our places. I nodded, agreeing with him. Now, as I go through my day, I cannot help but be reminded. I can't wait for him to return home and release me. He has promised to use my body, to grant me pleasure, to release me from this enforced chastity. After, of course, he has administered my belt spanking.
I have to admit, I have been very focused today and productive, hoping the hours will fly by. Bless my Man for suggesting a time for renewal.
