Date Night

He wanted me to go out in public in wearing a leash. I refused. Now, I have a choice, I can stay in the house or go out on a lovely date with him but I must prove my willingness to obey by wearing a body necklace.

I look over the necklace and decide that it can be easily hidden beneath my clothing, so I agree to wear it. I should have known that Milord would have more in mind for me. First, I am properly punished for my earlier refusal. He pulls me over his lap, pushes down my jeans and spanks me. Hard. He's set the timer for ten minutes. Now, ten minutes may not seem like a long time, but trust me. It is! By the time he finished my face was as wet as my pussy and my ass a bright red. I'd never be able to sit still during dinner! Then, I stripped, he attached the neclace to me. Suddenly I realized that I would not be able to wear a bra and that the loops over my nipples would ensure that they stayed erect and proud all evening. I glanced at the silk, red dress he had chosen and closed my eyes. Everyone who saw me would know I was braless. I thought he was finished with me, but no. He told me to get the "pearls".  Three large silver balls on a vinyl "string". He again placed me on his lap and, using my own wetness, lubed my anus. He inserted the balls slowly, making sure i felt each one. He stood me up and told me to get dressed. I stepped into the red silk and, looking down, realized that the string attached to my pearls was less than half an inch from the hem of the dress. If I bent over, sat wrong, the wind picked up or anything caused the hem to rise the string would be visible. He smiled, seeing my consternation. Knowing this was a test and that I did indeed need to prove myself to him, I stood up straight. My nipples pressing against the soft material, my bottom sore from the spanking, the pearls responding to each movement of my body, and smiled back. Finally, I was ready for our date night.

Anticipation

I know how to prepare for his arrive. I enjoy doing so. I don't touch His toys while clothed - it's kind of "thing" for him. So, I showered, shaved, lotioned up. I fixed my hair, applied light make up. I put on my cuffs. Then, I gathered the toys he had chosen for tonight's session and arranged them in the Room. I even added his favorite Vodka, already chilled, and two shot glasses. He will drink one shot before we begin and one after. I am allowed two before and one after. Now, I must wait. My chair is by a window which adds to my anticipation since I jump and stare at the sound of every car that drives by in front of the house. He may or may not use each of the instruments. The gag, the single tailed whip, the slapper. He may use none of these. But, these are what he wanted to be visible and in easy reach and so they are. The purpose for having me prepare? Simple. I am now in my sub zone. I am mentally in a place to let go of all my worldly thoughts and focus on one thing - well, two actually. Him and me. We are all that exist in my world and He is all that I anticipate.

Exhibited in Vegas

I don't like this. I don't. But He does, and so it will happen. We are in Vegas for a long weekend and he has decreed that I am to be nude at all times while in our room. When we go out, He will approve anything I wear. This, I'm good with. I'm a private person and I love, respect and obey Him. We arrived at our hotel and on the elevator ride up He told me that the very moment we walked into our room I was to remove all of my clothing except my shoes. I agreed, naturally, but then remembered the bell hop would be bringing up the luggage so I asked permission to hide in the bathroom. He said that would be fine, but I'd pay a price later. Fine. I did as told and when the bell hop left, I came out. He had me stand by the window and took me from behind. The sun was out, the sheer curtain closed, so I had no concerns here. God I love when he takes me this way. He pumps into me with such force and I feel so very naughty. He spilled his seed inside of me and I came all over his cock. Buy this time, the sun was setting. Now, Now was pay back time. First, he attached little clips connected by a metal chain to my nipples. I whimpered and pulled away when the clips bit into my tender skin. This earned me a sharp five slaps to my pussy, which was still swollen from his use of me.  Then he opened the curtains and turned on all of the lights in the room. He lifted my hands, pressed them against the glass, pressed my shoulder as well so that my clipped nipples squished against the cold glass. I realized that the people on the street below couldn't possibly see me, but anyone in the nearby hotels certainly could. I begged him to let me step away, but He reminded me that I agreed to pay for hiding from the bell hop. And so, I stood, by nipples growing more tender by the moment, my cheeks growing more red. And shockingly, my pussy wet again. No, I do not like exhibition, but oh I so love obedience.

Boot Camp follow up

My four days of Hotel Boot Camp was over a week ago and I'm still feeling the effect - mentally and, I suppose, spiritually. Let me revisit the highlights of the trip and how I feel about the experience now.

1.  Unconditional Obedience. I didn't think this would go well for me and I was right. My first acting out was when it was time for dinner. Milord called for room service and I felt the need to cover myself or hide in the bathroom. At that time, I was tied to the bed, face up, clothespins on my nipples, a vibrator in my recently fucked pussy. I begged him to at least take out the vibrator and cove me with a sheet. He ignored me and opened the door for the room service guy. Before the guy wheeled in the cart, I heard milord explain that he was training me, with my consent, to be an obedient woman. The young man was welcome, if he was comfortable doing so, to help with the training by not averting his eyes and freely commenting on my assets. I was mortified! The guy was young - mid twenties - and quite handsome. He openly stared at me and then WHISTLED!!! He asked if I truly had consented to this and, after glancing at Milord for permission to speak, I assured him I had. The man then set up our dinner and noted to Milord how he had always wanted to do the same with his girlfriend. He admired how my nipples were hard rocks above the pins, how pretty my red cheeks were and asked how many times I had cum due to the position I was in and the vibrator. I gritted my teeth as the two of them discussed me for the next ten minutes. The man then told Milord that the hotel had a policy of assigning one server to a client if so requested. He'd happily be our personal server. The two shook hands and the man left. Milord unclipped my nipples and I screamed a bit as the blood rushed back into them. I hadn't thought I could cum again, but I was wrong. I exploded, expelling the vibrator from my pussy. This made Milord laugh, so i thought he was pleased, but no. He reminded me of my disobedient mouth and told me that if that happened again, he'd punish me in front of the server rather than in private. He spanked my pussy and thighs. Hard. I cried and cried from the pain and from my failure. He then untied me, cuddled me, told me I had taken my punishment like a good girl and so for the duration of dinner I had full permission to speak.

NOW.  Yes, the pussy spanking hurt like hell, but what hurt more was the fact that I had made it barely three hours before I had disobeyed. In the past Milord would have let me get by with it, or worse, done as I demanded and covered me. Now, we've both learned that rules are rules and when they are enforced we both feel better afterwards. I look at him with even more respect now and certainly think twice before breaking any of our agreed upon rules.

2.  All Holes belong to Him.  I've always enjoyed the occasional anal experience, but I've been picky about it. I had to know a day in advance. I ate lightly, made sure my rectum was clean, placed towels within easy reach, and was horrified at the idea that my poop (eeewww!!) would be touched, seen or smelled! At the HBC (Hotel boot camp) I was not allowed to be picky. In the four days we were there, he came in my anus six times! He filled it with the metal egg, a large butt plug and even made me sleep with a small plug inserted. I had no privacy! I was not allowed to close the bathroom door. I was humiliated by this, but I had no choice. I disobeyed once and shut the door when I felt the need for a bowel movement. When I had finished, I was promptly punished. He pulled me over his lap and applied his belt across my bottom for ten minutes straight! By the time he finished, my bottom was beet red, my face was just as red, my cheeks covered in wet, salty tears and my pussy dripping with wetness.

NOW.  I understand that if he wants access to any part of my body he understand and - doesn't mind - the possibility of the unpleasant (in my mind) goo, odor or clean up. While I still appreciate a bit of warning, I eat more fiber (avoiding constipation), drink more water and guess what - not only do I now have regular bowel movements, but I feel physically better and healthier. Now when he takes my ass or plugs it, I'm pleased - inordinately so - that I can comply.

Overall, I'm a better, happier, healthier person and a more satisfied, skilled and content submissive.

He Warned Me 2

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Hotel Boot Camp

MiLord came home from work today, kissed me, pulled me into the bedroom, sat on THE chair and patted his lap. He was smiling, so I knew this spanking was not for punishment but rather  because he wanted it. I smiled back and draped myself into position. He spoke while he spanked. 

"Within 10 minutes of this spanking's end you will put on what is in the bag on the bed and be waiting in the garage by the car. You will ask no questions and will speak only when asked a question or when given ease to do so. We will be gone for four days and during that time, you will obey me without question, accept my decisions gracefully, and, above all else, you will, I hope, have one of the most enjoyable mini vacations you have ever had."

Now I'd been fantasizing about just such a vacation for YEARS and never thought He'd actually go through with it. My pussy was dripping and i wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees and worship his cock in gratitude, but instead, I said, "Oh, God. Yes."

He stopped spanking. "Did I ask a questions?"

Oops. "No, Milord."

"Ten hard."

And so he did. My bottom was stinging and hot when he stood me up and looked at his watch. I hurried into the bedroom, trying not to rub my bottom (not allowed!) I tore open the bag and saw a pair of black satin panties, a green and black corset, a black corset and reasonable heels. Giggling I put these on but struggled with the lacing. Soon, I realized that my ten minutes were flying by and I was still fighting with the back ribbons. Finally, I was ready and rushed to the garage. Two minutes late. I batted my eyes and hoped he would be merciful, but I was just silly to think that! Nope. He bend me over the hood of the car, lubed my anus and inserted a metal "egg." I HATE the egg! I feel it every moment it's in me. It is uncomfortable and cold and humiliating! Naturally, I was quivering with pleasure. 

An hour later we pulled up to a swanky hotel. He helped me out of the car and I blushed knowing I looked like a tramp. He just held my elbow, signed in and winked (HE WINKED) at the young man behind the register. We went into the elevator and he immediately unzipped his trousers and said: Greet Me.

I hesitated but did it. I knelt before him and worshiped his cock. I heard the ding of the elevator and he pulled way, zipped up but made me stay in position until the doors opened. Then, he helped me up, grinning at the couple who was coming onto the elevator. I thought I'd die of embarrassment!

Once in the room, he told me what the weekend would consist of.

You will be in the room until we check out. Then, you will put on this same outfit. Until then, you will wear, at most, your corset and shoes, but mostly, you will be nude. I will tie you up, fuck your every hole. You will suck on me, my balls, and you will enjoy it. I will display you in the window and for room service and bell hop service. You will not hide yourself from me or from anyone else I invite into this room. I will spank you, clip your nipples, bind you. I will drip wax on your luscious body. I will wake you during the night and fuck you. If you do not obey me immediately and gracefully, I will spank you with my belt. (I paled at this!!) You will wear a butt plug, a dildo, a collar, or nipple clamps at all times. Sometimes, you might wear all of the above. By the time we leave, ever orifice you have will be begging for mercy, you bottom will be tender to the touch, your nipples screaming for kindness because while we are here, you are mine.  Questions?

"No, Sir, but may I say something?"

"yes."

"Bless you."

Broken Rule + Attitude = Ouch

So the other day I posted our Spring rules. Two days ago I broke one, so yesterday was a punishment day. Why not on the day I broke the rule? Because THAT was my maintenance day. What did I do? I argue with Him that  it was a bad choice for MD. I pointed out that we had just had an MD four days before and not only was I not prepared for such a day since I had made an appointment for a massage, but that I didn't NEED another MD so soon. I also ignored his warning and continued to argue until he'd had enough and told me that not only would I cancel my massage and graciously accept his choice for MD as is posted in our Rules, but that I would have an entire day of punishment the next day, which was yesterday. Okay. That finally made me shut up. At another point in time, I will describe a typical MD for us, but now I am to describe yesterday, my Day of Punishment (DOP).

First, I am denied any clothing for any reason. Not even shoes. This is to remind me of my choice to submit to Him and that I have given Him control of my body. I hate this and He knows it. Forced nudity always makes me feel humiliated and humbled, which is the point I suppose. Also, I am not allowed to shower or bathe without permission which won't be until late evening so anything he puts on me stays on me. He begins by having me kneel on the hardwood floor and accept his cock into my mouth. I love this act of submission. It's probably my favorite. Savoring his flavor, hearing him moan, cradling his balls and giving him pleasure until he pours his seed down my throat. What's not to love! Today, though, he pulls out and sprays his seed on my face and breasts. The hot liquid sears my skin and I blush knowing that I will not be allowed to clean my skin until tonight. I hope that he will wipe some off of me, but this is not to be. I need to learn, he tells me, quietly, to accept his will. I want desperately to wipe the quickly cooling stickiness off of my face. I want desperately to lick the remaining drop from his cock, but I don't want more than what he has already planned for me, so I agree with him.

He helps me to my feet only to pull me over his lap for my first OTK of the day. He talks while he spanks me. He tells me that I agreed to the rules. That he will not tolerate deviation from them. If I don't like the rules, I can change them in June. He's right and I know it, which hurts more than his hand, which is considerable! This goes on for a good fifteen minutes. He spanks me with a slow, steady, firm hand and by the time he is finished, my tears have washed away most of his dried semen from my face. He turns me over, holds me, kisses me and tells me how proud he is of the way I accepted my first spanking. Later, when I've calmed down, I go about my daily chores - nude. Thank goodness he closed the draperies! After I have prepared and served lunch and he has tidied the kitchen, he takes me to the basement. He cuffs my wrists and attached them to the hook in the low ceiling. I can stand easily on flat feet but the concrete is cold and I shift from foot to foot. He tells me to stand still and I do. Then, he applies tweezer clips to my nipples. I suck in my breath because he makes the really tight! He kisses me again and tells me that it's okay. I can scream. He has soundproofed the basement for just this reason. Then, he picks up his flogger. He tells me that he will flog my front and back ten times each - once for each rule. He will tell me one rule after each strike and I will repeat it. If I can do this, he will release my nipples upon completion. If I make a mistake, he will add a weight to the chain between the tweezers. He flogs my belly first and I squeal. I do just fine for the first nine, then I mess up and don't repeat the rule exactly. He puts a 2 ounce weight on the chain and I drop my head, crying. I'm careful not to mess up again. Now, my belly and back are on fire. He sucks on one nipple and releases it from the tight clip. I scream. The second is even worse. He releases my arms, holds me and again praises how well I've accepted my punishment.

Then, he tells me to bend over the sawhorse, which I do. My feet are cold and my skin tender, but I'm humbled to the point of almost total submission. He lubes up my bottom and fucks me. Hard. This is part of my punishment, not my pleasure. He holds my shoulders down and says nothing. I feel my own juices gliding down my thighs and I want so much to cum, but he won't allow this. I beg him to cum instead and he does. He pulls out and releases on my bottom and I cry out in disappointment. I wanted him to cum inside of me! He knows this but won't allow it. This is a DOP. He makes me stay in place but walks in front of me. He guides my head up until it's even with his cock. He orders me to clean him. I don't like ATM, which is why he is doing this. I understand and accept. I open my mouth accept him. I suck and slurp and clean him completely. He praises me, helps me to stand again and tells me I've earned a nap before dinner.

A few hours later I serve him dinner. Before he cleans up, though, he bends me over a kitchen stool. He opens the freezer. I can't see anything, but he tells me while I slept he worked. He prepared a large fig of ginger and froze it. That way, it will defrost slowly in my anus. I am to stay bend over the stool, figged, while he does the dishes. I am not to move. I may vocalize a bit, but no wiggling. I am not to allow the fig to escape my anus even if it means clenching. Yes, this will increase the burn, but it is his wish that I do this and He expects me to obey. I tell him I understand, and I do. Holy God that burned! Naturally, he took his time with the dishes while I concentrated on standing still and keeping the ginger in my ass. Sure enough it began to slip and I had to clench. I started to cry, which he ignored. Finally, I felt him remove the fig and I babbled my thanks. He laughed and told me he wasn't through. He took me downstairs again and tied me, spread eagle to the bed. Then, he placed a small dab of wasabi directly on my clit. I screamed in agony. The fire intense and my pussy dripping. Please, please, I begged. I'll be good. I promise. I've learned. But please, please fuck my pussy.

He does. But not with his cock. He straddles over me, his balls on my open mouth and fucks me with a dildo. I suckle his balls, grateful he's given them to me while he makes me cum over and over again with the dildo.  When I'm nothing but a mass of boneless jelly, he stops, but he's not finished. He places himself between my stretched legs and enters me. Not my pussy. Oh no. He takes my ass again. I cry from the torment but cum yet again from the pleasure. He uses me without mercy, ignores my pleas and takes his pleasure. I beg him to cum inside of me. Please, give me that small comfort. I think he might because he slows his movements for a moment, bends to kiss me and whispers, "No."

He pulls out and cums across my belly. After a time, he releases my bonds and holds me. Again, he tells me I've taken all of my punishments well. I have only one more left. I am to go upstairs, shower and present myself to him in our bedroom. He will spank me again, OTK. If I accept this with the grace he expects, he will then tuck me into bed, my punishment complete. Tomorrow morning, He will make love to me and cum inside of my pussy. If I argue or complain, I will have another DOP tomorrow.

This morning, we made love and it was glorious.

Spring Rules

As the seasons change, so do my rules. I write down what I'd like to see, He writes down what He'd like to see and then we agree on ten for me and ten for Him. Once that is done, The Rules are posted in our bedroom. Each  morning and night I read them aloud and they are strictly followed. If I disregard any without express prior permission, I am severely punished - as I should be since I agreed to all of them! I love this switch up since it keeps my rules fresh and vibrant and I know it's for only a four month period and then they can be altered, but until that time, I must adhere to them. HE is merciless if they are broken which I need. I need Him to be consistent and strict. In doing so, I feel free to explore without fear of repercussions. Here's the Rule List I've been following since March 21.

She will:

1.  Wear an anal plug of His choosing whenever wearing Jeans during the day.
2.  Wear an anal plug of His choosing whenever wearing sleep pants to bed.
3.  Practice Yoga three times a week minimum.
4.  Prepare dinner a minimum of four nights a week.
5.  Suck on His cock whenever directed to do so, but a minimum of once a day.
6.  Give him a massage at least once a week.
7.  Wear only approved lingerie.
8.  Wear a mark of her submission (bracelet, plug, necklace, or ring) at all times.
9.  Never deny Him the use of her body for His pleasure or the pleasure of His surrogate.
10.  Accept His right to complete His Rules without complaint and with grace.

He will:

1.  Enforce a Maintenance day a minimum of once a week.
2.  Give her His cock to pleasure with a hole of His choice once a day or more.
3.  Administer a minimum of ten spankings each day. If He is unable to do so, he will assign a surrogate to do so for Him.
4.  Train her to accept and enjoy His use of her anus.
5.  Clean the kitchen after she has cooked and served the meals.
6.  Purchase her lingerie.
7.  Make use of her body for His pleasure or that of His surrogate no less than three times a week.
8.  Administer punishments without anger but with strictness and fairness.
9.  Exercise at least three times a week.
10. require an 8 hours minimum of  weekly Maintenance. He will inform her of the Maintenance Day Expectations on the selected day, not before. She will not be informed of when MD will be until the morning of.



Yes, it's been a lovely spring. Summer will soon be here, though, and He has suggested that I ask for opinions regarding our new Summer rules. So, opinions? Please comment.

Peace

I find my peace in the same place everyone else does. My mind. I find peace and acceptance of myself with knowledge and belief. I serve my Sir with love and trust and true abiding respect. I lead my life with dignity, seeing that the needs of my Love and my family are met before my own. Still, I put on my own oxygen mask first. I eat well, rest well, laugh often. When I close my eyes at night, I am at peace. Yes, I screw up. Yes, Sir disciplines me and yes, I love that. No, my life is not perfect. I get frustrated, cuss, cry, become depressed. I'm a person, after all. Still, I'm at please - mostly. Why, because I love with my whole being and this brings me peace and happiness. I was born to be a nurturer and that is what I am. Doing what I was born to do - that brings me peace.