Slutter - I mean Super- Bowl XLIX

I hate football. I mean. I really, really hate it and Superbowl is my least favorite day of the year. This year, as part of my new "I'm going to be a good, true submissive" I've agreed to prepare a table full of snacks for Mr. and his friends, obey his words during the game, remain silent during the game and wear only a dress.
I was thinking that I was getting off easy. I really should have known better. The problem was with "obey his words." Somehow, I assumed that he would not make too many demands of me in front of his two friends, but I had not counted his written word and I had forgotten that his friends knew all about our lifestyle and held it in great respect.
Before the game started, Mr. first spanked me 49 times of course, with his bare hand. This was just a warm up really. Yes, by the end it stung like hell and my bottom was red, but it didn't really hurt. It was just a way to remind me of my duties.

Once the spanking was over, I set out the food on little card tables around the den, filled the mini fridge with beer and made sure the bar had a bucket of ice, arranged a selection of whiskey and mixers and added cocktail napkins. His two friends showed up and the game began. I sat on the floor, leaning against Mr.'s legs, silent and a bit bored. Something happened with the game, the men screamed and jumped up and Mr. asked me to refill drinks. So far so good. Then, As I handed the men their drinks, Mr. pulled me over his lap and flipped my skirt up again. I opened my mouth to protest and he gave me THAT look, so I glanced at the other men and shut my mouth. The two others glanced my way and smiled at Mr. Obviously, they knew what was coming. Mr. again spanked me - I lost count of the number, but soon I was crying, not from the pain so much as the humiliation of being spanked in front of two other me. Luckily, it didn't last long. He then flipped my skirt back over my bottom and told me to sit at his feet again. I did, sniffing quietly. He then handed me a notebook on which he had written his words - WRITTEN THEN - so I had to "obey his words" but could not speak to question them (sure, I really could have, but I really wanted to please him!).
1.  I would receive a spanking whenever the Patriots pleased their fans. These spankings would be rotated between Mr., Tom and Joe. (OMG! Seriously, he was going to pass my ass around??? Okay. If this will please him, I can do this.)

(I looked up at him and he smiled. Yep. I can do this)

2.  When the Patriots score a point, I will cock worship each man beginning with Mr. I will continue until the cock has been emptied of cum which the man can deposit in my mouth, on my face or across my breasts.

(I gasped and he placed his hand on my shoulder. gulping, I nodded my consent)

3.  I will replenish all snacks and drinks as requested. (No problem there)

4.  Rather than watching the half time show, I will give a private show for Mr. and his friends. I will strip and dance for their enjoyment. They will touch, pinch, decorate my body as they choose. For decoration, they may use nipple clips, markers, candle wax, clit chains, or a jeweled anal plug. Only Mr. will be allowed to remove said decorations. (My face had to be redder than my ass.)

5.  During the second quarter, whenever the Patriots pleased their fans, I would offer my mouth, pussy or anus to each man in turn.

"Seriously?" I shouted.
oops.
Mr. frowned at me and asked if I wanted to stop play for the day. I thought, knowing I had this right and he would respect it, but shook my head.
"Then do you agree?" he asked.
I looked at the three of them and nodded.

"You know you'll be punished for speaking," he said.
I looked down, a tear flowing on my cheek.
 He took my hands and bound them in front of me. I was relieved, actually. Bound hands are awkward, but doable. Mr. does have a very kind streak.

By the end of the evening I had  been used in every possible way. I think I'm growing to like football.

Reprimand Demonstration

"Miss Alice, do you have questions?" 

I stood in front of Mr. Vanderson's desk in the library. I had risen at 5:00 that morning, dressed in my uniform and Keds tennis shoes, gone to the kitchen for breakfast and attended to the duties listed for the Master bedroom and bathroom. It was now 8:00 a.m. and I was feeling pretty good about myself.

"I do, Sir."

He waited.

"Well, first  of all, who will be my direct supervisor?"

"I will."

This surprised me. I had assumed it would be the Butler, Mr. Morris.

"And has my work been satisfactory so far this morning?"

"The work has, yes."

Again, not quite the answer I was expecting, but moving on.

"The manual mentioned possible reprimands for work not meeting your satisfaction. I'd like more details on that, Sir."

He smiled. "Yes, I assume you would. First of all, you could be reprimanded for not only your work but also for your decorum and dress."

"I see."

"No, I don't think you do. For example. You neglected to use the word 'Sir' or 'Mr. Vanderson' just now. That would normally warrant a reprimand, but since this is still your training week, you are forgiven."

I felt my eyes widen as I began to understand just how formal and strict Mr. Vanderson intended to be.

"Yes, Sir. I understand. May I ask if I have broken any other expectations?"

"Certainly, Miss Alice." He stood and walked around me. Slowly.

"Lift your dress, please," he stated.

I jumped, startled, and asked, "Why, Sir?"

He laughed a bit and said, "I'm happy to hear the title added. Because, Miss Alice, you were instructed to wear your uniform, which you have, and shoes of your choice, which you have, and which compliment the uniform, which they do. However, you were not instructed to wear any other garments and I see an outline of both bra and panty lines. Now, please do as I asked."

I gulped. Did I really want to do this? I could walk away, after all. I thought about the assistant cook and my conversation with her both last night and this morning. She too wore a uniform - sans panty lines - and seemed quite happy, not mistreated at all. Besides, I couldn't deny my curiosity about Mr. Vanderson.

Slowly, I lifted the skirt of my dress to my waist, my white cotton panties fully exposed.

"I see. This would certainly be grounds for a reprimand, Miss Alice."

Making a sudden decision, I removed the offending garment. I walked to the trash can and deposited them into it.

"Mr. Vanderson, I'd like begin as we plan to go on. When you excuse me from this room, I promise you I will go directly to my room and remove the bra. I'd do so now, but that would involve removing my entire uniform and I'm simply not comfortable with that quite yet. I want you to know I appreciate this week long trial, but I'd prefer to know exactly what a reprimand will be since I have no doubt that I will make other mistakes in the future," I answered, my voice shaking a bit toward the end. 

He stared at me for a moment and then nodded.

"Very well, Miss Alice. I must say your spirit pleases me greatly as does your common sense. It is good to know exactly what one has agreed to before committing."

He sat back on his chair and pushed it away from the desk.

"If you will place yourself over my lap and keep your dress pushed up Miss Alice, I will demonstrate a light reprimand."

I gulped. Waited a moment, then did as he said. In for a penny, in for a pound, right?

When will i learn? (part 2)

So I've been on house arrest - so to speak - and completely nude for a good 12 hours now. I have at least 12 more to go before Sir will even consider giving me access to one - and only one - dress. It's cold as crap out right now, so I still won't be able to leave the house since shoes, socks, coat, etc. will still be denied until I've learned that he's serious as a heart attack about holding me to my word. What did I promise? To be a true submissive. To allow him access to all of my body whenever, however and where ever he wishes. In turn, he has agreed to honor my hard limits and my safe word (which I cannot use simply to save myself some embarrassment.)
Also, Every hour that he is awake, to further remind me of my smart mouth and my moment of weakness when i tried to pull down my skirt but he obviously wanted it up, I will be spanked for a minimum of five minutes. Now five minutes may not seem like a long time, but trust me, it is. and 55 minutes between spankings is not nearly long enough to totally heal from the one an hour before. Right now, my ass is red and very tender. Luckily, Sir is about ready to go to sleep, so I should have a break for 6 hours or so. Before he sleeps, though, we have another "rule." I administer fellatio. God I love this rule! To take Sir into my mouth, to focus only on his pleasure, to taste his skin, massage his jewels, give him both relaxation and joy and the same time - this gives me purpose and joy in my own life. I actually like it best when he doesn't touch me much - my entire focus is on him. My greatest pleasure is when I feel his hot sweetness slid down my throat, nourishing me, in truth, with his very seed. The taste of him on my lips brings more contentment than any other drink every has. Tonight, he has assured me that, since I have taken my punishment so well and without complaint, he will grant me this gift - right after my last spanking. And so, I prepare myself for pain, but know it is deserved and know that soon, I will have only pleasure.

Spanking of the Week

I hate baseball. And now, it's baseball season. My Man, however loves baseball and has required that I be with him for each game he watches. First, I prepare traditional snacks - chips, dip, sandwiches, and fill a cooler with beer which I set next to the couch. Sometimes friends show up, sometimes, like today, it is just the two of us. I could really use this time to read, clean, do anything else, but this is one of his requirements, and in truth, I'm happy to obey. Once the game starts, I am to remain naked. Today, the Cards are playing the Cubs. He's a die hard Cubs fan (I HAVE NO IDEA WHY!!) The Cards are up to bat first. Each time they get a man on base I get spanked. For every time time they score, I get ten swats on each cheek. If, by some chance, the Cubs get a man on base, he finger fucks me. If, I'm really lucky and the Cubs score, He lets me orgasm. Either way, by the end of the game, I'm a wet, dripping horny mess. My ass and thighs are red and swollen, by pussy throbbing and I am nothing but a melted whore begging to be fucked.

Maybe I DO like baseball afterall!