Today MT is out, she has been all day and I am missing her more than usual. Sounds kind of slushy but it is how I feel, must be getting soft in my old age, fortunately not in my cock :)
My diet has exceeded my expectations in terms of result. I am now 18 pounds lighter than when I started it and some 42 pounds lighter than my heaviest ever weight Strangely I still feel fat, I know that I am not but when I look in the mirror there are still some bits of excess body that I want to remove.I would like to shed at least another 11 pounds but I am not sure if MT will let me.
On a negative side, I have lost quite a bit of muscle bulk, so when I am feeling fitter I must get back into the gym and do some hard training. I like to have some muscle bulk, not purely for aesthetic reasons but as a defence mechanism. When I am like I am now I feel almost vulnerable, having some mass does tend to deter would be aggressors in my experience.
When we were in Cardiff I was allowed to buy some T shirts as my others had become a little baggy. I now have a wardrobe stuffed with clothes that are technically too big. I think MT plans to get me to Ebay some of the designer ones and then use the proceeds for new clothing, so that would be good.
Cati and I can now go a bit faster as I weigh less, it is surprising how much the acceleration has improved, also I am now more aerodynamic ;)
I keep staring at our kitchen which is stripped ready for preparation prior to decorating and a partial refit. ATM I just have not got the time, OK, I could be doing some now, but I am also looking after someone so it is not conducive. Work is so busy that the kitchen will have to wait until winter when work demand lessens slightly, then I shall have to face up to it and just blitz it.
I have done some household chores ready for MT's return this evening, yes I am a creep, but it is allegedly good slave behaviour to do things for your Owner.....I would not want to make a habit of it though ;)
One small slave prepares a hiding place when MT reads the last bit.
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Monday, 25 July 2011
Sunday, 5 June 2011
Counting
Still sore from yesterdays us, no it is not funny :). I think MT has something planned for tonight but she is playing her cards very close to her chest... plenty of room to hide several packs of cards there ;)
I expect whatever it was probably just got worse.
The diet continues, no mousse today or jelly :( grrrrr. It is not too bad, but I am missing all the carbs, my favourite foods contain so many carbs.
The countdown to our night out on Saturday has begun for me. As mentioned on here before, I get nervous when MT is going to take me out. I do not mind going to a new BDSM venue, that is exciting, it's what I will have to go through that is the more worrying aspect.
In addition to the usual trepidation (OK fear) is the fact we are staying the night in a nearby hotel. MT has been toying with me (or not as the case may be ) that if she meets anyone suitable at the event they might get an invite back to the hotel with us. Of course if they happened to be female and hot that would be pretty good, if male, well that's a different story. Guess I will just have to wait and see, as usual.
What can be pretty much guaranteed is I will get a severe beating with numerous hurty things, and a big dose of humiliation. Back at the hotel, the chances of receiving the big black strap on are pretty high as are the chances of being cut.
The two and a half hour drive home on Sunday is likely to be a painful affair, the seat may feel more than a little uncomfortable.
In my days on a Fire Station I never knew what I would be doing from one minute to the next, life with MT is pretty much the same. It can be dangerous, it can be painful but it is always very very exciting and very fulfilling.
I expect whatever it was probably just got worse.
The diet continues, no mousse today or jelly :( grrrrr. It is not too bad, but I am missing all the carbs, my favourite foods contain so many carbs.
The countdown to our night out on Saturday has begun for me. As mentioned on here before, I get nervous when MT is going to take me out. I do not mind going to a new BDSM venue, that is exciting, it's what I will have to go through that is the more worrying aspect.
In addition to the usual trepidation (OK fear) is the fact we are staying the night in a nearby hotel. MT has been toying with me (or not as the case may be ) that if she meets anyone suitable at the event they might get an invite back to the hotel with us. Of course if they happened to be female and hot that would be pretty good, if male, well that's a different story. Guess I will just have to wait and see, as usual.
What can be pretty much guaranteed is I will get a severe beating with numerous hurty things, and a big dose of humiliation. Back at the hotel, the chances of receiving the big black strap on are pretty high as are the chances of being cut.
The two and a half hour drive home on Sunday is likely to be a painful affair, the seat may feel more than a little uncomfortable.
In my days on a Fire Station I never knew what I would be doing from one minute to the next, life with MT is pretty much the same. It can be dangerous, it can be painful but it is always very very exciting and very fulfilling.
Tuesday, 17 May 2011
Life is just peachy
One of the things about being property is the additional 'thrill' of never knowing what will happen next. Life in general makes each day interesting with little twists and turns and the occasional huge events that throw us new challenges/ issues to deal with. Being in O/p you get all the 'normal' life stuff plus the mystical 'owner' elements.
Yesterday started out as a pretty normal day, shopping and lunch with MT...then peach panties.
Last night, cosy dinner at home, a little TV then the usual pleasuring of MT....then....I am informed there will be new routines and elements being introduced into my everyday life over the forthcoming weeks. Good listening skills are an important slave ability, so I listened intently.
It would appear, I am to be placed on a controlled diet. More significantly I will perform scheduled physical exercises, as mandated by MT and these will be conducted under her supervision. MT is good at physical motivation in all sorts of ways, she is known for it. I will be advised as to the dress code but it will sometimes include nudity or other attire (the dreaded peach panties were mentioned, I think/ hope as a sanction). My buttocks are to be firmed up and my stomach, chest and arms to be more toned/muscular. She has booked us a break in Cardiff and I am to have attained various physical requirements by then.
Last night I was admonished for having hairy buttocks whilst modelling my new underwear, life is just so special.
Tonight will be the start of my new regime. I am filled with the usual mix of emotions when MT brings in something new. The mixed feelings state is always tricky. There is some excitement, lots of trepidation, some concerns, the feeling of impending embarrassment which no doubt will be escalated into total humiliation and the need to please MT and the effort that I must put in to achieve that.
Then of course there is the 'axe hanging over the head' element. The penalties that will be issued for non compliance and/or failure. MT always knows where the weak spots are, Cati, food, alcohol, TV and of course the overriding one of failing to be the slave she wants. Being stretched, made to evolve, made to put effort in, made to change etc are very powerful elements for a slave to deal with. Personally, I believe they 'make a slave'. If left to my own devices, left to just being me, not developed, not evolving, not controlled would for me be so similar to vanilla that it would be fruitless.
In order to be a slave I must become the slave MT wants me to be, not the one I think she wants or needs.
Yesterday started out as a pretty normal day, shopping and lunch with MT...then peach panties.
Last night, cosy dinner at home, a little TV then the usual pleasuring of MT....then....I am informed there will be new routines and elements being introduced into my everyday life over the forthcoming weeks. Good listening skills are an important slave ability, so I listened intently.
It would appear, I am to be placed on a controlled diet. More significantly I will perform scheduled physical exercises, as mandated by MT and these will be conducted under her supervision. MT is good at physical motivation in all sorts of ways, she is known for it. I will be advised as to the dress code but it will sometimes include nudity or other attire (the dreaded peach panties were mentioned, I think/ hope as a sanction). My buttocks are to be firmed up and my stomach, chest and arms to be more toned/muscular. She has booked us a break in Cardiff and I am to have attained various physical requirements by then.
Last night I was admonished for having hairy buttocks whilst modelling my new underwear, life is just so special.
Tonight will be the start of my new regime. I am filled with the usual mix of emotions when MT brings in something new. The mixed feelings state is always tricky. There is some excitement, lots of trepidation, some concerns, the feeling of impending embarrassment which no doubt will be escalated into total humiliation and the need to please MT and the effort that I must put in to achieve that.
Then of course there is the 'axe hanging over the head' element. The penalties that will be issued for non compliance and/or failure. MT always knows where the weak spots are, Cati, food, alcohol, TV and of course the overriding one of failing to be the slave she wants. Being stretched, made to evolve, made to put effort in, made to change etc are very powerful elements for a slave to deal with. Personally, I believe they 'make a slave'. If left to my own devices, left to just being me, not developed, not evolving, not controlled would for me be so similar to vanilla that it would be fruitless.
In order to be a slave I must become the slave MT wants me to be, not the one I think she wants or needs.
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