Birthday boy

Well I am 56 years old today, amazing how time flies.Strangely, I still feel like a teenager inside, must be being with MT. She presented me with a card this moring whch reads on the front "Na-Na Nanaa-Na You're Older Than ME-EE!"

MT brought me some lovely presents, including a dastardly pair of evil nipple clamps.

MT took great delight in fitting my presents and demonstrated how they can be tightened, they are so bloody painful and I pleaded for mercy. Of course I didn't get any, but I never expected to. With the clamps firmly in place the rest of the birthday celebrations followed.

First I was fitted with the large njoy. Then  I was then unceremoniously put across MT's knee  for the customary birthday spanking with the hated heavy wooden paddle, one blow  for each year plus 'one to grow on'.

It has been a while since I have been spanked and my buttocks were particularly tender. The nipple clamps kept rubbing against the bed with each blow and my cheeks clamped together with each blow which made the plug hurt much much more. MT also kept tugging at the strings of the nipple clamps as she went, I believe she had them in her teeth at one point. As is MT's birthday custom I had to count the blows and thank her for each one. She wallops the hell out of me with that thing and I pleaded and kicked and shrieked. I am told it was highly entertaining.

When she removed the plug  I (stupidly) felt relief -ha! You'd think I would have learned better by now wouldn't you? The next thing I know a fucking big hard red dildo was being rammed up my poor arse and I was babbling and pleading. Unfortunately my arse clamped shut. I wasn't doing it on purpose, it was an involuntary reaction. MT finds this both amusing and sees it as disobeience, so for a while she crooned at me about this. It may sound sweet but it's more like a cat playing with a mouse. She said "oh baby, do you really think if I decide this is going in your arse you can stop me. Keep whimpernig though, it's sweet - even if it is futile" and on the word 'futile' she slammed the thing mercilessly up my arse. I screamed as I bucked forward yanking the nipple clamps as I went.

She then mercilessly rammed me for what felt like forever, yanking on the strings of the nipple clamps as she went. Groan. 

She evenually finished, replaced the  njoy and I was forced onto my back. MT then proceeded to whip my clamped nipples, my cock, balls, thighs, chest, and stomach with what she termed 'a sharp flogger'. I have never seen this item before. To say it was painful would be far too much of an understatement.  She was landing the blows very fast, using her skill to weave between her various targets, so I was jumping around all over the place, pleading and shrieking and begging. She also used the clamps on my cock and balls at one point. It was excruciatingly  painful. When she took the clamps off it was unbearable.

I thought 'my celebrations' were finished and started to breathe a little easier.....until MT ordered me to go and fetch the strap-on. I was then forcefully fucked on my side while MT had several very energetic orgasms. She finished off my flipping me on my stomach and riding me until she finished, before bounding up to dash off to where she wanted to be.

I was then left recovering in the bedroom and told to have her tea ready when she got back - happy birthday to me!

Tonight she is cooking me a special meal, which is really lovely of her, then we will watch a movie together. I am very bruised and sore in too many places to count.

I said to her as she was getting up that she never looks happier than when she's being sadistic. She glows and laughs and claps and has this look of pure glee. At least I know I provide good service by being her victim property ;)

Catch up

Firstly, my apologies for yesterday's pic, I hope you had all eaten before viewing. I just logged on & found it much to my surprise. MT informs me she  decided to do this as 'she didn't see why my loyal readership should waste their effort just because I was being a huffy little bitch and not posted on my blog for a few days'.

Second apology for lack of blog posts lately, I am just such a bad boy ;) I have been too tired, too stressed and in too much pain. And ok, too stroppy.

Boring bits : MT has decided enough is enough and has made an appointment for me to see the Doctor next Thursday, she will accompany me. Just to make sure everything is covered ie pain from my knee, my volatile moodiness recently, and my continuous tiredness.

After pleas from others as well as myself MT has graciously stopped playing 'Florence and the Mechanics' quite so constantly. Thank fuck. Who gives a fuck what the water gave you?

Last Night : bedtime, told to lay on tummy, Njoy unceremoniously inserted by MT, told to roll over and bring off owner. Job done, MT went to sleep first, thus I could not ask if I could remove plug, therefore went to sleep with plug firmly fitted as I did not want to risk MT's wrath by removing it without permission. Groan.

Today : Laid a base for a new metal shed, which MT insisted we purchase as I have taken over the lean to with my tools. I was then allowed a nice ride out on the bike which was shorter than I wanted because knee was painful and it was a wee bit chilly......and the roads were damp/wet so had to go slower than I like to...damn.

MT took me to bedroom this afternoon, the dreaded plug was fitted again and is still in, nice and uncomfortable as I am sitting down writing this......yes thanks for the sympathy, I can just hear it all...NOT..

I was instructed to pleasure MT to orgasm, then told to lay on my back while she used her dildo to bring herself off some more while she slapped me. Or as she put it 'lie there on your stuffed little arse while I wank myself on my dildo, bitch'. And they say romance is dead.

Then it was time for dinner, I was permitted a glass of wine and MT made me her scrummy pancakes :)

Tomorrow, now here's the thing. I have offered to take MT to one of her favourite places, Blakeney Point in Norfolk. BUT.......... MT has said  that as much as she wants to go to Blakeney, she also thinks it might be beneficial for me if we stay home all day and she 'tortures' me to remind me of my place and to make my rear very stretched and sore, there has been threats of the dreaded scalding.

Strangely enough, I have been trying to steer her towards the trip to Blakeney Point, fuck knows why :)

MT mean on Halloween

Both us us are still feeling unwell today, but MT seems a bit better than I am. So when she said this afternoon that she was going for a little lay down in the bedroom I very eagerly joined her.

It was really nice to have a lie down, albeit I sometimes feel better when I am vertical with this stupid virus. After a very short while I started to touch MT and ended up giving her an orgasm with my fingers. I was then told to turn over onto my stomach. At this point, all sense of 'it will be safe in bed as MT does not feel well went flying out through the window'.

She promptly pulled my shorts down and off, then I could hear her opening the silver box of toys. A few seconds later the thud of the wooden paddle could be heard at precisely the same time a a very painful stinging on my buttocks could be felt. I heard MT make her sort of 'groan' which means she is enjoying inflicting the pain and I knew I was in for a good tanning. It was a firm thrashing and I hate the wooden paddle, it has holes in it and this seems to make it sting more somehow.

One of the worse things about it was that when I howled it hurt my throat and chest, so I couldn't even holler out to relieve the pain a bit like I usually do. I could feel the swelling coming up, particularly on my left buttock which seemed to be getting extra attention. I could also feel the heat building up and this is a bad sign as MT loves to fuck bruised and hot cheeks.

So after she had stopped and I had thanked her, as is the protocol in our house, I was told I was well enough to have my arse used. It's hard saying a word which is opposite to the one your brain is screaming out at you to say. but I managed to utter something vaguely polite.

So for roughly an hour MT gave me a thorough fucking in my bruised, sore rear. There were many references to me being her bum boy and other such derogatory remarks which is pretty much normal.

What was not so normal, was my inability to scream and holler as per usual. The dreaded virus stopped me from being vocal; and all I could manage was pathetic little whimpering and choking which brought out even more piss taking from her. Adding to my humiliation was the fact that she also eventually managed to make me stiff. This is something that never used to occur, but MT, over the years has trained me to get an erection when she fucks me and this completely humiliates me and she just loves to make use of this while coming up my arse. I lost count of how many orgasms she had, but it was quite a few.

So now I have a sore throat, sore chest, sore buttocks and a sore anus........time to get some more painkillers down me I think.

Choked

After five years in an O/p relationship there are few times when something new happens in regards to what your Owner does to you. Last night was one of those nights. MT woke me up about midnight, I can't remember how she woke me but she woke me. It was obvious I was going to get some use and it did not take long for MT to turn words into action.

The conversation mainstay was basically relating to MT's desire to choke me and fuck me at the same time ....and hit my balls hard . Thus I ended up with a heavy duty choke chain (the type used on large dogs) around my neck and a lighter weight choke chain around my cock and balls. I was ordered to get the strap-on out and before I really had chance to get my head around it (ha ha) MT had me on my side with the choke chains firmly in her hands and her cock stuffed very firmly and deeply in my ass.

I have rarely seen MT enjoy herself more than I did last night. She was tense and once again I was used as a vessel for her to relieve her tension in. The feeling of the choke chain tight around my neck restricting my breathing and the pain of the other chain around my cock and balls combined with being anally stretched and raped was unbelievable. I did not think a physical act has ever made me feel so owned and so used.

As is often the case the physical use is accompanied by verbal assaults. I could not possibly remember all the things she said to me last night. But they included references to how I was lucky she loved me otherwise she would choke the life out of me. The ball hitting was more than painful and she humiliated me about how stiff I was while all of this was happening to me. I was repeatedly made to thank her for not killing me with the choke chain. I do not know how many times she orgasmed, there were so many and they were so intense. MT told me she would let go of the choke chain around my neck when she came else she may snap my neck with the force and her desires.

Even though the chain was very tight I never had the slightest concern for my safety....see I really am fucking stupid. Joking aside, I trust MT with my life......literally

Behavioural therapy

OK. yesterdays post was a little depressing, I guess I was feeling a bit temperamental perhaps the two components of the word more aptly explain how I was. Basically I got upset, lost my temper and kicked off.

This morning I awoke feeling not too much better in terms of spirit. There was one thing that might sort my head out. So I asked MT if she could give me a beating as I felt I needed one. Now it is perhaps an unwise move to ask a miffed MT to give a beating, but I can be a bit of a lemming sometimes.


I was still in bed at the time so there was no need to strip off. MT decided she would start by giving me a slippering over her knee. I find it very humiliating to be put over her knee and for her to use the 'slipper' is even more humiliating. For those overseas, a slipper in this case is a black school style gym shoe. MT enjoys the fact I find this humiliating and also finds it an effect tool to make my cheeks very red, hot and sore.

Then it was the dreaded sjambok, that thing hurts so much, I now understand why MT loves them so much. It thuds hard into my flesh causing impact pain and then 20 seconds or so later the stinging starts and how it stings. I certainly got what I asked for, MT ensured she did a sound and thorough job on my buttocks plus a few gentler ones on the thighs.

I strayed several times from my kneeling position on the bed, forced to lay flat by the blows. When I did not get back up quickly enough the blows came down as I was laying there, which forced me back to my kneeling position PDQ. I got really good hiding.

I begged for mercy as the pain became worse as I became more bruised, but MT continued (which I had expected, she is a sadist after all, but this was also corrective therapy).

I knew she would not stop either when I started to cry, if anything, it usually spurs her on. I sobbed into the pillow and begged some more for mercy. Some minutes (many blows later) it stopped and I felt relieved, I also felt so broken and totally relaxed and unwound.....it's a miracle.

I should have known that it was not going to end there and sure enough MT decided to use me with the strap on. For over an hour my 'enthusiastic' owner very roughly penetrated her property. Sometimes this is not an unpleasant experience and very occasionally I even enjoy bits of it, today was a mix between enjoy and endure. This usually only happens when I'm very very broken down.

Eventually it stopped and I was left lying impaled on MT as she rested and relaxed.

Being used this hard was exactly what I needed, it brought me out of where I was and back to my owner's side and back to the right state of mind.

One of the many reasons why MT is so special to me is that she is the only person who has EVER been able to control me. Even though I can be exceptionally difficult, sometimes impossible, I always end up being put back where I belong. I like the fact she can control me like this, it makes me feel safe and very loved.

A busy day

Work was busy busy today and I felt totally zonked when I got in after 5 hours of solid gardening very early in the day.

I started a low carb diet on Tuesday, for someone like me who loves their carbs it is quite a difficult thing for me to do. But, it is effective, it is something MT uses and at least I have the luxury of being allowed to eat lots of  meat. MT has also made me these cheesecake mousses which are far too delicious to belong on a diet, so that livens things up.

So far I have lost three and a half pounds which is encouraging over 5 days. MT wants me to lose some of my chubby bits and to tone up some more. So my diet will continue for as long as she determines, best I try very very hard then.

After being a bit gobby to MT (What me?!) I was given a little reminder regarding my place this afternoon. The little reminder was about 7 inches long, thick and is attached to a harness which in turn was attached to a miffed MT. As one can imagine, this did not bode well for a mouthy slave.

Fortunately I did get lube, which was quite surprising really but I was very grateful for it. It has been a while since I have been used like this and I quickly remembered 'my place'. I think actually it was mostly about grounding me and 'bringing me back to her' after the last few days as well.

After MT had achieved her usually high number of orgasms I was left bruised, battered and bleeding, so situation normal.

This type of use it tends to interfere with my ability to get an erection, but, today was one of the rarer times when I was up and ready. MT demanded I put her cock to good use and I did not need to be told twice. I am always up for a game of hide the sausage.

Having being given such a treat (and being allowed an orgasm which I hadn't expected) I was given TV football as well. I like being MT's slave, well, most of the time :)

The home front

Last night was the first of the exercise nights. So, I was told to strip and report to the living room for my exercises. Standing in our living room naked in front of a seated MT awaiting my instructions felt a strange mix of bizarre/ surreal/ humiliating/ amusing.

MT took a tape measure and measured and recorded my vital statistics, fortunately my dildo was not included, at least that hasn't got a training programme (yet). It was strange being measured and recorded like this, it did give that feeling of being truly owned which is somehow reassuring.

Then the exercises began, MT giving precise orders as to which exercise and how many of each. Press ups, squats, and various other exercises were ordered, with me positioned for assessment and MT's 'amusement' and then sit ups were carried out in the back garden (not naked fortunately). This was then followed by some crawling. Luckily MT made sure it was a relatively easy break in session, but I still ached this morning.


It was an early bedtime and of course I was required to pleasure my owner, then two hours later I was permitted to sleep.

Lunch break today was renamed 'dildo time'. Before food was allowed I was told to strip and get on the bed and bend over for the cane, which was delivered very hard and caused stripes. Then I had to lie on my back and MT mounted her dildo and used me until it had satisfied her. She also slapped my face a few times during of course - then I had lunch.

Tonight the training regime is to continue, apparently there is now a training programme, it includes 'flutter kicks' whatever they are, sounds a bit ballet-ish to me, God I hope there will never be a tutu, I suppose if there is that will be fucking peach coloured as well.

Work was busy, tonight will be busier no doubt. Life as MT's slave is never boring, but often exhausting :)

First installment

Yesterday, MT had told me to make sure the strap on was ready for bedtime. A sensible slave might have made a note to remind him about this instruction, there again, I am not a sensible slave... as is demonstrated on a regular basis.

Prior to bedtime MT looked distinctly unwell and, to be honest, I thought it was going to be an easy night. Once in bed, things were still looking good, until..........MT reminded me that I had failed to get the strap on ready. My heart sank, well it sank but pounded hard as well. I thought 'fucking shit' but of course it was too late.

I was given the 'option' to get it there and then or wait until tomorrow, there was also some mention of not being allowed an orgasm until I got fucked - the strap on was brought out of retirement.

I will spare full details, suffice to say I was unceremoniously fucked senseless, repeatedly humiliated, made to humiliate myself and ended up a very used, very sore, split and bruised and contrite slave.

So today has been a sore one, work was of course busy and there was plenty of driving and then the food shop.

Returning to physical use is always hard on so many fronts. I often feel the physical effects for many days and the psychological element of never knowing when MT is going to strike next all adds together to make a nervous time.