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.

Cati, I'm sorry baby.

Last night I ate some reduce priced plaice from the supermarket which drastically upset my stomach, this continued through the night and for most of today. So I am not feeling quite my best. Now, I am assuming it was the plaice and not some dastardly deed by my owner in recompense for my attempted 'slave union rebellion'. She would not do that, would she??? Hmmm she probably would actually, but I think not on this occasion. Why? Because she would have taken great delight in telling me it was her.

Being a devout slave to my owner, like any good martyr, I soldiered on and went to work to earn 'coin'. Never has a days work been so gladly completed as it was today. So I am very glad to be home and no work for three days, well, apart from providing service for She Who Must Be Obeyed. (Written in invisible slave ink) You know, the bossy bitch.

I like to consider myself reasonably brave (as well as stupid). After my failed rebellion, predominantly due to the appalling, low down, insensitive threats to Cati, I decided to push my bravery to the outer limits.  Now as many will know, this is Cati 2, Cati 1 was cruelly sold by you know who . Being allowed to have Cati 2 was extremely lucky (and she made me wait over a year), so I was pushing this further recently by asking for some spare parts. Again I was fortunate, I was permitted to buy a brand new fairing panel from the proceeds of my Xmas tips. So today, after the failed 'coup', I asked MT if I could bid on Ebay for yet another fairing panel.....see my bravery has no limits.

If I said 'MT was not happy', or 'MT appeared to be slightly miffed' or 'MT gave me That Look', or 'MT politely said no', you would probably be quite suprised. You all know how reasonable she can be, how gentle and mild, how sweet and forgiving... Yep you guessed it she looked really pissed off with me.

PS This morning, despite being close to death (just love being melodramatic, well I am a man) I tried to provide my manly services to MT as demanded (being ever efficient she had set her alarm extra early). All did not go as well as usual, so on my return home, despite still feeling close to death I made brave and vigorous amends for this morning. One happy owner and one very happy me, and it may mean I am allowed to get to sleep before 1-00 am. Ok that bit is stupidly optimistic.

(Is it my fault I clearly have Thracian blood in my veins? Perhaps that's why she seems to like the damned stuff so much)