Medicine MT style

The much awaited doctor's appointment arrived today. Cutting a long story short, I am to stop taking the dreadful strong painkillers that make me ill, stay on the anti inflamatory ones, and now have mild anti anxiety tablets (no surprise there then) and some sleeping tablets for short term use because he says a lot of the issue is down to the perpetual lack of sleep owing to the pain in my knee. MT said it was good of the doctor to prescribe knockout rape drugs for her use.......and for only the cost of the prescription. Was this supposed to help with my anxiety ? Let me meditate on that.

This was also exactly what MT was hoping for from the consultation, so I'm not surprised. 

Once back home MT suggested a nice snuggle and relax in bed. Like the proverbial 'lamb to the slaughter' I got into bed, closely followed by wily MT. There was a snuggle, then a command to pleasure her.

Then I was instructed to find and put on the dreaded peach panties. I tried the old ' Oh I am not sure where they are'  routine, but of course it was just going through the delaying tactic motions that I knew would be useless.

So clad in peach panties....sorry no pics hehe, I was told to get across MT's knee and then I was spanked. As I lay over her knee taking my spanking without too much fuss I just knew what would follow. Sure enough, after about ten minutes MT went and fitted the strap on belt and I was ordered onto my side. She would have preferred to have me up on my knees but the poor left knee just will not bend at present without intolerable pain.

My panties were pulled down onto my thighs and I felt the wave of humiliation. So many times in my past have I done this to girls and now I am the one on the receiving end, it really is a fucking liberty. With my panties down and my cheeks parted all I could do was wait for the inevitable painful penetration. MT was gentle but forceful and all I could do was try and relax and take it......just like a 'wife' as she again told me.

There were of course numerous taunts by MT, I shall not bore you with the details (you will have to use your imagination). And of course I yelled and kicked as per normal. I was then teased over onto my stomach still impaled by MT and then given a thorough rough arse raping. After several orgasms (MT's of course) she finally finished with me. I was left bruised and very sore.

After a short rest it was time to go and do the supermarket shop.

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.

She went shopping

Last night was relatively quiet. We watched a pay per view movie (Machete which MT delighted in due to the hot Latino chicks and lots of violent gore), and then we went to bed. When MT places my hand in a certain place there are no need for words. I love pleasuring her like this, it is something I have grown to love so much that it feels wrong if I am not doing it. Making her orgasm is hot, very hot and if I am lucky I get to orgasm as well. Unfortunately, last night was not one of those times and after MT fell asleep, I was left stiff but it did not matter, MT was satisfied and that makes me smile.

Today we went shopping in Bury St Edmunds and I took MT to lunch. Prior to this we had been to a DIY store as I needed to get some stuff for us and my customers. I was quite concerned when I saw what MT had in her hand. It was a set of craft knives, MT made no comments about them at all. I felt that certain feeling I guess most slaves feel when they see their owners with things in their hands that they may or may not use to inflict pain on their slaves. Of course, it may be innocent, but MT does love to cut me and drink my blood. At the moment I will just put it to the back of my mind.

To be honest, there is nothing I can do about it anyway, if she decides to use them on me that is what will happen. Being a slave is so hard in so many ways, but conversely a slave does not have to worry about many decision making matters, the decisions are made for us... for better or worse.

I left MT alone for a short while to go to the toilet, when we met up (it had only been 5 minutes) she had a little bag in her hand. 'I have a present for you' she said 'and something for myself as well' She opened the bag to reveal three pairs of  panties. A turquoise pair, cream lace ones and a peach lace pair, 'the peach ones are yours' she said with a beaming smile. I really just do not want to talk about them or think about them now. Groan.

My Owners knickers

The day started pretty much as usual, MT demanding her owner's rights, what must a slave do to get some rest ? Perhaps a second male slave is not a bad idea after all. Ok that would definately not be good but the thought of some rest is at times appealing. Mind you, I would probably end up having to serve both of them knowing her.

Fortunately, some duties are more pleasurable than others and at least this morning I was on the giving end and not the receiving one. This was really fortunate as I am not yet fully healed.

MT is still tender, slave smirks cheekily and passes  MT a little glance and chuckles to himself, of course she has not read this yet. Apparently, her swimming today was a little stingy, such a shame, I feel so much sympathy NOT. See I am a 'real man' after all, well when MT lets me anyway ;)

I really don't see why slaves can't have a day off, most workers get two days off a week, so why not slaves? I must form a Union. What about holidays as well? And some wages, plus of course health benefits as well. I must broach this with MT I am sure she will understand.....

We did the boring food shop, then I went to the gym while MT went swimming, then off to do some retail therapy. MT wanted a swim suit, which we duly purchased and she looks great in it, very nice and clingy in all the right places. Sorry, am I not supposed to perv over my owner? I am such a bad bad slave.

Then there was the purchasing of lingerie, some for everyday use and then the more difficult purchase of some lingerie she informed me were purely for the purpose of wearing to taunt me when engaging with others. This brought very mixed feelings to say the least.




She chose an exceptionally sexy pair of panties, which of course I had to 'pay for'. That's part of the humiliation, having to pay for something that will be used to taunt and hurt you. It has such a nice touch, as an ex Dom, I truly respect her expertise in the art of domination and all other associated aspects of TPE. Trust me to be stupid enough to be owned by such an intelligent, perceptive, sadistic, inventive, tormenting woman as MT.

MT has apparently decided that 2011 is to be in her words 'a busy and directional year'.  WTF does that mean? Well, it seems I am going to be 'well motivated' - yet another WTF does that mean? So, the slave is not really any the wiser, however, there are enough brain cells left in my tiny little head to know that this does not bode well, not well at all. The last four and a half years have been 'busy and directional' and there is now another one of her epedemics of 'motivation', so the signs are not good. But, it will no doubt be fun finding out.

I am enjoying writing the blogs, it helps me come to terms with things, by causing me to think about and then write about them. Such a good prezzie from MT for Xmas AND of course, yet another avenue to provide an international stage for my humiliation. See? I told you she was good.