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.
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Sunday, 5 June 2011
Sunday, 20 February 2011
The only way is up?
Good news, there is a hint of MT showing some signs of recovery.
The first signs occurred two days ago when, I was reunited with my dear friend njoy. I had 'almost' forgotten how uncomfortable it was, but was quickly reminded. I sometimes wonder the fascination that owners seem to have with them, it is like some sort of 'Code of Conduct', 'rule number one', stick a butt plug up your properties arse. It seems a bit similar to putting batteries into some electrically powered toy' well it wont work if there are no batteries in it " becomes "well it can't function properly as property unless it has a plug fitted ".
Well, just as a point of information to all you owners out there, we CAN function without plugs being fitted. I survived 50 years without a plug and if it hadn't of been for MT I could have survived another 50 without one. And... and... and... sitting down would have been more bloody comfortable.
The next sign of MT's recovery has been an increase in her requiring some sexual service over the last few days. This was further reinforced this morning, and I got an orgasm as well. Excellent, what a spoilt princess, I mean boy I am ;)
After cooking MT her favourite breakfast of poached eggs on toast we even managed a short trip to Bury St Edmunds for some retail therapy and coffee, which was nice. It was the first time MT has been able to get out of the house for about three weeks which she finds extremely hard as she's so naturally social. So it is nice to see her get out even if it's very brief and not much gets done. Fortunately, a lot of her favourite shops were closed so the bank account did not suffer too badly, it is not my fault I have short arms and long pockets ;).
Of course I am please MT is feeling a little better. But, on a selfish note, (yes I am a bad slave, we all know that), I can't help the fact I have enjoyed the 'pain holiday' and the 'anal use holiday' . It has been nice to feel a little safer in my darling's presence. Being called to the bedroom has not been accompanied by my usual hesitance or thoughts of 'OMG, what now'? One of the first things I usually do when entering the bedroom is to look at the wardrobe doors. If they are open, there is a 10 to 1 chance MT has the canes or crops out, bad news. The next tell tale sign is 'the silver box', it was my metal photographic box, but now houses MT's 'instruments of torture and humiliation'.
I expect many owners have such little storage devices, amongst many other 'toys' our silver box houses my most feared implements, the Tyburn and the strap on. If the box has been moved, or worse is open, it is a 'red flag' situation. Unfortunately, I am not permitted to wave any flag, either red or white, so it really is always a case of grin and bear it, or bare it more appropriately. There is a holdall under the bed as well, which contains even more fun items and I also dislike most of them as well.
So many toys, so little time...fortunately.
The first signs occurred two days ago when, I was reunited with my dear friend njoy. I had 'almost' forgotten how uncomfortable it was, but was quickly reminded. I sometimes wonder the fascination that owners seem to have with them, it is like some sort of 'Code of Conduct', 'rule number one', stick a butt plug up your properties arse. It seems a bit similar to putting batteries into some electrically powered toy' well it wont work if there are no batteries in it " becomes "well it can't function properly as property unless it has a plug fitted ".
Well, just as a point of information to all you owners out there, we CAN function without plugs being fitted. I survived 50 years without a plug and if it hadn't of been for MT I could have survived another 50 without one. And... and... and... sitting down would have been more bloody comfortable.
The next sign of MT's recovery has been an increase in her requiring some sexual service over the last few days. This was further reinforced this morning, and I got an orgasm as well. Excellent, what a spoilt princess, I mean boy I am ;)
After cooking MT her favourite breakfast of poached eggs on toast we even managed a short trip to Bury St Edmunds for some retail therapy and coffee, which was nice. It was the first time MT has been able to get out of the house for about three weeks which she finds extremely hard as she's so naturally social. So it is nice to see her get out even if it's very brief and not much gets done. Fortunately, a lot of her favourite shops were closed so the bank account did not suffer too badly, it is not my fault I have short arms and long pockets ;).
Of course I am please MT is feeling a little better. But, on a selfish note, (yes I am a bad slave, we all know that), I can't help the fact I have enjoyed the 'pain holiday' and the 'anal use holiday' . It has been nice to feel a little safer in my darling's presence. Being called to the bedroom has not been accompanied by my usual hesitance or thoughts of 'OMG, what now'? One of the first things I usually do when entering the bedroom is to look at the wardrobe doors. If they are open, there is a 10 to 1 chance MT has the canes or crops out, bad news. The next tell tale sign is 'the silver box', it was my metal photographic box, but now houses MT's 'instruments of torture and humiliation'.
I expect many owners have such little storage devices, amongst many other 'toys' our silver box houses my most feared implements, the Tyburn and the strap on. If the box has been moved, or worse is open, it is a 'red flag' situation. Unfortunately, I am not permitted to wave any flag, either red or white, so it really is always a case of grin and bear it, or bare it more appropriately. There is a holdall under the bed as well, which contains even more fun items and I also dislike most of them as well.
So many toys, so little time...fortunately.
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