It has been a rather busy week, but thankfully I have felt much better health wise. Work again tomorrow, but only a half day so that is good.
It has been an easier week getting back into the right frame of mind in regards to being property. It has been an indirect thing really, I just let things slide and I should not have done so. MT has been a little better this week, I can tell from numerous little tell tale signs.
Apart from her actually physically looking better, her having more energy etc there has been the imparting of information as to impending physical use. The type of use this slave has not had to endure for a while, the dreaded strap on is to be dusted and cleaned in preparation.
To some, this may not sound too bad, but... it is the large black one which is to be prepared and one does not like that thing one little bit. Apart from the pain/ discomfort/ humiliation of the act,it is the subsequent days or even weeks of aftermath that I cringe at the most.
Not being able to sit comfortably or even move without the feel of the bruising and perhaps a tear or two. Some might find this quite fitting, many years were spent administering the joys of anal sex to submissive girls without much thought or care of how sore it might be. To be on the receiving end (excuse pun) is probably karma. I love the expression ' It is better to give than to receive' though, it feels so apt.
Showing posts with label recovery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label recovery. Show all posts
Friday, 8 April 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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