Jeez, a month since my last posting - time really does fly by it would seem. Indeed, time seemed to whizz by particularly quickly for about 20 minutes on February 12th, when for that brief period, Ma'am allowed me out of my CB6000 for a self tease and finally orgasm release after a period of 121 days. Following the release, i was immediately locked back up again - the clock reset back to day 1 (its now day 17 and counting) and then given a punishment caning consisting of 100 searing strokes. This caning was administered in two parts consisting of an initial 50 strokes before pausing for 20 minutes or so whilst a ginger figging was administered. When the burning effects began to subside i was then ordered to reposition myself back across the caning bench to recieve the remaining 50 strokes. This punishment was to address the late completion of the lines task i was assigned that i wrote about in my last posting. It was very hard to endure given the fact that it followed immediately after my one and only orgasm release in 4 months. Pain and suffering seems to be magnified so much so.
The following week Ma'am introduced another variant of CP into my regime - tawsing. She has been tawsing my palms for a few months now and its always a form of discipline or punishment to be dreaded. On this occasion Ma'am used a selection of tawses as i was going to be strapped on my buttocks and thighs as well as my hands. A very nasty 4 tailed tawse was applied to my buttocks and i found it more difficult to endure than a caning. i gifted Ma'am this tawse with the expectation that it would prove to be a very effective disciplinary implement and indeed it is, leaving deep purple welts in its wake when applied with force. The leather is incredibly hard and dense and carries a very penetrative sting.
Last week Ma'am gave me a very harsh caning indeed - 250 strokes, full force from cold. Eye watering. Four days on and my bottom is still sore and not recovered. Its times like these when you really have to smile at postings from male subs begging to be used and claiming to have no limits. The cane will ALWAYS find your limit!
Sunday, 28 February 2010
Friday, 29 January 2010
A lesson learnt..
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by pervy1 on 2010-01-30, 12:42:46 am
Gosh, eleven days have passed since my last journal entry! Yes, I have been rather busy - not all perv related but certainly enough to make for an interesting journal.
Every so often, Partner S goes away for the weekend and on these occasions She always leaves me with a lengthy list of domestic chores to be done in Her absence. This happened a couple of weeks ago and the chore list wasn't completed by the time She arrived back home on the Sunday. The offence was noted and i was instructed to complete the jobs on the Monday evening after finishing work. One of the jobs not done was oven cleaning, the job that everyone, including me, hates. I left the oven until last on the Monday and at 9pm I went to make a start. Partner S had bought some special cleaning stuff but the instructions stated it needed to be left applied for a number of hours before cleaning. I applied the cleaner throughout as directed - the actual cleaning would have to be done on the Tuesday. As I was due to serve Ma'am directly after work on Tuesday, this meant I wouldn't arrive back home until 8pm or thereabouts. The oven would then have to be cleaned immediately so that it was available to cook the evening meal. Somewhat late but, at this stage, unavoidable. I would be finished by 9pm, then shower, eat, clean kitchen after meal and finally relax for an hour or so before bed. That was the plan. The plan unravelled somewhat and goes someway to explaining why its been a while since I last had the time and energy to update this journal. Heres what happened..
Tuesday 19th. Alarm goes off 6.15am, out of house at 7am to drive to work. Work 7.30am - 4.00pm (1 hour lunch). Finish work, short drive to Ma'ams arriving there at 4.15pm. Ma'am busy with clients, leaves me with list of chores whilst She is in session. Kitchen and bathroom to be cleaned but main task is cleaning a large bundle of latex/rubber items. Solid graft that keeps me busy non-stop until 7.00pm. Jobs done and but before dismissal, Ma'am informs me that She has sent me a punishment task to be done at home and completed by 9am the following morning. This was to address the iron forgetting offence from a week or so earlier. The only feasible time to get this punishment task done to meet Her deadline would be the same evening after arriving home. I hadn't bargained for this and I knew it was going to be a late night as I wouldn't be able to start the task until at least 10pm for reasons already described above. So, leave Ma'ams at 7.15pm, drive the 15 miles back home arriving on the stroke of 8pm. Partner S hungry, oven to be cleaned immediately and prepared for use. This all done by 9pm, showered, eaten and cleared away by 10pm. Upstairs to start Ma’am’s punishment task which has arrived via email.
The punishment task is the modern day equivelant of writing lines, repetatively, but done whilst sat at the PC, typing rather than hand writing. Both Ma’am and i have a little software program installed on O/our respective PC’s. The program allows Ma’am to set a line to be typed and for the task to be run over and over for however many repetitions Ma’am feels adequate for the lesson to be learnt. The line has to be typed exactly as set by Ma’am – any erroneous submitted line is treated as such and the program can be configured to automatcally add extra lines to the original tally as extra punishment. The program logs the time the task is started and the time of completion. It will report on the total number of lines submitted and the number of erroneous lines submitted. It also reports the 3 longest times between submissions, therefore Ma’am can spot if any unauthorized breaks have been taken – She allows none. Not for teabreaks, fagbreaks, spliff breaks or for calls of nature. All copy and paste functions are disabled by the program – each line has to be typed, no way ‘round it. When the task is completed, the program advises accordingly and the report is generated. The report is then copied to Notepad and is sent back to Ma’am via email. Ma’am can then view the report and the program on Her PC will validate that the report has or has not been tampered with or amended any way. I had been advised at the time of the offence that it would be a 200 line punishment but it wasn’t until I loaded and opened the task what the line to be typed would be. That was a little after 10pm. I was already feeling tired and fatigued by what had been a long day. My heart sank when the line displayed on the screen. In all honesty, part of me wanted to switch off the PC there and then – take the seemingly easy way out and email Ma’am apologies, for i knew that there was very little chance of me managing to complete the task before nodding off at the keyboard in the small hours. After a nano-second of careful consideration, i opted not to take that route and instead, embark on the task and see it for the guiding but punitive discipline that it was. I had a go, a real go, but fatigue did get the better of me.The concentration drained out of me, my mind wandered uncontrollably and things seemingly started to move about on the screen. I gave up, cancelled the task and generated the report to send back to Ma’am. I would have to start all over again the following evening after work. Heres a copy of the report generated from this failed attempt.
Text : Ma'am does not appreciate a lapse in memory, and retention loss will not be tolerated. i slave emenac, will never ever forget the importance of pleasing my Ma'am, & remembering Her every command and instruction.
Hide text : no
Reverse text : no
Distractions : occasionally
Start time: 2010/1/19 22:07:54
Duration : 3 hour(s) 15 minute(s) 25 second(s)
Typed submissions : 118
Faulty submissions : 15
Longest breaks between two submissions :
2 minute(s) 35 second(s) from 01:20:45 to 01:23:20
2 minute(s) 25 second(s) from 22:49:47 to 22:52:12
2 minute(s) 11 second(s) from 22:11:45 to 22:13:56
That done, i crawled into bed feeling crushed, deflated and totally drained at 1.30am, 19 hours after getting up. The alarm was going to go off aagain in less than 5 hours time to get me up for the drive into work. Despite my fatigue, i was feeling totally wired and i lay awake until past 2.30.
Wed 20th and the alarm sounds again. Less than 4 hours sleep. Feeling as knackered as i was a few hours earlier. Off to work, back from work at 5pm. I start the task again about 6ish. It takes well over four hours to complete but in the end i managed it and sent the report off to Ma’am.
Text : Ma'am does not appreciate a lapse in memory, and retention loss will not be tolerated. i slave emenac, will never ever forget the importance of pleasing my Ma'am, & remembering Her every command and instruction.
Hide text : no
Reverse text : no
Distractions : occasionally
Start time: 2010/1/20 18:07:15
Duration : 4 hour(s) 17 minute(s) 9 second(s)
Typed submissions : 218
Faulty submissions : 6
Longest breaks between two submissions :
3 minute(s) 23 second(s) from 22:09:49 to 22:13:12
3 minute(s) 16 second(s) from 20:56:56 to 21:00:12
3 minute(s) 3 second(s) from 22:04:05 to 22:07:08
D7805CE16D24AAC789797C59D9CCEB68
Note that each faulty line submitted was punished by adding an extra 3 lines to be to the original total of 200.
So you see – a Mistress/slave relationship is not just about boot worship, tittilating chats and play sessions. Sometimes it can be hard work and truely punitive but it will teach you to remember the iron when instructed. Anyway, Ma’am was pleased with my efforts but not amused by the late completion. For that, She advised, i was to be given a punishment caning and a ginger figging on my next visit. I had a few days to think about that but before that happened, i had a lovely treat in store and that tale will be told in my next installment.
pervy1 aka slave emenac
by pervy1 on 2010-01-30, 12:42:46 am
Gosh, eleven days have passed since my last journal entry! Yes, I have been rather busy - not all perv related but certainly enough to make for an interesting journal.
Every so often, Partner S goes away for the weekend and on these occasions She always leaves me with a lengthy list of domestic chores to be done in Her absence. This happened a couple of weeks ago and the chore list wasn't completed by the time She arrived back home on the Sunday. The offence was noted and i was instructed to complete the jobs on the Monday evening after finishing work. One of the jobs not done was oven cleaning, the job that everyone, including me, hates. I left the oven until last on the Monday and at 9pm I went to make a start. Partner S had bought some special cleaning stuff but the instructions stated it needed to be left applied for a number of hours before cleaning. I applied the cleaner throughout as directed - the actual cleaning would have to be done on the Tuesday. As I was due to serve Ma'am directly after work on Tuesday, this meant I wouldn't arrive back home until 8pm or thereabouts. The oven would then have to be cleaned immediately so that it was available to cook the evening meal. Somewhat late but, at this stage, unavoidable. I would be finished by 9pm, then shower, eat, clean kitchen after meal and finally relax for an hour or so before bed. That was the plan. The plan unravelled somewhat and goes someway to explaining why its been a while since I last had the time and energy to update this journal. Heres what happened..
Tuesday 19th. Alarm goes off 6.15am, out of house at 7am to drive to work. Work 7.30am - 4.00pm (1 hour lunch). Finish work, short drive to Ma'ams arriving there at 4.15pm. Ma'am busy with clients, leaves me with list of chores whilst She is in session. Kitchen and bathroom to be cleaned but main task is cleaning a large bundle of latex/rubber items. Solid graft that keeps me busy non-stop until 7.00pm. Jobs done and but before dismissal, Ma'am informs me that She has sent me a punishment task to be done at home and completed by 9am the following morning. This was to address the iron forgetting offence from a week or so earlier. The only feasible time to get this punishment task done to meet Her deadline would be the same evening after arriving home. I hadn't bargained for this and I knew it was going to be a late night as I wouldn't be able to start the task until at least 10pm for reasons already described above. So, leave Ma'ams at 7.15pm, drive the 15 miles back home arriving on the stroke of 8pm. Partner S hungry, oven to be cleaned immediately and prepared for use. This all done by 9pm, showered, eaten and cleared away by 10pm. Upstairs to start Ma’am’s punishment task which has arrived via email.
The punishment task is the modern day equivelant of writing lines, repetatively, but done whilst sat at the PC, typing rather than hand writing. Both Ma’am and i have a little software program installed on O/our respective PC’s. The program allows Ma’am to set a line to be typed and for the task to be run over and over for however many repetitions Ma’am feels adequate for the lesson to be learnt. The line has to be typed exactly as set by Ma’am – any erroneous submitted line is treated as such and the program can be configured to automatcally add extra lines to the original tally as extra punishment. The program logs the time the task is started and the time of completion. It will report on the total number of lines submitted and the number of erroneous lines submitted. It also reports the 3 longest times between submissions, therefore Ma’am can spot if any unauthorized breaks have been taken – She allows none. Not for teabreaks, fagbreaks, spliff breaks or for calls of nature. All copy and paste functions are disabled by the program – each line has to be typed, no way ‘round it. When the task is completed, the program advises accordingly and the report is generated. The report is then copied to Notepad and is sent back to Ma’am via email. Ma’am can then view the report and the program on Her PC will validate that the report has or has not been tampered with or amended any way. I had been advised at the time of the offence that it would be a 200 line punishment but it wasn’t until I loaded and opened the task what the line to be typed would be. That was a little after 10pm. I was already feeling tired and fatigued by what had been a long day. My heart sank when the line displayed on the screen. In all honesty, part of me wanted to switch off the PC there and then – take the seemingly easy way out and email Ma’am apologies, for i knew that there was very little chance of me managing to complete the task before nodding off at the keyboard in the small hours. After a nano-second of careful consideration, i opted not to take that route and instead, embark on the task and see it for the guiding but punitive discipline that it was. I had a go, a real go, but fatigue did get the better of me.The concentration drained out of me, my mind wandered uncontrollably and things seemingly started to move about on the screen. I gave up, cancelled the task and generated the report to send back to Ma’am. I would have to start all over again the following evening after work. Heres a copy of the report generated from this failed attempt.
Text : Ma'am does not appreciate a lapse in memory, and retention loss will not be tolerated. i slave emenac, will never ever forget the importance of pleasing my Ma'am, & remembering Her every command and instruction.
Hide text : no
Reverse text : no
Distractions : occasionally
Start time: 2010/1/19 22:07:54
Duration : 3 hour(s) 15 minute(s) 25 second(s)
Typed submissions : 118
Faulty submissions : 15
Longest breaks between two submissions :
2 minute(s) 35 second(s) from 01:20:45 to 01:23:20
2 minute(s) 25 second(s) from 22:49:47 to 22:52:12
2 minute(s) 11 second(s) from 22:11:45 to 22:13:56
That done, i crawled into bed feeling crushed, deflated and totally drained at 1.30am, 19 hours after getting up. The alarm was going to go off aagain in less than 5 hours time to get me up for the drive into work. Despite my fatigue, i was feeling totally wired and i lay awake until past 2.30.
Wed 20th and the alarm sounds again. Less than 4 hours sleep. Feeling as knackered as i was a few hours earlier. Off to work, back from work at 5pm. I start the task again about 6ish. It takes well over four hours to complete but in the end i managed it and sent the report off to Ma’am.
Text : Ma'am does not appreciate a lapse in memory, and retention loss will not be tolerated. i slave emenac, will never ever forget the importance of pleasing my Ma'am, & remembering Her every command and instruction.
Hide text : no
Reverse text : no
Distractions : occasionally
Start time: 2010/1/20 18:07:15
Duration : 4 hour(s) 17 minute(s) 9 second(s)
Typed submissions : 218
Faulty submissions : 6
Longest breaks between two submissions :
3 minute(s) 23 second(s) from 22:09:49 to 22:13:12
3 minute(s) 16 second(s) from 20:56:56 to 21:00:12
3 minute(s) 3 second(s) from 22:04:05 to 22:07:08
D7805CE16D24AAC789797C59D9CCEB68
Note that each faulty line submitted was punished by adding an extra 3 lines to be to the original total of 200.
So you see – a Mistress/slave relationship is not just about boot worship, tittilating chats and play sessions. Sometimes it can be hard work and truely punitive but it will teach you to remember the iron when instructed. Anyway, Ma’am was pleased with my efforts but not amused by the late completion. For that, She advised, i was to be given a punishment caning and a ginger figging on my next visit. I had a few days to think about that but before that happened, i had a lovely treat in store and that tale will be told in my next installment.
pervy1 aka slave emenac
Monday, 18 January 2010
Busy week ahead
One way or another, life is very busy here at the moment. So busy in fact that i've only just this minute finished my chores for the evening which included oven cleaning and folding Partner S's laundry away after having washed and tumble dryed it. Its 9.30pm.
After last weeks rather harsh application of the sjambok, my bottom has recovered very quickly - just 5 or 6 scabbed-over cuts remaining visible. Naturally this fast healing process only serves to accelerate my next appointment of being strapped securely across Ma'ams bench ready for my next thrashing. Ma'am has made it crystal clear to me that my bottom will be striped for Her pleasure on a constant basis. As one set of marks fade, they will be replaced with fresh ones. Ma'am has set a target of working towards and achieving a 1000 (yes, thats one thousand!) stroke caning to be administered in the course of a single days servitude. That will be an intense day indeed lol.
Theres a lot happening for me this week. i am summoned to serve Ma'am on Tuesday and Wednesday evening and tomorrow i will be presenting Her with a corset as Ma'am plans to introduce corset discipline into my regime. The corset actually belongs to Partner S but is no longer required by Her. It is a good fit for me and if Ma'am is happy then W/we plan to have it modified somewhat so that it will serve as a more punitive disciplinary garment than for what it was originally designed for. More details about this as things progress.
Thursday is my birthday. Last year i was rather depressed about reaching 50 but a year on i have no such reservations about being another year older. Somehow, 51 does not seem so daunting. i am blessed with having 2 wonderful Ladies to serve and keep me in line. On friday, Ma'am is taking both Partner S and myself out for dinner. W/we will celebrate both Partner S's and my birthdays, and also my 100th day of chastity to Ma'am. Most importantly, Ma'am and Partner S will have plenty of opportunity to get to know each other better and make plans for slaves 2010 regime. Partner S, who knows me very well indeed, will be alerting Ma'am to all my residual faults and norty ways habits to enable Ma'am to apply her special brands of corrective therapy to the areas where i need to improve. It promises to be a wonderful evening but i think there will be some moments when i will be positively squirming as all is revealed. Partner S rather enjoys a subtle bit of public humiliation and has threatened to ration me to a glass of water and a single bread roll to chew on for the evening whilst Her and Ma'am delight in partaking the fine foods and wines on offer all evening.
So, all in all, plenty to be getting on with. And there is still the figging to come. God, i'd almost forgotten about that! Bet Ma'am hasn't tho!
After last weeks rather harsh application of the sjambok, my bottom has recovered very quickly - just 5 or 6 scabbed-over cuts remaining visible. Naturally this fast healing process only serves to accelerate my next appointment of being strapped securely across Ma'ams bench ready for my next thrashing. Ma'am has made it crystal clear to me that my bottom will be striped for Her pleasure on a constant basis. As one set of marks fade, they will be replaced with fresh ones. Ma'am has set a target of working towards and achieving a 1000 (yes, thats one thousand!) stroke caning to be administered in the course of a single days servitude. That will be an intense day indeed lol.
Theres a lot happening for me this week. i am summoned to serve Ma'am on Tuesday and Wednesday evening and tomorrow i will be presenting Her with a corset as Ma'am plans to introduce corset discipline into my regime. The corset actually belongs to Partner S but is no longer required by Her. It is a good fit for me and if Ma'am is happy then W/we plan to have it modified somewhat so that it will serve as a more punitive disciplinary garment than for what it was originally designed for. More details about this as things progress.
Thursday is my birthday. Last year i was rather depressed about reaching 50 but a year on i have no such reservations about being another year older. Somehow, 51 does not seem so daunting. i am blessed with having 2 wonderful Ladies to serve and keep me in line. On friday, Ma'am is taking both Partner S and myself out for dinner. W/we will celebrate both Partner S's and my birthdays, and also my 100th day of chastity to Ma'am. Most importantly, Ma'am and Partner S will have plenty of opportunity to get to know each other better and make plans for slaves 2010 regime. Partner S, who knows me very well indeed, will be alerting Ma'am to all my residual faults and norty ways habits to enable Ma'am to apply her special brands of corrective therapy to the areas where i need to improve. It promises to be a wonderful evening but i think there will be some moments when i will be positively squirming as all is revealed. Partner S rather enjoys a subtle bit of public humiliation and has threatened to ration me to a glass of water and a single bread roll to chew on for the evening whilst Her and Ma'am delight in partaking the fine foods and wines on offer all evening.
So, all in all, plenty to be getting on with. And there is still the figging to come. God, i'd almost forgotten about that! Bet Ma'am hasn't tho!
Thursday, 14 January 2010
First day back pt2
Within minutes of yesterdays very ouchy palm strapping, i was tightly secured across the worlds most comfy caning bench. i quickly forgot about my stinging hands because i knew i needed to focus all my mental strength and concentration to get through what was about to come over the following 30 mins or so. Until yesterday, i had never taken more than 20 or 30 strokes from Ma'ams sjambok in one session before. This was quite a step up to the hundred i was about to receive. i had been thinking about it virtually non-stop for a few days. Ma'am enjoys notifying me days in advance of impending discipline, designed to excite and frustrate Her chaste slave, and also to put that little bit of worry and fear into him for the days prior to the event. Fear or no fear - restrained there as i was on that bench, i wouldn't have swopped places with anyone. There i was, at the mercy of this incredibly sadistic, sexy Lady who looked so resplendant in Her fetching outfit, about to be taken to new heights of endurance. Her sjambok is so much severer than any cane i've ever experienced. Quite short, no thicker than an average cane and tapering slightly down its length, and slightly flexible, the sjambok lands with both thud and an intense, penetrating and burning sting. Each stroke sizzles away merrily beneath the surface for quite some time - certainly more than a cane does. And it is very, very penetrating. i saw Ma'am use it on a sub at the Luxe Femdom party a couple of months back. An experienced player, he took 25 from it and i could tell from his body jerks after each stroke that he really felt every single one of them. They weren't full force either.
Ma'am has used Her sjambok on me over the last 3 months, gradually raising the bar in both the number of strokes given and the force with which they are applied. i have learned to get my head in the correct space to absorb and dare i say it, embrace Her strokes and a i lay there in that headspace whilst She adjusted the camera angle, my worries and fears evaporated. As i looked forward to the wall in front of me, the powerful lighting cast a wonderful shadow of Ma'am, Her sjambok tapping gently across the centre of my COLD cheeks taking aim. Wow!
The first couple of strokes were somewhat less than full force but these were to be the only ones. The third landed considerably harder and by the fifth, Ma'am was really getting into Her swing. There was ample time allowed between the strokes for the afterburns to be felt and by the time She got to twenty my endorphins were beginning to flow. The next ten strokes felt fierce and wonderful. After a short breather at 30, Ma'am informed me that strokes 31-50 were going to be delivered with no breaks. The pleasureable feelings i felt of the previous 10 were now replaced with a rising cresendo of pain and i was glad to get to 50. This rapid volley of strokes fuelled my endorphins even more and when Ma'am reverted back to spacing strokes 51-70, my masochistic bottom was having the time of its life. It wriggled in pleasure and was ripe for having its limits pushed further. i know how Ma'am takes genuine pleasure in having a subject to cane at quite extreme force and that, given the proper setting, i am able to endure those extra special strokes. The bottom wriggle serves to let Her know when i am in that zone and to encourage to take Her pleasure to the max. So, strokes 71-100 were quite special. Arm drawn right back, sjambok over Her shoulder before homing in on my bruised, welted cheeks. An additional stroke was added at the end and it was all over. The camera was stopped and some still shots taken of the picture Ma'am had painted. Spacing nicely, i mused aloud that i probably wouldn't even feel a cane now. So Ma'am gave me 15 of some of the most hardest strokes i've ever received. The bruises and welts were now supplemented with 7 cuts and i've had numerous reminders of those every time i've sat down since. As those strokes landed, i felt my own blood droplets spray onto my thighs like a warm mist. i always worry more that Ma'ams blouse might get spattered. Then i really would be in trouble lol
Ma'am gave me Her loving aftercare, patched me up in less than a minute and by the time i showered after arriving home, what weeping there was had stopped. my bottom is already well on the road to recovery - such cute and resilient buttocks as Ma'am always says. So, although i was temporarily spared of the planned ginger figging, today i am sitting gingerly you could say. i have to admit, i can hardly wait to see the footage of the whole event. i have gigabytes of hard CP footage and i do have a passion for watching a skilled and sadistic Lady thrash the skin off a males bottom. It will be a new and interesting experience watching the footage knowing that it was me on the receiving end.
Thank You Ma'am for applying Your discipline with great skill and judgement. i know it will always hurt, but i can always trust implicity that it will be applied safely and correctly. Wonderful Ma'am!
Ma'am has used Her sjambok on me over the last 3 months, gradually raising the bar in both the number of strokes given and the force with which they are applied. i have learned to get my head in the correct space to absorb and dare i say it, embrace Her strokes and a i lay there in that headspace whilst She adjusted the camera angle, my worries and fears evaporated. As i looked forward to the wall in front of me, the powerful lighting cast a wonderful shadow of Ma'am, Her sjambok tapping gently across the centre of my COLD cheeks taking aim. Wow!
The first couple of strokes were somewhat less than full force but these were to be the only ones. The third landed considerably harder and by the fifth, Ma'am was really getting into Her swing. There was ample time allowed between the strokes for the afterburns to be felt and by the time She got to twenty my endorphins were beginning to flow. The next ten strokes felt fierce and wonderful. After a short breather at 30, Ma'am informed me that strokes 31-50 were going to be delivered with no breaks. The pleasureable feelings i felt of the previous 10 were now replaced with a rising cresendo of pain and i was glad to get to 50. This rapid volley of strokes fuelled my endorphins even more and when Ma'am reverted back to spacing strokes 51-70, my masochistic bottom was having the time of its life. It wriggled in pleasure and was ripe for having its limits pushed further. i know how Ma'am takes genuine pleasure in having a subject to cane at quite extreme force and that, given the proper setting, i am able to endure those extra special strokes. The bottom wriggle serves to let Her know when i am in that zone and to encourage to take Her pleasure to the max. So, strokes 71-100 were quite special. Arm drawn right back, sjambok over Her shoulder before homing in on my bruised, welted cheeks. An additional stroke was added at the end and it was all over. The camera was stopped and some still shots taken of the picture Ma'am had painted. Spacing nicely, i mused aloud that i probably wouldn't even feel a cane now. So Ma'am gave me 15 of some of the most hardest strokes i've ever received. The bruises and welts were now supplemented with 7 cuts and i've had numerous reminders of those every time i've sat down since. As those strokes landed, i felt my own blood droplets spray onto my thighs like a warm mist. i always worry more that Ma'ams blouse might get spattered. Then i really would be in trouble lol
Ma'am gave me Her loving aftercare, patched me up in less than a minute and by the time i showered after arriving home, what weeping there was had stopped. my bottom is already well on the road to recovery - such cute and resilient buttocks as Ma'am always says. So, although i was temporarily spared of the planned ginger figging, today i am sitting gingerly you could say. i have to admit, i can hardly wait to see the footage of the whole event. i have gigabytes of hard CP footage and i do have a passion for watching a skilled and sadistic Lady thrash the skin off a males bottom. It will be a new and interesting experience watching the footage knowing that it was me on the receiving end.
Thank You Ma'am for applying Your discipline with great skill and judgement. i know it will always hurt, but i can always trust implicity that it will be applied safely and correctly. Wonderful Ma'am!
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
First day back..
So, after almost four weeks, i found myself back at Ma'ams Lair, having been let off work an hour early because of the weather. My servitude had alreay started a few hours earlier when Ma'am tasked me with using part of my lunch hour to go shopping for (and i choose my words delicately here) a pack of items that a Lady requires during a particular phase of the monthly lunar cycle. There i was one minute, in my warm cosy car listening to smokers chillout music, the next trudging through the slushy snow to go through all manner of squirming embarrassment aquiring these urgently needed essentials from the local Costcutter around the corner. Ma'am was about to call me just as i called Her to confirm my visit later. Yes, i was required but i hadn't bargained to be sent shopping. Not having a clue about these things i wondered whether i had enough money on me to pay cash so not prolonging my ordeal at the counter using my debit card. i had seven quid in cash - luckily they cost a lot less and i was able to tender the exact amount required to the smiling, headscarved Muslim girl behind the counter. She slowly slipped the brightly coloured and illustrated box into a bag as an orderly queue of rubbernecked customers formed behind me. i took the bag and made a hurried traipse back to my car.
i arrived at Ma'ams and within seconds my eyes were on stalks as i instantly fell in love with Her steeply angled A-line bob. She did a bit of a twirl to reveal Her exposed and equisite nape, which to me is one of the sexiest parts of a Ladys anatomy. Absolutely stunning i thought, and said so. Ma'am was going to be busy for a while and i was left to get on with some chores that She had set me to do. So on with cleaning kitchen and bathroom, washing-up, unravelling and seperating miles of knotted together electrics leads, and a new task - washing down outside of Her white PVC entrance door. Also on the list was my ironing chore pressing Ma'ams blouses. i hadn't bought the iron with me. Never gave it a thought - too much on my mind you see. i was informed that the planned ginger figging would be put back to my next summons this coming Friday. A relief in one way but another two days to prey on my mind. The hand strapping and daunting appointment with Her sjambok were most certainly going to happen though and ninety minutes later the video camera was rolling and i was presenting my outstretched upturned palms about to receive the first of 35 strokes from Her tawse. Ma'am studied the comments that Partner S had written for Her in "the book" requesting She addressed and dealt with one or two instances of bad behaviour here at home. i could offer no excuses and the strapping began. The first two strokes weren't too bad but the third was searing and from that point there was no road back. The stinging built to a cresendo by the tenth and i was allowed the briefest of rests before the next batch began. i became aware of a fast moving stream of sweat running down either side of my torso. Ma'am noted i was dribbling precum out of my CB. i have to maintain the position of outstreched palms the whole time as there is a specific rule to do so as decreed by my strict and wonderful, (and bobbed!) Disciplinarian. Even during the intervals i was allowed a very brief rest . My arms began to ache. There is a severe punishment reserved for breaking this rule so i have to do my utmost to adhere to it. Discipline within discipline, layer upon layer. A strict, severe regime - the only way for me says Ma'am. But, i managed to get all the way through the ordeal without moving this time, thanks to the enthusiastic training given by Ma'am over the past three months. Thank You Ma'am, You are a wonderful tutor Despite my stoicism, my palms were well reddened and throbbing away merrily. As i knelt to the floor to thank Ma'am there was a rush of heat as my palms made contact with the floor. It was nothing to the heat i was about to feel a few minutes later - yes it was sjambok time! And that, i will write about tomorrow.
i arrived at Ma'ams and within seconds my eyes were on stalks as i instantly fell in love with Her steeply angled A-line bob. She did a bit of a twirl to reveal Her exposed and equisite nape, which to me is one of the sexiest parts of a Ladys anatomy. Absolutely stunning i thought, and said so. Ma'am was going to be busy for a while and i was left to get on with some chores that She had set me to do. So on with cleaning kitchen and bathroom, washing-up, unravelling and seperating miles of knotted together electrics leads, and a new task - washing down outside of Her white PVC entrance door. Also on the list was my ironing chore pressing Ma'ams blouses. i hadn't bought the iron with me. Never gave it a thought - too much on my mind you see. i was informed that the planned ginger figging would be put back to my next summons this coming Friday. A relief in one way but another two days to prey on my mind. The hand strapping and daunting appointment with Her sjambok were most certainly going to happen though and ninety minutes later the video camera was rolling and i was presenting my outstretched upturned palms about to receive the first of 35 strokes from Her tawse. Ma'am studied the comments that Partner S had written for Her in "the book" requesting She addressed and dealt with one or two instances of bad behaviour here at home. i could offer no excuses and the strapping began. The first two strokes weren't too bad but the third was searing and from that point there was no road back. The stinging built to a cresendo by the tenth and i was allowed the briefest of rests before the next batch began. i became aware of a fast moving stream of sweat running down either side of my torso. Ma'am noted i was dribbling precum out of my CB. i have to maintain the position of outstreched palms the whole time as there is a specific rule to do so as decreed by my strict and wonderful, (and bobbed!) Disciplinarian. Even during the intervals i was allowed a very brief rest . My arms began to ache. There is a severe punishment reserved for breaking this rule so i have to do my utmost to adhere to it. Discipline within discipline, layer upon layer. A strict, severe regime - the only way for me says Ma'am. But, i managed to get all the way through the ordeal without moving this time, thanks to the enthusiastic training given by Ma'am over the past three months. Thank You Ma'am, You are a wonderful tutor Despite my stoicism, my palms were well reddened and throbbing away merrily. As i knelt to the floor to thank Ma'am there was a rush of heat as my palms made contact with the floor. It was nothing to the heat i was about to feel a few minutes later - yes it was sjambok time! And that, i will write about tomorrow.
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
Into the 90's
Into the ninetys now. Just 10 more days and i'll have the hundred up. Ma'am will be pleased
Tomorow is nearly here and i can barely contain my excitement at seeing Ma'am and receiving Her marks again. It will be intense and it will be filmed.
And i can hardly wait to see Her warm smile again, to hear Her call me slave again. To have chit chat, to adore Her new look. So much to look forward to
Tomorow is nearly here and i can barely contain my excitement at seeing Ma'am and receiving Her marks again. It will be intense and it will be filmed.
And i can hardly wait to see Her warm smile again, to hear Her call me slave again. To have chit chat, to adore Her new look. So much to look forward to
Monday, 11 January 2010
Up and coming... but not cumming!
Chastity day 89 - oh the frustration, you would not believe! There is so much going on in my mind again today. First and foremost is the thought of seeing Ma'am for the first time this year this coming Wednesday. What a prospect - i was drooling at Her pic earlier showing off Her new gorgeous bob hairstyle. And i have the lovely, sensual task of trimming Her fringe But aside from that i 'm also going to receive my first thrashing of the year. Not that i have done anything to displease Her to merit 100 full force strokes from Her sjambok (no warmup!). But Ma'am has a lot of pentup Sadism to release and one of my roles as Her personal slave is to provide a receptive subject and target for Her sadistic pleasure. Ma'am would also say it is for my discipline of course, for my own good and She would be right. W/we have discussed discipline on many levels over the last few months and W/we both agree that a varied, continuous and intense regime is best and would serve both O/our needs well. As well as my appointment with Her sjambok, i'm also to receive 30 excruciatingly painful strokes of Her tawse across the palms of my hands. All this garnished with a ginger figging - something which i am absolutely dreading. Partner S once gave me a figging to make a 30 minute cornertime punishment more punitive - within a minute or two i was pleading my safeword as the burning sensation breached my usual stoic defences. Thankfully it was plucked out there and then. One thing is certain - there will be no such softness shown when Ma'am administers this cruel form of discipline. The ginger will be left inserted to run its full course. i would advise Her to keep a gag handy - things may get rather noisy! Come the day - and it won't be long now - i think the sh*t will have been outed in the hours before my visit just thinking about it!
i will be taking my report book along on wednesday for Ma'ams inspection and input. The report book is the medium Ma'am and Partner S use to communicate. Partner S will provide a list of possible dates for a planned real life meeting with Ma'am so to get to know one and other real life. W/we plan a nice meal out together and there will be ample opportunity for Ma'am to hear firsthand about my occasional nortiness at home! i fear there will be a lot of new rules and standing orders to be adhered to as a result of those chats i have to admit, i am not the perfect sub here at home and there are things that need working on. i learn best when i'm taught the hard way and there are plenty of things that need ironing out and Ma'am is my perfect tutor. And speaking of ironing.. A new duty for 2010 will be the introduction of ironing Ma'ams blouses. i have virtually no experience of ironing except watching another Woman do it. How long does a blouse take to iron? About 2 hours with this inexperienced slave. There will be some tuition needed here i have no doubt! What next, Partner S's bed sheets eeekkk!!!
i will be taking my report book along on wednesday for Ma'ams inspection and input. The report book is the medium Ma'am and Partner S use to communicate. Partner S will provide a list of possible dates for a planned real life meeting with Ma'am so to get to know one and other real life. W/we plan a nice meal out together and there will be ample opportunity for Ma'am to hear firsthand about my occasional nortiness at home! i fear there will be a lot of new rules and standing orders to be adhered to as a result of those chats i have to admit, i am not the perfect sub here at home and there are things that need working on. i learn best when i'm taught the hard way and there are plenty of things that need ironing out and Ma'am is my perfect tutor. And speaking of ironing.. A new duty for 2010 will be the introduction of ironing Ma'ams blouses. i have virtually no experience of ironing except watching another Woman do it. How long does a blouse take to iron? About 2 hours with this inexperienced slave. There will be some tuition needed here i have no doubt! What next, Partner S's bed sheets eeekkk!!!
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