We had an unexpected weekend to play with. I had cancelled plans as I needed to rest and work and recharge. He had other ideas. After a late lunch and some recovery drink from my disastrous hangover we made our way back home. His place is quickly becoming home for me now. I have a few drawers, some hanging space in the wardrobe and my collar and tether are quickly put on when I arrive into the flat. It is a ritual that doesn’t require words now. I strip, take off all my jewellery and kneel and wait for him to attach my steel collar around my neck. This is attached to a long tether that can go the length of the flat but no further. It makes me feel owned, I love the feeling when he puts it around my neck and screws in the bolt. It is such an intimate action that immediately takes away some of my vanilla self and reminds me of my place.
He had been goading me and fucking with my head all day. His head fuck of the day was foot caning, otherwise known as bastinado. He sent me hideous articles around the thing, which sounds truly horrific. I maintain I am no masochist (although he tells me he finds that doubtful) – I sometimes enjoy a spanking but can’t cope with high levels of pain. This foot torture chat was really getting to me, which was of course his aim.
Not long after being home he had me get into position. This is with my ass in the air and face touching the ground. He has recently taken to edging me and enjoyed not letting me cum, making me repeat my mantra of ‘No Excuses, No Cumming!’ when I am really close.
Then it was time for some well deserved punishment. He got three of his favourite paddles out. He warmed me up and without any restrains started to beat my ass. I wiggled and moved and cried out in pain but I was determined not to safeword. I took it, with varying levels of compliance - the bruises are coming out nicely. He also had me lie down with my body straight and nose touching the ground - it is a stress position and hard to maintain for long periods. The mind fuckery and beatings continued. He set up the bondage bed. I had not been back on the bondage bed for some time, since we first tried it all those months ago. He first attached a gag and muzzle, this thing is soft leather with a gag attached. It laces up at the back and covers the bottom half of my face with straps going over my nose and head. The gag is effective but no too strenuous so it can be worn for long periods. Wearing a gag always puts me in the right space, immediately taking away the power of speech and making me feel humiliated and controlled. Perfect.
He tied me to the bed with leather belts and ratchet straps! I was very quickly completely immobile. The he began to pussy whip me, with his leather flogger. He let go, whacking me again and again and I couldn’t move an inch. This was my first time I used my safeword, but wouldn’t be the last of the weekend. The pussy whipping hurt. Next came the caning of my breasts. Another safeword called as one struck my nipple, the pain seared through my whole body and wouldn’t dull. Next it was time for wax play as he really wanted to explore that with me properly. There wasn’t really a lot I could do about it. The wax stung and burnt my tender skin, particularly where I had just been whipped. The dripping was relentless but I was determined not to safeword this time. I could show him how strong I was, I really wanted to show that to him.
Finally he stopped and got out his wand. After a whole day of being edged and denied I came, it ripped through my body and completely took my breath away. What a release.
I was fairly wobbly after that, so we went to bed, not before he attached the chain from his bed frame to my collar - this is how I sleep now.
The next day brought domesticity; cooking, hanging an new mirror, I caught up on work and then soon got restless. I had been restless all day, therefore generally being difficult and disobedient, until he had enough. It was time for torture. Back to my position, but this time he didn’t get a whip or cane. He brought his electric zapper. My most hated of toys. Once that thing touched chains that were attaching me to the bed and ripped though the chain and my whole body. I am terrified of that thing. He started to touch me with it, telling me that if I moved an inch I would get zapped on my ass, in my ass. After a while of this I had to safeword, I just couldn’t take the head fucks and was so scared he would zap me. He never did.
I needed water so went to the kitchen to find some. He had me kneel on the ground there and decided it was time to attach my collar to the massive motorcycle chain secured to the radiator. Kindly he put the heating on, as being naked it was started to get chilly. I wasn’t going anywhere. I wanted out, I may have moaned and begged a little too much so he gagged me. Then he caned me, the he fucked some more with my head. After this I lay quietly, on his kitchen floor, gagged and attached to the radiator. I floated. He lay next to me and rubbed me. There is no better place than being in a spoon with him. His touch was so welcome and sent me into a submissive trance-like state. Eventually he untied me, he cooked me a most delicious roast meal and we chatted, enjoyed each other’s company and discussed all things kink... which is when he got this look in his eye. I knew it meant the weekend was not over for me quite yet.
