Strictly Cum Caning

Strictly come dancing is my favourite show. He had taken to enjoy it of late because he used the time to ensure I practiced my oral skills, sucking, licking and tending to him while he stroked my hair. Today’s Saturday entertainment was different. It didn’t quite have the same relaxed feel. 

He had bought a new bolero straightjacket that was open at the front, framing my rather large chest perfectly. It applied the posture collars for good measure, along with a rather humiliating bone shaped harness gag. He sat me right in front of the tv, not before plugging my ass with the electric probe. Legs and top of collar tied to the chair, I was soon immobile. 

He started by shocking my ass, lightly first, then ramping it up. Between ass shocks he caned my tits. I was unable to wriggle, move or shout and him, just moan and whimper behind my gag. It was rather extreme. I went from stings on my tits to my ass being on fire because of the electricity. My eyes started to roll into the back of my head. 

I begged and pleased to have the plug out. He agreed as long as he could properly practice with his cane. I agreed, I think by this stage I would have agreed to pretty much anything. I was close to done! The issue with breasts is, there are two. He love symmetry so what happens to one has to happen to the other. Three strokes on each. With the really nasty dragon cane. Fuck I hate the dragon cane. He loves it of course. The pain seared through my body, the last stroke sent me reeling. I didn’t know how to process the pain. When I was eventually untied I was shaky and weak, but then started to soar as he stroked me better. 

The problem is I have no idea what happened on Strictly that night! 

Sir’s rules

I have some rules, they are to be obeyed at all times. I am getting to grips with them but keep messing up. I don’t mean to, I am just careless and forget sometimes, my dominant independent woman side takes over and it lands me in a heap of trouble and pain. 

1. I must not say ‘can I!’ Instead must say ‘may I?’

2. I must not fart in His presence

3. I must not cum without permission 

4. I must never finish my food before Him (or start eating before Him) 

5. I must always follow His instructions 

There are consequences to breaking these rules, if there are general infractions then I get a caning. No warm up, just a hard and fierce cane. If I fart my ass hole gets electrocuted, and it really hurts let me tell you. If I start eating without permission I have my food taken away. If I finish before him I have corner time. If I cum without permission... not sure what happens there but I am sure it is going to be unenjoyable! 

I am making every effort to be a better sub, not there yet but I will keep you posted as to my developments! I am lucky to have such a fantastic Master, who is patiently training me, it’s a bonus he loves dolling our punishments! 

Too long

I feel like I have neglected this little part of my life. I need to blog more. This will be a solid New Years resolution. The main issue about my lack of blogging is because, instead of the old single days where I got one play session about every month so HAD to blog about it, I get to live kink. It is now part of my life. I live in bondage, have daily tasks, often am on my knees and regularly get the best sex of my life. So it is not noteworthy, it is just my life. And I love it. 

I have recently had some rather extreme experiences which I will blog about separately, but in the mean time, know that I make a promise to log my escapades and will certainly try harder! I wouldn’t want another caning for not trying hard enough now would I?!