This week I paid a woman (not my Princess) to torture me and make me suck on something every now and then. I only whined a bit, didn’t safe word, and only teared up from the pain a couple of times. Yes, you’re right, it was a trip to the dentist for a teeth cleaning with that water pick. There was no fun involved, or at least not for me!
I took a few days off from my corporate job this week to relax at home. Instead, it has been a week of significantly increased slavery from my dominant wife Princess. On Monday she was home with me most of the day and it seemed like every 10-15 minutes she was clapping her hand for me to run and fetch her water, fetch her blanket (which was 5 feet away from her), give her sex, rub her feet, do some semi-legit chore, fill her water, etc. It doesn’t really seem fair because I want to relax.
Lol ok that last sentence was stupid, I’m loving it. If I didn’t have to work most days I would be all over 24/7 slavery, and I’m not just saying that because my Princess is keeping me chaste since last Thursday, pushing me out (several times) when she is done with me as she laughs at my distress. Ok and you can go ahead and get rid of that “if I didn’t have to work” statement.
In addition to having my own enjoyment and fulfillment as her slave, my Princess really seems to enjoy not only the knowledge and fact that I will never say no to her but also that I am making her life easier not just with the tiny fun stuff but also in general, not to mention all of the worship she receives. She even implemented a couple more rules lately: whenever she gives me a command the response “Yes” or “Yeah” is not sufficient and I must reply “Yes, Princess”; and a particular blanket needs to be situated in a particular way in my room for her to sit on the couch next to me (I’m bad at remembering about the blanket and have already received a couple of mild funishments with the stick on my behind, I’ll try to do much better going forward).
Sleeping in is one of the benefits of taking a day off work but one morning after my Princess put her feet in my face for a few minutes while we were still in bed (our wonderful routine most days), she ripped the covers off me at 7:00am and told me to get up and make her coffee. What? I seriously can’t just lie here and try to get back to sleep? Of course I didn’t say that out loud, I wasn’t born yesterday! I made the coffee and went back to bed, but I couldn’t fall back to sleep.
One other morning she waited until 8:00am (I would have probably stayed in bed until 9 or so) before telling me to go drive her car to the gas station to fill the tank with gas and then drive to the store with the list we had prepared yesterday. Yes, Princess.
And I’m not allowed to nap at all this week, she wants me to be tired at bedtime instead of my somewhat usual semi-insomnia.
What is my reward? I get the privilege of being her slave. No really, that is my reward and I love it.
I am my Princess’ slave but I am also a slave to our dynamic. I read about Domestic Discipline and while that seems cool, I don’t obey because of fear of pain I obey because I do not want our dynamic to suffer. When my Princess tells me “Clean the bathroom today” I don’t even dream of saying no because a) I am her slave, and b) I truly want to be her slave and if I said no or otherwise willfully disobeyed that could and probably would hurt our dynamic which is about the last thing I want to do. So I am a slave both to my Princess and to our dynamic, and those are very powerful chains.
She also likes having me as her dolly. A few nights ago she had seen a few pictures on FetLife and wanted to re-create them so she pulled me into her bathroom and pulled out a small tub of goo. She took my hand and started pushing it into the goo. It was some sort of wax, quite warm but not too hot, and the wax encased my hand before hardening, to be peeled off by her not in any painful way. It supposedly makes the skin smoothe (?). Hey, whatever floats your boat, Princess.
But that’s not what floated her boat. She placed the tub on the edge of the bathtub and told me to straddle the tub so my groin was above it. Really? You can’t seriously want to … yes she did. She had me lower myself and then she dunked my junk in the wax. Owww that’s hot, I’m sensitive there! Yeah, that got me nothing, except the utter joy of whining, and she kept dunking me several times ouch.
She was giggling the entire time while playing with her dolly. She knew that before BDSM entered our lives over a year ago I would have complained “No, that’s too yucky, I’m not doing that, waa waaa waaa.” I can still complain/whine now but “no” means “whatever you want, Princess” which means she does whatever the heck she wants.
She also painted my toenails a deep shade of red, and giggles from time to time lately as she sees me.
Speaking of whining, my friend selkie (whose partial life story is linked at the top of this blog page) told me about an experience she had. Apparently, if a BDSM slave like us whines enough the waaaambulance comes and takes you away, and you do not get comfort and some recompense for your suffering, you get only more suffering.
(Between you and me, I think this is fiction. selkie gave me permission to post it.)
“I called the wambulance, which took me to St Barfolomews Hospital for the Further Abuse of Slaves, which allowed visits from Dominants only AND they provide their own canes, whips handcuffs and belts. All hospital beds are situated in oversized rooms with lots of seating so that the docs and nurses and even other patients can witness supervised visits by Dominants. It was the pits. The food was well below standard and served in dirty dog dishes, and the sheets were made out of burlap. The hospital gowns opened in the front as well as the back, and they were made out of burlap too, and say POTATOES in big black letters. So instead of calling us patients because we’re human beings, my doctorcalled me ”french fry” cause of my maiden name.
And don’t even get me started on the straight jackets they make you wear, even if your not crazy. They do twice a day colonoscopies, one in the morning and one at night (and sometimes right after lunch!) I tried to tell them that colon cancer isn’t in my family history, but they didn’t listen. They insisted that Master said it did but I think they just like doing that sort of thing to defenceless slaves. I think that the nurses and docs at St Barfolomews Hospital for the Further Abuse of Slaves don’t really have our good health at heart. They’re stethoscopes are always kept in freezers and they always apply them to the wrong places to listen for a heart-beat, and instead of wheeling you nicely down the corridors after your stressful colonoscopies, they give you a shove and just let you go, bouncing and crashing into doors, walls and other patients. And there’s nothing you can do about that because your always strapped down, you know? Strapped down in all that scratchy burlap!”
I know that my Princess would never subject me to all of that horror but just in case I better go lighter on the whining. On the other hand, at least the place seems exciting?
It must be tough on an Owner to apply discipline when their slave is such a glutton for pain and humiliation lol.
Last night my Princess and I had our second visit to Mr. S. which is a BDSM and leather store. She whacked me a couple of times with several different implements sold in the store. My pants were thick so I didn’t really feel anything on my behind but when she whacked my back or my bare arm it hurt a lot, even though she wouldn’t whack all that hard. Being a weenie, I couldn’t help but jump away and the attendants in the store must have been laughing at how wimpy I was, though I did manage to avoid whining or yelping out loud.
A bit later as we were walking through the store I felt really silly about having jumped around earlier and I felt bad that we didn’t spend much time in the impact section so I asked my Princess if we could go back and I would be a good boy and stand still. She said yes and while I did manage to stay still, my Princess couldn’t help but laugh at the silly face I was making as I concentrated on willing myself not to move.
They had a whole lot interesting toys. I tried to avoid watching the big screen TVs as they were showing a video on sounding (omg get my eyes away from the screen!).
In the store there were some small floggers which I thought were for beginners but the strands whipped across my arm and they turned out to be stings of tiny beads, somewhat hard. Ouch! Very stingy on my back, too. My Princess particularly liked one whippy flexible and thin cane which really hurt on my back. We have a thin stick at home similar to the cane except the stick we have is not particularly flexible. She tried a 1 foot long whip on my back and I guess from her perspective it didn’t seem to have much force but it really stung my back like a whip. My Princess also picked up a small flogger which said it was for CBT but fortunately for me only tried it on my arm. I think there were other implements but I lost track.
She also tried a smallish single tail on me and if used with some force I could see where that would have me screaming quite easily. Actually, most of those implements could have me screaming in time. She picked up a solid thick billy club but only threatened me with that (I think I would have run away if she meant to whack me with that!).
With each implement she only whacked me a handful of times. I can only imagine if I had to suffer through a session with any of those implements in front of others, like at the store. Mmmmm, yes I actually can imagine. 😉
Anywho, we moved on to the hoods and while I had never tried one on, they fascinate me. To have my head encased completely in a hood seems exciting. My Princess asked if I would like to try one on and being shy at heart my first reaction was no but then maybe and then yes yes yes please. She asked an attendant for help.
We chose a thin material hood with a hole for the mouth (I was afraid to go all out for my first try) and the attendant had me sit down while he and I put the hood over my face. Hmm, that is quite constricting! I could see where one would feel trapped in this. But then he zipped it up the back, very quickly I might add (!), and I had a rush-zoom of feeling trapped. That thing was practically squeezing my head! I could breathe fine through the mouth hole so I didn’t freak out even one iota and I could still mostly hear but I couldn’t see. My Princess told me later that she was pretending to slap my face but I couldn’t see her. However, she did then move her hand to actually slap my face a couple of times. Right in front of the attendant! I loved the public domination! lol
Ok, time to take that hood off. Whew it was only on for a minute but it felt great, it was quite tight. Then the attendant said that was a large and we should try the medium. WTF? Are you a sadist or something? lol probably, which was fine with me. The medium was tighter and when he quickly zipped it up I had that rush-zoom of feeling victimized plus the lowest edge was choking me a bit. Cool!! That’s not supposed to happen, though, so he slightly unzipped it. It felt great in any case. The attendant said that I was lucky and I agreed, I am very very lucky to have a Princess who enjoys hurting me.
We didn’t end up buying anything but it gave my Princess an idea for her dolly.
Late in the evening she retrieved something and told me to sit on the floor in front of her as she sat and watched TV. She then put tiny things in my ears and wrapped my eyes, ears, and head with a tight thin cloth and then wrapped around that with a scarf so that I couldn’t see at all and I could barely hear anything. I knew that she was re-creating the hood experience with items on hand, rather than spending $90. Then she put our penis gag firmly in my mouth and wrapped its straps around my head. Wait, that wasn’t part of the hood! Oops, too late, I can’t talk!
So then I had to sit there for I guess 20 minutes while she watched TV. But soon she started whacking my back and arms with that damn stick, ouch ouch, ouch! I couldn’t even say ouch or “That’s not fair to hit me!” She stopped hitting me except a few more times without warning to shock me out of my cocoon. I was only able to breathe through my nose and for the entire time the sound of my own breathing was my only sight or sound. It was very cool!!
After a few minutes she put her foot up against my nose and I so wanted to kiss her foot but I couldn’t, so I started rubbing her feet instead. For about 15 minutes I just sat on the floor (cold hard floor) and rubbed her feet while I suffered in silence and without sight. Lol “suffer,” I know that experienced masochists and subs would probably laugh at what I went through.
Finally she yelled “Get up” so I could hear her, and then with both hands she led me slowly through a few rooms into our bedroom. She threw me on the bed and then climbed on top, and once she pushed me inside of her she pinned my arms down and took her pleasure of me. Sheesh that was great, even though she pulled me out before it was my time. At least this time I didn’t have to hear her laugh at me when she did it.
Afterwards, when she had removed the wrappings around my face and the gag, when we were snuggling I could hear more details in the room, even after just about 20-25 minutes of not being able to hear. It was a lot of fun.
My Princess asked me if there was anything in the store I might enjoy and I responded honestly that just about everything is all good with me. I love it. However, I would not enjoy anything unless she enjoyed it — which is true regardless — and especially in the case of spending money it would just be a matter of whether she would enjoy it and use it.