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Well, I got my wish today.
Mistress came over at 2:00 again, but the fun started before then. She called at 10:00 a.m. to give me my assignment: Take a good shower, shave myself to her liking (my legs and under my arms), then dress myself in her fishnet shirt and a skirt of my choice, then chain my hands behind my back leaving the key to the handcuffs in a box above my reach. This was the last day I had been instructed to wear her panties untill she bought me my own, so I was still wearing them after my shower. I did as she asked and a little more. I knew that if I really wanted out that I could get the key, so I also chained my feet to a leg of my bed, and then handcuffed myself for the next three hours.
The three hours were much longer than I thought they would be. I had the foresight to unlock the backdoor for my Mistress, keep the front door locked, turn on my fan so I don't get too hot, and leave the phone near me incase someone important called; however, I left the remote to the T.V. across the room. "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" aired for nearly two hours. "Why did I have to chain my feet down?" I though. I guess to keep from shooting myself during the reruns...
I was quite rewarded for chaining myself up so when my Mistress arrived. She graciously let me out of my chains and allowed me to cuddle up to her legs. Once I was over the mild trauma of my three hours of reruns, she decided it was time for me to be tied up again. But first, it was time to make myself presentable the way she wanted. She took my hands and painted on them a bright red layer of fingernail polish. She turned quickly and pushed my head upwards toward her, and put dark red lipstick and mascara on me. Now that I had been completely feminized, it was time to move onto other things.
She had obviously planned out how I was to be tied this time. My hands were tied tightly behind my back and cinched. I couldn't get out, even if it wasn't for the rope holding my elbows together. She tied my arms in three places, assuring they would stay in place no matter how hard I struggled. She proceeded down to tie my feet, stopping briefly to play with my legs (huge turn-on). I couldn't help myself--my back arched into the air and I drew air in gasps, trying to resist from completely losing control right there. She tied my feet together tighter than usuall, and my knees also. Upon my request/begging, she didn't hogtie me this time because it put too much stress on my wrists, but I was still helpless to her whims nonetheless.
She left me again for about ten minutes to come read my journal, and returned complimenting me on my good job writing my desires down. It does make happy that this journal pleases her.
As a reward for my journal, she took me over her knee, slid down my panties, and began to spank me very hard. To me, there is no better reward than a good spanking. Once her hand started hurting, she reached for the riding crop. Our riding crop has seen better days...it's actually got a little strip of purple ductape holding it together at the top. However, some of the insides are coming out, and it really hurts when they hit you without leather being around them. I could only stand about five strikes against my bare skin, then she moved down to my feet. Something about having my feet tortured really turns me on.
At this point, I've had enough bondage for one day, but I can't find a way to tell her. I'd been gagged and blindfolded very securely, and the ropes made it difficult to communicate anything. She read me quite well though, and knew when to let me out. She was getting in the mood to be chained up herself.
Maybe I should mention here, that gloves really turn me on as well. And the sight of her wearing her dominatrix vest and gloves, handcuffed to my bed drove me over the edge. I would have loved to rape her right there, and she may have too, but the time isn't right for that yet. I slid her panties down over her boots and forced my hand almost all the way inside of her. Slowly at first using only one finger, but going deeper and deeper with more of my hand. She's going to be sore for a while for that, but she says it's worth it. Anything to please her...
Unfortunatly, I don't think we will be able to play tommorow, or for the rest of the week for that matter. All this sneaking about is enough to make you very nervous about getting caught...especially since we've had workers on our roof for a week now, watching her come and go. They must know that we're doing something we shouldn't be, but they havn't told anyone else. I don't want to do that anymore than I already have. The more exposure they have to her arrivals and departures, the better the chance of being caught becomes. Perhaps she will give me some assignments to do to myself in her absence...perhaps a little candlewax play? I can only hope...
I'm not sure if I'm allowed to do anything to myself without her approval. I've expressed my desire to wear a chastity device for her...so that only she will have access to what I want. My biggest fantasies involve chastity devices...
My favorite one dosn't involve me wearing it, strangely enough. I guess you can't take all the dominating force out of me. I would like to have her locked inside a chastity belt; but not to keep her out. I would like to keep a remote controlled vibrator inside of her. I can't imagine a better form of control over someone which dosn't involve direct bondage. I imagine her being forced to serve me anyway I wanted, or else risk me setting the vibrator off inside of her without any way for her to stop it. I would definatly abuse the power. I would set it off during the most menial of tasks which she would do around the house. One second, she could be fixing sheets an a bed, and the next, her legs would crumble out from under her and she would explode into a fit of moaning and pleasure, yet at the same time squirming to get it out somehow...
I'm off to bed soon...I wish I'd asked for an assignment tonight from her while she was on the phone with me. I guess fantasizing will have to be enough...
Mistress came over at 2:00 again, but the fun started before then. She called at 10:00 a.m. to give me my assignment: Take a good shower, shave myself to her liking (my legs and under my arms), then dress myself in her fishnet shirt and a skirt of my choice, then chain my hands behind my back leaving the key to the handcuffs in a box above my reach. This was the last day I had been instructed to wear her panties untill she bought me my own, so I was still wearing them after my shower. I did as she asked and a little more. I knew that if I really wanted out that I could get the key, so I also chained my feet to a leg of my bed, and then handcuffed myself for the next three hours.
The three hours were much longer than I thought they would be. I had the foresight to unlock the backdoor for my Mistress, keep the front door locked, turn on my fan so I don't get too hot, and leave the phone near me incase someone important called; however, I left the remote to the T.V. across the room. "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" aired for nearly two hours. "Why did I have to chain my feet down?" I though. I guess to keep from shooting myself during the reruns...
I was quite rewarded for chaining myself up so when my Mistress arrived. She graciously let me out of my chains and allowed me to cuddle up to her legs. Once I was over the mild trauma of my three hours of reruns, she decided it was time for me to be tied up again. But first, it was time to make myself presentable the way she wanted. She took my hands and painted on them a bright red layer of fingernail polish. She turned quickly and pushed my head upwards toward her, and put dark red lipstick and mascara on me. Now that I had been completely feminized, it was time to move onto other things.
She had obviously planned out how I was to be tied this time. My hands were tied tightly behind my back and cinched. I couldn't get out, even if it wasn't for the rope holding my elbows together. She tied my arms in three places, assuring they would stay in place no matter how hard I struggled. She proceeded down to tie my feet, stopping briefly to play with my legs (huge turn-on). I couldn't help myself--my back arched into the air and I drew air in gasps, trying to resist from completely losing control right there. She tied my feet together tighter than usuall, and my knees also. Upon my request/begging, she didn't hogtie me this time because it put too much stress on my wrists, but I was still helpless to her whims nonetheless.
She left me again for about ten minutes to come read my journal, and returned complimenting me on my good job writing my desires down. It does make happy that this journal pleases her.
As a reward for my journal, she took me over her knee, slid down my panties, and began to spank me very hard. To me, there is no better reward than a good spanking. Once her hand started hurting, she reached for the riding crop. Our riding crop has seen better days...it's actually got a little strip of purple ductape holding it together at the top. However, some of the insides are coming out, and it really hurts when they hit you without leather being around them. I could only stand about five strikes against my bare skin, then she moved down to my feet. Something about having my feet tortured really turns me on.
At this point, I've had enough bondage for one day, but I can't find a way to tell her. I'd been gagged and blindfolded very securely, and the ropes made it difficult to communicate anything. She read me quite well though, and knew when to let me out. She was getting in the mood to be chained up herself.
Maybe I should mention here, that gloves really turn me on as well. And the sight of her wearing her dominatrix vest and gloves, handcuffed to my bed drove me over the edge. I would have loved to rape her right there, and she may have too, but the time isn't right for that yet. I slid her panties down over her boots and forced my hand almost all the way inside of her. Slowly at first using only one finger, but going deeper and deeper with more of my hand. She's going to be sore for a while for that, but she says it's worth it. Anything to please her...
Unfortunatly, I don't think we will be able to play tommorow, or for the rest of the week for that matter. All this sneaking about is enough to make you very nervous about getting caught...especially since we've had workers on our roof for a week now, watching her come and go. They must know that we're doing something we shouldn't be, but they havn't told anyone else. I don't want to do that anymore than I already have. The more exposure they have to her arrivals and departures, the better the chance of being caught becomes. Perhaps she will give me some assignments to do to myself in her absence...perhaps a little candlewax play? I can only hope...
I'm not sure if I'm allowed to do anything to myself without her approval. I've expressed my desire to wear a chastity device for her...so that only she will have access to what I want. My biggest fantasies involve chastity devices...
My favorite one dosn't involve me wearing it, strangely enough. I guess you can't take all the dominating force out of me. I would like to have her locked inside a chastity belt; but not to keep her out. I would like to keep a remote controlled vibrator inside of her. I can't imagine a better form of control over someone which dosn't involve direct bondage. I imagine her being forced to serve me anyway I wanted, or else risk me setting the vibrator off inside of her without any way for her to stop it. I would definatly abuse the power. I would set it off during the most menial of tasks which she would do around the house. One second, she could be fixing sheets an a bed, and the next, her legs would crumble out from under her and she would explode into a fit of moaning and pleasure, yet at the same time squirming to get it out somehow...
I'm off to bed soon...I wish I'd asked for an assignment tonight from her while she was on the phone with me. I guess fantasizing will have to be enough...