Monday-Thursday, cage nights, serving dinner gaged
Both Monday and Tuesday nights, and also Thursday night, Arecee locked me in the cage. On Thursday, spent much of the evening serving while wearing the red ball gag.
On Monday and Tuesday, she put me in the cage early. Like before 9 pm. On Monday, she put the head harness gag and puppy mitts on me, but did give me the little pillow. On Tuesday, no gear, but no pillow either. Of course, no blanket any of these times, but it's not so cold at night anymore. Not nice and warm either, so I do get a bit chilled by the time morning comes.
Both Tuesday and Wednesday morning, she didn't let me out when she got up. Instead she showered, spent time doing stuff elsewhere in the house, came into the bathroom and dried her hair, and even came into the closet and got clothes. On Tuesday morning, I was really a bit worried as I lay there, trying to stay quiet. The rule is no noise or talking until after she addresses me with "good morning".
I had wondered all night why she put the puppy mitts on me. She'd made a special trip back to the bedroom to get them from a drawer, rather than just using the rubber cuffs that are usually laying on the wood on top of the cage. I started to wonder if she was going to leave me in the cage all day while she was at work? Maybe she'd planned some way to monitor me? Or maybe I'd be left unattended, risky as that is. I'm not allowed to talk unless she addresses me first, and suddenly it seemed as if she was done with everything and just about to leave the house, and the possibility she might just leave for the day without addressing me at all seemed possible. But she did come in, welcome me good morning, and let me out. Only spent a few minutes together, and she was off for the day. On Wednesday morning, pretty much the same thing, except she just put me in naked, so no gear to remove before she left.
Both those nights were quite long. In around 9pm, out at about 7am when she leaves for work.
Wednesday night she allowed me in the bed.
Thursday evening, she'd planned on me cooking dinner. Guess all this play and bondage starts to get to me... I start feeling more submissive, wanting to serve. Not long after she got home, I fetched my collar and the red ball gag, and brought them to her (she was sitting on the sofa, reading something as I recall). Normally I wouldn't do such a thing... if she wants them on me, she could just put them on anytime. But deep down I really, really wanted to at least wear my collar again. She hasn't been putting it on me for months.
Arecee seemed quite pleased I'd brought these two for her, and asked for the locks, which I also had brought. I figured she'd at least use the collar, but she seemed quite happy to use the gag too, and in just a moment both were strapped around me, with the locks securing each of the buckles.
Then what, I wondered? Well, we sat there in silence for a few minutes. She's not usually very talkative, so when we're together with me wearing the gag, there tends to be long stretches of silence. She said she finds that rather relaxing.
Well, in just a few minutes, she ordered me to get on hands and knees in front of her, to serve as her foot stood. Luckily, there was a towel on the floor near the edge of the sofa, and she let me place it on the floor to catch the drooling that inevitably happens wearing a ball gag, face down. Soon her legs were resting on my back, and she put on the last part of a DVD she'd fallen asleep though a couple days ago.
I think I'm getting a little better at holding that position. Still not great, but maybe my shoulders are getting at bit more used to it. I still start shaking in my arms a bit, and of course over time they ache more and more. I have no idea if the shaking from my arms is noticeable for her or not. She doesn't say anything. But if I try to move my legs or reposition my arms, even just a little, she instantly says, not directly to me, something like "my footstool is moving", or sometimes about not having a very good footstool and wanting a better one if she's more annoyed. I recall a couple of those moments. And honestly, shifting arms or legs a bit is only fleeting temporary relief. Any new slightly changed position is still pretty much the same thing. Fortunately, the disc only had about half an hour remaining.
Then she told me to get up and cook her dinner. And so I did, wearing the red ball gag in my mouth the whole time. It's a very interesting feeling, not being able to say anything, not being able to make a casual comment about anything. Definitely puts me into quite a submissive space. Indeed I was happy to work away for her, and it took a while to chop up all the stuff. That recipe involves three steps cooking stuff in the pan, the it all simmers for half an hour, and gets served with pasta. Probably about 45 minutes, maybe an hour working away quietly due to the gag. She sat on the sofa most of the time, playing with her laptop computer.
When it was all simmering, she had me get back into footstool position, and she leaned back on the sofa, still fiddling away at her laptop. She really reclined back, placing more weight of her legs on my back, which I could most certainly feel, and she made a comment about how really relaxing it was to lean back like that, having me take care of everything. I recall how warm her legs felt on my back. The air conditioning had been on cooling the house, and I'd been completely naked for a while (well, except for the collar and gag...), and the warmth of her legs felt really nice and soft on my back. The increased weight wasn't so hard, since it wasn't for really long. I'd set 2 timers, one for the half hour of simmering, and the other for 20 minutes, so it'd been in time for me to cook the pasta (I'd put a pot of water on at medium high, so it'd be very close to boiling).
So the timer went off, and I got up and worked on cooking again, all the while working away silently wearing the gag. But this time, it'd been a couple hours together, serving but hardly any conversation. Another gag related issue came up too. I couldn't do any taste testing! I'd really wanted to sample some of the sauce earlier, but my inability to do so was just one of those minor little things that I'm happy and glad to accept in such a submissive mindset. But this was pasta, and my usual way to check pasta is to fish out a piece and bite it in half and see what the cross section looks like (and of course snack on it...) My feeling was more "oh my god, how am I gonna check the pasta wearing this gag?", since that's just the way I automatically do it normally. Well, I cut it with a butter knife, which really felt so very odd, but in the end accomplished pretty much the same thing.
During a little lull while waiting for the pasta to finish, Arecee instructed me to go fetch the keys and make sure they were on the table. Dinner was done, and I prepared two bowls and brought them over to the table. She told me to kneel and took off the gag. The collar remained, but pretty much from that point on, the serving and D/s energy of the evening was over.
We ate, and she put on a different disc, which we watched for the remainder of the evening, until just past 10pm.
I asked if she'd let me be in the bed, but she said I got to be free Wednesday, so I had to go back in. She led me to the closet, put the head harness gag on me, and made me crawl in. No puppy mitts as on Monday, but no little pillow either. That head harness has 8 buckles, with 4 of them on the back (2 at the collar, 2 up on my head), and 2 more on the sides of my head. Not having the little pillow means laying my head carefully so on the locks doesn't press hard.
But it had been a long day, and even though the D/s energy had been much less since dinner, I was still in such a glowing, happy submissive head space that the head harness didn't effect me much, and I spent much of the night.
She was very nice in the morning and came in to get me right after her alarm went off shortly after 5 am, she we lay together on the bed a while before she got up and I slept just a bit more.
Whew, another long entry, but that night serving and cooking dinner, working away wearing the gag was really a very special time, deserving a special entry.
Of course, I'm still behind, as usual. Need to write of playing over at Hotpocket's place on Saturday, and yesterday Arecee put me in the sleep sack (a lot). Sunday did mostly vanilla stuff, and at least I have the in-bondage-most-of-the-day excuse for Monday!
On Monday and Tuesday, she put me in the cage early. Like before 9 pm. On Monday, she put the head harness gag and puppy mitts on me, but did give me the little pillow. On Tuesday, no gear, but no pillow either. Of course, no blanket any of these times, but it's not so cold at night anymore. Not nice and warm either, so I do get a bit chilled by the time morning comes.
Both Tuesday and Wednesday morning, she didn't let me out when she got up. Instead she showered, spent time doing stuff elsewhere in the house, came into the bathroom and dried her hair, and even came into the closet and got clothes. On Tuesday morning, I was really a bit worried as I lay there, trying to stay quiet. The rule is no noise or talking until after she addresses me with "good morning".
I had wondered all night why she put the puppy mitts on me. She'd made a special trip back to the bedroom to get them from a drawer, rather than just using the rubber cuffs that are usually laying on the wood on top of the cage. I started to wonder if she was going to leave me in the cage all day while she was at work? Maybe she'd planned some way to monitor me? Or maybe I'd be left unattended, risky as that is. I'm not allowed to talk unless she addresses me first, and suddenly it seemed as if she was done with everything and just about to leave the house, and the possibility she might just leave for the day without addressing me at all seemed possible. But she did come in, welcome me good morning, and let me out. Only spent a few minutes together, and she was off for the day. On Wednesday morning, pretty much the same thing, except she just put me in naked, so no gear to remove before she left.
Both those nights were quite long. In around 9pm, out at about 7am when she leaves for work.
Wednesday night she allowed me in the bed.
Thursday evening, she'd planned on me cooking dinner. Guess all this play and bondage starts to get to me... I start feeling more submissive, wanting to serve. Not long after she got home, I fetched my collar and the red ball gag, and brought them to her (she was sitting on the sofa, reading something as I recall). Normally I wouldn't do such a thing... if she wants them on me, she could just put them on anytime. But deep down I really, really wanted to at least wear my collar again. She hasn't been putting it on me for months.
Arecee seemed quite pleased I'd brought these two for her, and asked for the locks, which I also had brought. I figured she'd at least use the collar, but she seemed quite happy to use the gag too, and in just a moment both were strapped around me, with the locks securing each of the buckles.
Then what, I wondered? Well, we sat there in silence for a few minutes. She's not usually very talkative, so when we're together with me wearing the gag, there tends to be long stretches of silence. She said she finds that rather relaxing.
Well, in just a few minutes, she ordered me to get on hands and knees in front of her, to serve as her foot stood. Luckily, there was a towel on the floor near the edge of the sofa, and she let me place it on the floor to catch the drooling that inevitably happens wearing a ball gag, face down. Soon her legs were resting on my back, and she put on the last part of a DVD she'd fallen asleep though a couple days ago.
I think I'm getting a little better at holding that position. Still not great, but maybe my shoulders are getting at bit more used to it. I still start shaking in my arms a bit, and of course over time they ache more and more. I have no idea if the shaking from my arms is noticeable for her or not. She doesn't say anything. But if I try to move my legs or reposition my arms, even just a little, she instantly says, not directly to me, something like "my footstool is moving", or sometimes about not having a very good footstool and wanting a better one if she's more annoyed. I recall a couple of those moments. And honestly, shifting arms or legs a bit is only fleeting temporary relief. Any new slightly changed position is still pretty much the same thing. Fortunately, the disc only had about half an hour remaining.
Then she told me to get up and cook her dinner. And so I did, wearing the red ball gag in my mouth the whole time. It's a very interesting feeling, not being able to say anything, not being able to make a casual comment about anything. Definitely puts me into quite a submissive space. Indeed I was happy to work away for her, and it took a while to chop up all the stuff. That recipe involves three steps cooking stuff in the pan, the it all simmers for half an hour, and gets served with pasta. Probably about 45 minutes, maybe an hour working away quietly due to the gag. She sat on the sofa most of the time, playing with her laptop computer.
When it was all simmering, she had me get back into footstool position, and she leaned back on the sofa, still fiddling away at her laptop. She really reclined back, placing more weight of her legs on my back, which I could most certainly feel, and she made a comment about how really relaxing it was to lean back like that, having me take care of everything. I recall how warm her legs felt on my back. The air conditioning had been on cooling the house, and I'd been completely naked for a while (well, except for the collar and gag...), and the warmth of her legs felt really nice and soft on my back. The increased weight wasn't so hard, since it wasn't for really long. I'd set 2 timers, one for the half hour of simmering, and the other for 20 minutes, so it'd been in time for me to cook the pasta (I'd put a pot of water on at medium high, so it'd be very close to boiling).
So the timer went off, and I got up and worked on cooking again, all the while working away silently wearing the gag. But this time, it'd been a couple hours together, serving but hardly any conversation. Another gag related issue came up too. I couldn't do any taste testing! I'd really wanted to sample some of the sauce earlier, but my inability to do so was just one of those minor little things that I'm happy and glad to accept in such a submissive mindset. But this was pasta, and my usual way to check pasta is to fish out a piece and bite it in half and see what the cross section looks like (and of course snack on it...) My feeling was more "oh my god, how am I gonna check the pasta wearing this gag?", since that's just the way I automatically do it normally. Well, I cut it with a butter knife, which really felt so very odd, but in the end accomplished pretty much the same thing.
During a little lull while waiting for the pasta to finish, Arecee instructed me to go fetch the keys and make sure they were on the table. Dinner was done, and I prepared two bowls and brought them over to the table. She told me to kneel and took off the gag. The collar remained, but pretty much from that point on, the serving and D/s energy of the evening was over.
We ate, and she put on a different disc, which we watched for the remainder of the evening, until just past 10pm.
I asked if she'd let me be in the bed, but she said I got to be free Wednesday, so I had to go back in. She led me to the closet, put the head harness gag on me, and made me crawl in. No puppy mitts as on Monday, but no little pillow either. That head harness has 8 buckles, with 4 of them on the back (2 at the collar, 2 up on my head), and 2 more on the sides of my head. Not having the little pillow means laying my head carefully so on the locks doesn't press hard.
But it had been a long day, and even though the D/s energy had been much less since dinner, I was still in such a glowing, happy submissive head space that the head harness didn't effect me much, and I spent much of the night.
She was very nice in the morning and came in to get me right after her alarm went off shortly after 5 am, she we lay together on the bed a while before she got up and I slept just a bit more.
Whew, another long entry, but that night serving and cooking dinner, working away wearing the gag was really a very special time, deserving a special entry.
Of course, I'm still behind, as usual. Need to write of playing over at Hotpocket's place on Saturday, and yesterday Arecee put me in the sleep sack (a lot). Sunday did mostly vanilla stuff, and at least I have the in-bondage-most-of-the-day excuse for Monday!