Wonderful. The stinging nettles have shown themselves. Lovely stems already nine inches high and ready to use. And my research says that from this time, right up until the flowers are pollinated, the stings are their stingiest! (Which makes sense – protecting the plant until procreation has been concluded.)
My spare sunglasses pouch will be in use this weekend.
This LINK will take you to the photo which is the subject of this post. (At the outset I decided this blog would not contain obscene photographs.)
Lately, for extended periods, bitch-boy has found himself the humiliated owner of a ‘dick-stick’. To create his dick-stick I have him, in a flaccid state, pull his penis head away from his body as far as it will go, (under threat of severe punishment to comply exactly). This makes the shaft become long and very thin. It actually becomes as long as it would when erect, around five and a half inches - but very, very thin. I then take some medical tape and wind it around, very tightly indeed, starting just behind the head - winding all the way to his stomach. The stretchy adhesive tape, pulled tight and wound around and around, makes for quite a stiff organ which is very amusing indeed. Obviously the result is hugely comical, he cannot get even the slightest erection, urination is painful and when the adhesive tape is removed the skin is sensitive and a little sore. Win – win – win – win.
In the photo I have uploaded, I did not wind the tape tightly enough behind the penis head, so the head is partially under the tape. Also, you can see the red food colouring, I used to stain the exposed head a cherry red colour, and you can see the black acrylic ring which passes through bitch-boy’s frenum piercing and is glued permanently closed. On the occasions I have wound the tape properly behind the head so that the head remains fully exposed, I dye the head with a food colouring just because it makes the whole object look even more ridiculous.
Bitch-boy is always very ashamed when he has a dick-stick. Especially when I waggle it from side to side and laugh and ask him what the point is of the ridiculous object is – other than a source of amusement.
I do not think it is possible to provide a link but nonetheless, Journal 6 is now available in the Apple Store / on iTunes.
I applaud and praise the suggestion I have received below. The best I have had for ages from the blog. So often, the suggestions are fantasy suggestions from men which are not at all realistic and/or not something that rings my bell. This idea however will definitely be used and I can’t wait for the summer – at home or on holiday abroad. I will be sunbathing naked on a sun-lounger, drinking a G&T - bitch-boy will be dressed as a little girl sitting, secured in the shade where I can see him, sucking on an ice lolly made of my golden nectar mixed with a little orange juice to get the colour just so. To ensure he consumes it all, he will be warned that too many drips on his pretty baby’s bib will result in harsh punishment.
Just an idea , totally unrelated to the above, but since I had it on my mind; You have special ice cubes for BitchBoys consumption during sensory deprivation. I think you might enjoy this idea when Belindakins comes out to play in the summer. In the US we have these pudding pop molds made from Tupper Ware that you can make ice pops or pudding pops. You simply put a suitable liquid in the base and then a plastic holder goes down on top of the base and you put it in the ice box until frozen. I can’t imagine how humiliating it would be to be licking a lolly made of BitchBoy juice in front of your sister’s or other suitable audience.
We have had record rainfall here in the UK for months. In the countryside where we live there are floods and muddy puddles everywhere. Working at home earlier in the week, bitch-boy’s day started off by him having to vacuum out my car to perfection. I LOVE MY CAR! It started to drizzle with rain when he had finished, but I told him I wanted my alloy wheels cleaned – by hand. (The car-wash never really does them properly.) He whined – ‘What will people think of me, seeing me doing this with it drizzling and the roads all muddy?‘ I responded, with a smile – ‘Why should I care, I want clean wheels – at least for a few yards – get on with it.‘ What a dejected expression he pulled, and image he made.
Next morning it felt just heavenly looking at the clean wheels as I entered the car – and then driving off into another rainy, muddy day. I am sure my decadence helps him be sure of his status in our marriage!
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Journal 6 is now available on Barnes and Noble for Nook readers.
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