Further small increments of bitchyness

As I have mentioned before, my life of depravity now has a core of things which I love so much I do again and again, but I do not become bored. There have been a couple of new things – see the foot of this post, but first I list the ‘routine’ things.

Work mornings, bitch-boy has to wake me by bringing me tea in bed, make my lunch, kiss my shoes (or French kiss my arse) while I put on my make-up, carry my bags to my car, etc, etc. He was not seeing any business people a couple of days last week so I also locked a leather collar around his neck with a disposal uniquely numbered plastic tag and set a list of heavy garden chores for him to do each day, including in the front garden – in our UK heat-wave. This meant he had to wear a long sleeved, high necked fleece top to hide the collar. It is the only garment he owns which does so. It was torture for him working away in the 30 degrees plus heat. Something pleasant for me to think about all day as I sat in my air conditioned office.

The other things I love so much:

Subjecting him to hours of sensory deprivation bondage on the BDSM gynaecological style bed –with visits for me, every hour or so, to tease and edge and deny, use my smacking ruler, use Extra Strength Deep Heat and my favourite – the sunglasses pouch full of lovely stingy fresh nettle leaves.

 Dressing him as a prissy sissy to perform for me in DEEPEST HUMILIATION.

 bitch-boy doing all the chores while I sit and relax. And then I inspect his work and punish with the cane for imperfections.

 Playing with his trinkets while I watch a foreign language film. See previous post.

It is regarding the last two that there have been some small variations. I have a new punishment position for him. Kneeling on the floor ankles and thighs together, forehead on the floor, wrists bound behind his back. I can then sit on a footstool and deliver cane strokes which are parallel to the floor or I can stand and deliver strokes which land diagonally across his arse. (Some from the left, some from the right, so his arse is lined with hatching). His arse skin is very taught, so at maximum sensitivity. I can walk about and stand with my shoes right next to his face (while I rest between delivering sets of strokes) – thus signifying my superior status. It is very funny to see, while he is getting in position, that he pulls his little shaved boy’s bits clear of the backs of his thighs, before clamping his thighs together. He wants to make very sure they are not in the caning zone!

The second variation is that I have now used Deep Heat while playing with his trinkets. I do not use Extra Strength though, I do not want his whimpering to be so fervent as to spoil my viewing of my DVD.