I have surprised myself a little, using Christmas as a measurement tool. I was so much crueller to poor bitch-boy this year than last year. I continue to get worse! Christmas Eve I relaxed and he did 7 hours of tedious chores in his parody maid’s outfit, and then suffered 4 hours of total deprivation bondage which he begged and begged not to have to undergo. Christmas Day he did four hours of tedious chores in his maids outfit, wearing his new hood (more on that later), and 4 hours of total deprivation bondage.
His presents – I bought him two pairs of very high heeled shoes for me to wear, and wearing either pair, I tower over him. I love them. I also bought him a beautiful and expensive underwear set for me to wear. Despite these things being for me to wear, they are his presents because he gets the privilege and pleasure of seeing me in them. That seems fair to me. I also bought a made-to-measure pink and cream rubber hood which zips up behind his head. (Picture of a black and white version of the hood below). It completely dehumanises him. He hates the heat and discomfort. He wore it during his 4 hours of chores Christmas day and I noticed that, I found myself being even crueller to this creature which had no human face, which was just a utility of toil, not a person, not my husband.
I bought him some little girl comics and, in due course, he will be playing the part of a little girl, at my feet, and working his way through each infantile, little girl’s game and story in each comic.
I also bought him some candy for a game I invented. On the 27th he did very badly playing the game for the first time, which resulted in him being strapped down and receiving 360 strokes with a number of my favourite implements of punishment. That was the demerit score he built up playing the game. By far the most I have ever dished out in one session. I had to stop after 200 and ‘satisfy myself’ as I had gotten so ‘hot’ with all his whimpering and squirming and the red vivid markings on his arse and backs of thighs. Truth be told, I have had to ‘satisfy myself’ or have him use his tongue, a great deal this holiday.
On the morning of the 30th I put him into cotton bondage (and a nappy and lockable rubber pants) and left him helpless and confined in bed while I went shopping for two hours.
I have become so much more cruel in the last 12 months, I wonder how much crueller I might yet get as the years pass by?
BTW, his gifts to me included some very, very expensive underwear and jewellery, and a few other things that were just perfect.