Monthly Archives: November 2012

Variety is the spice of life

I was working at home yesterday and wanted to have bitch-boy experience a very miserable day to make mine more pleasurable. I dressed him as a schoolgirl, even including a straw boater with ribbons hanging from the back of the brim. While his little clitty was flaccid I buckled and padlocked a leather pin lined restraint on, getting the diameter down to even less than a wine cork. No erections for him while out of my direct control. He looked so humiliated and sad when I patronisingly smiled at him in his grey pleated gymslip et al. Then a harsh deterrent punishment of around 36 strokes of the cane, I did not count the number.

First he had to do hand washing – home maker’s class. Next a long and tedious task of domestic paperwork filing and going through old files discarding redundant paperwork – business administration class. A tedious job indeed which took him three hours, interrupted only when I occasionally shouted to him that I needed a coffee.

Half way through this task, he made me a delicious lunch – Cookery class. (I allowed him a glass of tap water.) While I ate, I had him kneel on his coir matting, sucking on a big dildo stuck to the door –  just in case I needed to be waited on further by him during the consumption of my lunch. Lunch over he had to return to the filing.

Three times through the morning and early afternoon I made use of his tongue.

Filing done, his schoolgirl outfit was finished with for the day. It was time for some total sensory deprivation bondage on the bed. (TSD bondage.) Before leaving him, bound so he could not move limb or head, gagged, blindfolded, silicone earplugs blotting out all sound – I made his clitty hard and then liberally smeared it with Deep Heat embrocation cream. While I sat at the PC, returning to my work, I listened with a smile at the sounds of his distressed whimpering on the video baby monitor I had set up.

After two hours of working on the PC, occasionally glancing at the baby monitor screen, the thought of his pitch-black-blind, silent-deaf, immobile-paralysed, helpless, and no doubt fearfully apprehensive, suffering – became just too much for me! I went up to him gave his clitty a thorough smacking and then attended to myself while listening to his receding whimpering. I came very hard and it was the fourth of the day, so far.

Life with your own human pet/ human dolly/ human toy is very hard to beat!

Christmas Presents

Yesterday, I ordered most of bitch-boy’s Christmas presents, all on-line. He knelt at my side as I did so.

A new wicked looking cane, (although I doubt I will prefer it to my favourite cane which I always return to, whatever new punishment implement I buy – but you never know), a new frilly black and white maid’s hat to replace his old one, over the knee pink socks and frilly pink garters (with bells on) to hold up the socks, a pink leather schoolgirl satchel, some condom catheters and tubing (for those very extended periods of total deprivation bondage), some short white gloves for his school girl uniform, pink rubber gloves decorated with plastic flowers  and some pink pom-poms. I also ordered some very expensive underwear for me as one of his presents. These are all the presents he will be getting.

I set out to him my plans for Christmas day. He will be cooking, cleaning and serving in his maid’s uniform while I relax. He will be reorganising and clearing our filing paperwork in his schoolgirl outfit. (This has rather been allowed to build-up and will be a very tedious 90 minutes work.) After my lunch, which he will serve to me, he will entertain me with dancing with his pom-poms, (very little girl, ballet type dancing – to Christmas tunes I am to select in due course. He will have to practice these dances between now and Christmas day.)

We will start with a deterrent punishment and he will then be caned throughout the day for each and every infraction – no matter how insignificant.

I needed his tongue after I had set out my plans to him, such is my anticipation over putting him through such a seriously subjugating day – on all days.