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.