We are just about in that date zone where it is so easy for a Mistress to say, ‘no more ….. this year.’
- No more orgasms this year.
- No more penetration this year.
- No more contact with my body this year.
- No more time out of the chastity cage this year.
- No more erections this year.
- No more licking me this year.
- No more caressing my butt this year.
- No chance of caressing my breasts this year. (This is slightly different wording as it is over a year since he was last allowed to caress my breasts. But I have not prohibited it for ever, and I do dangle the carrot of the possibility in front of him from time to time.)
And although perhaps duplicitous and somewhat syntactically perverse,
- No more full-on DS days without using Linnex this year.
- No more full-on DS days without drinking undiluted nectar this year.
- No more full-on DS days without being pissed on in the walk-in shower this year.
- No more vanilla days without at least six with the dressage whip this year.
But it is a Mistress’s prerogative to be duplicitous and a submissive’s role, (and perhaps) joy to simply take duplicity on the chin. Arbitrary prohibitions decided on a whim – delicious.
I find simply advising my little puppet that we have reached this, no-more-this-year, date zone makes every waking minute of every day just that little bit more frightening for him, and makes him just that little bit more in awe of me every waking minute of every day. And makes me feel just that little bit more powerful and bitchy every waking minute of every day. Every waking minute of every day, up until about 14 December, by when the threat fades as it becomes no more than a 14 day prohibition.
And the mind-fucking beauty of announcing we have reached the, no-more-this-year, date zone is I notice activities once in the zone, I never even thought about including at the time of announcing the zone has been entered.
This morning, I got out of bed naked and slipped on my bedroom high-heeled, platform mules. I had bitch-boy kneel before me. I stood back a couple of paces so he could take me in, top-to-toe. I stretched like a cat and spoke in relaxed, sleepy tones while he pretty much sobbed with his sexual frustration gnawing away at his soul, just from ,looking at me. ‘Little bitch, we are in that date zone now where it is so very easy for me to say, no more this year.’ It took a couple of seconds for the penny to drop and then his face collapsed into a grimace and he emotionally shook his head from side to side. I imagined, as he was still torturing himself by looking at my body, he was thinking about the rare licking and the rare touching he might get prohibited from for the rest of the year, on my capricious whim. I felt my cunt moisten, he was so visibly upset and distressed. So visibly upset and distressed over such a short sentence from me! The arousing glory of capricious, unfettered POWER. Power to be effortlessly used unfettered by fairness. I had two agendas that moment, to have him stew over his lot, and to have a suddenly much needed orgasm. I spoke again, still in relaxed, sleepy tones. ‘Pass me my Lelo wand and then fuck-off and start the laundry.‘ Life is so, so, so, very good!
As a punishment
No-more-this-year, can also be used as a punishment, so the stakes are raised for even minor infractions by my little puppet.
‘You forgot to replenish my sodas in the fridge this morning. I always want at least six in the fridge at the beginning of every day, AS YOU KNOW; NOT FOUR! So no more licking me this year. Go and add two more, now!’
Would you like to ask if you may……………………………
Such a favourite of mine, as I have made clear on this blog, it so powerful and amusing.
After a few minutes of me teasing him with my body I might ask, ‘Would you like to ask if you may caress my butt little puppet?‘ In the months up until October, the room crackles with emotion whenever I use this phrasing. As though all the world’s riches rest on my answer. He timidly, hopefully asks the question. He knows the usual answer is, ‘No maggot, don’t be so ridiculous. Now fuck-off and get on with your chores.’ But he also knows that although it is rare, I sometimes say, ‘Yes‘.
But now October is here and we are in, that date zone, the room doesn’t just crackle with emotion whenever I use this phrasing, it becomes VERY TENSE INDEED. Because, he knows, my answer might not just be ‘No.’ My answer might well be, ‘No maggot, don’t be so ridiculous. That won’t be happening today, or any time this year!’ Now, fuck-off and get on with your chores.’
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