A Predicament

As much as I had hoped things would settle down a bit now that Heron has a break from school, this week has shaped up to be another one filled with craziness and absolutely not a minute of privacy.  Well, except that five minutes earlier in the week where I found myself in quite the predicament.

After cleaning up from dinner on Monday, I went up to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable.  He, however, had other plans.  Plans that involved my working out...kind of. 

As soon as I entered the room, I saw that He had been fumbling around in the toy cabinet and had all sorts of stuff laid out on the bed.  He told me to take everything off and put on a pair of workout shorts and my sneakers. 

The room was so cold and I wished I could have had more clothes but I figured whatever He was up to, I would get warm in a hurry.  After dressing as I was told, I knelt in the middle of the floor and waited beside the heater we have set up for those especially cold nights.   

Off the main part of our bedroom is a sitting room, which we have turned into a small workout area.  After a few minutes of waiting, He told me to go stand and wait for him on the treadmill. 

While I waited, my body was covered in goosebumps, more from the cold than excitement.  Watching as He walked over to me holding a pair of clover clamps, I knew pretty quickly his intentions.  He began stroking my left nipple to a firm peak and I let out a gasp when He first put the first one on.  The cold seemed to make everything more sensitive and intense.

He looped the chain from the clamps through the hand rail on the front of the treadmill and then attached the clamp to my right nipple.  Realizing that this wouldn't be long enough, He went back to the pile on the bed, returning with another set of clovers. 

I held my breath as He unclamped one side and re-clamped it with one of the clovers from the second set. He then looped and secured each chain individually around the handrail, allowing plenty more room for me to now stand up straight.

Oh, yeah...I shouldn't forget to mention that before putting on the clamps, my wrists had been handcuffed behind my back.

So standing next to me, He set the treadmill at 1 MPH and pressed START.  No problem.  Almost too slow really but an extremely comfortable speed. It was slow enough that I could walk easily without any pulling and very little bouncing. Don't know if you're like me but I try to be stealth like and move very little when wearing the clovers.  

After the first minute, He increased it to 3 MPH.  Fast enough now that things were starting to jiggle but I was keeping up with minimal discomfort. 

Another minute and now 4 MPH.  This is the speed at which the "predicament" started.  Being as short as I am, 4 MPH is definitely considered speed walking.  I'm forced to significantly speed up or suffer torturing my own nipples.  But speeding up also means there is no way to avoid the bouncing and jiggling.  Really, the lesser of two evils though.   

I almost freaked out when I saw Him reach over to set it at 5 MPH, knowing I would be forced to jog. I wasn't so focused on the pain in my nipples anymore but my legs were burning like hell.  And if I wasn't able to keep up, well you can imagine. 

By 6 MPH, I was begging Him to stop, knowing my legs were about to give out. Apparently being sick had taken a toll on my stamina.  He grabbed one of my arms to steady me and turned the machine off.

As soon as the clamps and the handcuffs came off and I was back on solid ground, He tapped my shoulders downwards signalling for me to kneel on the floor in front of Him.  His cock was already straining to be set free so I quickly unzipped His pants and took Him in my mouth, savoring His excitement, until He stopped me wanting to save the rest for later. 

Apparently, He is quite the fan of predicament bondage and once I could catch my breath, I didn't mind it too much either:)

 Hope you all have a great weekend!!

All Sorts of Good Slavey Things

As we drifted off to sleep Sunday night, Daddy's words to me were...

good dinner...
                        good story...
                                             good blowjob...
                                                                       GOOD NIGHT!

It feels good when He recognizes and appreciates the things I do to make His life easier...and more pleasurable.  I have been working particularly hard on not just my sexual service but domestic as well and a verbal recognition is always welcomed.

But if I am really being honest,  I am totally an approval slut.  Is that even a thing?

Above all else, His approval is what I strive for and the more I know that I have pleased Him, the harder I continue trying.

So, yesterday was a holiday for the kids and I, but Daddy had to work.  And as much as I love for Him to be home, days when I am home and He is not, can end up being so productive.

I ran errands, cleaned the house, and took care of just about everything I could think needed to be done.  I even found a great deal on a storage facility for His new boat and towed it there with the truck myself. Can I just say that was a first for me and I didn't curb it once?!

And He was so impressed!! 

The only thing left to do was workout but I was saving that so we could do it together after dinner. Lately, with it being cold, I have been doing 30 minutes on the treadmill or elliptical while He does the same amount of time on the stationary bike. 

But last night when we went upstairs, He told me He wanted me in something sexy and He had something else in mind for my workout. An idea inspired from the second chapter of my story presented on Sunday night.  Honestly, I didn't see that one coming but I guess I should have.

I pulled out my black lacy bra and already had on bright red thongs.  He approved but told me that I would still need to wear sneakers.  Well, I just had to make some remark about how stupid I was going to look and ended up wearing 5 inch heels as punishment for my smart mouth.

While He pedaled the bike, He had me standing out in front of Him and directed me though a 30 minute workout far different than the treadmill, mostly core building exercises mixed with a little bit of weights.

Some exercises were as easy as marching in place or crunches...some as difficult as the pose pictured below. This happened to be His favorite, by the way, and one that will apparently be used more frequently.  I wasn't holding plates though, just hand weights.



No...this is not actually me.

My reward for all the hard work...a post-workout orgasm using the dog cock dildo, while He stood over me and watched.   

All in all, a good day!!

For Your Pleasure

It was time to pay the piper so to speak.  I mentioned in one of my earlier posts, that I had inadvertently neglected some of my chores.  To be more specific, I had not been washing the cars and had not been as diligent as I should about the toilets.

Just to clarify, the cars...well there isn't much I can say except that there never seemed to be enough time and if there was, the weather seemed to be gloomy.  Honestly though, Daddy had been pretty lenient on that and I probably took a little advantage.  Now the toilets...well that was a matter of failed delegation on my part.  Let's just say, you better believe those girls of mine are not going to get me in trouble again.

So punishment came.  I entered the closet, stood facing the wall in display position and took my swift twenty licks of the paddle, not fun ones by any stretch of the imagination.  My cheeks wore the red rounded imprint of the paddle for hours. 

But also in the closet was a strange contraption.  In reality, it was a microphone stand he rigged for kinky purposes.  I don't know how easy it will be to picture in your mind but it stood a little taller than myself  and looked like a large T.  Daddy had looped twine around each arm the T and left a couple feet of twine hanging on both the front side and back side.

My eyes couldn't help but travel to the two ends of twine where the clover clamps were fastened.  

The look of THAT is pretty scary!

Oh, there's nothing to be scared of.

Hmmm...me thinks differently...

As I remained facing the wall of the closet, with my hands clasped behind my back, He positioned the stand right up behind me and brought one of the pieces of twine, with attached clover clamp, down over my shoulder and attached it upside down to my nipple.  Then did the same for my left nipple.  Obviously, I wondered what he would do with the two ends of twine still dangling over the back side of the stand.

Well, that was answered soon enough when I heard the jingle of weights. I tried to remind myself to  to breathe as the twine grew taunt and the full force of gravity pulled down from behind me, pulling  my nipples upwards. I think it's pretty fair to say this was somewhat uncomfortable!

Daddy walked around to my side and placed a ping pong ball against the wall.  He told me to lean forward, my own body weight now also pulling against the clamps, until my nose could hold the ball in place.

I thought He would just have me hold this for a few minutes.  But as He walked out of the closet, He reminded me that the ball BETTER NOT FALL and He would be back to check on me periodically during His workout....and add weight each time He returned.  Gulp

I stood there thinking is this really happening?

Then I heard the sound of the elliptical start up and the squeaking sound it makes while someone is on it and I had my answer.

Yep...it sure is.  I didn't know whether to be upset or think it was hot.   

At first, all I could think about was how my nipples felt like they were on fire and I tried so hard not to move a muscle.  But I also thought how silly I must look with this darn ball.  Eventually, my mind kind of wandered, focusing less on the pain, and more on why I was in this situation in the first place. I thought about how I would try harder and not take any of my chores for granted. 

I had no way to count the time but I figured it was somewhere around 5 minutes when I heard the elliptical stop.  Maybe He was just testing me and not going to put on more weight.  Maybe He was coming in to let me loose.

Nope!  That was not the case. 

At this point, the pain was pretty steady, but tolerable, and actually, I barely felt the additional weight.  I tried to ask Him how much longer and was disappointed when He ignored me and returned to His workout.  While He was gone this time, I thought more about the stupid little ball in front of me.  Toying with it, rolling it around just a little but not enough to make it fall.

Again no words when spoken when He returned, only the rattle of more weight and I don't remember feeling much at that point, in fact, I was getting pretty sleepy.  There were no thoughts, just waiting.

This time when He returned, He spoke.  It was gruff as He told me to back up and turn around.  I winced as the clovers pulled against the direction I was moving so He moved the stand with me.  Once He had direct access to my nipples, He took the ball and shoved it between my teeth.  This ended up being a really good idea because when those clovers came off it helped muffle my screams and sobs.  Wow...did that extra weight make it so terribly painful as they blood rushed back in.

Immediately, He plunged His hand down between my legs...

That's what I thought...

You can stop that crying.

The spanking was your punishment...

The last 20 minutes has been for your pleasure.  

And here I thought the whole thing was punishment!

Rays of Light

Being outside and walking is a big part of my life.  I've probably mentioned walking in several of my posts but I do love it, not just for exercise but mostly because it's how I cleanse my mind. 

 

On particularly rough days, walking may turn to jogging.  Sometimes I feel like Forrest Gump and get the notion that I just want to run and that I could just keep runnin' till I can't any more.  Unlike Forrest though, I can only make it a couple miles before I wimp out and go back to walking.    

 

The other day I decided, rather than going to drive and pick up the dog's medicine, I was going to walk the 6+ miles roundtrip.  Well, about half way through, I saw storm clouds off in the distance. 

 

I was just mesmerized when I saw the beauty of the sun's rays shining down to earth through the clouds.  For me, whenever I see this, it's like experiencing a glimpse of heaven. 

 

But what also caught my eye was just how heavy and dark some of the clouds were and I could see the sheets of rain pouring down from them.  Being that I was still pretty far from home, I worried that I might not make it back before the storm surrounded me so I decided I better pick up the pace. 

 

As I jogged home, my mind drifted to the all the other "storms" in my life and how it seems I run to escape them too.  But what I really started to realize is that I don't run to escape them...I run to cope with them.

 

As the storm clouds got closer and grew more threatening, I also thought about Daddy. I thought about the last time I was out running and how the flood gates opened up on me.  I hadn't had any way to contact Him and I was a drowned rat trudging my way home with rain beating down so hard it was stinging my skin and I couldn't keep my eyes open.  

 

But Daddy had known the general direction I had been headed and He found me, driving up like a knight on a white horse offering me shelter and a dry towel.  

 

Something I took for granted for far too long...Daddy is and always will be my shelter.  It took  many years to accept that it's not me against the world and I don't have to find my own safe place. 

 

No matter how hard or how far I run trying to purge myself of the storms in my life, I know He will always find me.  

 

 

"Slave Driver"

A couple weekends ago, Master and I did a kick-ass workout together.  Oh my gosh, it was so brutal!  He pushed both our bodies to near exhaustion but it really felt great to accomplish something like that together.   

When we were done, He told our oldest that she should have worked out with us. 

Her response, "No way...you're a SLAVE DRIVER!"

I couldn't help but burst out laughing.  Out of the mouths of babes, right? 

Ha..ha...if she only knew!!

Just When You Think You Have it Licked...

How did I ever have so much time for blogging?  It seems like I can't get 5 minutes these days.  I know one of the things that is keeping me busy is the new workout program Master implemented. 

Yes...He has now officially taken over control of my exercise.  It's not that I wasn't exercising.  I had been  faithfully for months but my main focus is always cardio.  A couple weeks ago, He handed me several printouts with lists of exercises and descriptions of how to do them properly .  They were titled "Slave Sexercises" . 

OK...don't laugh!  I know it sounds corny:)

The first day was fun though because I he insisted that I do all my exercises naked and in front of Him.  

Since then, I've just been on my own honor to do them.  Each day is a different sets of exercises meant to improve strength, tone, and balance.  I am on my third week of this program but the first week...oh my gosh...it was all I could do everyday to get up and walk.  The entire week, everything hurt, including my ass, because apparently a week of maintenance spankings were long overdue as well.  He made sure to keep my backside tender and bruised all week...just because.  

Anyways, this was not the point of my post. My original thought was about how easy it is to get caught up in tackling your day to duties and THINKING "oh yeah...I got this...I am in such a good place". 

I should have known better than to think my submission had become easy because here enters the shit storm.

One command from Master + one huffy attitude from slave = realization that slave has grown somewhat complacent and strayed far from her place and didn't even realize it.

So now let me explain.  The other night, it was late.  I was tired and just getting out of the shower.  Master asked that I go through my closet and get out all the trashy clothes I own and model them all for Him.  I didn't really mean for Him to hear the sigh as I continued to dry off, or the clothes hangers that I flung down in frustration on the closet floor because they kept getting tangled as I looked through the clothes.  I suppose it doesn't matter whether He heard all of that or not.  I knew what was in my heart and it was not submissive in the slightest.   

You see, this reminded me that warm weather is upon us, and I assumed would mean the return of a certain kink of His.  One that I do not share. 

Note to self: Presuming to know Master's mind...not a good thing...no not all!

But nothing makes me feel worse about myself than being dressed like a whore and going into public and those are the types of humiliating things He enjoys when the weather is right. I would say that I am fairly confident about my body but I DO NOT like showing it off it places that I don't feel appropriate and He just loves to humiliate me this way.

He let me go about trying on outfit after outfit with my little frowny face, pouty attitude and when I had gotten to the last outfit, He wanted to know what was my problem.  I attempted not to tell Him but decided that was not the right course of action.  These feelings didn't need to fester.  So I explained myself and He explained that it was OK for me to feel as such but not OK to act as such.  So off to the closet He sent me for punishment.  With legs spread wide, He made me bend over and grab my ankles.  No spanking, just left there until He felt I had held that pose long enough, which was until my legs were shaking and tears rolled up my forehead since my head was dangling down towards the floor.

After that, He did have His way with me, using me thoroughly and verbally humiliating me the whole time as He had me turn over face down on the bed and entered me from behind.  With His face right up to my ear, He talked about sending me out into public all sorts of a slutty mess since I presumed to know His mind and all.  I couldn't stop crying and every wall I had wanted to go up. 

However, He took great delight in the fact that when He specifically told me I would be taking a trip to the park at dusk and made to crawl on the walking trail in nothing but my collar and tennis shoes, my pussy decided to flood all over Him. 

The only thing I can say is my brain didn't like the idea but I guess other parts of my body thought otherwise.  Exhausted and tired of fighting tired of fighting the mental battle in my head and my body, I finally let it all go and gave in to Him. 

How easy it is for Him to lead me back to my place again.