It’s unusual…Mistress generally doesn’t do anything this long term, or this evil.  She likes making me cum, so denial is more often than not something limited to when we’re not together.  But when we ran the estimates, and discovered we’re looking at this taking me at LEAST three weeks to finish…she was fine with it.

She did leave a lil loop hole, that a ruined orgasm was permissible at her discretion.  Which doesn’t comfort me much at all

I am so screwed on this, prolly in more ways than I can imagine…

I do hate having to change pens...

It was for a variety of things…making a payment for Mistress a day late, a month’s worth of bratting, tattling on a playmate.  Mistress gave me what would normally be a complete spanking for us, and then…asked if I was ready for my punishment.

I managed all 100 punishment spanks without a problem, tho I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was really strung out.  It’s a good thing Mistress planned on me being out of it and we had plenty of time for aftercare before I had to go to work.

I can def say, with no small trace of pride, this was the “worst” spanking I’ve ever taken.  I haven’t ever had marks like this on my ass before!

Mistress: “I think I’ll tie you up while I cook the lasagna.”

So we bandied around ideas…ranging from mummifying me to handcuffing me to the staircase.  In the end, she had me sit on one of the kitchen chairs, and cuffed my hands to either side.

I was in my undies and a t-shirt…which Mistress pulled down and up, respectively.  She got me all kinds of hot and bothered, flicking and sucking my nipples and stroking my cock.  I was straining against my bonds, feeling well-trapped.

Then, of course, since we had to eat, she moved away to the kitchen, prepping the lasagna and making conversation.  Every now and then she’d walk over, and make a comment…or put hands or mouth on me.  She walked away, pointing at my cock. “Don’t you DARE let it go soft, or you’ll be in trouble.”

Guys, I’m sure you appreciate the issue.  Without stimulation, it’s eventually gonna go soft. Mistress was doing a primo job of pretending to ignore me…and my mind can’t just focus on that, and stay hard.

I had to wiggle, and squirm, even walking my feet up the wall in front of me in order to get more friction on myself.  Mistress left me alone, occasionally taking pity on me to come over and harden me up.

Once the lasagna was almost finished, Mistress came over, and looked at the clock. “I suppose you’ve kept it hard long enough for me baby…almost an hour is pretty good on short notice.”

So I stopped wriggling, and she went back to cooking, and cleaning up…things got quiet, and I started to feel a lil silly, a bit of sub drop perhaps.  After about ten minutes, Mistress looked over at me, the lasagna in the oven.

I was a lil worried…we’d talked about her leaving me in place while it cooked, but all I wanted was some snuggles.  Luckily, Mistress was of the same mind. “I think I’m ready to let you up, boy. What do you think?”

Thanks to those who voted!

Mistress is sorta not worried one way or another, but is generally in favor of consequences (and loves it when Nicole suggests being mean to me). So, the compromise: a poll, that you’ll find in the side bar.

We’ll run the poll for a week, tally the votes, and then Mistress will take the results under advisement.

1 vote per person, please.  This ain’t Chicago!

The bedtime rule, for instance. It’s just good sense to get enough sleep.  And if that comes at the cost of some personal freedom, then all the better.

5 M&Ms for lunch just tickles Mistress too much, and I can’t really argue against it.  I’ll continue getting a daily tease of chocolate.

The edging every night has already been reduced to a half hour from a full hour.  It ended up in too many late nights, and just too much over all frustration.

Sleeping in the closet has, for a variety of reasons, been removed.

Tracking spending on a daily basis will also stay in place, as will the Facebook restrictions (tho I wheedled an extra 10 minutes a day!).

I’m also going to be working on the post-a-day situation still, as well as wearing the uniform.

So.  Here’s to me being more obedient to the daily posting rule!

Not having Facebook open all the time is terrible.  I’ve been so used to having it up as a constant tab, something to just duck into and update myself on.  It’s also a nice secondary chat program, getting to some people who don’t use Yahoo or AIM.  Not to mention using it to kill time during my breaks at work!  All in all, being cut down to 30 minutes a day…and having to get permission to log in first…it’s a HUGE adjustment I’m not fond of.

The other big difficulty is that hour of edging.  Edging is bad enough…but when I’m in bed, or in front of the computer…there’s some kind of distraction or interaction that makes it much more bearable.  When I’m locked up in the closet…in the dark…just me and the edging…it’s intense, with my mind running wild without interruption.  Not to mention the predicament itself…being in bed early, knowing everyone is still up.

So…it’s starting to get to me (already), but as I told Mistress…that’s kinda the point

Kate recently moved into her own apartment.  Initially, I was going to head over to her place in order to help clean up and set up for the housewarming party…but I kinda ran out of money for gas and had to cancel.

Today, however, I’m heading over with Mistress’s permission to organize Kate’s papers.  Not 100% sure what’s in store, but it’s exciting all the same…I haven’t “served” another besides my current lady in any capacity, and it’s bound to be a new adventure!

I’ll keep all of you posted here in blogland.

The most recent of these bed time anxiety attacks hit me when Mistress was visiting. It was a short, laid back visit where the primary focus was family, not kink. Regardless, when she sensed my restless and disturbed state, Mistress just rolled over and wrapped her hand around my throat.

It was like flipping a switch. My mind simmered down into blissful silence. I started drifting away into sleepy land almost right away.

Mistress barely remembered it the next morning when I mentioned how effective it was. “I was half asleep and wanted you to stop tossing. It was the first thing I thought of.”

Magical domme-powers, I swear.