9.17 Thursday Day

03:30  up...
05:30  up...
08:00  up...  
Cleaned out the kitchen trash can
Scooped the back yard...
Emptied the dishwasher...
Made coffee...
And sat down with phone...looking at email, through tv guide..
She came out of the bedroom...we talked..
And prepped for filming in BR2.
We shot two clips of "Second Wedding Anniversary" with me first FDAU, then in diaper position.
Then She allowed me to unlock, and we showered together.\
I started the download of the videos to the Dropbox, then the conversion from HD to mp4...
And we went into BR2 and  .... 
  engaged in oral, her on me,  then Female Superior sex, then oral for Her,  then missionary sex...  then She said something, don't remember now, that got stuck in my head and I lost the erection.  
We took a break. She went to sleep, but in a few minutes, my erection returned, and I woke Her up, and we resumed missionary, resulting in an O for me.
I cleaned Her up, orally...
And we got up....  
I put the clips in the basic form on our C4S site, leaving it up to Her to add descriptors.
She brought in the mail 
 and WOO HOO the check from Dad arrived.  I mentally breathed a huge sigh of relief.
More mail arrived, including a big box, which was the swamp cooler I had ordered at least 60 months prior, which brought Sunshine out, excited to see 'presents'!
And we dressed to 'run' to the bank.   
Sunshine had me take the 'long way' so she could 'check in' at some places on some game on her phone she was playing.
We went to WF inside Vons, got $200 cash and the balance of the check on a three day hold,  deposited $160 cash in another account, and returned home, to pick up Stitch...
Then went for a drive, first to get some gas in my car, then on to Golden Corral, a rare treat but a celebration, late for our anniversary, and because of the arrival of the money.
Home... overstuffed...
I sat in my chair a bit, til I could not stand it anymore, excused myself, and in bed   ... 21:30.

6.25 Thursday Diary

...watched 'Clipped'.
SLeep.
Awake, 0300.   P&S.
Watched the end of some movie 'Death Squad', while redoing notebooks.  and sleep.
Awake 0600,  with another erection....looking at Her sleeping nicely, and decided to leave Her be.
She woke up ...after it had gone down...and I was half asleep.
WE got up , 8ish..
Let Donna out, fed dogs...
Talking, while I was making notes, and planning...
And ... I dressed, took the vid-cam into BR2 and focused it  from close corner of bed to far corner of bed.
I showed Her how to use the RNG app on my phone... to select a number of implements....(four, as it turned) out, and how to use it, to come up with a number of strokes with each implement...
and we went to BR2, started the camera, and slipped into a roleplay, that began with Her, yelling at me about getting homework done.
I undressed in front of the camera, and while wearing tighty whities and knee high white socks, got on the bed, FDAU, with my butt, back of my legs, to the camera.
She came up behind me, and lowered the briefs, to give my bare cheeks, ten warm up swats with her hand, then told me to get the briefs the rest of the way down and off.
She then commenced with 
 24 strokes of the 16" skinny wood paddle;
 24 strikes of the lollipop brush to each of my cheeks.
 40 strokes of the 18" Delrin cane, mostly to my sit spot. (still bruised from that, as I write this, 24 hours later)
15 strokes of the 24" Zombie Killer bamboo paddle.
Then She expressed remorse for having to spank me HA! and told me to get up, and get to my homework.
She took a few still pix, once I figured out how to do that on my 'new' phone.
We lay together on the bed, talking....
Which soon led to me giving her 'a kiss between the hips' then  some 'aggressive cuddling'.
Then we moved to the living room.
I 'took over' the desk top, to upload the video from camera to computer, while She sat in the easy chair, playing games on Her phone.
Then I converted video from HD to mp4...
Then grabbed a couple dozen screen caps... which I added a selection of, at the end of this entry.
And emailed the pix to myself so I would have them on my phone...
ANd loaded the video onto our clips4sale site, such that She would edit and activate it later.
I was finishing this, when She went into BR1 for a nap.
Once finished, I followed Her..
And slept from 2:30 to 7.
UP, into the living room.
She was at the computer, editing the verbiage on the c4s site prior to activation, and asked ME to take Stitch to the bank, in order to make a deposit before a check written on his account came in.
Merry had asked Stitch for his ATM card, Monday night & Tuesday night...   and it's always "I FORGOT"
IF he does not do something the moment you tell him, it doesn't get done.  He forgets.
Merry accepts this from him, but it drives me bugfucking crazy.
AT first I growled, "How did I get involved in this?"
...then I realized that was the sleepiness talking...I had just woken up...and after a few minutes, I was dressed, while telling Stitch to get ready.... and we were out, and back in a total of 20 minutes at the most.
I sat in the chair, while She was at the computer, or prepping dinner.
Then she served dinner, pork and rice.
After eating, I went to BR1.
She joined me.
I was laying quietly, eyes closed.
She asked about 'watching something'
We decided on 'Wayward Pines.'
And by the end of it, I was aroused, and 
I did a little "one to one with the bearded clam"
followed by some "agreeing on stuff"
...And I was ready to sleep


h sl S               0 
D sl O            36 12
D sl F4Me        1/2
D sl F4Her        1/2
D UN               87 1/2
H sHl O            0
D sl Ci              211
D G-F                36 1/3
D sHl D              1.5
D sl PorM           16+


IN the following picture, 
How did this couple get to here?
I like to imagine:
"Shilo, for your eight o'clock spanking, I want you naked, and kneeling on that chair, and bent over the back. You understand?"
"Yes, dear."
Along comes eight o'clock.  
Shilo strips naked as required, and kneels on the chair.
She comes up behind him and does whatever she will with whatever implements she chooses.

Another "Nearly Instant Arousal"(NIA)  picture (for me) clearly from Leda.  I'd love to see the film this still came from.  
I'd also like to know: how did they get to this point?
I can only try to answer that for myself.

She comes home from work, clearly in a bad mood.
She undresses, to the point of wearing fully body girdle and stockings, and picks up the paddle.
"Shilo, I've had a fucked up day, and you know I have to work it off."
Shilo gulps, and strips naked.
She pulls out a chair, looks down at it, then at him.
He goes to the chair, and bends over the back of it, puts his hands on the chair.
She begins swinging the paddle, and hearing his moans of pain cause her bad mood to dissipate.  

10.16 screen caps from Weekly Maintenance part three...FDAU on bed

Monday 9.22 Diary

Off work, 0633, headed home....
Traffic was bitchy, home 0725.
Fed the animals...  
Showered and dried, put on bali skimp skamp panties, went to my bedroom, where She was sleeping, climbed in...about 0800.
She was NOT waking up, as later, She related that She did not go to bed until 'after Stitch left for work'.
I got up, had my Daily Bread, and went back to bed, 0845.
She got up at some point while I slept
I got up oh 1245  to pee, and snack...  then went to sleep in Her room, which was somewhat cooler.
Awake with Stitch's entry AND the music that She was playing on Her computer in the living room, 1715, and I got up, turned off my alarm, set for 1732, and had feet on the floor, 1730.
I prepared for a shower. 
She told me, when done, or by 1800, to grab a paddle of my choice, and be on Her bed, FDAU.
I showered and dried...no point in dressing... went to my room, selected the Lite-Bite paddle, and returned to Her room, and got on the bed.
She said, "Count," and I counted out 35 swats, nearly dead center on my cheeks.
"Done," She said,  and I got up, and hugged, and thanked Her.
Then I pushed Her down on the bed,  pulled down Her Binky Pinkies, and provided oral service, to Her delight.
Then, I asked for a picture, which She took, but it didn't take. Don't know why, but it wasn't on my phone, so I took two selfies.
Then I went to get dressed, make iced coffee, and prepared to leave.
I was in my car 1833...
and traffic all the way in to Hollywood was a capital B and rhymes with 'switch'.
And I stubbornly exited Highland, as I've become accustomed to doing..and was on the off-ramp for... 45 minutes?  
It was Lil Wayne at the Hollywood Bowl, and traffic was just FUBAR.
I arrived at work at 2040.  127 minutes. I think that's my record longest commute time.  Grrrr.
Fortunately, our newest Dispatch Assistant Supervisor, MT, was there, keeping things together and in good shape.

ONCE I got there, all in all, a quiet night...up to midnight.

HsLS 81
HsLO 182
HsLD  6
Hr UN 98
Her DO  Yes

Worthy of comment is the picture taking, afterwards.
A while ago (a month? two months?) I declared, 'No more pictures'.
It is my belief that I was being petulant and spiteful, simply because of the LACK of attention my bottom was getting from Her.
(Such as  9.02 Yes, and 9.13 Yes, and nothing in between)(and during August, a total of 5 home sessions).
Now that we've been getting back to it on a regular basis (starting and including 9.13 to 9.22, we did not have sessions only on  9.14 and 9.17), I am much more desiring of having pictures taken, and journaling the experiences.
Now then:

Thur 09.18 Diary

Up and awake  00:30, Pee and snack.
Up again 01:30, and went to my chair to sleep... still annoyed about how things ended at bedtime.
She woke up to come get me; I went back to bed with Her.
Up 0930; feed the animals, had coffee, dressed; we got in Her car, and headed down for dental appointments we both had.
She went in first at 1100, I accompanied Her, then I had mine, while She waited outside. Hers was okay, mine was a disaster, but I expected it.
...Home.  Laundry in wash.
Talking...
Laundry in dry.
On my laptop with EP and other sites.
I went in to the bathroom, and came out.
She demanded a 'butt check'.  I dropped my shorts, She inspected 'tween' my cheeks. I did not pass, She called for Merry One.
I got naked on the bed, FDAU for 12 on each cheek with the 15" paddle, and 16 on each cheek with the 12" church paddle. She obliged with pix of my reddish bottom.
THen showered, dried, dressed, getting ready to go to a LICK munch.. and She told me to insert a butt plug.
I did....
We got in Her car, 1730, and arrived 1820.  
It was an interest munch, with a good presentation on cunnilingus.
Home 2145; She told me to unlock it, and take a shower.
I did. 
Afterwhich, I switched from the basic butt plug, to an inflatable one...which had the immediate effect of bringing on a bowel movement.I went to the toilet, and cleaned up, and switched to a different plug, and went back to my bedroom.
She came in, and commenced with some hands on cock and ball teasing, while manipulating the plug in my ass.
Then She told me to get Her strap on cleaned up and ready.
I did so.
She came in, and I helped Her get it on, and She deftly put a cover over the dong.
Then I bent over the bed, feet on the floor, knees bent so I was low enough that She could hit the spot...and She slipped the dong in my hole, and fucked my ass, good and nice and hard and slow and fast...
She took it off, got on the bed.... I pulled down Her panties...  
And gave Her, oral satisfaction.
Because of abrasions around my penis, She wanted me to put a cover on it before we had intercourse. 
I did, we did, for a few minutes.
Then, as we lay together, She called for a Merry Two, and used the church paddle on my buttocks, 13 swats to each cheek.
Laying together, She fell asleep, as did I.

HsLS  1 
HsLO 86
HsLD  1   # of D   2

Hr L 34
Hr UN 2
Hr plugged  6
Strap On used:  Yes

directly after

directly after

Selfie, after shower

Selfie, after shower

Selfie, after shower

selfie, after shower

selfie, after shower

Mon 09.15 Diary

Out 6:35 and home 7:23.
I fed all the animals...   and sat down to look over the SSA papers that She updated.
And I stripped off, heading for the shower, just as She woke up and came out to say, "Hello, heading for the shower?"
"Yep."
"Join me when you're done?'
"You bet."
So, I showered and dried, but did not dress, and went into Her bedroom, naked,  and pulled the sheet that She wrapped herself in off of Her, and pulled down Her Kinky Pinkies, and proceeded to give Her oral pleasure.
Invariably, like this time, this only lasts a few minutes, then She pulled me up to mount Her.
But my penis was not cooperating, simply would not harden.
So we lay together and ... talked about... stuff.
Kinky stuff.
About, using her as a sexual object...  and asked if I had any desires or fantasies in that regard.
I paused long, saying I was ... ashamed to admit it.
She coaxed it out of me, and I told Her, and She said, "We could do that....do you want to spank me now?"
I hesitated again, and She asked, "Do you want a spanking?"
"Yeah..."
"Go, get a paddle."
I got up, and went... naked, but our other two housemates were not to be seen... to my bedroom where the implements are kept, selected the church paddle, and returned to Her room.
She was standing and waiting. I handed Her the paddle, and She said, "FDAU."
I got on the bed, face down ass up, my feet just dangling off the edge of the bed, legs spread.
"Count."
I counted ten smacks to my left buttock, then ten to my right,  then another 16 that alternated between cheeks.
"Get up, in the corner."
I got up, and stood in the corner,  face in the corner, heels touching, feet about 90degrees to each other, hands at my sides.
She had me move to open the door, and step out, then came right back.
A few minutes later, our housemate, tallship opened the door, and I had to move, as he came in to get clothes out of whichever chest of drawers he kept clothes in.
"Don't mind him, he's been naughty."
"Oh, okay, " he muttered, quickly grabbing some clothes,and departing.
After a few more minutes, She said, "Okay, come here."
'Come here' meant, lie down on the bed next to Her.
"Do you know what that was for?'
"Um, no, not really."
"We are husband and wife. You should never be ashamed to tell me anything."
"Oh, okay."
We continued talking, and I asked, "Okay if I stroke it, see if I get a reaction?"
"Sure."
After a few minutes, She got up to pee, and by the time She returned, I had a good start on an erection.
"Mmm," She said, "Choose one, two, three."
"Um...one."
"Okay, on your back."
I got on my back, and She got on top of me, impaling herself on my erection.
We fucked that way a bit, while I fondled and squeezed Her breasts, until She said, Her arms can't support herself that way anymore, and She rolled onto Her back, and I got on top of Her, and we continued...  for a decent amount of time, as She came and came and came... and I came, too.
 (Twice in less than 36 hours!)
I slipped down Her legs, and sucked and licked my cum from Her kitkat.
Finished... I moved up to lay next to Her, as She popped up and said, "We both need a shower."
So... we both went and took a shower.
I put on white Fruit of the Loom briefs.... my only pair of FotL, which is odd--I'm sure I bought a three-pack, back when I was buying tighty whities...  I have a drawer full of Hanes, which I don't like. Only good for putting on quickly to sleep in, then getting out of, when I get up.
We went into the kitchen... I assembled my daily meal, and She generated Her own breakfast.
I glanced through the mail, and ate while reading a few days worth of newpapers.
Done about 11;10, and I had to get to bed.
My room was already or going to be in the high 80s, low 90s, so I figured to sleep in Her room, which is way too bright during daytime because of the location of the windows. I went and found a blindfold/eye mask, and put it on, and went to sleep in Her room.
Woke up once at 1530. She was gone (supermarket, I found out later) and I peed, and had a snack...then back to sleep.
She woke me up at 1730, and I said, "My alarm hasn't gone off yet..." and it did, like two minutes later.
So I got up, gathered clothes, went to the toilet.... and S & D & D...   made a jug of iced coffee (because She brought home some Starbucks instant packs, Thank You So Much, My Beloved Wife,) and packed up other stuff, and went to my car, 1822
First, a gas stop, one mile in the opposite direction, 17 gallons,  then I headed for work.
710, easy. 5 north not bad.
But the 101 ... jacked up as soon as I made the transition.
It cleared up once I got past the incoming 110 interchange... and sailed to the Hiland offramp.
And came to a long stop, due to HollyBowl traffic.  Actually, it was due to a long wait, to make the left turn onto Hiland.
But while I was there, my old manager (the one that left the company two weeks ago) was sending me texts.  Nothing shattering, just "how ya doing" and  "have you talked to <the guy at that other company> yet?"
It passed the time while waiting at the light.
Finally got through, arrived at work 1925, and ducked into the toilet.  Errgh.
Easy night.

HsLS  14
HsLO  14
HsLD  15
H UN 56
HER DO  YES


a SpankBuzz video: Two Painful Paddles

6.21 Diary

Up  0930 ish.
Morning sex.
Up for coffee, newspaper, pills.
Went out back, went to work on the washing machine problem, and fixed it.
Inside...shower and dressed....
Off with Her for a 1400 interview with a domestic sub prospect at Co's.
We both knew in the first ten minutes,  'no', but we were there until 1515.
Then returned home, where Her second oldest son was using our driveway to work on his car, so we stopped by to say hello.....
Then made the 27 mile trip to my workplace to get my paycheck...
And 29 miles back to the bank/supermarket.
The bank had some idiotic new rule about cashing and depositing a non 'bank' check,  so I had to cash my check, then go to the ATM, five feet away, to deposit the cash back into our account.  We were both manipulating it at the same time, and we were not working well together.
We went on inside the market,  just browsing.... She looked at the price on some special, came up to me, right in my face, or that's the way I felt, and said in a loud voice,  "Seven for six dollars."  And I said, "You're getting in my space, back off."
Well.
She turned around and walked out of the market.
After a second, I followed, found Her standing outside.  
She said I embarrassed Her, that people were staring at us.....

We went back in, and continued shopping.
During which She said, "You will be punished when we get home. whether my son is still there or not."

We finished up, checked out,  went to the car, loaded up, stopped at the PO mailbox across the street, and on the way home, She said I was to unload the car, put the groceries away, then undress, completely, and stand in the corner.    So, we went home.... I unloaded the car.
Stitch came out and helped, yet I still managed to get it all in without incident, and put the groceries away.
She was sitting at Her computer in the living room.
I grabbed my carry bag and keys from the dining room table...walked into my room, and out the sliding glass door that led to the back yard, on out the garage door, down the driveway  (where I twisted my ankle, a frequent occurrence for me)  and into my car, and I drove away, and found some place to sit and think for awhile.
Not unexpectedly, She called me... and I said something like, I'll come home if and when I'm ready.
So..what was my problem?
Anger.  I could feel it rising in me, like lava rises in a volcano, until it just erupts.
Why?
Because we have been so far away from a M/s or D/s or FLR-DD dynamic for the past few weeks... a month?  that it just pissed me off that She was invoking it, or TRYING to invoke it, right now.
Especially over something that I could not control.  When She came up that close to me in the supermarket, I felt invaded, almost felt a claustrophobic panic attack coming on.  
Still, this is the stuff of (some of) my fantasies.  Real discipline coming from a Dominant wife... not just make-believe or roleplay...  
But I was still pissed off by the timing.
It's one thing to have the agreement, the understanding, in place.
But without the agreement, this was totally WTF?!

I started the car and went home.... gone about 30 minutes.
She did not say a word when I came in, nor did I.
I went to my bedroom, and stripped down, to black socks, came out, glanced at the clock  (19:25) and stood in the usual corner.
After a few minutes, She told me to sing  "Twinkle twinkle little bat...'
Which I did, any number of verses.
She told me to stop.
Then She said, "Say the prime numbers."
I started citing prime numbers, and got up to 253, when She said, "Stop."
She came up behind me, and started talking.
I embarrassed Her in public, and I could expect this and more, anytime I do that.
She walked away.
She told me to sing...something.
I sang, "I release and I let go..'  a number of times.
She told me to stop.
She asked if I wanted some water.   Yes,
She brought it , and told me to turn around. I did.
Clock  8:25.
I was sweaty, from the hot corner.
She told me to go take a shower, and I did, and after I dried, She said, to go lay on ..the half of her bed that did not have  debris all over it...and I did.
She came in, and started 'lecturing' a bit more.  
And said, She hadn't decided whether to finish the punishment now...or wait....
Then She told me, "FDAU."
I got FDAU, and She pulled out a flapper, I guess.... a metal cane-like stick, with a leather flapper piece on the end.
And She started smacking my buttocks and thighs with it... 85 times across, then 85 concentrated on my left thigh and sit spot.... with two smacks on my scrotum  that made me wince and move a bit.
Then She told me to get on my back... legs up...and applied another 25 or so, between my thighs, aiming for my taint.
She stopped, told me to put my legs down.
I asked her to move over, and jumped up to go to the toilet, and tried to throw up, but gave up dry heaves only.... and my long untied hair fell into the toilet.
So She had me... kneel over the edge of the tub and washed my hair  (third time today).
And I got up, and dressed in some underwear....   started my journals while She started dinner....
Dinner was served... and I finished journaling, and was in bed  00:15.

HsLS  14
HsLO  960
HsLD   3
H UN 1019
Her DO   Yes


from One Scenario for Mandatory Male Orgasm Denial
 SHe will play, tease and arouse you.  THis is to ensure that you experience maximum erotic desperation.

from One Possible Set of Enforced Male Chastity Regulations
He will wear the CD when ordered as doing so symbolizes her dominance and control.

from How to Control Your Husband

5.     Make him do something humiliating (see list below).

1.     Make him wear a butt-plug for a time.

2.     Make him be naked when you are not.

3.     Make him masturbate for you.

                               4. Always, ALWAYS make him eat his own cum no matter where it is deposited

6.10 Diary

Left work 06.30
Home 710.
Cookie, out. Unlocked gate.  Fed Cookie. Fed the cats. Let Donna out of her crate.  Fed her.
Gathered fresh underwear, stripped off, got into the shower.
Dried and dressed.
Went into Her bedroom, got in bed next to Her.
She started talking.
She had read my journal.
She said that ...henceforth, frontal impact play would only be used for Punishment, or if we pre-negotiate that it is 'okay'.
She said that, if'n'when I am ready to get back into the bdsm-lifestyle 24-7, She was thinking about a contract, and would work up something to send me for approval.
And She mentioned a weekly treat, for good behavior, a box, is how She described it.  More on that in a separate journal.
And, I was just ...in the mood, and said, "I think I would like ... to have you use the zombie killer on my bottom."
"And... what are you going to do for me, FIRST?"
I rolled on top of Her, began with kissing and nibbling Her neck,  then down, squeezing and nibbling Her nipples, then on down, pulled down Her panties (REAL panties, not tighty pinkies), and licked the top of Her slit, between Her closed thighs, until She pulled me up, to Her, while I hastened to get my skimp skamp panties down.  I was not erect, but it took a little manipulation of the head of my cock into the wetness between Her legs, and I was soon enough ready, and began thrusting....
She moaned Her pleasure, as I thrust in and pulled out, while nibbling on Her right breast, and squeezing and teasing Her left breast.
In time, She said, "My pussy is spent...are you gonna come in my pussy...?"
"I ...don't think so..."
"Then get up, and go get the zombie killer."
I got up, I went, and returned with it, as She was sitting up.
I handed it to Her, and She stood up, and said, "FDAU."
I was still only wearing socks, and knelt on the bed, FDAU.
When I suggested this to Her, I was thinking.... eh, twenty.
She had me count, as always.
To One hundred and one.
And after I collapsed, prone, face down, She said, "I was planning to continue until you called 'mercy' but at a hundred, I could tell, you weren't going to, that's why I stopped."
"Ummm...."
She took a couple pictures.
"You want me to do another hundred from the other side?"
"Sure....'
So, from my right side, as I lay prone and flat,  I counted out Seventy, when She stopped, because some pimple or somesuch on my left buttock had opened up, started bleeding, and She began tending to it.
Then it was time for Her to start getting ready for work, and told me to lay there as long as I needed.
Eventually, I got up, put on my panties and a-shirt, and went into the kitchen, and started making my daily meal.
I ate, while reading the paper.
She left for work, around 10:40.
I took a few selfie pix, and went to bed.

She woke me up... around 15:00,  to tell me the pool guy was here (Yes, I knew that, I heard him), and that She had been fired. (Oh?)
"Now, I can spank you every morning!"
"Is that right?"

I got up to pee, and chow down on some chocolate.
Back to sleep.
Alarm off 1745, up 1800.
Stitch was home, already showered...She was getting in the shower, I was right behind Her.
They left to go to a munch, just before me.
I left last, and locked up.
In car 18:48,  at work  1933.

HsLS  15
HsLO  696
HsLD   14
Hr UN  755
Her DO?  Yes

from One Scenario of Mandatory Male Orgasm Denial
 Never ask why you are denied orgasm; accept Her will.

from One Possible Set of Enforced Male Chastity Regulations
She will decide if and when the penis may ejaculate; she may deny giving permission for any reason.

from How to Control Your Husband

 I have done my research over the years and have been trying to find a way to sum it all up in a simple form. 

Well, here it is.  If you want to control your husband, here is a guide that should be of some help. It is by no means a complete, in-depth discourse, but should be enough to get you started.

Also, if you, yourself, feel a bit timid or guilty about doing or saying some of the things your partner wants or needs to hear, then you have to remember, you are doing it because you love him and he does it because he loves you.  Don't push him harder than he can stand, but always push to find his limits. Once you find them, respect them, but keep on pushing them.

The following is a list of things you should be doing. Not everything will apply in every case, and there my be things not on the list that work for you. 

Here we go:  

Her pic, right after 101

Her pic, right after 101

My selfie pix, not more than an hour later:

Diary 05.20

While I was at work, She sent me a text:

“You’ve been a naughty boy, and I’ve used the Random Punishment Selector.”

So 6:30 a.m., I headed home, a little bit nervous.

Once home, I took care of chores and took a shower.

I stood naked at the doorway to Her room.

She said, “Close the door, put on your briefs, and knock before entering.”

I did so.

“Come in.”

I opened the door, and entered, and stood in front of Her.

“You’ve missed quite a few days now, in providing me with D.O.  I understand, there have been good reasons and extenuating circumstances, but the fact remains, you have been amiss in your duty.  I’ve use the Random Punishment Selector to decide your punishment.  So, go get the cock and ball pillory, and bring it in here.”

I did so.
“Place it someplace where you will be less likely to fall over.”

I set it down, close to the edge of the bed.

“Now bring in the turquoise chair.”

I fetched it.”

“Put it there,” She said.  “Now, take ‘em down, and put yourself in the pillory.”

I took down and off my tighty-whities, and stepped up to the pillory. I put my ankles in the metal cuffs, adjusted the height on the post,  separated the metal bars enough to push and pull my ‘junk’ in between the bars, then squeezed the bars together, and tightened the wing nuts.

“Bend over.”

I did, with the palms of my hands flat on the bed.

She stood up and behind me, and applied forty two strokes of the short black Delrin cane, from the top of my buttocks down to just about the back of my knees.

“Unclamp yourself….now, bend over the back of the chair.”

I did so, and She picked up the Zombie Killer paddle.

And  She delivered four strokes of it  across the middle of my buttocks.

“Now, FDAU on the bed.”

I got on the bed, on my knees, my feet just dangling off the edge, then I bent at the waist forward, so  that my face was  on the bed,  with my butt pushed up.

She picked up a long plastic paint mixing rod, and applied eighteen strokes of it across my buttocks, and down my thighs.

She started to pull on my right leg, so that it seemed out of line with my left knee and leg, so I moved my left leg accordingly, and She whacked my thighs. 

“I did not tell you to move. I’m trying to adjust your backside to get even impact on both sides.  You get nineteen more for moving.”

And nineteen more strokes were applied.

“Get up, that’s the end of the physical portion.  Now go into the back yard, and bend over the hot tub.”

I did so, and She followed, and I heard the click click click sound  that my phone makes when the camera is being used.

We went back inside, and She handed me a black dress. 

“Put it on.”

I pulled it up, and over my head, and down.

“This part of your punishment includes forced cross-dressing, and corner time.  You might be able to think of something that could reduce the actual corner time.”

Well, I can take a hint.  “May I provide you with a D.O.?”

“Yessss,” She said, with the slightest of smiles, and She took off Her robe, and lay down on the bed, wearing only panties.

I got on the bed, on top of Her, and began kissing Her neck, and working my way down, then She said, “No, lower…”

I moved down, and pulled Her panties down, and off Her feet, and began working my tongue between Her tightly closed thighs. 

After gasping loudly a few times, She whispered, “That all you got?”

“Well, let’s find out.”

I pulled the dress up and off.

My penis was not showing interest,  but some manipulation of it against Her wetness woke it up, and soon we were performing the ol’ in-out.

It lasted maybe ten minutes, then my hard-on wilted.

I think, due to the pain in my nipples and thighs.

She told me to get up, wipe down my penis, and put the dress back on.

I did.

She took pictures of me on Her phone, so I don’t have them, then led me to the living room, opened the front door wide, with the security screen door still closed, and told me to stand in the corner created by the open front door and the screen door, such that anyone passing by could look in and see me there.

Well, it’s not that busy a street. But the mail had not been delivered yet, and was actually late, by his usual standards.

“Do not talk to anybody but me,” She said.

During corner time, I usually go into mantra meditation:  “I am … I am … I am… I am… I am…”

After a few minutes, She said, “Start singing, “Twinkle Twinkle Little Bat”.

In my off-key voice, I sang the four lines of the song, repeatedly,  some twenty times.

“Stop.  Now,  recite prime numbers from one to a thousand.”

“Two, three, five, seven, eleven……   

  …One fifty-seven…”

“Stop.  Turn around.  You’re done.  Go ahead and do whatever you need to do.”

I removed the dress, put on my briefs, and a robe.  With the front door open, it was pleasantly chilly.

I started fixing my dinner, as She started getting ready for work.

I was eating and reading the paper,  when She brought in a handful of handy wipes.

“Find a gallon freezer bag to put these in.”

I got up, and did so, and returned to the paper.

From inside the shower, She called out, “Bring me the plumber’s tape.”

I got up, found the tape inside Her room, and went into the bathroom and handed it to Her, and returned to the paper.

She was putting together Her lunch, and said, “Find a plastic bag for me to carry this.”

I got up and went into the kitchen, found one, and handed it to Her, and sat down again.

“These gallon bags don’t always seal tight.  Do we have any others?”

I got up, went into the kitchen and poked around.  “Um…no others.”

I sat down again.

“Go out to my car and see if it has gas in the tank.”

I got up, found her Keys, went out the front door, down the walk, out the gate, down the sidewalk to our driveway, opened Her car, put the key in the ignition, and turned it…. Yep, all good.

I returned, inside the house.  “Full tank.”

“Oh, good. “

I did not bother sitting down again, as I watched Her doing Her final preparations to leave.

She departed around 10:45, and I finally finished the paper, and was in bed by 11:15.

My alarm annoyed me at 17:00; I was upright at 1730.

And surprised that She had not tried to wake me as yet, so I guessed She wasn't home yet.

But, as I headed into the shower, I saw Her son, standing in front of Her tv in Her room, watching, and I stuck my head in, and saw Her, sound asleep on Her bed.

I showered and dressed and made iced coffee, then went in to to kiss Her goodbye.  

She woke up enough to say 'Good bye' back at me, and I left.

In my car, 18:00.   

On the 710 north....and almost at a dead stop, averaging maybe 5 to 6 mph... up to the 5, when it all broke, wide open.

At work, 19:28.

  Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

The night work I had to do, no problem.

But helping my relatively inexperienced coworker do set up for Wednesday,  the finale of "American Idol"...

Errrrrgh...

She likes 'surprising' me.

Now, I have a couple, for Her.

HsLS  15

HsLO  192

HsLD  16

Hr Un 251

Her DO  Yes

from What Wearing a Chastity Device Means to Me

The number of multiple orgasms ..more.. that She can have than me has gone up by one.

from Her Five Rules for Controlling My Orgasm

I will swallow every drop of my ejaculate, always, without hesitation, and without being told.

from Five Basics for Keyholding

Her teasing me builds my desire for Her. 

Epilogue:

 Not a bad overnight.  Would even say, a calm one.  

I could speculate, I'm not taking that stress leave, after all.  

It's 06:20 as I'm composing this, with another couple hours to go.

2nd epilogue:
Getting ready to leave work and no new drama to report.

5.03 Diary "Shilo's winkie, all locked up..."

She was up all night, packing and prepping and cooking and what not.
She woke me up around 06:45, by saying, "F D A U, and take your briefs off."
I took 'em off, and knelt on the bed, FDAU.
She left the room, returned, and sat on the bed behind me.
I felt ... something enter my anus and rectum, and more of something, then more,  until I moaned, "UGHHHHHHHH...."
And She withdrew Her hand, saying, "Oh, by the way, you're constipated."
She had gotten most of Her hand in my rectum, up to about the knuckle on Her thumb.

I helped Her as much as I could with Her packing, and I fed the animals, and we showered.
Then She said, "It's lock up time."
I got out the Spartacus Deluxe, and squeezed my scrotum through the ring, followed by my penis, and slipped the cage over my penis, and attached a plastic security lock,  then asked Her to check it to make sure it was secure.

Then we packed up the car, and set off to pick up Her traveling companion.
On the way, we discussed the fisting.
I asked, if this was a make-up for NOT doing what She suggested She might do, Thursday morning.
She said, I did not really fulfill my part of the bargain in that I did not completely manage to convert Her jpg form into a usable format.
But, She thought it something I would like, before Her trip.
So we had a brief discussion about 'scales' like a scale of 1 to 10
Which I've since decided , should be from 0 to 10.  (my pleasure scale)
Where 0 is NO pleasure at all, such as eating macaroni and cheese.
5 would be dead center.  I'm okay if 'it' happens again, I'm okay if it doesn't.
10 would be the max...  like, for pastrami,  or chocolate and peanut butter candy.
And I told Her, fisting rates about a 5 and a half.
But it's situational....
To begin with, if I AM to be penetrated at all (which I do enjoy), and given the choice, I would prefer some kind of plug or dildo, and MUCH prefer a strap-on.
And for this fisting scene,  THAT I was groggy and not very awake put points against it.
And I needed to go pee, but She did not give me a chance.  Negative points.
Not knowing what She was going to do.  Negative points.  Had She told me, I could have. cooperated better, pushed against Her, opened my ass so to speak, but I did not know what was coming.
She does like to surprise me, but sometimes it  helps if I know what to expect.
Huge positive points could be added IF
.... We were to set up the videocamera, and called it a teaching video, "How to Fist Your Man"
..... It happened at home, with an audience...
....  It happened at a dungeon,  with whomever that wanted to watch, watching....  (that has happened twice).

We picked up Her traveling companion, and headed for the airport.
I dropped them curbside, about 0930,  and pulled out of the airport, and went off in search of gasoline.
Went from there directly to a bank nearby home to make our house payment...
Then went home...   to use the toilet  (interesting, how off I feel the need to 'go' after I've had a fist in my rectum), and take the selfies shown above...
Then I got back in my car, and headed for a dungeon for the Moonburn party.
There, I just had pulled into the parking lot, was sitting in my car, and another car pulled up alongside of me, and out of it stepped Will,  my favorite Top from  April of '13,  until that relationship went to hand in a hellbasket... my fault for creating expectations...  which, in the ensuing months, we talked over and resolved.
Anyway, I went in, and nodded at Devo,   who was my Top during March of '13, until THAT relationship went deep south...  and we never talked to resolve those issues, so now we're on a 'nodding' status only.
And eventually,  Stewii came in, whom I've played with a number of times, as Top and bottom, and we still message back and forth on Fet....and we chatted a bit, then he went on in to the main room.
I spent a great deal of time, watching.
Will was constantly involved with one bottom or another.  He always has quite a following there.
I saw Stewii giving, in one scene, and receiving, in others.
Towards the end of the party, I was standing at the doorway to the room Will was in, just finishing a workout he was giving to some bottom, then he looked at me, and said, 'Your turn, big boy."
I stripped to black jock-briefs,  put my hands on the spanking bench, and bent over slightly, pushing my butt out.
And he whacked my bottom, hard and proper.
And stopped, about when I could see one droplet of blood fall to the floor.
He wiped my bottom with alcohol, and said, "Okay, we're done."
I stood up, thanked him, and dressed.
It was quitting time at the party, and I left.
Home, about 1700, and I went straight to my bedroom, to take a nap.
Up around 1845, and showered,  and dressed ... for the next party I was attending.
The dress code for the party was "thong", and I had purchased, long ago, a lovely women's thong, just for this party.... but I noticed that the thong does not contain my package at all, when it's caged. 'So I had to figure out something else.
Like this:

Over that, I put on my favorite style of black tights, and a zip front shirt...  and off I went.
I arrived at the dungeon at 20:03.
The newbies class was schedule to begin at 20:00, and I walked in,  and sat down and it had not started, as Lady K said, they just opened the door at 2000, so she was waiting a few minutes, before beginning.
The class started at 2010 or so, and ended at 2030 or so... at which point, social hour began, for the subs, of which there was a major preponderance,  to meet and greet the Dommes.
Social hour is not my thing. Fact is, it's my anti-thing,  the sort of thing that has, in the past, triggered... and is still quite capable of triggering, a panic attack.
So, I stayed away of socializing.
I had no intention, in attending this party, of  trying to get playtime with some Domme, anyway.
I was there, by my own intent, to scope things out and report back to Her, what all happens and when, and to participate in the spanking line.
I will write up a more formal report, in a journal entry.
Around 2200, Lady K began setting up chairs for the spanking line, that started in the first medium size room, and snaked through the second medium size room, and included the slightly elevated stage, and said, "Heavy masochists up front, and on the stage... paddles included if you're willing,  medium subs this way, and around this way for lightweights."
I hurried to a place on stage, and bent over the examining table on the stage.
The Dommes started coming around.
The second to approach me said "Hello" and asked if it was okay if she used a rubber baton-like paddle on me.
SURE.
Yeah, it stung a ...little...bit...and also drew drops of blood on the spot weakened earlier in the day.
The next Domme up put a paper towel in my hand, and told me to hold it there.
Later, Lady K came up and said, 'You boys getting enough attention up here?"
"NO," I said, emphatically.
"Well, let's try Ol Betsy," she said, referring to a wooden paddle, not at all thick,  maybe 5" by 8" overall.
She smacked my butt a few times, and I all but chuckled.
"How does that feel?"
"Have you started yet?' I asked.
"Oh, such a smart mouth, I'm going to tell Mistress Merry on you."
"Oh, She knows already," I said.
A couple more smacks... and there was blood on the paddle.
"You got blood on my paddle!" she said, in mock indignation.
"Happens quite often, ask Merry," I said.
In the course of the evening, every time I bumped into Her, She said, "YOU got blood on my paddle..."
The spanking line event ended about  22:30,  and it was time for all the other scenes,  whether by Dommes using their dance cards, and by Dommes who brought their subs for play.
I saw, in one smaller room, a short Domme pegging a BIG black fellow, as he lay back, with his legs up and spread....
And another scene, as a Domme had her slave over a bench, inserting numerous plugs into his rectum, then finishing with a long hard pegging...
And some rope bondage, and puh-lenty of impact play scenes.

as of midnight:
HsLS  62 1/2
HsLO 616
HsLD  9
H Un/Locked  8 1/2 / 15 1/2
Her, OOT  (from, leaving the house)  15 H
Her DO   no
Did I offer?  No, for lack of time.  She kinda suggested it, but in retrospect, I think it woulda made Her late for the flight.



from Rules for Enforced Chastity
She is entitled to tease me, deny me, and generally kept me aroused for as long as She deems fitting.
from My Manifesto:
No part of My Manifest is intended to interfere with my career, or Spiritual, or family life.