Diary 5.21

No further emotional trauma at work, and I departed about 0835.
Had to stop for gas on the way home, and arrived 09.45
She called me earlier to say that Her son had left some important meds at home and She was on Her way, with him, to get them.
They returned about 10:10.  I assumed She was going to work, but She was not.  The boy got in my car, and we headed for his 10:30 appointment.
My initial plan was to NOT take the freeways... but I did, anyway, and made good time, as I parked and we were walking in the building by 10:35.
Up to the 3rd floor, in the lobby and checked in, waited a whole minute before being shown in to the general reception, then into a waiting room for the doctor, and were there 15 minutes before he came in.
Blah blah blah this and that,  and we left, headed down to get him a blood draw.
That was quick and painless, for me, and we left, and arrived home  11:49.
I took care of minor chores around the house.
She took the boy home, and I lay down for a nap,  16:30.
Awake 1950 as She was making dinner.
I did some paperwork...
She declared dinner as ready,
The three of us ate at the table, then we had a household budget meeting.
Then, I went into my room, and started making the bed,  as we had stripped it, and put the mattress cover, and top and bottom sheet, through the washer and dryer, earlier in the day.
Then I watched Fargo from 5/13.
She came in to join me...
And I was asleep around midnight.

HsLS  39
HsLo  216
HsLD  38
Hr UN  275
Her DO  ?  No
Did I offer? No.

from What Wearing A Chastity Device means to Me
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My hands should be bound before any release,  to facilitate an easy recapture.

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Make him fully shave.... all over.  Full Body.

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

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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.

05.19 diary

 As mentioned in yesterday's post, Monday morning at work was ... amongst the top three Most stressful, Most challenging, Most GRRRRR  shifts I've had... (for the last 3 hours or so) in the twenty years I've been doing this.

Out of the office  0730.

Home, 0830, and I called Her on the way, to make sure She was awake, and getting on the phone to make a doctor's appointment.  

I was ready to chew on a can of nails and kick a cinder block down the street.......

I fed the animals,  and She prepared scrambled eggs and toast for me, to which I added re-heated rice and re-heated chicken, and I ate and read the paper,  and excused myself to bed, around 10:00.

Up once around 15:00, to avail myself of the ice cream treat that She had pointed out to me, was in the freezer, and back to bed 15:15.

She woke me up around 1705 to make sure I was getting up, and observed, no time for a "D.O" but asked if I wanted a bottom beating.  I politely declined.

I got up 1730,  went to the toilet, took a shower, dressed... was ready by 1800, half an hour before I needed to go, so I told Her, I had time, if the offer was still good...

In my room,  She sat on the bed, legs out, back propped up by pillows, and I lay myself over Her lap.

She applied the small church paddle 10 times to each of my buttocks, four sets in all, then fifteen times on backs of my upper thighs.

I got up, and finished dressing, said goodbye to all, and was in my car 1840, and at work 1928.

The night was easy.   (Read on, below the pix)  

HsLS  168 1/2
HsLO  168 1/2
HsLD  6
Hr UN   227
Her DO  no
Did I offer:  no
           

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Wondering if a finger in the ass is preferable to full balls.

from Her Five Rules for Controlling My Orgasms

If I ask permission to cum, and you continue, but I do not cum within thirty seconds, it is over, I am locked up, and the clock is reset as if I did cum, even though I did not.

from Five Basics for Keyholding

She decides WHEN:  When I will be unlocked, when I may cum.

     

Epilogue:
One driver that overslept ... his first pickup was for 0500; I called him at 0415 to see when he would arrive to pick up a car...he was still sleeping...which meant, a lot of juggling, taking a guy off a 515 job, to do the 500, taking a guy off a 530 job to do the 515,  taking a guy off a 545 job to do the 530...then the sleeping beauty arrived in time to do the 545.
And a personal assistant for a hot shot agent, traveling in London, calling every 15 minutes to get driver information in London, which I could not get from our London affiliate for the longest time.
And a client calling at 0430 to book an SUV starting in Middle-of-Fucking-Nowhere, CA, and it took 15 minutes to complete, because of the slowness of ..the computer, of her changing the credit card, the email address....   errrgh.
Okay that's two.... one more morning like this, and I'm probably going out on a stress leave.

05.17 Diary

..still awake ,  finally got up at 0015, for chocolate cookies and to read Thursday's paper.
Back to bed, still not sleeping, and noticed She had some kinda strange movie on.
I asked, and she (not She) answered, "The Devil's Rejects."
I started watched it with her, as we talked.
..about how She prefers crunchy peanut butter, but is okay with creamy, if there's no crunchy, but with creamy, it depends on the brand.
Movie ended, and I finally managed to get to sleep, 0315.
Up unaided, 0722.
 I thought I had set my alarm for 0700, and I did, but for Sunday.
Anyway, up and showered and dressed,  and kissed Her goodbye, and She asked, in some puzzlement, "Did you watch the Devils Rejects last night?"
I chuckled, "Yep."
In car  0819, and clocked in at work  0902.
Glanced at me email, at work, saw a statement from my bank, saying I was overdrawn.
I hurriedly took a look,  realized that my budget had not allowed for bills paid recorded in my previous pay period as actually being paid this period, and, yes, I was quite overdrawn.
I sent an email to Her, and in the afternoon, She went to my bank, and made a deposit.
She asked, by text, "Does this mean I get anything I want tonight?'
I asked, if She wanted a Rolls Rolls.
She sent by text, "No I want your brand of smooth peanut butter."
Ah, so.    Very well, then.

Off work and out, 20;00
Home 2100.
She wasn't home yet, helping a friend in another part of LB.
I took a shower...  dressed...  finalized a blog entry.... was having dinner, as they arrived home.
Around 2245, I went into the bedroom, and just laid flat,  hot and tired.  
She came in, lay down, and we talked a bit...  before I went to sleep, about midnight.




HsLS  110 1/2
HSLO  110 1/2
HsLB   62
H UN  179
Her DO  No
Did I offer?  No.



from What Wearing a Chastity Device Means to Me
I learn to make choices, whether I prefer a crushed erection, or having my balls ripped off.

from Her Five Rules for Controlling My Orgasms.
If I ask to cum, but you stop, I will receive merciless post-orgasm torture.

from Five Basics on Keyholding
She holds the key.  I should not forget that, She will not.  She is in control. I have none.