05.05 Diary "... Still locked up"

She called me at 0130 MY time, to say She was going to sleep....
Good grief.
And text me, when She was getting up at 0510  to start her day.
Jeez.

Out of the office 0700 or so.  (I left late, catching up on blogs).
...to the Fedex office in Laikwould,  because She needed two blank personal checks sent to Her.
THAT only cost $29 and change, to 'overnight' it to Her hotel.
And yet another stop for gasoline.
And home,  and She was calling me cell before I pulled up to the front door, and asked me to hunt around the house for a plastic bag of something that She feared She left behind.
I went in, and I hunted....  the other bedroom, the living room, the kitchen,  the bathroom, even our boarder's room,  and rummaged through the trash can in the kitchen, AND the trash can out on the street.
Nothin'.
I called Her back, and told Her so.
Then it was feeding time at the home zoo.
Then, I took some selfies to show the current State of The Bottom

And finally, my dinner time.
I still had Sunday's paper unread, and Monday's...  and became somewhat engrossed....
and finished...and looked up at the clock and hurried to bed, at 1230.

Alarm went off at 1730, and I just... turned it off
And woke up again at 1830.   Ah ... merde.
Got up and dressed, no shower... which I usually take just as a wake up aid, anyway.
Then I got stuck on the toilet.
Not literally stuck,  but just ... felt like I couldn't get up, like I wasn't done.
My joke to myself is that I was celebrating Cinco de Mayo by having Montezuma's Revenge.
Finally,  was able to get up, and get in my car around 19:15.
Fortunately, Monday evening is the lesser of the traffic nights.
I emailed ahead of time to the office, to let them know I was enroute, late.
And arrived about 20:00.
My primary partner on this shift was back from a medically related absence,  which meant me doing my job and a third of hers, as she is still new at set-up... but learning fast.
I do not begrudge her the questions she asks... but sometimes, it's just faster to tell her to 'step aside' and do it myself.
Otherwise, not much to report.

HsLS  110 1/2
HsLO  664
HsLD  56 1/2
H+D IC  15 1/2 + 2
Her OOT  2 1/2


from Rules for Enforced Chastity
She has the right to show me off, to show off my enchaste status, to order me to "show it"  to others.

from My Manifesto:
 The only way to terminate our agreement, and this Manifesto, is by terminating the marriage.
  <END of  My Manifesto>

from A Dozen Rules for a Chastized Husband
I am locked up until She decides otherwise.

05.04 Diary "... STILL locked up"

(after midnight)
I was still a spectator at the party.
Then Lady K suggested that She would find a Domme to give me some playtime,  or ...give it to me, herself.
So I continued to watch and wait.
Around 0100, She finished with the two subs she was doing,  and told me she needed to take a break to recharge batteries..
Then she returned to where I was sitting,  and said, that she really needed to wrap up and pack up for the end of the party, and I said, "No problem,  Merry gets home in a week, I can wait...."
And she said, "Hang on..." and went into the bar/kitchen area, and called, "Shilo, come here."
I did, and she introduced me to a Mistress I-forgot-her-name.
She asked me what I liked, and I said, 'Heavy impact play."
"Oh, I have a new paddle to try out."
"Game on," I said.
She pulled out of her bag a black waffle maker, and I started laughing.
"We have one of those in red AND pink.  Merry calls it  a waffle maker, because when she hits the front of my thighs, it creates a red waffle design."
"I see...." she said.
We went to a spanking bench, and I knelt on it.
She started with a table tennis paddle, which were laying around all over the dungeon.
My total lack of reaction to it suggested to her, "Okay using the new paddle now."
She began using the 'sharp' side of it... and PRESTO almost instant bleeding.  She grabbed some tissue, and told me to hold it in place, and she continued whacking with the other side of the paddle, quite high on my buttocks, possibly a bit too high... So when she said, 'Oh I have to go say good-bye to my slave before he leaves..."  I was at least a little bit relieved.
I thanked her, got up, and headed to the bathroom.
And managed to take these selfies:

I took off the thong, and put on cotton boxer briefs that I brought with me "just in case" and continued dressing ...and said good bye to whomever, on my way out.
Home about 0230.... took a selfie.

And dinner.
Sleep... 0400.
Awakened by morning wood, straining against the cage.

Up, feet on the floor 1130, with this selfie:

then quickly dressed,  motivated Stitch to get moving, and we went to my car ....to get to the supermarket.
We shopped,  we checked out, he paid, we went home, and unloaded and unpacked.
Then I stripped for a shower, and took these:

And I showered, and dressed in this, to start with:

then continued dressing,  and packed up.
She called while I was in the shower, and was on the phone with Stitch as I got out of the shower.
Then She called me back, and I said, "Let me get my hands-free plugged in, and I'll talk to you on the way to work."
Which I did, all the way to work

I'm supposed to remind Her to tell me about the "murder mystery".
At work about 1450.
I would say, work was smooth as ... my bottom, but currently that does not work well as an analogy.
Anyway,  Murphy's Law was on hiatus; all went well.
She text me around 2300 MY time, saying She was still awake.
Good Grief.

HsLS  86 1/2
HsLO  640
HsLD  22 1/2
H Locked  39 1/2
Her, out of town   1 1/2 days, more or less

from Rules of Enforced Chastity
She is entitled to tease me, arouse me, deny me, all for Her own pleasure.

from My Manifesto
This Manifest represents guidelines, rules, and regulations that are to remain in place for the duration of our marriage.

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.