Showing posts with label bath brush. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bath brush. Show all posts

Friday, May 2, 2014

05.01 Diary

Woke up around 0545.
She was not in bed....found out, She couldn't sleep, and was antsy about a project that She had to do before Her upcoming convention...and She was in Her bedroom, at Her computer, doing so.
Meanwhile Stitch was up and ...in the bathroom.      SIGH
Had a snack, went back to bed.
Both of us awake, 0900.   She wanted the DailyOrgasms that She missed yesterday, and for today.
I started by servicing Her orally, then got on top of Her, for a good session of intercourse....
until She said, "I've had enough..."
And I had to stop and withdraw.
Would I have cum had I continued?  Maybe.  From the way I felt at that moment, don't know.
Does it annoy me that She told me to stop?
No. 
 Just the other day, I suggested this sort of thing, as a form of tease and denial, or male orgasm control.
She kinda rolled to the side when I got off, and I took the opportunity to smack Her buttocks a few times, with my hand, and even applied the newish plastic thingee to Her bottom.
Shortly after that, I was stretched out, naked, on my stomach, and She brought out the bath brush, and applied about 30 smacks of it to my bottom.



Up, and I went to the toilet...and this time our young female boarder was in the bathroom, taking a shower.
SIGH....
Eventually I was able to get into the bathroom.
Then, turned on my laptop, and got online long enough  to pay bills that were due today.
Then we showered and dressed....and went out to my car, 11:11,   and we headed to Burbank for a weekly text-study class.
We were late, but no big deal, it's very informal.
We left there at 1305, and headed for the Hysteria Galleria.  
First stop, JCP.    Nope.
Then Macy's where She found two suitable dresses....
and I took this picture  
And She found jewelry for Her septum....
And we left there at 15:55,   starting the 25+ mile ride home in the fangs of rush hour.
We discussed what had to be done, and what didn't.
Walmart for specific shampoo...tomorrow.
Von's for general shopping.. tomorrow.
Home Deport for plumber's tape and paint  ...  tomorrow.

She dozed off during the later part of the ride.
I was heading for Her bank.
Heading south on the 710, I planned to go west on the 91, and get off at Atlantic, to go south...and managed to go east on the 91 instead.   
I got off at LBB, just like I was heading home...continued south, and turned left on Delamo. Cruising along there, She woke up, looked around and said, "You get lost again?"
"It's not the route I planned, but it'll work out," I said, turning right on Atlantic.
I pulled into a big parking lot, and suggested, "I'll get our prescriptions at CVS while you go into the bank."
"Sure."
I went in, bought and paid for five prescriptions, and returned to my car.
Eventually, "she" returned to the car, carrying an ice cream car.
And we went home.
I took care of some chores, while she started making  phone calls; she had a list of about 60 to go through.

Around 1930, little-s, Stitch and I went out to dinner at HTB.
The primary topic of conversation was ...  locking Stitch in a chastity device, or not.
Little-s was implying that Merry planned to do just that.
I was left to explaining to him, the benefits of it.
I had to admit, I really had/have no idea how compatible the device is with lots of bicycle riding.
And I did point out....   Stitch and Merry are NOT married AND  Stitch and Merry do NOT have any kind of agreement that Merry and I have, so it was my opinion that Stitch was under no obligation  to accept the chastity device;  I did not believe that he could be required to do so.
We had dinners, we finished,  we made a note to NOT go to this HTB on a Thursday before 8 pm, and we went home.
She was feeling quite full, as I was,  and after minor preparations, we went into the bedroom.
I started watching Fargo, while doing some notebook reorganization, and she came along, and simply fell asleep next to me.  
Fargo ended, and I left the tv on with whatever else was one, while I finished what I was doing.
She woke up, as Her, ready to eat a little something, to go with Her evening pills.
I had an early shift (0900) at work the next day, so my alarm was set for 0700, and we were heading into sleep around  00:00.

Now...  I refer to the statement/email She sent me,  Tuesday night,
   "I will make an attempt to do this to/for you....."
By reading this entry, you can see that no attempt was made, even if you don't know what She was referring to,  but you can see that nothing out of the ordinary happened.
For me, when I tell someone that I will do something, if at all possible, then I move heaven and earth to do it.  I write myself notes, I set alarms, I do whatever it takes.
But    that's     me.
I have learned, through some emotional trauma, during my experience with kink & BDSM,
to NOT have ... expectations.
When somebody says to me, that she/he  might do this, or expects to do that  or plans to do the other, well, I hear it, I listen to it, but I do not set an expectation to it.
That way, I don't get disappointed when "it" does not happen.
Which is good for my emotional-well being.
However, what seems to happen when the event does not happen is, that I mentally file the non-event into a folder titled "It didn't happen".
And that folder is in a bigger folder labeled 'Passive aggressive possibilities".
And should it happen that the person who first suggested the event, which became a non-event,  decides or suggests  to make it into an event, like right here, right now,
I tend to pull the non-event out of the 'P-A-P' folder, and react by saying, "No, thanks, I'm not interested in doing that, anymore."
Whether I'm interested or not in it,  or I should say, no matter how much I really want to do it.
I think this is my way of telling the other person, "See!?  It did not bother me at all when you suggested doing this early and did not follow through.  I set no expectations on you, for it, and now I just don't want it."

HsLS  14 1/2
HsLO  568
HsLD  14
H unL   15 H + 3 D
Her DO?  Yes

from Rules of Enforced Chastity:
 My genitals are Hers only.  I must learn to leave them alone, unless I have permission otherwise.
from My Manifest:
 I will physically pleasure Her, as She requests, and as often as She requests.


Wednesday, March 12, 2014

03.11 Diary

Off work 0630, and home 0720.
I fed the zoo, changed the big dog water bowl,  got side-tracked (squirrel!) by looking at my, or for a particular/pen ...   gathered implements as She asked me to, stripped off, and got into the shower.
She came in to pee while I was showering.
I got out, dried off, and met Her at the door to Her room.
"So, I want coffee and something to eat with my meds, first.  Do you want to sit with me, or stand in the corner and wait?"
"Um...corner," I mumbled.
"Okay, take your robe off and ...go to the front doorway corner."
I went and stood...but not to Her satisfaction.
"Stand back, I'll show you."
I moved, and She demonstrated how She wanted me standing....  heels together, feet at 90 degree angle, toes touching the base board, hands straight at sides,  forehead in the corner.
I took the position, and She went about Her business.

She said, "Time's up."
"How long..."
"Twenty minutes..."
So, this once counts as an under-punishment day.
We went into Her bedroom, and I picked up the implements I picked out:

She told me to get FDAU on the bed...and prepared Herself, then said "Pick a number between _ and _ " (I don't remember the range or the number I picked).
"Long or short?"
"Short."
Six rapid, hard smacks of the short paddle landed on my right buttock, then my left, and I was barely able to catch my breath.
Then, "Pick a number between 1 and 100."
"Seventy three."
"Long or short?"
"Long."
"Count these..."
I counted as sixty one smacks of the bath brush landed on alternating cheeks.
She stopped because (I think) blood appeared in some spot on one buttock, as She began wiping it up.
"Again, from one to 100.."
"Forty two".
"And from 1 to 5.."
"Three."
"Long or short?"
"Short."
"Okay...count 'em."
I counted out one hundred and forty two smacks of the wooden spoon as it landed on alternating buttocks.
"Again, from one to a hundred."
"Fifty."
"From one to ten..."
"Nine."
"From one to five.."
"Two."
"Okay, count 'em."
I counted twenty eight smacks of the long skinny paddle,  first on my right buttock, then my left.
"Now, turn over, butt close to the edge of the bed....legs straight up."
In diaper position, I waited.
"Count 'em."
I counted eight smacks of the long skinny paddle, first on the back of my right thigh, then on the back of my left thigh.
Then, She took pictures of my butt, with me in diaper position.  Then I rolled over into FDAU, and She took a few more.
"Okay, I'm done with you."
Uggggh....after beatings like this, I'm never sure if I'm glad it's over, or not.
Pix at the end of this....

She got into bed, and I lay next to Her then on top of Her.... and I pulled down Her tighty-pinkies, and gave Her oral service until She pulled me up, face to face, by my armpits... my penis was somewhat interested, and with a little wiggling, it became very interested....and we performed an act of a sexual nature in the missionary position for a bit...
She told me that I did not need to continue on Her account, that if it was not happening for me, I could stop at anytime.
I continued a few minutes.... decided it was NOT happening, and stopped.
And I slid down, to give Her just a bit more oral service,  until She rolled onto one side, suggesting She'd had enough.
She suggested that I should get myself something to eat and get to sleep,
And I agreed.
I ate, and was in Her bed, and asleep around 11:00.
Alarm off at1700, and I rolled up at 1715.
Showered, and dressed, and in car 1800.
I was supposed to 'start' at 19:00, but traffic was a starts-with-b-and-rhymes-with-witch, and I arrived 1910 or so.

Manager was here, still training the other person for set-up.
Then night had challenges.... too much work, for the number of available drivers.  So, had some farming to do.  Got through it.
She had gone to an evening munch. She text me when She got home, and I replied with how busy I was.
Sometime later, around midnight, She text, going to bed.  

HsLO  180 1/2
HsLS   13
HsLD   14
D UN   77

Days under punishment/CT   7  (hey that's ONE week...)
Days under punishment/Public   18



Lyric for the day :
"Everybody tells me
I'm wrong to want you so badly
But there's a force driving me on
I follow it gladly
So let them laugh I don't care
'Cause I got nothing to hide
All that I want is you by my side"

Quote for the day:
"A little messy! The Mandelbrot set of complex numbers is a little messy - this is chaos!"

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