Last night was a completely new experience for My collared slave tate – he had his first overnight session ever! My slave’s version of events can be read here.
Overnight sessions are so much fun. I find them very relaxing because anything I decide to do, or any torment I wish to apply can be done in a leisurely manner without time restrictions dictating play *smiles*.
slave tate had no idea what I had planned for him although I did hint that he was unlikely to get much sleep! And all he needed to bring with him was his leather collar.
My collared slave collected Me from home at 9.30pm and upon arrival at My dungeon, there was no time to waste. If I was going to function effectively, I needed a coffee fix before contemplating any heavier duty play. slave tate was immediately ordered to strip off and then head into the kitchen to prepare My cup of coffee which I wanted served with a mince pie. Besides, the tennis was on TV and I was in the mood to watch some of Hewitt’s match.
With My coffee made, I now required a coffee table. slave tate was sent to My cross dressing room to fetch the wooden tray which he held for Me as he knelt next to My armchair. Now I had somewhere to place My plate and My coffee mug. I continued to watch the tennis as I slowly drank My coffee and ate My mince pie. Nothing like some sustenance to keep a Mistress’ energy levels up on important occasions *winks*.
I was not keeping track of time… well there was no need to… I had HOURS to torment My slave!
Following My coffee, it was time to put My slave to the test and see how long he would last in rope bondage. A rope harness was applied first and then I had slave tate lie on his back and more rope was attached to his rope harness securing him firmly to some heavy chain. More rope was tied around the balls with each end then wrapped around each big toe. If the feet twitched or moved, this would pull on the balls… a delightful yet simple predicament bondage!
Having firmly tied My slave into place and blindfolded him, I retired to the lounge room to continue watching the tennis which was becoming a very long match! During the breaks I quietly made My way into the dungeon and without warning, teased slave tate’s nipples… just long enough to get him excited without tipping him over the point of no return. I repeated these unexpected short periods of torment on at least 5 occasions. The night was still young and I still had HOURS at My disposal *WEG*.
slave tate always wanted to know how his stamina would hold out in a position such as this and I must say, I was surprised he lasted as long as he did which was somewhere between 2-3 hours. I wasn’t really keeping an eye on the time and was waiting for him to say mercy. In the end I got bored and was feeling a little tired so a change of position was in order.
Untying My slave was perfect timing as he was just about ready to call out and would not have lasted much longer. Now he would shift from a prostrate position to an upright one. I could do with some sleep and slave tate would become My bedside table where My glass of water would sit in case I awoke feeling thirsty during the night… well… what was left of the night as it was now 3am! How time flies when I am having fun.
It was into My summer PJ’s for some sleep. My slave table was clearly told that he was not to put the wooden tray down without My permission and had to remain still for as long as he could manage. I will soon find out how long he lasts as he must be feeling slightly fatigued by now. The last 5 hours haven’t exactly been restful for him… LOL!
My plan worked out well for an hour and a half until I was woken up by a noise. Either My bedside table had nodded off briefly or the strain on his arms was too much and My glass of water slipped making the noise I had awoken to. I guess I could allow a little sleep for My slave – he has lasted quite well so far.
Back into the dungeon for slave tate where I prepared some extra chain and some padlocks. Leather wrist cuffs were locked in position and the chain was threaded through his wrist cuffs and padlocked to the ceiling beam. A towel on the rug for him to lie on (don’t want greasy oils from his skin left on My rug) and I even allowed him a small firm pillow. I told him that I needed My sleep and he was not to be restless and create unnecessary noises with the chain or he would suffer the consequences of waking Me up before I was ready!
Somewhere around 7.30am I woke up. All was quiet in My dungeon… TOO quiet. If I am awake, My slave must also wake up! I walked into the dungeon, grabbed the chain and pulled it upwards to force My slave into a standing position. In his half awake state, he managed to scramble to his feet and I immediately began to torment his nipples, balls and cock. The excitement of the overnight session had been building up for hours for My slave and he was on tenterhooks. It did not take much teasing and torment to bring on an explosive climax but I was far from finished with him yet.
slave tate was sent into the shower to freshen himself up and return undressed only wearing his leather collar. I wished to have a shower and My slave would finish his overnight session with one more performance of objectification – this time as a towel rack. I had him kneeling on the tiled floor near My shower so My towel draped over his outstretched arms would be within easy reach. Before I removed My white bathrobe to step into the shower, My slave was blindfolded to ensure he was fully concentrating on the job at hand… LOL!
I was finally showered and having used My towel, placed My wet towel back on My towel rack and got dressed. I was now ready to allow My slave to leave his position and dress himself so W/we could make O/our way to My favourite eating spot on Chevron Island for breakfast.
Upon arrival, I informed slave tate that he would be dining on toast for breakfast with some coffee. I, on the other hand was famished and ordered a delicious corn fritter breakfast with poached eggs and bacon.
What a sensational overnight session it was with My collared slave but I was tired and had to catch up on some sleep in the late morning. A couple of extra hours was all I needed and I was back to My normal routine for the remainder of My day.