Time has slipped away on Me this last week. I had every intention of updating My blog in the middle of last week and before I knew it, the eve of Retribution came around once again and I just had to resign Myself to the fact that I had run out of time for last week’s update and would now have to wait until after the weekend to do so. Now I have given Myself a bigger task as I have more to cover.
Best start with last Monday. My garden hadn’t been touched in awhile and some plants were beginning to grow out of control. slave connor was ordered to arrive earlier than usual for his session as I needed him to do some gardening first. It was not a huge job as it has been on previous occasions and as soon as that was sorted, slave connor’s next duty was to attend to My feet with a good soak, scrub and massage which is part of his fortnightly ritual, while I enjoyed My favourite mid afternoon savoury treat – a dozen Coffin Bay oysters. This was followed by some torment for My slave with fiery hot spices and lotions applied to his buttocks and then wrapped in glad wrap. he was permitted to lie on his stomach on the floor for comfort and was perfectly positioned to have a hot towel placed on top of the plastic wrap to intensify the sensation of the lotions. It wasn’t too bad to begin with but once the lotions had time to develop, ‘comfort’ became a losing battle *wicked grin*. I had loads of fun watching My slave squirm as the depth of heat intensified. After observing his reactions for quite some time, I decided to torment his nipples to focus his mind on another area of his body other than his burning cheeks.
As much as I could have continued for hours, eventually O/our session had to come to an end as My slave had not yet finished for the night – he still had to cook dinner for his Goddess By the time slave connor had cooked, eaten, washed and dried the dishes leaving My kitchen spotless (because nothing less would do), he was given permission to wind down with a cup of green tea before driving home.
The next thing I remember is getting up on Wednesday morning and wondering what I was going to wear as I not only had to walk to My hairdresser for My appointment to have My hair trimmed, I would be going out to lunch with slave tate after that. I decided on My chocolate brown skirt with cream flecks, red top, ‘Gio’ natural coloured fully fashioned stockings and red sling back shoes. I returned from My hairdressing appointment and sent a message to slave tate instructing him to pick Me up at 11.45am.
This lunch was a treat and an incentive for My slave to keep going as he had almost reached his goal weight of 80kgs. No restrictions were enforced on what he could or could not eat – he had freedom of choice. I also allowed to him to have a small amount of alcohol. It was a sensational seafood feast and I was so full that I did not even have My usual short black after My meal. W/we were just finishing when one of the waitresses approached Me saying she had noticed Me wearing seamed stockings and wanted to know where I get them from. We had a lengthy conversation about stockings and I even encouraged her to touch My leg so she could feel the beautiful silky quality of My FF stockings for herself as she had not heard of ‘Gio’ before. Now I know for sure that some people DO notice My FF stockings when I wear them! What a fabulous way to end to O/our lunch!
W/we were on O/our way home when I decided to give My friend a call to see if She was home – We had been meaning to catch up for about three weeks now and something always cropped up to prevent Us from getting together. She was home so W/we detoured to Her place for about an hour. I would have stayed longer but I had promised to have coffee later in the afternoon with My teenage son. By the time I did eventually get to him, My lunch had settled and I finally had room to fit in a cup of coffee. No dinner for Me that night – I was well stuffed from lunch – LOL!!!
By Friday evening, slave tate was just about pleading to be released from chastity for his interstate trip after the weekend. Where’s the fun in that! I let My slave off lightly the first time when he had to fly interstate and this time, I want NO INTERRUPTION to his period of chastity. I am happy to replace the padlock with a numbered plastic tab to avoid detection at airport security. If the machines are so sensitive to pick up the tiny bit of metal in the cuff hinge of the chastity device, then My slave will just have to deal with that at the time in the best way he can manage.
Saturday was here and I was without My car and I had to get some shopping. slave tate is My chauffeur and was on call for the day with his first instruction to pick Me up at 11.15am. I had a dinner guest on Sunday and was out of some ingredients, especially for the dessert which I wanted to make today to give Me less preparation to do on the day, especially in view of an anticipated late night on the cards with Retribution. I got up relatively early, and by the time I did My exercises (to keep My strength up in My arm for a possible caning later that night on some willing victim), had My shower, got dressed and turned on My computer to get the latest update on My slave’s weight for this week, slave tate arrived in person at My doorstep. Without delay, W/we were off in his car towards Broadbeach so I could get all the ingredients I needed. It was not a long trip and W/we had returned to My place in time for lunch which My slave was permitted to share with his Goddess today. My slave was not allowed to hang around for too long as I had dessert to make for Sunday and needed My slave to return at 5pm as I had another one of My boys to play with before I went to Retribution.
Everything flowed smoothly for the remainder of the day. slave tate collected Me at 5pm and after dropping Me off, continued on to collect a friend of Mine who would be accompanying U/us to Retribution later. In the meantime, slave tate had the job of keeping him appropriately entertained. My play session was a fabulous warm up for the remainder of the evening and after it was finished, I worked out what I was going to wear for the night and got changed. The boys arrived to pick Me up and they both had to change before W/we could make O/our way to Retribution. maid marian had a busy night ahead of her as I had offered the services of My maid to the owner of Retribution. Not only was she expected to attend to her Goddess as usual, she was also expected to tidy up around the place, clearing away empty glasses, cleaning out ashtrays regularly, etc. With her shoe locks in place, I warned her that her feet really would be killing her by the end of the evening.
What to do while My maid was busy? Torment some other poor subs instead *grins with glee*. This began with some special dual birthday spanks and cropping for one lucky birthday boy who would definitely be glowing on his birthday after this – LOL. That was warm up number one.
Some conversation and laughter for awhile when the next sub approached Me, eagerly awaiting his turn to be tormented. That turned out to be a fabulously satisfying and intense period of play. Once I was finished and maid marian had been instructed to clean all the equipment I had used, I had another sub come to Me asking for a caning. I desperately needed a break first and told him to see Me in 30 minutes by which time I would probably have recouped enough energy to give him the caning he deserved. Those thirty minutes disappeared and I was once again with crop in hand warming up another pair of cheeks before using My cane – the light one to start with followed by My thicker rubber coated cane to really leave an impression *grins wickedly*.
By the time I finished that round of play, I was exhausted and spent the remainder of the night chatting and socialising. At one point, I noticed maid marian was sitting down and suspected her feet were hurting so I gave her permission to remove the shoe locks so she could take her feet out of her shoes and stretch her toes. W/we finally departed in the wee hours of the morning and I was home by 3am. maid marian would be back at 2pm to do some cleaning for Me and to return My guest to My house for dinner.
I slept in on Sunday and chilled out in front of the TV for the first part of the late morning catching up on a program I had recorded the night before. There was just enough time for some lunch and preparation of the ingredients I needed for the risotto I would be cooking for dinner later in the afternoon. Got through all of that when slave tate turned up just before 2.30pm – he was running late because My guest was taking longer to get ready than he had anticipated (he had stayed overnight with My slave). As it turned out, I was thankful for the extra few minutes.
No rest for maid marian or her sore feet which I was sure would not have had enough time to recover fully yet. My kitchen was the first priority as the dishes had built up during My food prep for the evening’s meal. The next job for My maid was My laundry – some of it was inside already and others had to be brought in and the whole pile of clean washing folded neatly and put away. The final task was vacuuming after which maid marian was given leave to finish. The other chores could wait until next weekend. Before I sent slave tate home, I replaced the padlock on his chastity device with a plastic tab in preparation for his trip interstate.
The rest of Sunday evening was spent relaxing in the company of My guest who was also staying overnight. No late night for Me tonight – guest or no guest – LOL! I would drop My guest off at the station around lunchtime on Monday.