Since Retribution last weekend, I have spent some time with two of My collared boys during the week: a session with slave connor last Monday and both slave tate and maid marian had duties to perform for Me on Wednesday.
First slave connor. My new pole had been installed a while ago and it was about time it was christened. slave connor would be given that honour. Now to decide HOW exactly, I wanted to secure My slave to My pole! A combination of cling wrap and black bondage tape took My fancy and I proceeded to wrap My slave against the shiny metal pole starting with his head and working My way down his body. I left some gaps for easier access for tickle torture – this time slave connor would not be able to squirm as much as he did at Retribution – LOL.
I cut some holes in the cling wrap over the nipples for additional torment and as soon as everthing was set up, it was time to tease, tickle and torment My slave. I do so love his laugh and will make the most of any opportunity I have to tickle him.
slave connor’s posture was extremely erect with little give in movement once he was attached to My pole – a perfect position. In fact, it would make a perfect punishment position or an excellent tool for correcting bad posture. Its uses are endless and I am sure I will be utilising this new piece of equipment in a number of creative ways *GRINS*.
The afternoon was a delightful experience and worked a treat. I LOVE My new metal pole and look forward to incorporating it in many more play sessions.
That was the beginning of My week. I had a busy day on Wednesday with slave tate who would end up spending a number of hours in My company. My slave’s first task was as chauffeur, I needed ParkHer to drop Me off for My nail appointment and then pick Me up again when I was finished approximately an hour and a half later. From My nail appointment W/we then had a shopping task for My slave – he needs a new suit since slimming down so much and I was determined to find a suitable one for him. There was no way I would leave such a task for My slave to do on his own!
Pacific Fair Shopping Centre was My first choice as I wanted to check out what was available in Myer. After My slave took a less then direct route (but fortunately for him, not too much out of the way to earn a punishment), W/we arrived and the walking began. Nothing really grabbed My attention and as W/we made O/our way back to the car, the one thing which did attract My eye, was a life-size zebra statue in the Bras ‘n Things shop. Perfect photo opportunity as I just happened to be wearing My zebra trousers and had My zebra handbag AND I had My camera with Me *winks*.
Nothing like an appropriate detour!!!
Now to head to Robina Town Centre which has a substantial number of shops but I particularly wanted to check out David Jones. En route to DJ’s I did see a suit I very much liked the look of but when My slave tried it on, it was disappointing as it just did not seem to sit quite right, not as a good suit should. Fingers crossed that DJ’s would have a suitable suit because I am very fussy, as the sales assistant was about to find out *smiles*.
W/we were shown about 4 different styles and none of them appealed to Me. He then showed U/us a relatively expensive suit which I did quite like (except for the price tag) and once the sales assistant knew what My taste was, he then introduced another more reasonably priced suit which I did finally like. I was feeling hungry and could not think clearly and as this was a big investment for My slave, I wanted to have lunch to consider the options before making a final decision.
So off to lunch W/we went and the restaurant I had been to before without any issues turned out to be a shocker in terms of service. W/we sat down and waited and waited – no wait staff to give U/us a menu. My slave saw a couple on the next table and grabbed them. W/we spent about 5 minutes working out what W/we wanted to order and waited some more. A waitress turned up to put cutlery on O/our table and W/we continued to wait for someone to take O/our order. After about 15 minutes, I was fed up, informed My slave W/we were leaving, stood up and calmly left in disgust. I do not appreciate slack service in restaurants and I will never step foot in that one again. There is no excuse for wait staff to not be observant of the status of all the tables they are responsible for in their job. They are there to serve, and I expect decent service.
The Groove Train was refreshingly delightful in every respect – immediate service, friendly staff, fantastic food and a great ambience. W/we had O/our main lunch with a glass of wine and I decided W/we would have dessert and coffee at Max Brenner’s as I was in a chocolate mood and that is their specialty *drools*. Upon O/our departure from the Groove Train, I complimented the staff on their superb service and mentioned the disappointing experience W/we had elsewhere (not mentioning the name of the place). The waitress knew exactly which restuarant it was as other people had experienced the same thing.
By the time W/we had eaten O/our way through the Chocolate Fondue and had O/our cappucinos, I had made My decision about the suit for My slave and it was time to return to David Jones to have him try it on so O/our shopping expedition could be finalised. Before W/we got there, W/we had a quick detour via the Hat Shop where I did find a gorgeous ‘one off’ hat to go with the exquisite black dress slave connor bought for Me last year.
The suit turned out to be a perfect fit and the very helpful sales assistant who initially helped U/us, continued to help in finding a suitable shirt and tie to complete My slave’s outfit. Looking at numerous shirts (most of which were totally unappealing to Me), W/we eventually found two shirts I did like and an exquisite tie. After this purchase was made there was just one final step – new shoes to go with the suit – and I found the perfect pair in DJ’s. It is such a fantastic feeling when you have a shopping task and you are able to complete the shopping in one hit and even better when it is all done in the one shop. There is nothing worse than having to return for the same task.
By this stage it was 3PM and I was well and truly ready to return home. My chauffeur’s role may have been coming to an end for the day but My maid’s work was just about to start. maid marian’s cleaning duties kept her busy for another couple of hours and My slave was finally dismissed from My presence at 6.30PM.
It was a very busy day and a lot was achieved. I am pleased My collared slave now has a fabulous new suit at long last, chosen by his Goddess and he may earn the privilege of accompanying his Mistress to certain distinguished events in due course.