Last week started with a dinner with slave connor on Monday evening at a French restuarant called ‘Garlic Clove’. As My slave is unable to take time off to attend Oz KinkFest in Melbourne with Me and his slave brothers, W/we had a dinner out instead. It was a superb meal and a delicious get together in lieu of what slave connor will be missing out on in Melbourne.
On Tuesday evening I was expecting maid marian at 7.15pm for cleaning duties. With My attendance at the High Tea on Sunday afternoon, there was no time left for My maid to attend to her usual Sunday cleaning duties. Public transport was running behind due to a lightning strike at one of the railway stations so when My slave contacted Me to let Me know of his delay, I changed the time for maid marian to turn up at My house to 8pm. My maid finally turned up at the altered time and she had plenty to do for at least 2 hours. I had more she could have done but decided to leave that for the next occasion. One thing of note during her cleaning was the so called ‘spider’ incident *winks*.
On Thursday night I chose to give slave tate an unexpected opportunity of having an orgasm. My slave never knows when or if he will be permitted to play with My cock and any chance he gets is definitely a privilege. Chastity has been avoided for quite some time now and it may be on the cards again in the near future. Christmas perhaps?
After not feeling so well last weekend, My collared sub butch improved significantly during the week and W/we finally caught up with his session this morning. Nothing too intense other than pampering My feet with a foot bath followed by a foot massage and plenty of time to worship My divine, smooth feet and toes.
Today was busy with two of My collared boys. As I finished with butch, slave tate rocked up at midday. W/we had to do some trouser shopping for him before O/our trip to Melbourne at the end of the week. I had not had lunch yet so W/we stopped at Tigerlily Cafe on the way for a bite to eat which was delicious. With full stomachs and a wine and coffee fix, W/we continued on to Southport to find some trousers and shorts for slave tate. It took longer than expected and W/we successfully found two pairs of black trousers although shorts were alluding U/us. My slave will have to find these on his own at a later stage – at least he now knows what size to get.
A quick detour to another shopping centre on O/our way back to My dungeon and W/we returned 3 hours after leaving. As the Caulfield Cup was running at 3.10pm, I wanted to see the race and find out if My slave had backed a winner. Happily he did which increased his level of excitement even more which bode well for what I had planned for him – rope bondage – more specifically, hog tie rope bondage, one of his favourite activities!
Applying the rope to his wrists and chest was swift and he was instructed to lie on the floor on his stomach where I promptly secured his ankles with more jute rope and pulled his legs back towards his buttocks. And there he stayed as I sat on My throne with My feet resting on his soft cheeks, reading My book. I had no plan to keep My slave in this position for any specific length of time. When I tired of reading My book, I would eventually release him. In the meantime, as My slave’s feet were so close at hand, I could not resist tickling them every now and then to make sure he had not fallen asleep *winks*.
After about 20 minutes I had done enough reading and was in the mood to torment My slave, first on the nipples and then with My zebra patterned vibrator on My cock. slave tate tried to contain himself as best he could without success. The teasing became too much in the end and there was nothing else he could do other than to go with the flow of an inevitable orgasm, one I forcing him to have – LOL!
The afternoon disappeared quickly and soon I was back home and ready to relax after a busy day with two of My collared boys. This time next week the three of U/us will be in Melbourne *smiles happily*.