Tonight is ‘C’ day for slave tate. Before that happens, I have plenty to do until then. I need to cook chicken broth and two ingredients are missing as My organic supplier didn’t have them in stock. Time to send a slave to another local organic shop to see if they have celery and parsley which they did. Now ALL the ingredients, including the seasoning, are of organic origin (yes, including the chook)! Three hours of slow simmering and exciting the tastebuds, it is ready for consumption. Plenty left for tomorrow – I just love these meals when they last for two days – gives Me a break from cooking.
Been thinking about My blog and I have so many wonderful quotes I have come across, it seems a shame not to share them, hence My new category of Inspirational Quotes.
The afternoon has disappeared and slave tate is due to arrive at 7.30pm. According to his watch he was one minute late and according to My watch he was one minute early – My watch is ALWAYS right!
maid marian had a few little jobs to do for Me first: folding My clean towels, hand washing My two latex sheets, washing and disinfecting My foot bath, washing some dishes and cleaning the black, sticky, rubber gunk from My kitchen bench and stove top. Once that was all spotless, slave tate was expected to present himself before Me for the inevitable event – the CB3000.
“This shouldn’t take too long” I am thinking to Myself. Out with the pieces he needed, some baby oil to help him ease My cock into it and VOILA, all will be sealed to My satisfaction in no time.
W/we did not get much beyond the ring around the balls and instead of “VOILA, all will be sealed”, it was more like “VOILA, all will become huge and UNsealable!”
I found it so typical of a male to do the exact opposite to what he should be doing and the more he focussed on the issue, the worse it became. I was beside Myself with laughter at his predicament and somehow still managed to blurt out that he had a huge problem which needed to be fixed as I did not have all night to be dealing with it.
slave tate was ordered to fetch a towel to kneel on and as My cock was misbehaving and slave tate sees ‘cumming’ as being overrated, he was going to solve this problem by wanking My cock to FORCE it to settle down. The harder he tried, the less cooperative My cock became. “Don’t blame Me if My cock feels red raw BEFORE it is even encased in the chastity device”, I warned My slave. Even My attempt did not have its usual impact. Without a second thought, I stopped what was I was doing and threatened to bring out My ice pack. As cumming is not perceived as that important to My slave, I changed My mind about allowing him to climax and My cock was GOING to cooperate whether it liked it or not! An orgasm was totally out of the question now!
Mind over matter – what a wonderful thing *wicked grin*. Thirty minutes later, My cock is dressed in chastity and will remain so for as long as I decide. The keys have been safely stowed in My possession and My slave will have to live with the fact that he has finally lost all control of My cock.
“Sleep very well slave tate and sweet dreams” I tell him as he steps outside to make his way home.