Despite a much cooler and duller morning, Blackie was patiently waiting outside the glass door as always, knowing I would front up eventually. No sign of the Brown Burmese but he doesn’t necessarily turn up first thing. My two cats remained in My warm bed.
slave tate knew that I required maid marian’s presence this evening and I am quite sure he is expecting to have his chastity device removed. When he arrived and I instructed him to get maid marian dressed and ready for her cleaning duties, he mentioned ‘the key’ in passing, in case I had forgotten to remove his chastity device first. No such luck, he could wait until Sunday *wicked grin*.
It was about time maid marian did some dusting and My bathroom needed another thorough scrub. I let her get on with it while I sat back and watched Oprah’s ‘Sex In The City’ special. No point Me doing anything around the place – that was maid marian’s job.
maid marian finally completed all the cleaning duties she was set and it was time for her to get undressed and slave tate to get ready to go home, but not before a quick chat just to make sure there were no problems he needed to address. My slave sat down and tried to appear very serious and attempted once more to pull at My heart strings to release him from chastity. Instead of appealing to My heart strings, he simply made Me burst into fits of uncontrollable laughter, at My poor slave trying so hard make his Mistress feel sorry for him. The only thing I was sorry about, was having to release him from chastity on Sunday which is earlier than I normally would have done.
When that didn’t work, he tried a different tactic, bringing to My attention that the device sometimes pinches his skin in places and he has to readjust himself to stop it. My reaction to that was “well, there is no real problem then slave tate, you have already come up with a solution to correct the issue!”
A quick inspection of My cock and balls just to ensure there were no abrasions etc and I was more than satisfied that it was a lot of worry over nothing (which made Me crack up again and My slave thought I was not taking him seriously). slave tate decided there was no point trying to be serious because it only served to make Me take him less seriously! To finish up, I gave him a plastic chopstick to take with him for readjustment purposes.
Having finally sorted My slave out, time to for him to go home and ponder his failed attempt at getting an early release from chastity.