It has been an eventful week in one way or another, particularly for slave tate. It began on Thursday evening as I was pondering My collared slave’s big birthday at the end of March next year. I know it seems some time away yet but once Christmas arrives (and that is not so far away either), Easter seems to turn up not long after. Besides, I much prefer to be well organised! I have decided I want My slave to have a new experience for his birthday and that will involve travelling to Melbourne to attend Abode.
As if that wasn’t enough excitement in one evening, I also forewarned slave tate that part of his Christmas present from Me will be My tattoo design. I will be branding My slave with a permanent tattoo to mark him for life. Tattooing is not something I do Myself and I am more than happy to have a professional do it for Me. That will happen in two months time *grins*.
I also allowed maid marian to join her first BDSM group online where she (and slave tate) can converse and get to know other slaves and submissives. I set up her profile for her (including a lovely photo where My maid looks so sweet and innocent).
I do enjoy My special afternoon tea on a Friday and as My daughter is up here from Melbourne for a week, it was coffee and dessert in one of My favourite places on the Gold Coast which worked a treat.
Last Saturday rolled up with fabulous news that slave tate had lost more weight and is now hovering very close to O/our goal weight of 80kgs which he will hopefully finally achieve tomorrow. It was a little unfortunate in one way as I lost an opportunity to punish My slave – never mind, I will think of some other form of torment for him *GRINS*.
The day got better as I had some play with My devoted sub and introduced him to My wicked electrical device! The evening would be spent at a private play party and it was slave tate’s turn to attend such an event. My slave arrived at the appointed time of 7.15pm and W/we had to take a little detour to drop My daughter off on the way. By the time W/we arrived, I was in a very relaxed mood and gave no indication to slave tate as to what I may be doing with him. I had not even cuffed him or collared him before W/we left as I have done on previous outings. Nothing like a little confusion to unsettle My slave.
There were plenty of nibblies and friends to chat with. Socialising is a great warm-up to bigger and better things and My slave could wait and sweat a bit on the thought of what may happen to him. A fabulous dinner was served and with O/our bodies fuelled up with food, it was time for some action.
My slave had been given enough freedom for a couple of hours and it was on with the locked collar, rope bondage around his wrists and a full leather hood to make him stand out even more from the crowd. Dessert was available and it was his favourite – pavlova! There was no way he was going to mess up the zip around the mouth opening on My hood and I warned him that if he made a mess, he would be punished. I was itching to punish him for something and I thought he would not be able to resist having his favourite dessert. To My great surprise, he passed up the offer of having dessert – THAT is a first for My slave! Realising very quickly that he would not be able to consume pavlova without dirtying My hood, he most prudently chose the safer option. he had foiled his Goddess again and I still had no reason to punish him – what to do with him next?
I went inside to deal with a sub with another Superior Female friend of Mine and I noticed a purple cage sitting in the corner of the room. Perfect! slave tate can relax in there and watch Me as I torment others. I knew that he loves cage confinement and it would cause My cock much discomfort in its chastity device whilst he was in there [and you thought I did not know this would happen slave tate!]. It was all very well planned with a specific purpose in mind – to torment My slave in an effective way as direct punishment using My cane, was totally out of the question on this occasion. And it worked *smiles ever so innocently*. slave tate had a very excruciating… I mean exciting… time while I was busy entertaining Myself.
By the way, as slave tate had made such a wise decision in regard to not eating pavlova, as a reward for his commonsense, I allowed him to have 6 lollies in lieu of missing out on his favourite dessert.
I lost track of the time and eventually decided to release My slave from his confining quarters. Realising it was getting late, slave tate first had to clean the gear I had used on other subs throughout the evening and then it was off with my slave’s hood and collar and make O/our way home.
Sunday was less hectic and I had more time to spend with My daughter. On Monday, I had decided to give My slave another day off work on Wednesday when he would present himself for a session with Me. I was just dying to introduce him to My Erostek device. I intimated that October 1st would be a significant day for him without disclosing why. My slave jumped to the conclusion that it could only mean one thing – release from chastity. I neither denied nor confirmed this and kept him guessing. Actually, he had guessed correctly but no point in easing his mind too early – much more fun to keep him wondering – LOL! I had a big afternoon planned for My slave in the middle of the week.
On Tuesday, I had every intention of going online to chat to My slave when My evening was thrown into chaos at 7.15pm – My daughter needed Me to take her to Brisbane airport as her original offer of a lift had fallen through due to illness of that driver. I was NOT prepared to travel all that way on My own, so I immediately phoned My slave and ordered him to drive to My house as soon as he could – W/we had to get My daughter to Brisbane airport to catch the 9.40pm flight. My chauffeur was exceptionally prompt and W/we collected My daughter on the way and continued on to Brisbane airport. My chauffeur was instructed to drop U/us off directly outside the departure lounge which was full of other cars doing the same. With his cap in position, my slave parked the car, opened both My door and My daughter’s in full view of an audience who observed O/our proceedings with great interest. My slave would meet U/us inside at the departure gate after he had suitably parked the car. slave tate had been most efficient with such short notice that I bought him a cup of coffee (well, I had to keep him wide awake for the drive back home – LOL). My daughter’s flight was delayed with departure and I did not get back home until after 11pm. What an evening.
Now it was Wednesday and slave tate was due to present himself before Me at 2pm. As he undressed, I fetched My big scissors to cut the plastic lock from his CB3000. The removal of the device however seemed to be taking some time. Upon My inspection, it turned out that the large points of intrigue left some deep holes. They are very aptly named as the ‘points of intrigue’ as you are intrigued by the whereabouts of the points because they have disappeared into the flesh! Off to the shower for My slave to thoroughly wash My cock as he now had full access to it again. A quick disinfect and application of Betadine and My slave was ready to be introduced to electrical play.
A disobedient ball was swiftly dealt with and the bands were in place – one around My balls and one positioned directly beneath the head of My cock. Connection was verified and experimentation began, first on one setting, then another, and another, gradually increasing the intensity until My slave could properly feel something – LOL! Just as well I had slave tate tied down to the table as it did not take long for him to start squirming around when the electrical impulses began to have an impact. I kept the pressure up for some time with brief respites between setting changes on My Erostek. My vibrator came into play at a later point to add to his torment.
I ended up having so much fun tormenting him that I decided I would not allow My slave to orgasm at the end of it. Maybe over the weekend if he is lucky. By the time I had finished and slave tate had showered, two hours had gone. What an afternoon for My slave and what a way to end this period of chastity for him.