A lovely start to My weekend with My devoted sub in the late morning and I had some fabulous news to tell him. As he has proven his dedication to Me over the last few months, I have decided to grant him his long awaited dream of being collared. I will present him with his ‘day’ collar for Christmas and his leather collar will be ordered in the new year. I am sure My sub was in a state of shock for the remainder of the day and appeared to have recovered when I saw him again in the evening.
My tattoo is healing nicely although I had to stop using Bepanthen on it yesterday morning due to an allergic reaction. Now I am using My old faithful – Lucas’ Papaw Ointment – and what fantastic stuff it is.
The only problem with a tattoo on My ankle is that it is preventing Me from wearing stockings at the moment while it is healing. There is only one thing I can do on a warm evening when dressing to go to an outdoor fetish social gathering and that is to go stockingless for the first time. Too hot for My corset so a waist cincher, short leather skirt, a black chiffon top and My 5″ sandals worked well in this weather. slave tate arrived at 7.30pm and I was ready to go straight away. Although I took My bag of toys with Me, I was in mood for socialising rather than play. My slave waited on Me hand and foot – well, I did use him as My foot stool at some point for about 15 minutes or so to elevate and rest My tattooed ankle.
During the evening, a friend of Mine had made Me a prototype of a single leather cuff which binds both hands together behind the back. The best way to test its efficacy was to put it on slave tate and see if he can get himself out of the cuff. Once his hands were bound, I left him to his own devices for awhile and did not give him instructions to not remove the cuffs (I wanted to test if he was able to get out of it himself OR if he would ask someone to remove them for him). After chatting with the host of the party for some time upstairs, I returned downstairs about an hour later to find My slave with his hands free. My first thought was that he had managed to free his own hands but I soon discovered that this was not his own doing, he had convinced a friend to undo the cuff for him. As I not instructed My slave to NOT remove them, he did not get into trouble. However I did use this opportunity to tease the friend who had released him and informed him that as he had released My slave without My permission, he would now experience the cuff for himself for one hour. The dumbfounded expression on his face said it all. I think he secretly enjoyed the experience and the attention, especially when a female slave assisted him to drink his cup of tea.
As always, time had ticked away and it was 2am and I was ready to go home. I needed to see slave tate again after lunch today.
I was too tired to unpack My toy bag when I got home from the party and left it until this morning. When I opened My bag, I saw that slave tate had not only put in My water bottle on its side instead of in an upright position, he had also not checked that the top was closed properly. I felt a little bit of water sitting on top of My rubber flogger and VERY fortunately for My slave, no water sitting on the bottom of the bag to ruin My elk flogger. When My slave arrived at 2pm, I remprimanded him for his mistake and explained that as there was no damage on this occasion, he would not be punished but ANY deviation from checking in future that My water bottle was not correctly closed and positioned, would result in a caning.
Now W/we had to go shopping as I needed to find something festively suitable to dress My slaves in for the Christmas Party next Saturday night. I had no clear image in My mind as W/we started but the ideas soon flowed freely as I wandered through the shops at Pacific Fair (Our biggest shopping centre on the Gold Coast) and I did not take long to make a decision in terms of what My boys attire would consist of (the cup of coffee assisted greatly in that regard)! It had to be a quick decision as the shops were only open until 4pm and W/we left at closing time with everything I needed.
An end to another great weekend – roll on next Saturday