A week almost gone with a number of notable events which started last Saturday night with Retribution without slave tate for the first time. butch collected Me from home and was in for the long haul as I do not generally leave early from this event.
I wore My purple leather corset, layered skirt, My new purple patterned pantyhose with a kitten print, 5″ heeled black leather boots and bolero jacket. As I only had butch in tow, I decided to play with him – unfortunately My ‘photographer’ was absent to record the event. My sub enjoys his flogging and that is exactly what he got and he was warmed up beautifully.
After playing, I had a short break of about half an hour and the St. Andrew’s cross in the main room was still free so I sent butch to find another sub I often play with at Retribution and gave him some decent treatment with My floggers, paddles and cane. By the time I had finished My second play session (and all well before midnight), the remainder of the evening for Me became a purely social event. At 2.30am, butch received the good news that I was finally ready to return home and he could at long last get some sleep for himself!
On Sunday I was missing My maid – I had so much clean washing to fold and ended up only doing what I was desperate for and left the remainder for maid marian to do as soon as slave tate returned from his interstate trip.
My slave was back home on Monday night and My week could get back to normal in more ways than one. First step was to find a local tailor to make a chauffeur’s uniform for slave tate. I organised slave tate to arrive at My place at 1.30pm on Wednesday when W/we would visit a tailor on Chevron Island to see if the design I want for the uniform could be made by them. After some discussion, a quote would be given to Me the next day. Time for a cappuccino after this visit before heading back home so maid marian could finally put all My washing away amongst a few other chores. Another day gone and I was looking forward to Thursday morning when slave tate’s weigh-in would reveal just how much weight he had put on during his four days away interstate.
My wake-up call yesterday (Thursday) was an SMS from slave tate informing Me of the precise increase in his weight which was up 1.1kgs from last week on Thursday. The naughty boy will be getting another caning after all and he can sweat as I will not reveal how many cuts of My cane he deserves until immediately before administering his punishment. I also got the quote for the uniform yesterday which meant My slave could go in for a fitting today and would have to leave work a little earlier to get back to the Gold Coast before they shut shop.
Today I had to be out and about in mid-afternoon so at 2pm I phoned butch to see if he had finished work and instructed him to meet Me on Chevron Island for coffee. W/we ended up arriving at the same time and he got to spend some unexpected time with his Goddess. Discussions over coffee brought up the subject of shoes and I wanted to look at the shoes on sale in Myer so O/our next stop was Pacific Fair, heading straight to the shoe section. After eyeing off a couple of pairs, butch dutifully removed My shoes, got a pair of short stockings and placed them on My feet as W/we waited for the sales assistant to bring out the pairs of shoes I had selected. As soon as they arrived, butch was on his knees again, ready and waiting to put them on My feet (one pair at a time of course). Both pairs were a perfect fit and as quickly as I had tried them on, I had quickly decided to purchase them, much to the amazement of My sub who had not seen a female make a decision so efficiently! you have a lot to learn about your Goddess yet butch *smiles*.
Just enough time left to get back to My premises and wait for slave tate to arrive so W/we could get his fitting done for his chauffeur’s uniform and choose an appropriate fabric. Before long, W/we had been and gone from the tailor and My dream of having My chauffeur in a formal chauffeur’s uniform is finally set in motion. Now to very patiently wait for approximately one month to see the finished article. I had better get on with rewriting My new list of rules for My chauffeur!
It was back to My premises to dish out slave tate’s punishment for putting on weight. After first toying with and tormenting My slave by pretending not to have made a decision about the number of cuts I would be giving him, it did not take long after the initial jesting to get down to business. I promptly announced that he would suffer 12 cuts of My cane for his lack in due diligence in choosing his food intake more wisely during his trip. My slave’s description of his caning punishment is far better than I could describe, suffice to say that I only gave him 12 but made sure they were 12 of My best!