A delicious start to My weekend with breakfast on Chevron Island at My favourite haunt in the company of My collared sub. After ordering freshly made carrot, celery and ginger juice to drink and Corn Fritters with poached eggs, bacon and avocado drizzled with a chilli salsa sauce, I told O/our waitress that I would order coffee later. As W/we finished O/our meal, I was most impressed that O/our waitress remembered to come back to grab O/our coffee order without U/us having to ask. And that was during a very busy morning with the cafe full of patrons. I thanked her for her efficiency and for remembering. If only all waitresses were that attentive!
I was driven back home where I took a photo of butch’s cell popping design which is now a week old. Some scabs still to fall off and that will happen in the next week.
O/our first really hot day so far and at lunchtime when I decided the aircon would be a good idea, I discovered it was not working. Thank Goddess humidity was very low today and cooler temperatures are forecast for the next week. At least I would be cool in My dungeon with My collared slave in mid afternoon as I had arranged a session for him.
slave tate arrived at the appointed time of 3.30pm when he was promptly ordered to undress and present himself in My dungeon. I had already decided to use more rope on him, the next decision was where? I was eager to find out how well My jute rope worked on My bondage table so that settled it, I had My slave lie on the bondage table which was moved to the centre of the dungeon as I needed access to all sides.
I began securing the rope in a wide band over his chest and worked My way in a similar manner down his body, placing wide bands of rope across his lower stomach, upper thighs and lower part of his legs. Once he was well tied down to My bondage table, more rope could be applied, first to his ankles and working My way back up the length of his body, joining the wide bands. To create a more sensitive scrotum, I applied a stocking to keep the balls in place *smiles*.
By the time I had finished applying the rope, My slave was now perfectly positioned for some torment. A little tease of his nipples set the scene exquisitely and he was on fire with very little help from his Goddess. Then My fingers lightly touched the balls and that was simply too much for slave tate. In a matter of seconds he had reached the point of no return and his orgasm exploded. How delightful to have My slave under such control.
I wonder if its nearly time to air out that CB3000 again soon!