It has been a hectic weekend once again and most pleasantly so. A session with My collared sub yesterday morning did not eventuate as he was feeling unwell. Oh well, I was looking forward to some play and simply had to wait until mid afternoon to administer a caning which would warm up My caning arm for further flogging and caning at Retribution in the evening.
Before then, slave tate had some fantastic news about his weight and he has now lost just over 30kgs in 30 months which is a huge milestone and one definitely worth celebrating. I decided that W/we would go out for lunch at Chevron Renaissance and My slave would have free choice from the menu as well as a glass of alcohol. A couple of very pleasant hours over lunch passed quickly and after My caning session I had to get ready for Retribution.
slave tate returned at 8pm to give maid marian plenty of time to get dressed – with My help *winks*. I was already dressed when he arrived and enjoyed padlocking the hobble maid’s uniform on My maid and doing up the her corset very tightly. The shoe locks were the finishing touch and W/we were ready to depart. Upon getting there, the early part of the evening was spent socialising and there were many friends to catch up with.
Retribution was celebrating its 2nd birthday which also coincided with Breast Cancer Week. I would celebrate the evening with both maid marian and slave connor with a glass of champagne each. Cupcakes had been made to raise funds as well as bra collections and I had volunteered to do a charity flogging to assist with some additional fundraising. Before I could begin the charity session, I sent slave connor, who was easily recognisable in his zebra zentai suit, to walk around with a jug to collect donations in advance. As soon as he had completed his round, I was ready to start.
This sub had not been played with for some time and warming him up gradually was imperative if O/our ‘charity’ session was to last. Plenty of flogging and building up the intensity worked wonders and eventually I could progress to using paddles and crops before finishing up with a caning using My big black cane.
I lost track of time but it must have lasted for almost an hour. For the finale, I used My vampire gloves leaving a beautiful trail of bloodied scratches down his back and and lots of spots of blood on his caned cheeks from a couple of spanks with My gloved hands. I was on a high after this charity play and My sub was definitely floating in a very satisfying headspace. Someone handed Me some tissues to help clean up the blood and as I was busy doing that, a very thoughtful ’tissued’ hand started mopping My brow and My nose which were dripping with perspiration.
I had time to cool off and catch My breath for about 20 minutes or so as I really wanted to baptise My two new leather canes on a masochistic sub. Under different circumstances, I would only have only played with the masochistic sub in one evening (as it is normally a very demanding experience) but a shorter session with him was better than nothing to break in My canes. maid marian would clean My implements in the meantime and pack them away. The only items I would be using on this occasion would be My canes – no warm up for this boy *WEG*.
After a short break and rehydrating Myself, sub number 2 was ready. Thank Goddess I was well warmed up from the previous session as there would be no pussyfooting around with this victim – every cut would be full swinging force from the first cane stroke. Talk about giving My arm a good workout. The leather cane worked well although I discovered a slight flaw in the design as I used it – the fibreglass rod insert tended to slide out a little with the force of each cut. I will have to plug the end with something to prevent the rod from slipping out. This problem did not deter Me, I had an even more severe cane to baptise and could stick with it for the remainder of this session – a rawhide cane! It DOES hurt FAR more than a rattan cane of ANY thickness!
It was an intense caning and did not take too long to start drawing blood *happy sigh*. Lost count of the strokes as I was in deep concentration on applying each cut accurately and with full force. About 20 minutes later of non stop action, I was ready to stop. After this physically demanding caning, the cheeks were well bloodied and the sub had reached a good level of masochistic contentment. I was pleasantly exhausted and rather surprised My make-up was not running after such an intense workout.
Another sub had also been hoping to be flogged this evening by Me but I simply could not give any more after the previous two full-on sessions. A well deserved rest for Me for the remainder of My evening with another glass of champagne. The buzz you get from intense play which leaves you physically and emotionally exhausted is indescribable.
By 1.30am, I was well and truly ready to go home. Fortunately I had started saying My goodbyes from a little after 1am and just as well as it took 20 minutes for U/us to get out the door – LOL! maid marian returned to My house to change (after I had decided to unlock her of course) and I finally hit the sack at 2.30am. I was still buzzing and looking forward to the High Tea coming up after lunch today. My slave would return within 12 hours as My chauffeur.
I awoke at 10am after getting 7 hours of sleep and could feel My right arm and shoulder after the heavy play last night. Thank Goddess it was going to be a relaxing social afternoon with some FemDom friends and I could hardly wait. I adore High Teas. There is something very special about the protocol involved with this ritual, something only Us Females can truly appreciate *winks*.
slave tate arrived at 12.50pm and W/we were on O/our way within 15 minutes. The weather was wet and I doubted very much that My slave would feel like walking around in this weather while he was waiting for his Goddess to finish with Her friends. W/we were earlier than W/we anticipated and the parking was a little ambiguous. I sent My chauffeur out of the car to establish where it was best to park and it turned out that the other car park was the more appropriate one. My chauffeur found some of My Female friends already waiting outside which meant he was able to leave My presence sooner than he thought and ended up with slightly more time up his sleeve. My chauffeur was instructed to return at 4.15pm.
We made Our way into the restaurant and the atmosphere of the entire place was gorgeous. From the centrepiece with pink porcelain roses, to Our wine glasses with a slice of orange and a flower petal floating in the water, to the Royal Albert china teacups and matching plates. This was followed by silver teapots with Our chosen exotic teas and the 3-tiers of: 1) dainty savoury morsels; 2) little scones with jam and cream; and 3) Petit Fours. The attention to detail in presentation was tastefully exquisite and delectable in more ways than one. With the wonderful combination of personalities within Our group, the afternoon was a glowing success despite the wet conditions outside which did nothing to dampen the spirit of Our High Tea.
As We were the last sitting for the day, We were not under pressure to leave within 2 hours which meant My chauffeur would not be seeing Me at 4.15pm as I originally envisaged. By 5pm I was finally ready to leave the mountain to be chauffeured back home.
It was a truly relaxing Sunday afternoon spent with wonderful friends in a fabulous environment on a cold, damp day. The perfect remedy for weary female bodies from a late night out the evening before. I could certainly do this on a regular basis *sighs with content*.