A quiet morning to rest prior to a busy afternoon with a planned rope bondage session with My collared slave connor. Before that could happen, I had another naughty boy to deal with and I was relishing the thought of using My thicker cane and pushing his limit even further. This slave arrived and I did warm him up first with ten or so minutes of spanking and paddling, he was then subjected to the intensity of My cane, alternating between two positions: over My horse and on My bench. The delicious outcome of 110 cuts of My cane is clearly shown in the photo of his posterior.
slave connor arrived at his appointed time and My feet were tended to first as is his ritual every session. I was provided with a yummy snack to munch on which My slave had prepared especially for Me – wholemeal pita bread topped with 3 olive dip with lots of finely chopped vegetables and coriander mixed in.
slave connor was the last of My boys to experience rope bondage in jute. Jute is quite different to work withcompared to hemp rope and feels prickly. It tends to ‘stick’ more to the skin and is also very light in weight. Hemp is heavier but softer in feel.
I wanted to test My slave’s resolve in being firmly bound from his feet to his neck – literally – LOL! Seemed to do the trick and he found this position quite intense as well as vulnerable.
All three of My boys now understand the difference between hemp rope and jute rope through personal experience and they like both for different reasons. As for Me, I LOVE playing with rope and enjoy using both types.
After slave connor’s session came to an end, I encouraged him to hang around for slave tate’s punishment for two reasons: additional humiliation for slave tate and I also needed a photographer for this momentous occasion.
slave tate arrived promptly at 6.30pm to be greeted by his slave brother at the door. There was no room for frivolous chit chat and he was ordered to strip and present himself in My dungeon. I made him wait until he was well settled in an appropriate position to take his caning before revealing his sentence of 12 cuts of My 1″ thick Zebra Cane which would finally be baptised.
I applied the first 5 strokes before organising slave connor to take some photos. My cane did not have an immediate effect upon My slave as My swishier, thinner canes do but he certainly felt it afterwards *wicked smile*. I very much doubt My slave will be forgetting to pack maid marian’s wig again.