‘Now fuck off back to work’ is so hot when Mistress says it!
Sunday was a happy day for me. I had enjoyed a short but wonderful session the day before. I was on a post session high. I even felt horny again having been locked back into the Bon4m, with its smallest back ring, before leaving the HOD. And I knew that in only 2 weeks I had another session already booked.
The small back ring was an experiment. Having been locked in Chastity for more than 3 years now my bits have become more and more accustomed to their constraint. So much so that on the rare occasions that I have been allowed a couple of days freedom I actually have felt physically uncomfortable. The small back ring did, however, feel like it might be a step too far even for me.
On Sunday evening I saw that Mistress had updated the MapMySlave schedules to show her exercise slaves what they must do in the coming week. Having slept on its contents I wrote a ‘mini-blog’ and sent it to Mistress. It was titled ‘Acts of Submission’. It talked of how I sometimes ask Mistress to control certain aspects of my life, or to torment me, or to force me to do stuff or to do so many things. As any of Miss Deelight’s slaves know, you should be very careful in what you ask for because you might just get more than you bargained for! But sometimes I can’t help myself and Monday morning was one of those days. I will copy the mini blog here:
Last night I reviewed for the first time the fitness tasks required of me for this week. They were to complete 5 x 4.4-mile walks, do 30 stomach crunches per day and 10 reverse ab curls per day. Each task was an increase on those of the previous week as Mistress pushes me towards my fitness and weight goals. But this week there was a surprise addition to my instructions. It was to go the whole week without eating chocolate! Now this is actually rather a significant weakness of mine. Up until the point of reading my instructions I had already consumed a Twirl, a Twix, a mini Twix and 3 chocolate cornflake clusters. When I am not eating chocolate, I can often be found eating cakes and biscuits. It is little wonder that I struggle to maintain a sensible weight.
The point of telling this story is to tell you what I did this morning. I submitted to Mistress. I thanked her for picking up on my need to reduce my chocolate intake, owned up to just how much bad stuff I eat and asked her to make me change my ways in my quest for weight loss. In sending the note I became excited and Mistresses response of ‘All Noted’ has had me dribbling ever since.
As I went on my 4.4 walk this morning (monitored by the MapMyWalk app) I thought about my need to actively submit to Mistress. And I thought about how much I enjoy placing myself at her mercy. I started to list in my mind all of the things that I have asked to happen or have done to me that result in Mistress having total control over as much of my life as she chooses. I do recognise by the way that none of this is just about me giving up control. Most of it is as a result of Mistress planting ideas in my mind, developing her own unique approach to implementing them or just steadily taking over more and more of my life.
My list started with the most literal submission of how thrilling it is to put my hands behind my back at the HOD in order that Mistress can tie my wrists and take from me any physical power that I might possess. The list then moved onto so many other things that I have asked for or have been made to accept. There is Chastity, Mistresses control of my PC and phone, Blackmail, Buying gifts/Findom, Location tracking, Enforced exercise, Enforced tasks, Weight Loss, Spy cameras in my workshops, and so much more.
I sometimes think that I must be the ideal victim for any femdom/findom out there. Lol. I seem to have such a need to submit and allow myself to be trapped and manipulated in whatever ways are possible. I even understand that my submission comes at a pretty high financial price.
But the truth is that it is only Miss Deelight who has ever made me want to submit as completely as I now do. That is the true skill of a Mistress. (I do fear sometimes that I am actually ‘too easy’. If there ever was any pleasure for Mistress in reeling me in in the first place that must have gone long ago). What Mistress has now is a completely compliant and loyal slave who just craves her control. No one else has ever understood me like Miss Deelight does.
On Monday evening my resolve was put to the test. I was out locally enjoying a lovely family meal. I had enthusiastically said ‘yes please’ when asked if we needed the pudding menu. I looked down the list of all of the wonderful goodies on offer. I paused at one of my favorite puddings ever, warm chocolate brownie with ice cream. Oh, how wonderful that would be. But when the young lady returned to take my order I remembered my chocolate ban, showed great self-control, and went for warm sticky toffee pudding with ice cream instead. Mistress will be so proud of me I thought!
Everything paused for a few days on the fetish front as we were all dragged back to the more important things in life by Mr. Deelight (or as I prefer to know him ‘ The luckiest man alive’) being rushed to hospital with a collapsed lung. At such times all that we slaves can do is to offer our best wishes and any support that we can without wishing to pry or interfere. Luckily Mr. Deelight made it to the hospital in time and within a couple of days was back at home convalescing.
On Thursday I was pleased to be able to spend a day doing DIY tasks for Mistress. The joy from my point of view was to be able to spend a whole day with my Mistress. It was particularly special for me as there is nothing nicer than spending time with Mistress when she is her most naturally dominant and demanding self. The task was to fit some skirting boards into a property that Mistress is renovating. It was by no means a straightforward task due to lots of awkward corners alcoves etc.
Mistress spent much of her day in an adjoining room catching up on slave blogs that needed to be published. This was not something that she had planned to do but a chance exchange between myself and a chap called Derek the day before acted as a timely stimulant. Derek had very kindly messaged me through Twitter and told me how much he enjoyed my blogs but was aware that he had not seen that many recently. It is so nice to know that my blogs are being read (by at least one person anyway!). I had taken the opportunity to tell Mistress of Derek’s kind message and she had replied to me, with that wonderful mischievous glint in her eye, that Derek should be thanking her not me. She went on to remind me that it is Mistress who gives me so many wonderful experiences to write about in the first place.
When Mistress wasn’t publishing blogs, exchanging messages with slaves or dealing with her hectic vanilla life she was bossing me about. From time to time I would be called into her room to answer a question before being summarily dismissed. Once having answered her question she looked up at me from her desk and said ‘that’s fine then, now fuck off back to work’. In a world where we all want to be respected for who we are this would have been awful, but in my world, on Thursday this felt glorious. When not being called into the office I was being dispatched on errands. Whilst none of this made the completion of my days task any easier it certainly made it more enjoyable.
Inevitably by the end of the day, I had also got myself into trouble. Apparently, the most heinous crime that I committed was to go and tell Mistress that I didn’t like Eminem. Earlier in the day Mistress had treated me to Pink’s new album and Little Mix’s, both of which I had thoroughly enjoyed. Anyway, Mistress had looked up at me with genuine fury in her eyes and I had beaten a hasty retreat. I spent the next hour working with my earmuffs on! Other ‘crimes’ identified during the day were the fact that I had been enjoying free internet access for some time. Mistress had apparently not realised that she hadn’t finished locking my new PC down yet (that is why I have been such a happy and contented slave over the last few weeks Mistress). I also owned up to the fact that I had removed the Bon4 without asking Mistresses permission first. Mistress had locked me up using a plastic numbered lock when I had last left the HOD for exactly this eventuality. Removing the device without permission would normally be a fast track towards hideous punishment. Luckily for me, I was able to explain to Mistress that I had had to remove it because I couldn’t physically cope any longer with the new smaller back ring and that it had happened on the evening that Mr. Deelight had been taken into Hospital. There was no way that I was going to message Mistress with anything as comparatively trivial whilst she was worried about her partner. I was also able to tell Mistress that I had immediately locked myself back into the Uberkinky device (this time with the steel padlock) and had not taken advantage of my temporary freedom in any way. There were a couple of other indiscretions on my part throughout the day (tricking Mistress into agreeing that I could buy chocolate for myself being one of them) all of which Mistress was at pains to tell me had been noted on my file. And I have a session in a weeks’ time – Gulp. My day with Mistress concluded at 7.30pm with me kneeling in front of her and putting her tiny trainers onto her tiny and beautiful feet. Mistress treated me to a quick jab to my testicles with her foot before we went our separate ways. I was exhausted but pleased with what I had achieved, particularly as Mistress had told me how much she appreciated what I do for her. Happy sigh….
It was at 3.30am the following morning that I awoke from a deep sleep and realised that Mistress property was trying to break out of its stainless-steel cage. I went and did what I have to do at such times in order to have any chance of a return to sleep. I went and had a pee! I took my phone with me as I always do, only to find Mistress online and sending me a thank you note. I explained to Mistress why I was awake and online, and she sent me a video of her wearing the sports bra that I had bought for her! That stopped me from sleeping for quite a while longer.