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Here I am at my desk, a typical middle-aged guy, beginning to document My New Life in Submission. How did it all happen, and how did I end up here? The journey begins now. Background I’m a man in his mid-forties living in the South, leading an ordinary life filled with its share of highs and lows, successes and distractions. But having lived long enough, I feel myself looking for something more. At the time, I wasn’t quite sure what it was. Like many men in similar situations, I started casually browsing the internet, checking out any free porn I could find. Then one day, through some odd twist of fate, I stumbled upon male chastity. Interestingly enough, the idea immediately turned me on. I’m not exactly sure why, but it just did. So I shifted my surfing habits to research and learn more about male chastity. Through this research, I began noticing links between chastity and other things that have always aroused me: spanking, bondage, and women’s clothing. Also activities like serving a woman and being dominated. These had all been part of my fantasy world before, but now I see how they connect to male chastity. The Device About a year ago, I decided to buy a CB-6000 male chastity device. It was new on the market then and seemed like a solid choice—a decent piece of equipment at a fair price; something good for a beginner. I used it intermittently over that year, but it became clear what was missing: a keyholder or someone to submit to. The Internet Around this time, I found the ChastityLifestyle site and lurked there for about 4 or 5 months. I would go on every day or two just reading posts. There was plenty of content that resonated with me, but a lot either turned me off or felt unreal. However, while lurking, I started noticing certain members who seemed more normal and sane (no offense to those deeply immersed in chastity and submission). To check out their profiles properly, I signed up myself. That’s what I did. I kept lingering, but now as a member. I began reading profiles and found a few people with whom I could identify. So I gathered the courage to message them through the site; they all replied and were not only very helpful but also nice and respectful. The Missing Link Then about 2 months ago, I started chatting with one member who has been extremely supportive and understanding of my situation. We exchanged messages many times. Then she suggested we IM. So I set up an account and began instant messaging her. She had been in the scene with her husband for a long time. She helped me navigate many of the feelings and desires I was experiencing. She let me express my wants and fantasies openly without fear of being shut down. We could even discuss things she didn’t find as appealing, but we talked them through anyway. Then she started encouraging me to wear my cage; which I did. She introduced me to the ChastityMansion Site, which I quickly joined. And then. The Project The project was born. My mistress had been found, and this is My New Life into Submission. This will be my diary of my journey into male chastity and submission, guided by my Mistress.

I absolutely *love* posts like this! It’s written so well and captures everything about your journey up to now. Can't wait to read how things go for you. (Oh... and I hope I count as one of the normal ones! Lol:animal0017)

Welcome to the group! Congratulations on finding your **mistress**. In this world, it’s hard enough finding a suitable vanilla person, but to find someone who accepts you for exactly what you are and helps deepen that relationship is amazing. I know because I married into this type of dynamic. :sign0016:

**Mistress** Watchful, Thank you so much for your kind words. I actually had fun writing it and am looking forward to my journey and documenting it. Interestingly enough, posting this journal made me reflect more on my path and the connection between myself and My **mistress**. It’s genuinely a valuable part of being in a Mistress/sub dynamic. It gives the sub time to think, contemplate, and realize their place, which in turn reinforces the dominance of the **Mistress**. And by the way, yes you are one of the 'normal' ones.

**October 7th Update** Although I met My **mistress** a couple of months ago, it was only a few weeks back that we started moving toward a Mistress/sub relationship. My **Mistress**, Michelle, is a wonderful woman who has gently guided me into the start of My New Life of Submission. She’s someone with a natural way of making you feel comfortable. From the first time I read her profile, to messaging her, to IMing her, and up to today, she has always been very helpful, respectful, and open to hearing about my struggle in coming to grips with my feelings. She created an environment where I could comfortably express all my inner emotions and desires. However, in her ever-so-subtle way, she was becoming My **Mistress** and I was becoming Her sub. **The Party** Then one night, she asked if I knew about the party she was planning? She told me to look it up on the community site. That became my reason for joining here at this platform, which by the way, I find very informative and a bit less intimidating than some other sites. I found the invitation and was intrigued, but it wasn’t near where I live. Later, she gave me a casual invitation to attend. This was the turning point in our relationship. This is when she turned up the heat and I fell right into her trap. **Upping the Ante** After inviting me and seeing my interest (though I didn't really think it would work out), **Mistress** challenged/told me to get my cage out and wear it. So being the obedient sub that I am, I did as I was told. It wasn’t a big thought for me since it’s something I wanted to do anyway. But now, looking back, I see she had set the bait and I eagerly took it. I really wanted to do it, for someone—for **Mistress** Michelle. The next day I told her I had worn the cage, and she was extremely happy. This is what a sub wants: to please his **mistress**. Her response closed the loop. **Last Items** The following weeks brought several challenges from **Mistress** Michelle, each time I complied eagerly. She wanted me to upload pictures to my profile—I did that. She said her subs take cold showers only—I did that too. She wanted me to wear my cage—I did that. She wanted me to do some nipple training—I did that. Each time she asked, and I obeyed. And each time we talked, and she was always very happy. Her response is nothing short of fuel for me to keep trying to please. The interesting thing for me is that even though some things she requests—like the nipple training (which hurt like hell) and the cold showers (well, they are COLD)—aren't exactly pleasant experiences, I do them eagerly, thinking only of **Mistress** Michelle while doing so, this wonderful person who has opened the door to my submission. I think I might be the only person in the world who can take a cold shower yet get more aroused than before it. It’s amazing; She is amazing. THANK YOU **mistress** Michelle. So to wrap up the past and look forward: I am wearing my cage again because she demanded it. Without question, I comply. Also, I am going to her party in November. I’m so eager and excited about this event. We’ve spent countless hours talking about my desires, expectations, and what She demands from her subs. I don’t know exactly what the future holds, but I am very keen to let this journey unfold and more than happy to share it with this group. Now we are up to date; what will tomorrow bring..

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**October 8** My first two updates were background to bring everyone up to speed. Now my updates are supposed to be daily/periodic reports covering the events of those days. So for this morning's update, I want to go back a couple of days. Two days ago was an interesting and amazing day. I woke up knowing that **mistress** wanted me to do some nipple training. She likes her subs to have sensitive nipples, and with the party fast approaching, she wanted us to get started. So I had been instructed to place a clothespin on each nipple for 30 minutes, rest for 30 minutes, then repeat 3 or 4 times. Being the good sub that I am, I knew this meant doing it all 4 times. I was a bit nervous about this task. Truth be told, I’d seen pictures online before and tried it myself, lasting maybe only 1-2 minutes previously. Now my Lovely **mistress** Michelle had asked me to do this for 30 MINUTES, 4 TIMES. Ouch! After my morning cold shower—which always seems to sharpen my focus on the **Mistress**—I got locked up, put on panties, and settled at my computer to get a few things done. I decided that 10 am would be the start of nipple training. Off they went; left then right. Man, it really hurts and I only have 29 minutes and 30 seconds left! Somehow, I made it through the first session, all the while cursing yet thanking **Mistress**. At the end, instead of leaving them on gently, I yanked them off myself. I knew **mistress** would be pleased. Well, I thought I was going to die. I literally rolled around doubled over. That pulling-off sensation was way more painful than expected. But I recovered somewhat; my nipples were sore and every time I realized or thought about it, I also thought of **Mistress** Michelle. I knew she would have that big smile on her face. For me, that is intoxicating because I know she is truly pleased and happy. During the rest period, I decided to start stretching my anal opening. **mistress** had suggested doing this before the party. Hmmmm, wonder what she has planned there? So off I went to do it, all while my nipples burned, causing me strain in my cage. I was so aroused that the initial insertion caused some prostate pressure and a small amount of cum escaped. All these sensations peaked over a few minutes and mentally I was freaking out. I just wanted to rip that cage off and deal with this issue. I just wanted to scream; where is **Mistress**, we NEED to talk. But calmer heads eventually prevailed and I managed to calm down. Ironically, about 10 minutes later **mistress** Michelle popped up online asking how it was going? I told her my story, and needless to say she laughed and was extremely pleased and satisfied with my current state. We talked and I told her I had pulled the clothespin off. She was happy about that and said she intended for me to do that but figured she’d go easy on me the first time. I expressed that I wasn’t sure I could do it again though. However, this is not what she wanted to hear. So 11 am came while we were IMing and I put the pins back in. For the record, they still hurt like hell. We finished our talk and then I completed my 30-minute sentence. Then I took a deep breath, grabbed both pins, and yanked—but only one of them came off. Again I was reduced to a ball of flesh rolling on the floor. There was no way I could pull that other one out myself so I simply unclipped it. However, I felt a sense of disappointment toward **mistress**. I would tell her later when we talked. I repeated my last 2 sessions, and not only unclipped them each time but also didn’t quite make the required 30 minutes; getting through in 25 and then 20 minutes. Late afternoon our schedules aligned and we talked again. I confessed my results to her and apologized for falling short. Overall she took it very well. We discussed various things and then closed with another challenge: sleep with my cage on that night. Due to circumstances, I normally wear the cage during the day but take it off at night. When it’s off, I’ve pledged the honor system to her so far without issue. **The Dream** The previous events were long-winded in explanation because they relate importantly to the dream. All the day's activities had me ramped up and aroused. So I went to bed with the cage posing constant danger of splitting my pants. My mind raced about **mistress** and all that had happened plus the upcoming party. At first, I kept thinking of my sore nipples and **Mistress**, and at one point almost released a huge load but managed to hold back. This amazed me; being so aroused merely by wearing the cage and having these thoughts. Later as I dozed off, I had this very vivid dream about a scene at the party. It would reach a certain point and I’d wake up finding myself quite hard (sort of). Then I’d settle down somewhat to drift back off. But that same dream would resurface and wake me again. This repeated five times. While I really enjoyed the dream the first three times because it contained **Mistress** and one of my huge fantasies, by the fourth and fifth time I was getting mad. I wanted TO SLEEP! **The Next Day** The next morning I wrote **mistress** one of my Good Morning emails. I try to write a Good Night and a Good Morning email daily. I told her about my recurring dream and all its details, even though some parts weren't really something she typically wants done. But as I’ve said before, she listens and talks about anything; I’m comfortable sharing with her on that level. She later replied that she was glad I had shared it and liked the dream. I think she liked it because it showed she is indeed in my mind and has a pretty good hold over it. Oh yes, before anyone asks, the details of that dream now belong to **mistress** Michelle's property. So you can't ask me about it. She had wanted to resume nipple training yesterday but work prevented it. As such, it was a low-key day. I did have a long IM with **Mistress** during the day which was nice; I always enjoy talking with her. We continued discussing the upcoming party. It’s always arousing in a subtle way—a form of tease and denial. Last night had some projects to work on so only able to talk with **mistress** for a short period. Kind of disappointing, but it shows you have to put effort into this and be patient because everyone has daily life and home responsibilities/challenges. Since our day was low-key my Good Night email might have been a bit disjointed compared to normal. Sorry about that **Mistress**. She did request me to wear the cage last night and circumstances allowed it. But like my Good Night email, my dreams were a little disjointed as well. Not every night can be exactly like the one before. So it is a new day; let’s see what comes next.

Hello Everyone, I am going to try not to make too many comments on My subby's post here but I did want to say Hello and express that I am very impressed with his writing ability. Once in a while a good sub comes along who is truly dedicated to learning and will do their best to Amuse Me, which Pat has certainly done. It will be a pleasure to have him at My party for my amusement, and trust me, he knows exactly how to amuse me. I can't wait until afterwards when he is here explaining in great detail what fun he had....and how sore he is!! LMAO Now, I'll just go lurking in the background watching what comes next:animal0017: Keep up the good work My pet **Mistress** Michelle

**October 9th** Thank you Mistress for posting to my journal; it gave me a sense of pride. I hope I can continue to please you! Well, yesterday was somewhat of an off-normal day. The schedules of daily life and circumstances just kept invading. But that is why they call it real-life. I managed to get online early, but Mistress's schedule didn't permit it. So I finally took my usual COLD shower and focused on her, even if only for a short time, hoping she had a good and productive day. However, once the shower was done, my regular day started; regular, except that I was locked and wearing panties. So I did have a small connection to Mistress. Then it was off to run several errands. I got home around 11:30 or so and hopped back on the computer; still no sign of Mistress. I guess she was having a busy day, but this made me somewhat sad. So at noon, I decided that I would return to nipple training and put the clothespins on. I wore them for 30 minutes. I knew Mistress would be happy. Then, like magic, she popped up on IM around 12:15, and after our greetings, she said, "I don't have much time, so let's get those pins on." With a smile and a small amount of satisfaction, I told her that I already had them on. I think this really pleased her. We then chatted as the rest of my time passed. She said she wanted me to go shopping today. She wanted me to go to the store and browse in the lingerie department and find a nice pair of panties. She instructed me that they needed to be pretty, lacey, and they could not come in a pack; only singles would do. Then she wanted me to look for some sort of anal toy that I could use to help prepare for the party. It had to be something normal for day-to-day use. Well, my 30 minutes finally came to an end and I had to take off the clothespins. Darn, too bad! Just as I was getting ready to remove them, she told me to pull them out. However, I hesitated a little and whined about having to do that. She then sent back "DO IT." I got the dreaded all-caps IM scolding. I knew that was bad. So a quick "Yes Mistress" reply went off, and then they came. As before, the pain was intense, and I doubled over while trying to recover. I really dislike those pins, but then again, it is NOT about me. Since I had to leave in short order for my shopping trip, I was instructed to put the pins back on for 10 minutes, then take them off. Ouch! The shopping trip went OK, but I have to admit that the feeling of nervousness and humiliation were intense. I didn't have a lot of time, so I went to a local department store and walked past the lingerie department several times. I was checking it out from afar, seeing how many ladies were browsing, trying to find where I needed to go. But finally, I turned in. To be honest, I like being in that department. I have always thought women's underwear was pretty and attractive, but this was different. Now I was there to buy some for myself. I felt like I was three shades of red. If the store security had seen me, they probably would have thought I was up to something, as I was a little fidgety. After a while though, I finally found just the right pair. I have uploaded pictures for you to see. I then wandered around and found my anal toy: a bottle opener with a nice smooth and shapely handle. Then off to the register. Amazingly, I got no strange looks. Hmmm, does she think I bought these for my lady? OR... are there more men out there wearing ladies' undergarments than we really know? I only got some brief time talking with Mistress during the evening, as my daily life prevented more time. And as Mistress knows, it was indeed a very strange evening. It was so different that Mistress gave me some unusual orders, which I complied with. When I could not send my good night email, she sent me one instead, and she did so sweetly. Finding it really lifted my spirits. Thank you, Mistress. The events of the evening sent me to sleep in a confused state, but I woke up around 4 AM. I was calm and relaxed, and yes, Mistress, a portion of my recurring dream replayed. I just lay there taking in the moment, hoping it would not end.

**October 10** I was up early yesterday and wrote Mistress a nice email and posted to my journal. I thought I was doing good and would get it done before she woke; however, when I went to check the email, I saw that she had just sent me one. The best-laid plans of mice and men. Mistress Michelle came online just after lunch today, and when she did, I had a surprise for her: I had gotten a webcam! She was very excited by this and then spent the next 90 minutes online with me; talking and tormenting my nipples AGAIN. The part she liked best was when, after my 30 minutes of clothespins on the nipples, I was told to yank them off. The first time was bearable; however, the second time I disappeared from the camera in pain. Giving Mistress the visual was priceless, and she was extremely pleased by this. Receiving time like this from Mistress is truly a gift, and I know from her reactions that I was able to make her day. It was a win/win.

**Reflection** Yesterday was long since Mistress had many things to do and our schedules did not match up. But I did experience an interesting situation which really caused me to reflect on the topic of submission. So I went to take my normal cold shower as directed by Mistress Michelle. But for some reason, I thought; *Why don't I just take a normal hot shower? She would never know. I am hundreds of miles away and I can just not mention it or simply say that I did. She would never know.* Then all of the sudden, this strange wave of guilt washed over me. It kind of froze me in my tracks. Long story short, I could not do it. I could not be deceitful or dishonest. So I took my normal cold shower and thought about my lovely Mistress the whole time. I then reflected much of the day about this event. At least for any submissive man, there is just a huge, hidden need to serve and submit. Personally, I think this desire lies in most men, probably laying dormant or being hidden or not understood. However, if you can let this surface and actually find someone like Mistress to harness it, the power is just amazing. I only wish I could experience it in person with Mistress instead of via a long-distance relationship. I imagine that the power would be ramped up exponentially. Thank you, Mistress, for taking me in and harnessing my submission.

**Daily Life** I bet all of you thought I had faded into the sunset and my thread would die a quiet death. No such luck! And by the way, this thread is open for responses. Like someone else said, it is nice to hear some encouragement, rebuttals, etc., every now and then so I know I am not just talking to myself. Not much to report other than: the weekend and then yesterday was somewhat interesting. It was a great example of how day-to-day life impacts trying to lead a submissive life. Due to weekend constraints and the long distance, everyone basically lived their lives, and Monday was a day to try to get back into the swing of things. For those that live this lifestyle daily or are trying it, I can appreciate the work and attention that must be given to develop it. For most, I assume that to be successful, you have to be realistic and accept that sometimes obstacles from daily life will get in the way, but that you are committed to always picking up the pieces and moving forward. That takes work, as it would be easy just to say it is too much trouble to do this each time something gets in the way. What do you think?

Just wanted to stop in and say I enjoy reading your posts. It is a great inspiration. I love nipple play too but have very sensitive nipples so I can relate to those parts of your post. Luckily (or unfortunately depending on one's view) I have never had to wear nipple clamps much longer than a few minutes. Keep the posts coming and thanks for stopping by my journal the other day.

Thanks xcitex2 for the comments. While I find making my entries somewhat therapeutic in a way, it is still good to know others (at least one) read them and find them interesting. But I must say that I also read many posts but rarely post a reply or note of encouragement, so I guess I need to take that advice myself and improve my own actions. Mistress has mentioned that I should be a little more active on the site.

**Anticipation** Anticipation! That appears to be a big part of the stimulus process. As some of you know, Mistress Michelle is hosting a party at the end of the month, which I am going to attend. This will be my first time meeting my wonderful Mistress and her devoted pet in person as well as my first time experiencing true life submission. The excitement and anticipation on my part are building rapidly. However, this is somewhat a direct result of Mistress teasing me along the way. She does just enough of this to create mental images in my mind, which are typically done late in the evening. So I am left with thoughts and dreams as I drift off to sleep. Last night, for example, during a chat she started telling me what she might be doing to me at the party. Of course, she already knows what gets me going. But if that was not torture enough, she then sent me some pictures just to make sure I had the idea. The combination of those sent me off before bedtime with a wild imagination. It also got me thinking about how important the mental aspect of this is. Since I am new at this and merely trying to submit long distance to a wonderful Mistress, I have no real frame of reference. So I have thought a lot about what a real experience might feel like, both physically and mentally. I know what the mental part is, but how will each physical encounter compare? It is fantasy vs reality. It is anticipation! I assume that the anticipation will only enhance the actual physical encounter. Do others find this true?

Hummmm......you are just all wound up in emotion and anticipation, aren't you My little pet?? Well, I have just the thing to make you relaxed and ease your anxiety a bit..... :sex020: LMAO Mistress Michelle

Well it has been somewhat of a strange week as schedules have been disjointed between Mistress Michelle and me. It has made me realize the big difference between a long-distance relationship and one where you live together. And that difference is the little casual exchanges and interactions. When the Mistress is around her pet and things are busy, she can still give that simple look, or make a small comment, or give that special touch all because they are together. But when it is long distance, these things are not possible, and it requires extra effort. In my humble opinion, it is these small things that keep me going and focused (at least for me). Sometimes Mistress will stop by my profile and simply post a Good Morning or Hello message. On those busy days where it is unlikely we will get to chat at all, that simple message makes the world of difference. That simple act of kindness can do wonders and fill up my tank with enthusiasm. Now, as a submissive I know that it is NOT about me or having Mistress be kind to me. But I think Mistress Michelle understands that a small ray of kindness only furthers her little pet's desire to serve or do whatever she wants. That small act pays her back tenfold. Mistress and pet are off for the weekend, so I hope you enjoy your time. By the way, I did get those new clips you wanted me to get and yes they do scare us. We will be standing by waiting on your return from your trip!

**Trish?** Well I got scolded last night for not updating my post; sorry Mistress. It was a very LONG weekend as I was busy with life and Mistress was away. The combination of those two things created a situation where I knew I would not be able to even chat with her, which made me somewhat sad. But on Sunday night, Mistress arrived home and popped up online to say hello, so we chatted for a little while. It was weird; I guess I had pushed all this submissiveness into the closet over the weekend, but as soon as I knew Mistress was back I was awash with emotions. The amount of thoughts came crashing onto me in what felt like three days' worth at one time. So yesterday when I had a long list of things to do at home, for whatever reason I chose to drag 'Trish' out of the closet. I told Mistress that Trish was going to do all the chores for the day. I had told Mistress about Trish some time back, but we never really talked about her. But amongst those backed-up emotions, Trish just popped out. As a little background: secretly I have this desire or fantasy to be a sissy maid. Since it is merely a fantasy at this point, I cannot say to what degree I would want this. As 'Paulie Slave' said in her post to the *New sissy maid dress* thread, "…and remember that when you become Mistress's property wearing the dress will be a double-edged sword - although it's fun to wear, there are generally lots of chores/housework that go with it!" So I can picture being a sub required to be a maid when needed and see it being full-time. But then again, it is easy to have a fantasy of being a full-time sissy maid because it is very unlikely to come true; we all have to have a job to keep the roof over our heads. Early yesterday morning, Mistress sent me a text saying she wanted to see pictures of Trish. This was not a development I had expected. I was a little embarrassed because I do not really have 'the outfit' and Trish is more mental than physical. So I got 'dressed', poorly as I must admit, took a few pictures, and sent them to Mistress. Then I decided that since my pictures were poor I would write a description of Trish—the one in my head—and send it along with the pictures. I completed that task and then went about my day. When I am doing chores and in the Trish mindset, it is so arousing; sometimes I wonder why this is but just enjoy the moment. Late in the day I chatted with Mistress and she was very pleased with my pictures and description. She might have even been a little surprised. We have chatted many times, and this is the first time I have ever really gone into any detail about that desire; I guess it has been hidden away and suppressed. But as I have learned: watch out what you share with Mistress because she will make sure to exploit it. So a few hours later, I get a message from her on the Mansion site and she is planning to expand the shopping list for our upcoming trip. Besides making sure I get some nice new panties for everyday use, she wants to add a matching bra, thigh-high stockings, and maybe a garter belt. That just made that trip a little more interesting. So I am curious: do you other subs also share the desire to be a sissy maid?

**Trouble in Paradise** Wow, what a day. It started with a morning appearance of Trish (see previous post) all dressed and cleaning away. And per a chat with Mistress the day before, I put on those dang nipple clamps. She said, "You can wear them while you work!" So trying to be a good sub, I took that as an implied instruction. My work schedule was different yesterday but resulted in me having a long chat with Mistress Michelle; that was the highlight of the day. Here I am, having a great day: played a little fantasy in the morning, working a job I love, and then chatting with Mistress. All great, right? Great until about 5 AM this morning when **Trouble in Paradise** arrived. Right at my normal wake-up time there was a lot of stress in the cage with all kinds of thoughts running through my head regarding the upcoming party (I can't wait). Then suddenly, **POP**; yes the popping of my CB6K splitting the cage, which is quickly followed by a pinching sensation. Ouch! In a mere split second—pun intended—I went from arousing dreams and that wonderful restrained feeling to having that bubble burst. Pain in my groin and I shot straight out of bed moving like the house was on fire! I finally got the cage unlocked, but it is pinching... uhmmm... my member thereby securing the cage in the ON position. If I pull it hurts so I try to relax so things can get as small as possible. Finally after what seemed like eternity, I shrink and am able to pry the split cage apart enough to release myself. Now I am stuck with that deflating feeling of not being locked and unsure what I will do going forward. I have already replaced the cage once and glued this one back together once. Oh, the struggles.

Wow pt300800 that sucks. I own a 6k myself and all these stories of them splitting are starting to make me nervous. The lucky part is my new Lori is on the way so maybe this will be a good time to ditch the 6k altogether. Hope it works out for you.

Ouch sounds painful. I’ve read a few posts about CB6000s splitting; there must be a problem with the design. Master and I are waiting until we can afford a Neo Steel before I go back in chastity. Hope it works out with your CB, sure you’ll get it replaced if you’re going to continue with the CB range. Good luck.

What did you do with the cage??? Hummmm....see what that stiff cock gets you? I will have that cock restrained one way or another at the party either by your means or Mine! LOL Hummm.....I got a new roll of duct tape!!! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

Mistress Michelle, that poor smiley; does he ever catch a break lol.:evilgrin0036:

LMOA-sorry that was great!

No I make the smiley stay on its knees LMAO I love it!!!!:sex020: Mistress Michelle

Well, I guess that smiley will have some company in ten days. All the party attendees will be on their knees also! Wow, what a day! Oh, sorry, that was how I started yesterday. But it was quite a day, somewhat of a train wreck. It had dashed expectations and reality trumping fantasy. And now it is about dealing with that, which I know everyone here deals with on a daily basis. But I am committed to continuing forward. So as you know, yesterday morning I had to deal with a split CB6K cage. I also had to leave in the morning for a trip. (Here is the expectation part) It was a trip where I would be overnight out of town with plenty of time available to chat with Mistress Michelle without having to worry about any of the normal distractions at home. So as I ready myself, I am left a little naked because I am unable to be locked, but I do bring the cage with me; maybe I will have time to try and reglue it. After arriving at my destination and getting settled in, I sign on to the computer. I hope Mistress is around. She pops up fairly soon after that and invites me to go to the mansion chat room. I join the chat room and stay there for about two uncomfortable hours. Let me just say to all those who were there, please do not take offense, but it was really the first time I had spent time in a chat room like that. As a result, I had my guard up somewhat. So I hope no one takes my shyness as a personal insult. It was not meant that way at all. But while there, mentally I was getting disappointed because I had hoped to have a nice chat with Mistress and that setting was just not the place. Finally at the end of the evening, I was able to have a Chat with Mistress. I shared my feelings with her and how I felt. And while I was not comfortable, I do think in the long run it was a good experience for me, one meant to stretch me. I think that Mistress may have set that up on purpose so She could help bring me out of my shell. One may never know though. On a better note, I did fix the CB6K; now I just need to work up trust with it. I wore it last night and it did not BITE! I am also looking at a -2000 model. MM likes that one for its open design as it is much better for more long term wear (i.e., easy to clean). So even though the day was filled with conflict, in the end all is good. Oh yea, less than ten DAYS to the party.

Hi pt im sorry i dont think we considered your feelings please forgive us it all gets better see ya soon

Busy with a hectic work schedule, it’s been several days since I last updated my journey. But all things considered, these have been quite an interesting few days. If you recall my previous post, you know that I tried the chat room a couple of days back and didn’t fare so well. However, I summoned up enough bravery to return the next day. Although I wasn't at the forefront with posts, I was more open in participating and felt somewhat more at ease. I believe Mistress appreciated my presence, especially given what happened last time. Last night found me away from home without any distractions. I received orders to bring along my webcam as well as binder clips and clothespins. Then yesterday afternoon, I was treated to a web session with Mistress. We began by simply chatting before She issued commands. The binder clips went on. Wow, they didn't hurt too badly, but unfortunately, I commented on that fact to Mistress. So she decided it would just not do. Next, I attached the clothespins to the ends of the binder clips and then did jumping jacks as ordered. Well now there is a whole mass flipping and flopping up and down. Ok, NOW it Hurts. She followed this with some additional nipple abuse before moving on. Later, we had a tease and denial session together. It was my first time experiencing that kind of setup and it felt extremely erotic. The strange part for me is that despite being a thousand miles apart, connected only by the computer screen and camera, I did exactly what She told me to do. It would have been easy to take myself over the edge during all this activity. But I didn’t; the power of the Mistress truly amazes me. Thank you for gifting me with that session, Mistress. Today, i actually managed to spend some time with Mistress Michelle's pet. We chatted for quite a while. We even transitioned into talking sub-to-sub about our upcoming party and shared fantasies. That was strangely erotic too. I enjoy both Mistress Michelle and her pet, and cant wait to meet them on Wednesday.

Its one day till my lunch with Mistress Michelle and her devoted pet. **i am so EXCITED**, perhaps a bit nervous too. i know when I first arrive there, emotions will overwhelm me, but since i have spoken with both of them, i am confident She will make me feel at ease, yet quickly establish Her dominance over me in some subtle manner. After lunch, it is off to Victoria Secrets for the much anticipated shopping trip. i am somewhat nervous about that as well. Following my visit, i will head out again, returning three days later for the big **PARTY**. i would recommend subscribing to this thread and watching Mistress Michelles profile, as I suspect things will get interesting over the next week or two!

pt - I am so enjoying your posts! Thank you for sharing with such eloquence; it is no wonder Mistress Michelle appears pleased in her comments here. Your attitude feels refreshing, wishing to please on Mistress's terms rather than yours own. Your entries remind me how pleasant it can be having restrictions in life that serve as reminders of who holds the reins, and how those limits play upon our emotions. They help gain control over your heart, body, and mind as you accept each one (or beg for them) individually. One wants to do so well, yet discipline is required to stay consistent over time. And just when you adapt to one set of rules, another restriction may be placed upon you. It is quite the process, always unique to the two people involved in it. I wish you and Mistress Michelle all the best and look forward to your future posts. zadig

**The Visit...** zadig, I appreciate you dropping by and your thoughtful remarks. While i love writing my updates, receiving positive feedback is always welcome. However, the real credit belongs to Mistress Michelle. Her gentle approach has fostered a setting where I can discover experiences I once deemed impossible, all while continuing to develop in my submissive journey. It’s also fulfilling that when you please Her, you recognize it through Her smile, that contagious laugh, or perhaps some well-chosen words of kindness. This only strengthens the urge to serve Her. She manages this balance so that she stays dominant yet supportive toward her subordinates. For me personally, it creates a mutually beneficial situation. Today marked a significant milestone as I finally met Mistress Michelle and her pet. It was also my first chance to witness Mistress Michelle in action; guiding, controlling, and correcting her little companion. The day began early with the journey out there and concluded after a lengthy drive back home, with the visit nestled right in between. Since it’s getting late and i have an early class tomorrow, i’ll hold off on sharing all the details of my wonderful time with Mistress until then. Tomorrow (i know everyone is eagerly waiting for this, LOL), I will publish two updates: *The Shopping Trip* and *The Warm Up*. These will cover what happened in the afternoon. Feel free to stop by Mistress Michelle’s Profile; she has uploaded a few photos from that day. Stay Tuned.

The pictures are lovely. What an adorable outfit! I have to admit some jealousy, as it’s been ages since i wore such lacy, frilly items yourself. You look very cute in them. Regarding D/s relationships, imho, they ought always be a win/win situation. Any healthy relationship should aim for that balance, and achieving it within Ds is just as challenging as in vanilla partnerships. Looking forward to your next update. zadig

**The Shopping Trip** So arrived at the airport in this beautiful countryside and i was eager to get my luggage and go meet Mistress Michelle and pet for lunch, which was to be followed by The Shopping Trip. i called Mistress to let her know i had arrived and we worked out the last details about lunch. An hour later i arrive at the restaurant (and the music starts) and i finally get to meet the stunning Mistress Michelle. As my heart pounds, we great each other and then go inside to wait on pet to arrive. After pet arrives, we all enjoyed lunch and casual conversation. Near the end of lunch, Mistress Michelle asks me if i am ready to go by some pretty panties. Still secretly hoping She forgets, i reply, Actually no i am not. To which She replied something to the effect of too bad. We all laughed about it and pet told me it just didnt matter. he said, heck your from out of town, no one will ever see you again. While i knew this to be true, i was still getting more and more nervous. i was thinking; how will i get into the store without anyone noticing, and how will i pick something out, and i hope i dont have to ask for help, and what will they think of this strange man looking at underwear, and is that man a stalker; you get the picture. Lunch finally adjourns and pet is off to work, and Mistress and i are off to the mall. As we drive up, i cant get out of my mind, What the Hell are you doing? Then we park and Mistress and i walk into the mall. As we do so, she starts with the teasing about me buying some pretty panties and how She is going to sit outside and watch. At this point, i am really nervous and cannot even seem to make a complete sentence. i try to answer, but only incoherent phrases come out. We turn the corner, and there it is Victorias Secret; all the pink, all the beauty. little pets secret is that he loves this store, but now I am faced with walking in there, as a man, looking at and for ladies underwear for me! That changes everything. So i literally walk by both doorways and walk the length of the store front. As i pass the second entrance, Mistress asks where little pet was going? i told Her i wanted to see if there was anything good in the window; which translates to i am stalling to avoid going in there. But that technique, only bought me about 20 seconds, so now i turn and go inside. Luckily, i know where to go as i have been in the stores before. As i go towards the back of the store, a clerk asks how i am doing. i reply i am fine and continue without stopping towards the glorious spot where all the womans underwear is displayed floor to ceiling. Oh it is beautiful, and so bountiful. i start browsing from afar, as i really dont want anyone to know why i am in here. my parameters was something pink, red, or purple; bra, panties, and optionally garters and stockings. i made several circles from afar in the 2 different rooms. There is one customer near where i want to be, so I DONT dare go over there. So avoid that spot. A couple of times a clerk came out from the back and caused me to change the direction i was walking so i would not come in contact with them. The whole time i am in conflict; i want to be here, but i dont want to be here; if you know what i mean. Now getting more courage, i spot a few things that i like, but the bra size seems to be the limiting factor. So i find myself quickly looking through what is displayed looking for a bigger size hoping that no one will notice. This is taking forever. i move around some more and continue my circling. Each time around i learn a little more; but at this rate it will take 6 hours. i finally come to the realization that i am just going to have to break down and get the help of a clerk. So next i eye each of the consultants. There are several older ones and a few younger ones. i determine that i want/need to ask one of the younger employees for help. Finally one comes by (man is this her unlucky day) and i make eye contact, and magically she asks if i need help. i reply that i do. i then tell her that i am a little embarrassed to be in here and she says, Thats OK, we get men in here all the time. i then reply, Well you see, i am looking, ummm, for underwear, ummmm, for myself. Without losing a second, she just says OK, so are you looking for bottom, top, ... i then tell her my needs and a couple of things that i like. i show her some panties that i really like (see pictures in profile), but the bras do not come in my size. Se she gladly helps me for the next 10 minutes or so, helping me to find a bra that will match, At some point, a second clerk joins the party (lucky me). We finally find a bra to match and then i also ask for a second pair of panties to match. Now i have everything, but some stockings. This now drags on for another 15 minutes or so as we try to find a pair of thigh high stockings to be worn with the garters. Interestingly, though, from the time that i asked for help, i started to feel more comfortable about being in there and both panty consultants were very friendly and helpful. They never made me feel awkward at all. In fact, the only person making me feel awkward was me. i then check out at the register and finally leave the store, proudly, with my pink striped Victorias Secret bag. Mistress greets me, smiles, and we make our way to leave. She asks what took so long and i briefly explained about my trip and the stockings. We had a good laugh and then ventured on our way. The next stop is her home where She is going to get to know me better, see what i have bought, get me warmed up for the party, and then give me my new -2000 CB to replaced my -6000 which had split for the third time. The drive leaves time to reflect on the Shopping Trip as well as what is to come once we arrive at her house. As i reflect back on my trip, it was very humiliating, but exhilarating once it was done. Additionally, i have some very pretty panties which i adore. Sometimes i wish men had all these choices like the women do. Oh, how i envy you all. Two quick cute notes that i would like to share with you about my Shopping Adventure; after i left Mistresss house, i had a long drive to get to where my class was being taught. i get to the hotel about 10 pm and i am getting my things out of the car. Well i have my luggage, my computers, a couple of misc items and my PINK bag from Victorias Secret. i momentarily think about stuff the bag inside something else, but am just to tired to deal with that, plus i do not want my things to get wrinkled. So i gather my things and then proudly attached my PINK bag with a luggage strap to the top of my stuff; out there for everyone to see. Again, secretly i am proud of my bag. Then i get to my room and unpack. Since i will be here for a few days, i unpack some things and put them in the drawers. Then i get my PINK bag and actually take those things and move stuff in the drawer aside, so that I have enough room to neatly lay out my panties in the drawer. i actually neatly stacked all of them one on top of another. Then i stood there and admired what I had bought. Inside i sighed and thought, you did a good job. In case you did not know, i was proud of my purchases. Look for the next installment *The Warm Up*.

**Nice update** Very nicely written. I can feel your anxiety and nervousness when you described your shopping trip.

the place i go to online for . . . winks

Thanks cks. But I do have to call you out. You need to just get up and go into the store. Ordering online is too easy!!

**Shopping Trip # 2** Oh Mistress, you created a monster. I am addicted to the Victorias Secret. I just wonder, what is her secret? Maybe Victoria is really Vic! So I snuck into the VC up here at the mall. I was in there for at least 30 minutes, looking for just the right things. Shhh, I bought 4 more pair of panties. I just tried them on, and sadly one pair does not fit. Oh no, I will have to go back one more time. Too Bad!:) :love0001:

**Nice report!** That was a really lovely update, pt! Mistress Michelle gave you an excellent training task. You’re incredibly fortunate to have such a fantastic Mistress! Dolly is jealous of your buys and your courage in seeking help too. Dollyanne has been there herself and knows exactly how it feels. The first time is always the toughest, but you’ll get accustomed to it and become just as obsessed as dollyanne does. Victoria's Secret holds annual sales now, so dolly goes there and digs through the panties alongside other girls. Once, dolly had to wait in line with 10 others while checking out, clutching a handful of panties and hose! And when she reached the cashier, the clerk asked if dolly wanted an Angel card for a free item every month. So dolly got one, not realizing her name, address, and phone number would be shared— which they were, in quite a loud voice that made dollyanne blush while the other girls giggled. That’s life as a sissy! Dollyanne is excited to see more of your adventures, pt. Next up: you’ll need an adorable sissy name if you don’t have one already! Also, check out dollyanne's recent blog post. You might get a pet tag with your new name on it, or maybe "Property of Mistress Michelle", or even both! Congratulations and welcome to sissydom! Huggs,:kiss: dollyanne

**The Warm Up** *(Apologies for the length; I didn't get a chance to proofread before posting. I wanted Mistress to read this before she leaves for her party later today)* The shopping is done, and now it’s time to drive over to Mistress Michelle's house for about an hour of getting acquainted with, umm, well, Her PADDLE. Personally, I was eager to get to know Her better, but that wasn't really the plan. The journey from town took roughly 30 minutes through some of the loveliest countryside imaginable; rolling hills, a clear blue sky above, crisp air, and leaves changing color on the trees. What could be a better backdrop for pondering your impending fate? As we leave town and head into the rural areas, my mind drifts to what's about to unfold. Then it strikes me: What exactly is going to happen? Why am I here? It’s been nothing but fantasy up until now, yet in 30 minutes, I suspect I’ll be feeling Mistress Michelle's paddle sting. So the rest of the climb up the mountain feels crowded with those two little voices on my shoulders questioning why I’m doing this. One sits on the left, constantly nudging naughty thoughts into your head, while the other questions your sanity and decision-making skills. Every possible thought crossed through my mind during that drive. Finally, Mistress Michelle puts on her blinker and turns into Her driveway. The journey is over; Reality is about to triumph over Fantasy once more! With my nerves buzzing intensely, we step inside her home. I meet all the cats, including Otis, who is Mistress's favorite feline, along with the two dogs. She gives me a tour of the house before we settle into the living room. During the walkthrough, she picks up Her PADDLE—*gulp*. Oh no, this might actually hurt... though it’s too late to back down now. She sits on the sofa, dressed entirely in black, while I stand before her like a timid young military private facing the General. A twinkle appears in Her eyes as She slowly takes me in from head to toe. Suddenly out of nowhere, She says, "Okay, let's begin!" *Wwwwhhhaattt*, I think. Reality has arrived just like that cold bucket of water thrown on my face. All those questions start popping up again. You know, what am I doing here? And she is about to spank me with that PADDLE, and honestly, I want Her to. Have I lost my mind? Still, I summon the courage to strip down right in front of this stunning lady whom, for some inexplicable reason, I trust completely. I’m now standing there fully naked before Mistress as she remains seated on the sofa. That same twinkle returns to her eyes as they sweep from top to bottom. She reaches out and gently touches me, caressing my skin. A small smile breaks across her face. I wonder what’s going through her mind; I assume she really enjoys molding a new sub, viewing me now as fresh property being inspected and judged. Standing there, I only hope—really hope—that she approves of me. She then instructs me to turn around. Again, I feel her caress my backside. "That is a nice, cute butt for my little pet," she says. The introductions pause abruptly as She tells me to face Her again. Now she playfully teases me with the PADDLE and says, "OK, get down there." Having chatted with Her, I know that means on all fours on the floor; it’s her preferred position. Once on the ground, my mind races once more with those familiar questions plus the expected one: *I bet this is going to hurt.* She caresses my backside a bit more, planning out where she’ll strike. This only heightens my anticipation. *Swing that damn PADDLE,* I think, so I can pop this bubble of fear and waiting and get moving. But no; instead, her hands move down to feel my balls, which are hanging low and exposed now. A slight squeeze follows as she reaches between my legs. I stay absolutely still and quiet. Not sure why—maybe scared, or maybe I assume that’s the proper thing to do. Her touch feels good. Then She takes up the paddle and delivers four or five light taps. The Landing Zone, the Initial Strike Target, has been identified. Without warning, in somewhat of a stealth mode, my backside erupts in pain. She took the swing, and I’ve received the first blow. It was clearly a solid hit, though definitely not full force. This is quickly followed by another *Whack*, and then another *Whack*. Then a pause. But wait—there’s another *Whack* on the other cheek, followed by two more. Next, Mistress caresses my backside again, reaches between my legs, and gently strokes my now-erect unlocked cock. As she does this, I can’t help but wonder: Why does this pain cause such arousal in me? Part of it is knowing that this beautiful Mistress, whom I can barely see, is at the other end of the PADDLE and enjoys herself. Making Her happy makes me happy and excited somehow. But that gentle touching is only a brief respite. The PADDLE returns—*WHACK*, *WHACK*, etc.—on it goes. I’m not sure how many there were since I wasn’t counting. Just as I think, *OK, this is enough,* She stops. She caresses my backside and cock again; the latter remains rock hard (which pleases Mistress). She then gets up to retrieve her crop. Upon returning, she has two new implements. Again, I’m still on all fours and can’t see Her or them for that matter. She tells me these are two new tools and wants to know which one hurts more. Great, I think; not *which feels better*, but *which hurts MORE*. One is a leather whip with about 15 tails of leather hanging from it, while the other is a standard leather riding crop. She starts with the whip (can’t quite recall what they call this specific type). She’s gentle with it but swings it vertically so that it comes down on my butt crack. This allows all those tails to flip around between my legs and strike my balls. Naturally, that creates a VERY different sensation and pain. She repeats this several times before switching to the riding crop. Over the next few minutes, she treats my backside and balls to more torment. Finally, She seems pleased with her work, and I am simply speechless. Not sure what to say, but I feel hurt yet exhilarated. Then She says, "I think I want to try out my Rhimba unit before the party!" Great—electrical shock! This wasn’t in my top ten list of expectations, but then again, it’s NOT about me. She returns and has me lie on my back with legs spread wide, everything exposed. She attaches a lead to my balls and another to my cock, hooking them all up to the control unit. A huge smile is on her face. She stares intently at the controller while I look for something solid to grab onto. Then the tingling begins. *Not bADDDDD,* I think... but then it suddenly shifts in feeling and intensity. She continues adjusting both the intensity and type of shock. But then an interesting thing happens. As she shocks me, I’m thrashing around somewhat on the floor and slowly sliding away from Her as if looking for something to grab onto. Then I burst into uncontrollable laughter. This laughter comes and goes as Mistress turns the sensations on and off. In turn, this makes Mistress laugh but also annoys her a little. She asks, "Why are you laughing? This is a serious toy." That question is followed by a much higher level of intensity. I beg Her to stop, which she eventually does. We take a short break while She pulls me back closer to Her. Now as She prepares to start again, I reach forward and manage to grab her ankles and feet. Then the electrical training resumes, moving through the full range of sensations. With her feet in my hands, I can squeeze them when necessary. Also, I work hard to concentrate on what she is doing; this focus results in no laughter. This second round seems much more pleasing to Mistress than the first. The laughter not only broke the m od of the setting, but also made her makeup run as she cried she laughed so hard. Again, I have no concept of time so I have no idea how long this went on, but lets just say, she knew when to stop. I now lay there trying to recover. I have begun sweating a little bit from the intensity of the session. When then get up and take a short break. During this time, she brings out my/Her new CB-2000 and we work on getting that installed. Time is rapidly approaching me needed to leave. But this is time for one last, Hit the Road spanking. Back out we go, down I go on all fours, and she starts swinging. There is no caressing going on now. It is just all out lets beat his ass. She hen kicks my knees outwards to I am really spread apart and my ass is up. The swings continue, some of them are much harder than before. I am no longer quiet, as I yelp out with each blow. Like before, I am not counting, so I dont know how many Whacks there were, I only know my ass is now Hot and burning. She ends with 2 big and good blows, one on each check and then proclaims that she is done. For a moment, I just lay there recovering. Then I get up and get dressed. Mistress and I talk for a few moments before I have to get underway. Then the time has come, and the cover closes on my first taste of Mistress Michelle and her PADDLE. She seems pleased and I am now locked, excited, and exhausted and I am looking at a 6 hour drive with a sore ass. Somehow all I can think about is, Man that PARTY cant come quick enough. We both would prefer to extend the play time longer, but schedules do not permit. It will simply just wait until Saturday Night. Thank you Mistress! I will see you tomorrow night. Till then..

Really lovely, my little pet....I can't wait to see you again on Saturday evening!! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

:happy0030:pt, You are doing a wonderful job keeping us updated. The first thing I do when I wake up is turn on my PC and log into chasity mansion to see what you've written. Love your shopping trip. This sissy will try it one of these days. It's not the same without a beautiful Mistress like, Mistress Michelle watching over me to ensure I get it right (though I can make believe). Looking forward to your next post. Have fun, I know you will .:smilies_xxx02:

**The Day of the Party** The day has finally arrived. i am going to the Party today! It is the last day I can claim as a newbie. i am so excited. But i still have to get through class today and then hop into the car for a 6 hour drive! Argh!! But i am all packed, dressed and ready to go, wearing one of my new panties i bought on my second shopping trip. They will be a surprise for Mistress. i also switched to the medium Points on my CB-2000. Made it through the night somehow (not without numerous painful interruptions), and i plan to leave that on till i get to Mistress later today. i know this day will just drag on as my anticipation swells. As soon as i surface after the party concludes on Monday, i will update this thread. Stay tuned

**Party Recap - The Arrival** The party has passed and i am retreating back to day-to-day life. The event was amazing for me and exceeded my expectations. That is saying something, since as a newbie, my expectations were all over the place. So having said that, in this post, i plan on chronicling my experience at the party with as much detail as possible; i.e. what i remember and what i am able to share. Additionally, i will comment on how that relates to *My New Life in Submission*. In order to keep the posts somewhat manageable in length, i will post in four parts with this post being Part 1. Part 1 covers my Arrival; Part 2 covers Saturday night, Part 3 Sunday afternoon, and Part 4 Sunday night. Each part of the parts had its own events, setting, and personality. The goal is to give as much information as possible while still breaking it down into pieces that each might be able to read. I know personally that when i get really long posts, sometimes it is hard to find the time to sit down and read them. i know that Mistress Michelle has posted some pictures from the party on Her profile so check those out when you can. i will post pictures on my profile at the same time i post each thread as appropriate. So sit back and enjoy the ride; i know that i did. As many of you know, Mistress Michelle hosted a party the weekend of Halloween and i was honored to be invited to participate. i accepted that invitation some 4-6 weeks ago and for me it was not only an invitation but somewhat of a challenge. A challenge from Mistress Michelle that basically said Put up or Shut Up. So truly wanting to become submissive, i was able to accept that invitation and challenge. However, due to some limitations, i was only able to attend Sat night through to Monday morning. i would have preferred to attend the complete event, but this was the best under the circumstances. Leading up to the party, i spent a lot of time chatting with Mistress Michelle and even some time being trained by Her, so by the time the party came, She knew me pretty well and knew what my desires were and what my limits were. She also knew the type things that, while not limits, were things that would stretch me both mentally and physically. While the party was not technically my first experience with being in a submissive role (See posts from October 30th, The Shopping Trip and The Warm Up), i looked at is as such. my short visit on October 30th with Mistress was my first experience, but that just merely heightened my sense of wanting to get back down Her way and get to the party. So it was a long few days until Saturday afternoon when i finished my other obligations and started back south on my 6 hour drive. What torture to endure; having to drive 6 hours to get to this party. It gives one a lot of time to think. Mistress instructed me to drive straight through without stopping to eat. She said they would save me some dinner. So drive i did and i nervously arrived at the house just after 8:30 PM. It was a beautiful clear night in the mountains of VA. The air was cool/cold and crisp, the sky was very dark and the stars shone as brightly as I have ever seen. i park the car and fumble around with my things, somewhat trying to stall making that initial entry. i am figuring that it will be awkward or more accurately, i will fell very awkward. i make it to the front door with my things in tow and standby by the door for a few seconds before finally reaching up and knocking on the door. As i recall, susie answered the door, but i was so nervous i am not 100% sure. As i enter the house, all are sitting around the living room in various states of dress. Some with nothing (which i know is what i will be in short order) all the way up to me; a fully dressed normal person. i walk in and muster a hello. i had brought a gift for Mistress Michelle and for Mistress Renae, but as i look around the room, i see that there are 3 Mistresses not 2. Mistress informed me that there was going to be a couple visiting on Saturday, and as it turns out they were still there when i arrived. So i give Mistress Michelle her gift, but now i realize that i dont know what Mistress Renae looks like. So i have a 50-50 shot of getting this right. Being nervous, i do not have all my senses about me and am unable to deduce who is who, so I make my guess; BUZZZZZZZ, wrong answer little pet. Not a good first impression. So, i sheepishly cower over to Mistress Renae and give her her present. Now Mistress Michelle introduces everyone formally, Mistress Renae, the visiting couple Robin and riki, Dominque, Susie, and pet. Now i go over to make my acquaintance with Robin and she puts out her hand. Again being a nervous wreck at this point, i grab it like i am at a business meeting and after a brief awkward moment, i raise her hand up and i give her a kiss on the back of her hand. Sensing by nervousness Mistress asks if i would like to eat first. i gladly accept that offer. i am shown my room and i place my things there and then Susie gets the plate they had saved for me. As i eat, everyone just converses with each other just like they would in any other setting. So despite the fact that some are naked and there are some sissies there, i start to relax. i am eating a little slowly so as to give myself a little more time to adjust. Finally i finish eating and Mistress instructs me to get ready.or translated, get dressed as a sub..or translated, get undressed Damn It. So i head to my bedroom and get undressed. Again working as slowly as possible, like that is really going to change the outcome, i get undressed. i adjust my shirt on the hanger about 12 times, but there is no more stalling to be done. i go to the door way, take a deep breath, muster up the courage to step out and then i boldly take those steps. i move towards the sofa where both Mistress Michelle and Mistress Renae are seated. This is the moment i have dreaded. Fourteen eyes are now fixated on me, standing there naked. Mistress smiles, verifies i am caged and admires the view. She then tells me to turn around so that Mistress Renae can see my butt. Mistress likes my butt and likes to show it off. Now i am not sure if She likes it because She likes to give whippins or if She thinks its cute. My guess is that it is both. Well i quickly get caught up in the moment and go back to conversing as before, but now I am little pet! Let the party begin..

Although you were nervous PT I think you were secretly enjoying your first time. I look forward to reading the remainder of your weekend.

Mistress S there is no doubt I was enjoying myself, or knew I would be, but I was nervous none the less. It seemed like I went back and forth between those two emotions alot, and well, pain and torment thrown in there also.

trish, you write so beautifully. thank you!!!!

Thanks cks, I appreciate that. I love your new avitar. That is classy!

**Party Recap - Saturday Night** Let me begin by saying I had a wonderful time at the party and went through quite a bit. There was so much happening that I’m not certain I’ll recall it all. But here is my account of specifically what occurred to me. So let’s go back to Saturday night, November 1st, 2008, around 9:30 pm, and look at the events of the party. I arrived after a long drive, ate, UNDRESSED (in front of several total strangers), got inspected, and met everyone. Through it all, I somehow managed to stay mostly comfortable. I am still nervous—and will remain so on and off throughout the weekend—but mingling with friends, even new ones, lets me ignore that I’m walking around naked. Now, to give you a sense of the setting; the house was a beautiful two-story home in the rolling hills of VA, overlooking a lake cove. The top floor served as the main level where most people hung out during the weekend. There was also a full basement with several bedrooms and a hot tub off the back. I stayed in a bedroom on one end of the main floor. Next to it was a nice living room opening into the dining area and kitchen. Off the kitchen was the **master** suite, home to Mistress Michelle and her pet. This seemed to be where most activities took place. It was a fairly large bedroom with a king-size bed, featuring a spacious private bath and an enormous closet big enough to sleep in. So at some point, activities resumed in the main bedroom. The **pet** was on the bed, humbled and being spanked by Mistress Renae. Dominique seemed to be there too. I stood nervously fidgeting in the kitchen when Mistress Michelle came out and said, "Come Here." Off I went, excited yet terrified. On my way in, I surveyed the current victims and their status. What I saw concerned me somewhat; but they will remember that I am new, I thought to myself. The **mistress** instructed me to stand at the foot of the bed. She looked me over carefully. Then she went to the dresser and picked up her **nipple clamp**. If you’ve been following my journey here, you know that is NOT my favorite thing. She attached the left one, then the right. As each clip engaged, I slightly gasped as she released the tension. The clips were connected by a **chain**, which had several penis-shaped weights hanging from it for effect. She smiled at her work, though I wasn’t sure if I smiled back. Next, she reached down to my cage and seemed pleased with the new -2000 value she’d assigned me only days prior. "All that hair has to go," she said. She removed my cage and called Mistress Renae over for a look, leading to much conversation about my hair. "I forgot what pubic hair looks like," said Mistress Renae. Normally, a man being touched and discussed by two seductive women would be ready to explode, but strangely, that wasn’t the feeling I had at the moment. I felt kind of... well, exposed. Oh, because I *am* exposed. So the first order of business was shaving the hair. Off to the bathroom I went while Mistress Michelle proceeded to shave it all off. Again, what should have been erotic turned out not to be so much, likely because someone other than myself was operating a very sharp object near my penis—oh, sorry, *Mistress* Michele’s hand (or perhaps her presence felt like an extension of herself). But none the less, the nerve endings are connected to my brain. One false move and... well, you get the picture. Shaving complete, it was now my turn to join the ranks of victims in various positions on the bed. She led me back to the end and tugged on the **chain**. That changed everything; up until then, the clips didn’t seem as bad as the clothespins I had trained with before the party. I was ordered to sit up and lay back. The intensity of being commanded without knowing what comes next is mind-bending. But trusting Mistress, I eagerly complied. Quickly, I learned it was time for the Rhimba (electric shock unit) to be attached to my cock and balls. While I had experienced this a few days earlier during my party Warm-Up with Mistress, I knew there were MORE settings and HIGHER intensities available. Well, soon enough, ZZZAPPP, CRACKLE, POP... This went on for what seemed like forever. Mistress seemed to enjoy this part. She watched each application with attention to detail, observing her little pet’s reactions. She cycled through all the different sensations and then revisited the ones she liked best—which, if I recall correctly, were the ones I liked the least. Hmmm, interesting. Then at one point, Robin and Riki, who had visited for the day, came into the bedroom to say goodbye. As I lay there getting shocked, we exchanged pleasantries. It was amusing in its own way. Then they started telling me about Riki’s piercing—nipple and penis—which he did HIMSELF. Knowing my phobia of needles and piercing, Mistress said, "Riki, show little pet your piercing." So he unbuttoned his pants to display the piercing on his penis. A bit creepy for me due to my fear, I must admit they were somewhat attractive (however, Mistress, this does not mean I want any). As the shocking continued, it was determined that the batteries needed replacing. For the record, new batteries DID make a difference. The ZAPING went on for how long? Finally, someone else’s turn came up and i was **release**d. When my shocking experience ended, I stood and watched as the next victim got attached. I also remember they kept pulling that chain! A few times I yelped out, but generally it fell on deaf ears. I did resort to begging a couple of times to have the nipple clamps removed. What happened repeatedly was that M Michelle or M Renae would pull the chain and one clip would start to slip off toward the tip of my **nipple clamp** area but stop midway, exerting all its tension on just the very tip. As soon as they went to grab it to undo it fully, it finished slipping off—a sharp pain. They also liked to remove them occasionally, pinch a couple times for good measure, and put them back on. Now it was time for M Michelle and M Renae’s next evil trick. They had obviously planned this ahead of time. M Michelle grabbed a tube and started rubbing cream onto our cocks. She slowly and erotically worked the lotion, switching between us. *Wow*, I thought, *this party is great*. This woman is rubbing my cock for me; it feels good. However, she kept asking how it felt. We all seemed to say "OK." But after a while, you guessed it—we were all numbed up. Now the three of us were blindfolded and instructed to get hard. So we sat with numb penises pumping away trying to achieve an erection. All the while, both Mistresses teased and taunted us. Then pet got hard first, but little pet and Dominique did not. Finally after a bit, I managed to go semi-hard, but Dominique was really struggling. I heard Mistress in the background telling Dominique that if she doesn’t get hard, she’ll miss out. So naturally, pet and myself worked to stay hard because we didn’t want to MISS OUT. Then Mistress said it was time. *TIME FOR WHAT*, I thought? Pet lay on his back on the bed, still trying to keep it up. Then I heard some movement in the background. They had brought out Janni ne is the blow-up doll. I’ve heard of Jannie, but never formally met her myself. I watch them asking for and applying lube to Jannie. Jannine gets placed on pet. Then they pull me over and point out my HOLE on Jannine. Remember, i am still blind folded, so i feel around with my hand trying to guide my quickly shrinking cock into the assigned hole. All I can tell is that pet lays down first, then Jannie comes next, leaving me standing right above her. Dominque was supposed to get the third hole but never quite managed to join in. This turned out to be her lucky moment for sure. So here we have M Michelles 2 pets humping away with numbed dicks on Jannine, the blow-up doll; truly priceless. Finally the madness stops. Even though Mistress accomplished some humiliation, that experiment was deemed a failure since none of us could really get hard. Well I can only say that it takes you, Mistress Michelle, to create such an atmosphere and have us thank you for it later. Later when everyone migrated back to the main living room area, Mistress decided she was bored and brought out the paddle. Over the chair I went, and the swinging began. For me personally, paddling really turns me on. Not sure why exactly since her nice compact thick paddle truly hurts, but throughout it all feels very arousing. Part of it is knowing this is one of her favorite pastimes, and any good sub wants to please his Mistress. Midnight passes and everyone adjourns to the hot tub. This evening was quite cold yet the warmth from the hot tub felt exhilarating. Mistress Renae and her dominque were already there when Mistress Michelle arrived with her pet and myself. Not sure how long we stayed but it was a nice relaxing time spent chatting and simply enjoying that beautiful clear night. After getting out of the hot tub, everyone went upstairs then slowly retreated to their respective rooms. Somehow by 2 am the day finally came to an end. What quite the start to the party! And so there I lay in bed locked naked cherishing these opening events while contemplating what might happen next day ahead. What will a new morning bring?

Hummmm.....no wonder I laughed so hard all weekend, reading it over again is hilarious, its like doing it all again in slow motion!! I do have to say though, little pet, you missed a couple things.... Like, before the spanking, My nice long well deserved leg massage you gave Me, and the fashion show of new things you had bought at Victoria Secrets. The neck massage Mistress Rene recieved from pet, and susie in the ball crusher with sunglasses on her little cock, hummm, maybe you werent there yet for the ball crusher thingy. Anyway, good job on the post sweetie!!! Its wonderful! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

Ok, when I am wrong I will admit it graciously.....with a crop in My hand, Oh thats right, I broke My crop on little pets feet!!! Anyway, little pet has so sweetly let Me know that I was wrong about the massage and dress up time, it was Sunday. You see, My little pet has a camera with the date and time on the pictures LOL, its not that he could remember either, just that the pictures tell the story!! So, since I was wrong and he was right I will save a special Whippin just for him the next time I see him, because I LOVE whippins!!!!!:sex020: Mistress Michelle

**Memmories!!!** Ah yes little pet, all this sounds very familiar!! wonder why . been 3 days since all parted ways . very amusing & yet entertaining?? to some that were there, huh! enjoying the scenes being painted so vividly . You must have been very aware of all activities & filling up mental Rolodex! thank you for this, disciplinedpet

i also agree with disiplinedpet, all this sounds so familiar yet so far away. we had one hell of a weekend to look back on with new toys being tried for the first time and loving them. LOL To meeting new friends to share special moments with (especially if they are getting spanked) instead of us.

Sounds fun

Looking forward to Sundays events. Sounds like everyone is haveing fun.:happy0030:

**Party Recap - Sunday Morning** Sorry all for the delay. i just know everyone is lining up to see the next installment of the Party Recap; all 3 of you. That old thing called life got in the way. So for you 3 and any other out there who might want a glimpse of the party. The sun has risen on Sunday morning, a little earlier than normal since we go an extra hour due to the time change. Man that was a great break, by the way. Good planning on your part Mistress. I awake earlier than I would have liked given that we stayed up until 2 am. All seems quiet around the house. Now, I wonder, what should I do? What can I do? Do I need permission to do it, whatever that is? Well too many questions and unknowns to ponder, so I just take the low road and decide to rest until everyone gets up. After a while the house starts to stir and people are milling about. Then I hear the sounds of breakfast being cooked. Again, I muster up the courage to walk out of the room, totally naked, just hoping that I am dressed right. Much to my dismay, I am dressed correctly, but I am the only dressed in the naked costume. Pet would have been naked, but he is cooking bacon, sowell you can see that. Again, like the previous night, everyone is just acting as though it is a bunch of friends at a cottage. Nice and comfortable. Breakfast is complete; bacon, eggs, toast, biscuits, and sausage gravy. Mmmm, great job pet, everything was very good. It is around 11, or is it 10, no one really knows which clock is correct, when breakfast is complete. Afterwards, all the pets work on cleaning up from the meal. Isnt this a great story so far.. Now it is time for Sunday playtime. Mistress Michelle calls me into the play room. Out comes Her bag of toys and She puts on my wrist restraints, then some ankle restraints, and then clips them together with a leather strap. Next She unlocks the cage and removes it from the ring. Of course though this all is some touching and squeezing of the balls. Just want to make sure your awake little pet, she says with a smile as she squeezes the balls. Next she needs to remove the ring from my cage, however there is one small issue. Now I am hard as a rock and the Points from my -2000 are digging in something fierce. Well we cant get this off with you in this state. So Mistress calls for susie to bring a pot of COLD, ICY water. This is then placed on the floor, and I am then instructed to get down on all fours and put my erection in the pot of icy water. Well, now I know first hand how the people on the Titanic felt. DAMN that was COLD! As I recall, I think I heard Mistress say Now hump that pot like a good little boy. How is that erection now dear, she asks. At this point I start laughing and tell her it is harder! How the hell can that be, she says. Losing interest, Mistress then leaves the room to let me and my balls freeze to death. She returns shortly to find a more humble, cold, and hurting (it really starts to just hurt after a while) little pet. Satisfied with the results, she is able to finally remove the points and the ring from the cage. Now, I am instructed to lie down, face first on the floor. Each wrist is pulled behind my back and clipped to my ankle restraint. So now my legs are bent upwards at the knee, and my arms are outstretched backwards behind my back and restrained to the ankles. Then I am left to contemplate my next fate. While I lay restrained on the floor, other activities are going on around me, but I cannot see them as they are behind me. Pet is lying on the floor to my right, but he is not restrained. I guess they trusted that he was not going to go anywhere. I finally determine that basically, I have been parked here in this position so the Mistress Michelle and Mistress Renae can torment others. I know, for example, that Mistress Renae is using her nails to scratch down the length of pets back. In the pictures posted in my profile, you will see the red streaks down his back like rows in a freshly plowed field from where Mistress inflicted her nails on his back. You will also see the from time to time different people would come by and step on, pull, or scratch my exposed cock and balls, but it is behind me so I cannot really be sure who is doing this. Now it is time for a new experience. Mistress Michelle, now unhooks my wrists and ankles from each other and I her them talking about the wax. Now this is another thing that was not really on my wish list, but I had agreed that I would try it out. So they open the box which says Sensual Wax. That the hell is that? Who determined that HOT wax is Sensual? Still lying on my stomach and unable to realy see, I hear them lighting the candles and then I feel the drip, drip of the hot wax. Well I did not really know what to expect, but yes it is HOT. They drip it up and down my back and my butt. Some places it really hurts, others no so much. They start and they stop, they laugh at my reactions, they are having fun! You could feel as the wax hits, it is very hot, but only for a split second. That split second though is enough to make you twitch. Then after they go for a while, I find myself reacting at times from the feel of it hitting me even if it did not burn. It is not hot in that spot, but my mind reacts like it is. The not being able to see when it is coming or exactly where is very intense. With the back covered, they move to pet on my right. Later they may have done susie also. Finally they come back to me and start to get the wax off. That was a special treat, as I was in essence, getting a back rub from Mistress. But this rest is only short lived, as the reason they cleaned my back was so they could do MORE wax. Thank you Mistress. You must have been able to tell how much I enjoyed it (NOT), so you wanted to make sure I got more. You are a most wonderful, wise, and thoughtful Mistress. The wax performance is repeated, with much the same result and reaction from myself. Finally that is over! Wax cleared, it is now on my feet, legs slightly spread, hands on my head. The nipple clamps, my favorite, reappear and are placed in the appropriate spot. Then pet is ordered to kneel down in front of me. Oh, no, where is this going? Mistress then gives pet a ball parachute and instructs him to put it on. It is a leather one that wraps around the ball sac and snaps into place. He works with it for several minutes, but tells me he does not want to catch any skin in the snap. While not being overly excited that another man is fondling my balls, I am relieved to hear that pet has my interest at heart. Finally that is attached and on goes two weights. Now my ball sac is being pulled down and I am to stand there for a while. This is not uncomfortable at all, or at least for the moment. A short while later, I am ordered down on all fours, Mistress Michelles favorite position and I wait. She then grabs several clips and starts to attach them to the area between my anus and my balls. Pictures later reveal that there were 6 clips there and then one more on my cock for good measure. Again, I am left in the position for some time, though not sure how long. She asks if it hurts or not. I tell her surprisingly not. She then says; well wait until I take them off. Well now the fear starts running through me. Like before, the time is up, and the clips are removed. The first one is off, not too bad; then the next and the next. Interestingly enough, there was a very short feeling of pain as the clips were removed. I would not have expected this. But still it was not as bad as some other things. Now I am ordered to lay on the bed. Time to turn up the heat! All the previous was merely just warm ups. I am now blindfolded and then my new steel ring gag that Mistress bought me is installed. Then 2 spreader bars are attached; one to my wrists and one to my ankles. So I am now spread eagle on the bed, blind, gagged, and nipple claps attached. Next Mistress decides that it is time for me to experience the spiked gland ring. So she has pet oil my penis and then slowly works the ring onto my dick. After getting it on partway, a break is required to uhmmmlet things cool down. Finally the ring is installed and someone, I think Mistress Michelle, gets the wrench and starts to screw in the points on the ring. As they start to drive into my penis, I flinch and squirm, but I am not really going very far. After that is fully installed and inspected, I then spend the next hour or so, which is a complete guess as I have no frame of reference on time, being tormented. It consists of being shocked with the rhimba, the multi-tailed whip, the crop on the balls, the nipple clamps pulled off, nipples pinched, and then put back on. I really cant keep up with what is going on, whom is doing it, and or how long I am there. I just know that I am in both heaven and hell. I am now, at the moment, a party toy myself. Then just before, I am let out of this position, Mistress decides it is time for a little humiliation. It is time for me to make up to Jannine. As you know, I was suppose to...wellservice one of her holes the previous night, but was unable to do so. So they place Jannine on top of me and I apologize to her for not being a man last night. Pictures are taken and then she retreats to her room, the master closet. Finally I am up for a break. Now that was just intense. The last event of the early Sunday session was Rhimba Butt Dancing. This sport was discovered while I was all tied up, but simple consists of attaching the 2 Rhimba pads, one to each ass check, then running through the different cycles. When then shock is applied to the buttocks, well fun things happen. The butt might clinch, quiver, shake, jiggle, jump up and down, or any number of combinations. So once I was released from the bed, it was time to see what little pets butt would do? Mistress likes little pets butt. So I stand on the floor at the foot of the bed and bend over the bed. The leads are attached and the games begin. Although I could not see it, I did find this somewhat entertaining myself. There was one setting where by butt checks would clinch together really tight and another one where the checks would be bouncing up and down wildly. I found that one most amusing. I only wish there was a video of that so I could watch. As Mistress finishes with her fun, the games of the morning/afternoon wind down. What a total rush and the night time is still to come!

**whew!** Man little pet, i think you went to your room every night & scribbled "cliff notes " on the days activities . sounds like you are reliving the weekend thru your post . sure is nice to do that from time to time.Glad that the food was consumable at least! No reports of anyone getting sick! whew! that is a relief. i think there is a 5 day grace period of Food sickness! lol Hope all enjoyed the food along w/activities . thanks, disciplinedpet

**An Assignment** I am still putting together the final part of my Party Recap, but felt I needed to make a regular report in my thread. I happened to be traveling recently, and these are times when Mistress sometimes enjoys setting up an online session. However, I wouldn't be settled until very late. So while we were chatting, she tells me that I will need to get up for Her during the night. I am caught completely off guard and perplexed. What does She mean? Is She going to call me, I wonder? But this doesn't quite compute, so I ask Her what She means by it. She simply says, Just follow My instructions. i will send you an email and just stick to them. That ever familiar nervous, butterfly feeling immediately washes over me as I wonder what i am in for. I think I tried asking a few questions that didn't quite make sense, which She side-stepped completely. So now I wait. I finally arrive at my destination, exhausted around 1:30 AM. I quickly fire up the computer and check my email. Yes, there it is—an email from my Mistress. i slowly click it open and start to read: *Are you ready for your instructions?? Don't worry, not too complicated, just enough for you to remember who Owns that little cock of yours!! First...you will make sure you are locked in place, securing Myself with the points!! Next you will sleep tonight plugged. And...most importantly you will sleep cuffed and locked. You will put on the wrist restraints and lock them together so your hands remain bound all night! No excuses....lock them yourself and leave the key somewhere across the room. You will be sleeping nude, just as I have ordered before. This should cause several occurrences during the night where you think of your Mistress and wish i were there to torment you. Also sleep with the blindfold on....and imagine My touch....My nails sliding down your back and across your tight little ass, my scent and the sting of My paddle. You will make sure to follow these instructions little pet and I'll see you in the morning; I'll be all excited to hear about your locked, horny night!!! Mistress Michelle* As i read, I am nervous but getting aroused. But as I finish reading, I think: well that is not too hard. So off I go to get my bag of toys and start working on my orders. I put the wrist restraints on, but realize that I cannot lock them together with the specific lock I have because they will be too close. i can't really even put the lock on, or if I do ever manage it, I probably would never get it off again. So I experiment and finally improvise a solution. I use a short 6-inch chain to connect between the restraints, and luckily, I have two locks with me here. Now I am set. Just to be sure, i reread the instructions a second and third time because i want everything just right. Not really why; if anything is missed, who will know? But my programming kicks in to get it exactly right. So off to bed i go already aroused, feeling the pricks from the points on my cage, nude, plugged, cuffed, and then blindfolded. I fall immediately asleep because I am exhausted from work and the late hour. Later I wake for the first time and again feel the Points of Intrigue poking into me slightly while the plug pressurizes my prostate. Mistress swishes through my mind. At one point i imagine being restrained just like this but hooked to one of Her bed's feet. My thoughts come and go quickly, then I work to get back to sleep. i wake again later, but this time in severe pain. It feels like someone is trying to cut off my cock. I am sure it comes from the points, though I can't pinpoint exactly where as it runs along the length of my cock. A small amount of panic sets in and I begin wondering if something is pinching me somehow. i contemplate getting up and removing the cage and points just to make sure no damage is done; but instead, i wait. I go into a deep concentration trying to will my erection down. It starts to work, but anytime I relax, BANG! it goes hard again and the pain returns intensely. So I focus until finally things calm down. i decide to get up and use the restroom. Feeling along with my cuffed hands, taking small steps. On the way back to bed, I feel around and find the glass of water and take a drink before heading back. What time is it now? No way of knowing. I am tempted to raise the blindfold and look but don't; that would break the rules. Back to sleep i go and later awaken with intense pain once more repeating the above process. In all, maybe six to eight times in total I woke up, two of those being hard experiences. Each time thinking of Mistress, most of it was good though a few times were questioning myself as to why I would do this. Staying configured as instructed until the alarm went off at 10 am. Wow what an experience! Mistress was correct; i did think about her during the night waking and reflecting all while She slept soundly alongside Her pet, my little pet being hundreds of miles away in agony thinking of her. After waking I went online chatted briefly with Mistress who seemed pleased with the outcome. A sneaking suspicion tells me this may become a more normal sleeping configuration when traveling for me. Time will tell.

**Party Recap - Sunday Night** After staying up late and going through so much earlier in the day, I actually decided to slip away into my room and rest. I was both mentally and physically tired. After a nice nap, I awoke to the sound of an active kitchen. Pet was again hard at work in the kitchen working on dinner. Like breakfast, dinner was excellent and filling. Once dinner was complete, all the worker-bees went about cleaning the table and washing the dishes, while the Mistress’s relaxed. When the kitchen was clean everyone joined in and had some nice relaxing down time. As the sun set and darkness fell, things slowly started to get back into action. Mistress Renae and her dominique disappeared into the playroom and were in there for quite some time. Mistress Michelle seemed to know the plan, but all others were left in the dark. The only thing we were told was that dominique needed to get into the right frame of mind. At this point the wine was opened and Mistress had a glass. Time was dragging by and some were getting restless; anticipation at work. Susie served some crackers and cheese and I fixed a mixed drink to relax. Mistress was sitting in a nice leather chair and I sat on the ottoman facing her. She had her legs outstretched to either side of me. I started giving Mistress a nice gentle leg massage. At some point, pet sat next to her and was giving Mistress Renae a massage. She had emerged from the play room, although dominique was still in there. As I massaged Mistress’s leg, I could feel the stress released. She sunk lower in the chair and become more and more relaxed. While I enjoyed this thoroughly, it was a little strange since her pet was right next to us, but he was also doing the same to Mistress Renae. Somehow conversation turns towards my recent shopping trips and all the panties that I have purchased. Mistress decides that I should give a fashion show. I go to my room and model each pair of panties that I have purchased. The last one I have on is one with garters and some hosiery. Both Mistress’s seem amused. Then, out of the blue, and probably a little bored, Mistress Michelle asks Susie to get her paddle and it is time for some whippin’s. Mistress Michelle loves whippin’s. Susie gets hers first, and then she wants me over her lap and I get mine. Satisfied, Mistress put the paddle down and returns to the chair, her wine, and massage. Then focus shifts to Susie. Mistress had purchased this nice big mop and with a nice BIG and ROUND mop handle for Susie to mop the floor with….with the mop stuck in her ass. So Susie diligently retrieves the mop, put the head on it and then puts a condom on the other end. Down on her knees with the mop against the bar, Susie ‘grabs’ the mop. Susie now is on all fours, with a mop stuck in her ass, dressed in her nice maid dress mopping the floor. This is a KODAK moment (see profile). So out come the cameras and I take a few with my camera both from behind and the front. As I move to position myself for just that perfect angle, I am moving between chairs and then kick something. Oh, NO, it is a glass of red wine. Over it goes, glass breaks, and wine is everywhere. I look down and I see wine all over my nice new thigh high hose. I quickly go to wash them out, pet cleans the glass from the floor, and we laugh….susie, we need the mop. Susie was so cute. Finally Mistress Renae got up and went back into the play room. Shortly thereafter, Mistress Michelle got up and went in there as well. This left pet and little pet there to wonder, what the heck was going on. Then Mistress Michelle called pet to the play room. Now it is Susie and me, left to contemplate the future. Many things will run through your mind at a time like this and time went at a snails pace. After a while Mistress returns and I resume the leg massage, which then turned slowly into a full body massage. Sensing her response to my motions, I continued in an order to maximize her pleasure. Some time passes and pet emerges from the play room. Pet sits next to his Mistress Michelle and they start talking and I am intently listening. However, they are talking in some generalities and I have no clue what they are talking about. I try to follow, but can’t quite piece it together. I get up briefly and then return. Mistress Michelle then stands up and grabs my leash and yanks me towards her. She now has a serious look on her face. I am somewhat startled. She pulls me close to her and then pulls hard down on the leash so my head is now resting between her shoulder and her bosom. She then starts whispering into my each. It is quiet, but it is also very authoritative. It is like she is scolding me but in a whispering tone. I am still disoriented as I have never seen this side of Mistress. She says, “You’re going to be a good little pet aren’t you? You’re going to do as your told aren’t you little pet? You are going to please your Mistress and make me happy. And if I allow you to come, you won’t become a lazy sub will you.” No, I reply, but then she yanks on the leash, pulling me very close to her and putting a lot of tension on my collar. She repeats “You will not be lazy will you? And you will rebound for me, won’t you little pet.” And so it continues and about all I can muster is a No Mistress or a Yes Mistress. My mind is completely confused and disoriented. I know something is about to happen and probably back in the play room where dominique is located, in her right frame of mind, where pet just emerged and where Mistress Renae has been for the past several hours. Will Mistress Michelle be there, or will I be left in the hands of Mistress Renae? As my heart is pounding, Mistress Renae emerges from the play room and has a few words with Mistress Michelle. I know they are talking about me, but again it is in general terms and I do not know the context; both Mistress’s seem to know the context, but not me. Mistress Michelle then releases the tension on the on my leash and hands it to Mistress Renae and she leads towards a bathroom on the other side of the house. I suddenly feel very venerable. I am no longer under the protection of my Mistress Michelle. I am now in the hands of another mistress, one in which I have no relationship with. Does she know my limits, I wonder. What is she going to do? I promised Mistress Michelle I would do whatever I was asked, but it never occurred to me it would be at the hands of Mistress Renae. Oh, how I long to have that leash given back to Mistress Michelle, but that is not going to happen. We enter the bathroom and the door is shut behind. Mistress Renae is being gentle and comforting to me. She asks me if I know what is going on, to which I reply that I do not. During this time, she has a warm damp wash cloth and is slowly giving me a damp sponge type bath. She continues to talk with me as she works. She asks me if I have ever had my cock sucked by a man. Again, I tell I have not. She tells me that I will be dominique’s second one; pet was the first. Again the feelings are all over the place. Complete, she opens the door and leads me back across the room by my leash. As Mistress Renae passes by where mistress Michelle they seem to make eye contact and smile. They know what is about to happen. As we near the play room, on goes the blind fold. We enter the room and I am directed to sit on the bed and then lay back. I think dominique is to my right on the bed. Then Mistress Renae starts talking to and commanding dominique. She is to rub my cock. Some lube is applied and then she starts rubbing. Initially, I am nervous and realizing that a man, dressed in a pink frilly dress is rubbing my cock. The nerves initially prevent any thing from happening, but dominique continues stroking my cock. Mistress Renae continues to coach her. At some point, mistress Michelle enters the room and sits on the bed so that she is hear my head. She holds me and comforts me and coaches me as this unfolds. Mistress Renae then instructs me that I am NOT to come and that I need to tell her when I am near. Finally the intensity of the situation culminates and I am about to come and tell Mistress. dominique is instructed to stop immediately and then squeeze the base of my cock. A few moments pass and the pending orgasm is abated. Then Mistress Renae tells dominique to start sucking my cock. I can’t believe this is happening. While this was a secret fantasy that I shared with my Mistress, I can’t really believe I find myself in this place. And just like when dominique started stroking my cock, I do not initially get into it. But it all continues, and I start to slowly recover. But I am not getting anywhere near erect like I was a few minutes earlier. The sucking continues; Mistress Renae is coaching dominique, Mistress Michelle is talking to me, the senses are running wild. Mentally I am really trying to focus so that I can get back to the high arousal state. Switching between stroking and sucking, I slowly, ever so slowly start to get aroused. I get about 80% there, but still can’t quite get there. Then, almost out of instinct, I grab dominique’s head like one might do anytime they are getting a blow job. I help guide her just right, I start thrusting and at one point I jammed my cock way into her mouth and cause her to gag. Oh, no, now I fall backwards a little more. Mistress is still urging me along and also telling me that I NEED TO DO AS SHE WANTS. So there is now the order, the guilt, and I try even harder. Then I hear Mistress Michelle tell pet to get on the bed. I am not sure how long he has been there. He then straddles my head and I am instructed to suck his cock. Now I have dominique sucking my cock, and I am sucking on pets. The stimulation, both mental and physical is increasing. I am starting to get aroused. Then Mistress Michelle spanks pet’s ass as he is humping my mouth. This sends me into a mental climax. She does this about three or four times, after which I finally climax. It was a huge, mind blowing orgasm. I felt like I came for a minute. dominique was overloaded. Mistress Renae tells her to clean it up. Then Mistress Michelle tells pet to get the rest. I am now very stiff and rigid and as time passes, I finally relax. Mistress Michelle holds my head and gives me some kind words. I am left to recover. Now that the last event has finished and everyone has recovered Mistress Michelle needs her pets clean. So she sends pet and little pet to the shower….together. And just so you get the proper picture, the shower is one of those small unit type that is barely big enough for one person, so with two it is really cozy. With a smile, Mistress tells us to shower and that we are to wash each other, from head to toe and back. So in we go. We almost have to hug each other just to get in the shower. Pet goes first and it is not too weird until, he gets to the private area. Once he completes me, I start on him. Again, it is not too bad, until I get to the mid section. So stalling, I briefly skip to the legs, but then get back to the cock, balls, and ass. Once complete, we both get out of the shower and share one towel to dry. Mistress soon appears and is carrying a box. She opens it and then I notice it is an enema. I must be getting prepared for the next act. I bend over the tub and she inserts it into my anus and fills me up. Then she says I may sit on the toilet, but may NOT do anything until she says. And with that she leaves and mingles in the living room, while I am left sitting there thinking this is not bad and wondering about my next fate. But after about 5 minutes or so, the urge to release quickly comes over me. I focus and hold it for the time being; however it is really getting bad. So I finally stand figuring that will make it easier to hold it. Getting desperate, I call out for Mistress several times. Finally she appears with that big smile on her face. She holds out for a few moments, but then says I can go. I quickly sit back down and release the enema. She is sitting on the bed and we can see each other. All the while we talk. While that normally might have been awkward, my needs trumped that feeling. Once I fully recover, she tells me to shower again and make sure I am nice and clean. Once I am done, I report to Mistress. Mistress enters the room has me stand at the foot of the bed and then I am bent over onto the bed, with my legs spread apart. Mistress then has pet get her feeldo, which is what she uses instead of a strapon dildo. She then lubes my ass and starts to insert it into my ass. While I have done a little ass playing prior to the party, I am a virgin. Mistress is very gentle, but my breath is still taken away as this starts. She slowly pushes and I try to take it, but the going is slow. Finally, it slips all the way in. I can’t believe I am standing here being fucked in the ass. Slowly she starts to push in and out. I adjust and start to push into it as she goes. I don’t know how long it goes, but all I know is that I am breathing really hard. As she continues, I start to get a weird sensation you get when your prostate is massaged. She then instructs pet to get down on his knees and lick my balls. Mistress gets a nice rhythm going, pet is licking my balls, and I am breathing very hard. Finally she stops am I just collapse on the bed. However, as she pulls out, I hear her tell pet to get up and he is to now fuck me in the ass. Before I can even comprehend what is about to happen, pet pushes and in pops his cock into my ass. It is a much different feeling. He then pumps for some time. Again, I get up on my toes, and point my ass up and push back. And just at that point, Mistress Renae pops into the room. While pet continues to work, the magic in the air is let out. The whole experience is way too intense. Spent, pet finally stops and just leaves his cock in my ass and waits for permission to pull out. As we relax and clean the toys, Mistress is talking about the weekend. It is almost over. I look around and notice the humbler on the floor. I ask her if I can try that out. Perplexed that I would ask for such, Mistress eager complies. She has pet install the device on me and I am left to squirm around on the floor, while Mistress and pet start to gather up the toys from the weekend. Once Mistress had pet working, she grabbed her paddle and started to get after my ass which was now so conveniently exposed and displayed. Swat after swat she goes. With my ass now nice and red, she goes for the crop. She gives me a couple of swats on the ass and then suddenly sees a new target. She sees my feet and then starts to work them over with the crop. Like the paddle, it really hurts, but I crave to have her do more. Several quick and repeated strokes on one foot, and then the other, and back again. Now my feet are on fire. She rests for a minute, but then decides that was so much fun, that she goes at it again. Suddenly, a thwack of the crop across the foot and the leather flap on the end of the crop snaps off. Mistress broke the crop on my foot. She initially laughs, but then is a little perturbed that I broke her crop. Finally I am let out of the humbler and I gather my things and leave the room. The night is almost over and I am no longer a virgin! As the night comes to an end, everyone is gathering in the common area engaged in idle talk. I ask Mistress if she needs anything and she says she does not. I then head to my room to retire for the night and dream about the party that was. I then ask Mistress if she wants me locked tonight. Somewhat in a distracted response, she says no. A little confused and disappointed by that response, I head to bed. A few minutes later, Susie enters the room and tells me that Mistress has decided I should be locked. Now confused by the change, I gladly work to put the cage on. It takes a little while since I am partially aroused due to all the thoughts and stimulation of the night. Finally locked, I lay down to sleep. It is jus Just past midnight. The celebration is over and what was once a dream has become real. Some things exceeded my expectations, others turned out differently than I'd guessed, while some remain part of the fantasy. As I drift toward sleep, I can't help but smile….. Suddenly, something wakes me up. My pet comes into the room to tell me that Mistress Michelle wants me in her quarters and asks for my key. Still groggy from slumber, I look around unsure if it's real or a dream again. But seeing him standing there confirms it is true. I get out of bed and follow him toward their suite. The door closes behind us as the recap of our night comes to an end….

Well done My little pet....its been a week now, seems in a way like yesterday and in another sense like it was a very long time ago. At least now when I want to remember I can come back and read it!! For all of you reading this post about the party I would like to explain a few things to you. Although some of you may or may not be 'into' some of the activities at the party you must realize that this party was designed to allow everyone in attendance an opportunity to explore thier own fantasys, things they would never be able to experience in any other setting. It allowed a safe enviroment for real time play. Each person in attendance had expressed to Me thier perticular fantasys, some were fullfilled, some not. We tried to make sure everyone experienced all they wanted in a short amount of time. Not everyone would wish the same fantasys,everyone is different, this post that My little pet has so graciously written is a recap of fantasys that were completed. Please keep in mind....had you been there, you would have experienced only what you wished to experience. Nothing was done against anyones will, well, except the hot wax on My little pet, but he loved it anyway!! LOL I just wanted to make sure you all understand, this was a wonderful experience for everyone, we all had a wonderful time and have a special bond now of a super real time experience. Thank you so much to all that attended, My wonderful husband, My little pet, My sissy susie, Mistress Renee(You are a treasure!) dominique you pretty thing, and ricki and Robin for spending the day with us on Saturday! Some day we may repeat this, hopefully more will wish to attend... who knows, but in the meantime.....we all have some wonderful Memories!!!!! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

Dollyanne read this account with great interest, pt. What a wonderful detailed description you give! It's almost like being there. What a rush it must have been to have your fantasies fulfilled in such an exciting way. Thank you sooo much for letting us in and being so honest with your feelings. And thanks also to Mistress Michelle for having such a terrific party and for allowing the stories and pictures to be shared with us. That was a special event that could probably only be chronicled on a site like this one run by someone as open and honest as Mistress Watchful! Huggs & Curtsey,:animal0008: dollyanne

Little pet, Wonderful, sexy description of the events of the weekend! Thank you so much for sharing. As I read your account, I could picture how you felt and could easily imagine myself in a similar situation. My sissy clitty tries to get hard in it’s cage just thinking about that. Even though, as Mistress Michelle points out, that you may have discussed fantasies such as these with her before the weekend, there is quite a difference between a fantasy in the mind and a situation such as this, where you have very little control over events and the experiences are real. Mistress Michelle, Thank You soooo much for arranging an event such as this and encouraging everyone to come out of their shell and live out their fantasies a bit in a safe environment such as this!!

little pet, your account of what happened on your weekend party was nothing short of spellbinding. It was so real, so mesmerizing i couldn't stop reading for a second. i wanted to thank you for your candid and well written documentation of the time mistress Michelle and Mistress Renae spent with you and the other submissives. Mistress Michelle, thank You for Your note on the reasons behind what was done to each submissive while at Your home. You are a wise and thoughtful Mistress to take the time and energy to not only determine what each fantasy was, but to administer them in such a fashion. humbly, guidoboy

**What a Night** First off, thank you to all of you who have taken the time to read my party posts. i do appreciate your kind words to me and especially to the thanks directed to Mistress Michelle. Without her work, none of this would have been possible. Again, i was off on travels which allowed me some private time on line with Mistress Michelle. We had talked about this time for a day or so leading up to it so naturally, i was a little nervous again. She had told me that She had a surprise for me. i wonder what that could be. She had also instructed be to bring all my things with me, and when i left for work i was to be locked, plugged, and wearing panties w/garter and hose. Then time permitting, i was to go purchase a chain. With all things done, i head to work, stop by the store on the way and purchase the chain. While at the store though, i had a severe case of the dropping hose and panties. i had to walk quite a bit and as i did, the thigh high hose slowly slid down my leg, bringing with it the panties. i kept trying to hike them back up, but that is hard to do in a discrete manner. So eventually, i let gravity take its toll. It really felt weird, but i am sure no one could notice through my clothes. i did realize at that point, that these garments and NOT made for everyday wear, but for those sensual moments. With purchase in had, i finished the short trip to work at which i quickly disappear into the bathroom to fix my situation. i have to admit, that it did look rather hilarious. Now fixed, i go about my day thinking about the evening meeting with Mistress. i finally get to my room around 8 pm and get settled in and then get online. At about 8:30, Mistress and i find each other on the electronic highway. i have my camera hooked up and i am dressed only in my panties and hose. We chat for a little bit and then some how i make the comment that i wished i could see Her as She can see me. Then She says, “Well maybe you can.” Pop, up comes a web cam request from Mistress. i quickly accept the request and there is Her smiling face. i was so surprised and it lifted my spirits somewhat. We continue chatting and i learn that one of her other long distant subs had sent that to Her. Thanks cks. When i learned that, i was a little disappointed that i hadn’t thought of that idea. Dang, now i have to work harder to climb back up the ladder. We then commenced to chat for quite sometime. It was just nice and relaxing. Then Mistress decided that it was time to work; on with the clothes pin on the nipples. Oh how i hate those things. She then makes the comment, that it is amazing what men hundreds of miles away will do for their Mistress. i am never quite sure how to take that comment, but usually I initially take it poorly; kind of like a slap in the face, but then i just move on. We are just having some innocent fun. Then on with the collar, leash, and wrist restraints, which are then locked together. Now we continue chatting some more. Since my hands are together now, i have to work harder and much slower to type, but i can get the job done. Later She decides i need to remove the cage, but leave the Ring and Points (Medium) on. This is of course followed by a nice long denial session where i am stroking my cock to the edge only. Mistress is typing a lot of erotic imagery and i am getting rock hard, which by the way feels GOOD and HURTS LIKE HELL because of the points. The hurt would always stop my stroking way before i was about to go over the edge though, so i guess they work as designed. Finally we stop and She notices the pins are still on my nipples. Yank them off she says. i am very opposed to this strategy and let her know this. However, She wins in the end and i finally pull them off and it hurts just like always….ALOT. After i recover, we go back to chatting. We later repeated both the nipple routine and the denial routine. Then as it neared 11, i get my instructions that i will again sleep caged, plugged, wrists locked together, and blindfolded. She also adds that my wrist chain will also be attached to the CB cage thereby keeping my hands down with little movement. i am also to attach the chain to the bed and lock that to my wrists. So we sign off and i commence getting ready for bed. Most of it is not hard, but i realize that getting the blindfold on with my hands locked down, will be a challenge. So i change the order of how i do everything and finally get all the items done. Now i am laying on my back, hand basically cupped around my groin, as this is the only place they can go, with another chain running from the foot of the bed locked onto my wrists. At first it is OK, but i quickly realize that sleeping anyway but on my back will be nearly impossible. i also find, pulling the covers over me and moving pillows is a challenge. i have to lean and use my mouth, but after 10 minutes or so i get settled. There, not bad, i think; again, short lived, as i get an itch on my nose. i try to ignore it, which only seems to make it worse. Then i lean forward all the way and i am barely able to rub it with my hand. Back down i go trying to keep the covers from falling off. This repeats itself several times which frustrates me. i work to try and relax, but i normally do not sleep in this position, so i find it difficult. i am becoming increasingly frustrated. i need to sleep. So i try to relax, but to no avail. As the walls suddenly close in on me, i decide that i will have to undo the wrist chain from the cage so I can move my hands. i just can’t do it. So now, in an ever increasing level of fear and urgency, i get up and make my way to the table where the key was left. The chain is just long enough for me to get there. Keep in mind, the room is dark, I’m blindfolded, and my hands are bound to my cage with little range of motion. i find the key with little issue, but as i try to get the key into the lock, i realize that is not working. As my heartbeat now increases, i decide i need to move back to the bed and sit down. i should be able to unlock that way. Is my worst fear about to be realized! Will i be all locked up, chained up, alone, and in a strange place? So i back towards the bed, but i seem to be going too far. At that same point, relief, i have run into something. But that relief is short lived as i realize that i am against a wall, not the bed. Where the hell did the bed go? My stress level shoots through the roof. Now i am scared and lost. Never mind the fact that all i have to do is pull on the chain and slowly make my way to the bed; the other end is hooked there. i am under a sudden panic attack and that small fact escapes me. i move down the wall, one way and then the other….nothing. i am so confused; i don’t know where i am. i can’t reach my blindfold or i would wave the white flag and do that. i then move back away from the small comfort of the wall into the open space. But which way do I turn? i am totally disoriented and i have no clue. i pick a direction and to my relief I find the bed. Now i urgently try to find the correct lock and to insert the key into that lock. SHIT; as i fidget, i now drop the key. How can this be happening i think? The walls in my mind have almost completely collapsed on me; yet i find the strength and presence of mind to kneel down on the floor and feel around for the key. After a few moments i find the key and finally unlock the proper lock and free my wrist chain via release. i now immediately go to my head and take off the blind fold and allow myself to get my bearings. My head and body, i notice, i totally sweat soaked. i take a moment to recover and release the stress. i look at the clock and i had spent an hour and fifteen minutes in that state of mind. Once i am calmed down, i get my blindfold back on and get everything situated and then head back to bed, minus the wrist chain attached to my cage. i really hope Mistress will not be mad or disappointed. The remainder of the night goes by without any other abnormal issues. i woke a few times as normal when my mind raced into a space that caused me to get aroused and thereby put the points from my cage in play. Despite my bout with the fear monster, the night was enjoyable and definitely memorable.

Sometimes I would love to be a fly on the wall!!! Since spending the weekend with you I can just see this happening...I can see your panic and the way you react. PRICELESS But...I am a careing Mistress so....Next time we will attach the chain to the collar instead of the cage. LMAO Poor little pet, stumbling around in the dark! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

Just would like to add to the post abit. First god bless Mistress Michelle Mistress Renae pet lil pet and dominique what a wonderful experience for me its something i have dreamed of for such a long time even though my lifes abit of a mess right now what a wondeful change of pace thanks so very much Mistress Michelle and pet deep curtsey and big huge hugs to all

**November 19, 2008 - Sadness** Sadness, that is what i am feeling. i have been away from my New Life in Submission and now i find myself very disoriented, confused, and sad. i have read many posts on this site where couples struggle with applying chastity while juggling all of lifes day to day events. i guess i can now identify with those people. As most of you know, i am only able to play with chastity long distance since i cannot get it accepted within my own relationship. Despite that hurdle, the last few months have been very enjoyable, intense, and fulfilling, thanks to Mistress Michelle. But last week, everything came to a screeching halt. i had occasion to have numerous family members visiting over the past week. So this obviously that eliminated any contact between myself and Mistress. It also prevented me from using my -2000 CB. Going into that week, i thought, No big deal. i will miss my chats with Mistress, but it will be no big deal. Boy was i wrong. As the week went by, i found myself craving the need to be locked and those chats with Mistress. The day before yesterday, i was finally able to chat with Mistress. While it was a relief, i found myself not wanting or at least not knowing if i wanted to be locked. i experienced a whole range of emotions through that time and i contemplated my situation from afar. It made me realize that i really wanted to have a keyholder; but i realized that will never truly happen. So i became very sad about that. As i talked with Mistress, She sensed my confusion and has tried to help pick me up. i told her i would be OK and i would recover and get back to on track. Today i find myself back in my -2000 and it gives me some comfort, but i still am not totally feeling the connection. i am sure that it will return. As i reflect on this past week, it has made me understand what couples go through when life events step in to break the routine. i think chastity does several things. For me, i think it has made me more emotional or more emotionally connected to my proxy keyholder. i would assume this would be true in a normal relationship. So when there is a break like this, the emotion and the affect is much greater than without chastity. i think that then sets up a situation whereby both the keyholder and the sub have to be committed to getting back to the space they were in and it will take some work to overcome the initial feelings. my expectation is that once over that hurdle, things will start to fall back into place. At least i hope that is the case, because right now i find myself still a little blue and longing for that connection with Mistress. In a strange sort of way, that feeling gave me a sense of purpose and i would assume for a normal couple that lives together that feeling would be even greater.

**A small glimmer of hope** A glimmer of hope is spotted. i know my post yesterday was somewhat of a down moment. i typically dont have them often, but when i do they are pretty intense. So i apologize to all for making my pity party public yesterday. While i am still struggling somewhat with a range of emotions, i am feeling better and i still long to get back to the submissive space that i was in at the beginning of the month. i was able to share with Mistress last night all the sources of my demise. That in itself was helpful. i was able to sleep locked again last night. i know for me that will bring me back to where i need quicker that anything else. During the night around 3 am or so, i woke to the pains from the Points in my -2000. The sad part is, i had the small ones in and that woke me. The other sad part is that when i woke, i found myself more mad that it was happening than i did think of Mistress. But that is a direct result of not being totally focused. The glimmer of hope that i spoke of was that as i awakened this morning, i found myself having thoughts of being submissive and of being at Mistresss feet getting the pleasure, and pain, of her paddle. While those thoughts only lasted for a few moments, it did give me hope that i can get back to where i was. i know it took a while before, but i was hoping it would be quicker this time.

I think (not an expert here) that you are experiencing your first realization of what some could call sub-space. While it is not the full-on intense emotion, it is none the less part of the phases. This connection comes and goes for me as well. For me it is even a greater struggle sometimes because my career requires me to be very assertive almost more than I am able at times. Then to have that need to give up full control on the other side of the spectrum, well it is mind boggling to say the least. I understand what you are going through. I wish I had some advice to say do abc and xyz will happen. But truthfully if I had that kind of insight I would be well on my way to retirement. LOL Hang in there and know that each of us goes through this on some level. Especially as you have now found a wonderful Mistress, your service to her will continue to grow. This is why being a Mistress or Master (as I once was) has such an enormous responsibility. There is a lot of emotional attachment that can take place. While I am certain you are in great hands know that you should also try to keep your own identity/space until you can freely give up all of yourself. This will help keep you from getting too confused, notice I did not say confused just too confused. When I am in chastity it actually keeps me more focused when I am away from my Goddess/Wife. It is when I am with her that it becomes hard for me as then my emotions tend to lean in the direction yours are taking (only mine are for my wife not Mistress Michelle LOL) Hope that makes sense.

Very nice response xcitex2....I always enjoy your expertise, even when its not My post! My little pet is feeling low but he will come around, he misses his Mistress! And, I can understand that, we had a very intense weekend followed by back to the real world emotions, and because we do not live close to each other it makes it worse. But, never fear little pet, we will all be together again, sooner than later I hope. Until then...remember what you've been taught and what you have to look forward to..... Mistress Michelle:sex020:

Thank you Mistress. I am no expert by any means just am lucky enough to have some real world experience to go on.

> pt300800 said: > A glimmer of hope is spotted. i know my post yesterday was somewhat of a down moment. i typically dont have them often, but when i do they are pretty intense. So i apologize to all for making my pity party public yesterday. While i am still struggling somewhat with a range of emotions, i am feeling better and i still long to get back to the submissive space that i was in at the beginning of the month. i was able to share with Mistress last night all the sources of my demise. That in itself was helpful. > i was able to sleep locked again last night. i know for me that will bring me back to where i need quicker that anything else. During the night around 3 am or so, i woke to the pains from the Points in my -2000. The sad part is, i had the small ones in and that woke me. The other sad part is that when i woke, i found myself more mad that it was happening than i did think of Mistress. But that is a direct result of not being totally focused. The glimmer of hope that i spoke of was that as i awakened this morning, i found myself having thoughts of being submissive and of being at Mistresss feet getting the pleasure, and pain, of her paddle. While those thoughts only lasted for a few moments, it did give me hope that i can get back to where i was. i know it took a while before, but i was hoping it would be quicker this time. > Click to expand... No need to apologize, pt. We all have our ups and downs and this is a safe site where both can be expressed. Your writing is from the heart and your honesty is appreciated. You may have experienced an endorphin high followed by a reduction, in which case you got withdrawal symptoms just like coming off a drug. Another good paddling by Mistress Michelle will bring you back and over time you will probably find yourself better able to cope with that withdrawal, if indeed that's what it was. Huggs,:animal0008: dollyanne

> pt300800 said: > During the night around 3 am or so, i woke to the pains from the Points in my -2000. > Click to expand... Dollyanne read somewhere that these points could cause serious injury (it was probably on the chastitylifestyle site) and should be avoided. Dolly does not know how true that is, since mileage varies, but thought she should mention it so you and your Mistress Michelle can be on the alert just in case. Dolly plans to forego them initially to see what happens and maybe add them later. It's encouraging that you like the 2000, though, as that is what dolly is currently leaning toward also (pink of course!). Dolly is looking forward to hearing more about your experiences, pt! Huggs,:animal0008: dollyanne

Points are fun dollyanne....and you would know that if you would hop to it and buy that pretty pink 2000 that you have been dreaming of. Besides....My little pet needs to be reminded of his Mistress and poi's are the most fascinating way to do that!! LOL Mistress Michelle:sex020:

Hmmmm...(to quote the beautiful Mistress Michelle), I like my points, BUT I think a different adjective other than fun might be in order. They do remind me of Mistress thats for sure. And when I get aroused and I tell her they hurt....she says, "Well that is what they are designed for silly!" *with a laugh of course* So the good thing about POI is that they come in three sizes, so you should be able to find that right combination to provide the needed reminder without them actually hurting you. For example, for me the large POI are basically out of the question, as I do think those could/would do some damage, but the medium seem to work pretty well. When I first tried them, the smallest were even hard for me. But I worked up the courage to go to the medium size and figured there was no way I could make it a whole day with them. While it was difficult, I found that with the right level of concentration, it was very possible; and that concentration is one of the desired affects.

**....not** Hello to all. I am so sorry to have suddenly disappeared, without a trace and without explanation. I also truly apologize to Mistress Michelle as I almost completely disappeared from her as well, although there were a few traces in that case. So I guess in the grand scheme of things, I simply gave everybody a break from having to keep up with my daily musings and that might not be all bad. So here I am in *My New Life in Submission*.NOT. It has been so long, I almost feel like I need to start all over with my introduction and then go from there. But I will spare you from that. I will tell you that many things have concurrently conspired against me and for the most part have pushed me back to the sidelines only wishing that I could be locked and submitting. From all my reading at this wonderful site, I have learned that it is difficult enough to keep this lifestyle going when you live with your partner; however, it is much more difficult when you live with an unaccepting partner and try to submit via a long distant relationship. For me I have been lucky in the regard that Mistress Michelle accepted me and my situation and has worked with me for several months. I am very grateful for that. However, the down side of that is that sometimes circumstances prevent the needed touch points with your remote partner and thereby it kills that wonderful edge that comes with being locked. I think I have said this before, being locked without a purpose really does nothing. So while I do not totally expect to have any semblance of order until after the first of the year, I do hope to get back on a more normal schedule and back into *My New (again) Life in Submission*. Happy Birthday Mistress!

hey pt no nead to appologize to us any way. Mistress might have some making up for you to do.:sex020: Anyway thanks for checking back in and keep us posted on your progress. I won't pretend to know what it is like to have a partner who is not supportive but I have an ex who was of pretty much everything so I can relate!

We all understand how stressful it can get sometimes, especially over long distances. No need to apologise, we're just glad to have you back and blogging!:xmas-tree-070:

**Little Pet Returns** OK, so little pet has returned. The funny thing is that, like before my first appearance, I lurked around for a little bit before jumping in. So it has been 2 months since I last posted here and much had gone on, not the least of which were the tragic events in PA with pet and Mistress Michelle. I am so glad that they are home again and both are working hard on pet's full recovery. I wish them both well. During my lurking period, I had the opportunity to read alot on this wonderful site. Thanks MW and all your new moderators. I wanted to mention one member specifically Mikecb who I had the opprotunity to read his stories. Very Good Mike. That lead me to read his journal which I can totally identify with. Having a growing desire in chastity, but also having an unwilling wife. Enter Mistress Michelle who has been gracious enough to give me an outlet. Over the last few weeks, I have been able to talk with MM and her pet. And while I know it has been helpful for them, it has also been very theraputic for me. Well, I hope to resume posting going forward as I try to rediscover some of my submissive ways. Take Care all.

> pt300800 said: > I wanted to mention one member specifically Mikecb who I had the opprotunity to read his stories. Very Good Mike. That lead me to read his journal which I can totally identify with. Having a growing desire in chastity, but also having an unwilling wife. Enter Mistress Michelle who has been gracious enough to give me an outlet. Over the last few weeks, I have been able to talk with MM and her pet. And while I know it has been helpful for them, it has also been very theraputic for me.. > Click to expand... Aww, shucks. *blush* Well, I'm glad my experiences have connected with you a bit. It's always nice to know you're not the only one in a given situation, so it's also nice for ME to hear from YOU about it. Best of luck! mikecb

Great to see you back again little pet...:character0093: It's good to know you keep up with us, even if you are back in lurkville.

**Future Attitude Adjustment.....** Ok, so I finally did resurface, sort of, but as most of you know I am in more of a fantasy life of submission than a real one. Truth be told, the only outlet I have is through this website and via Mistress Michelle. So while Mistress Michelle and pet are navigating the path to recovery, I am more or less left to create my own submissive environment. But having said that I am happy to report that I am coming back around to getting into a rhythm; I am locking myself for periods of a week at a time, and I am able to talk with Mistress and pet a few times a week. Additionally, I am planning an attitude adjustment visit to Mistress Michelles place in 2 weeks. I am eagerly and nervously looking forward to that visit. I am eager in the sense that it will be a boot camp of sorts to drive me more back to a submissive attitude which I crave. I am nervous in the sense that I will fall into the Be Careful What you Ask For trap. We have talked quite a bit and while I have a few limits that we have agreed to, there will be no mercy given other than those limits. I asked for it that way and MM has agreed to go that way. As with the party in November, I hope to return a detailed description of this time under the hand of MM.

Woo hoo! Sounds wonderful. I certainly know how you feel. My wife is not into D/s or BDSM, though she tolerates my interest. My last "Spa Day" with a Pro Domme was last July. I need to find a way to make my spa days more frequent. My wife goes to the spa every month. Why shouldn't I?!?;-p Best of luck and enjoy! mikecb

Well I just got home from a several day trip and I am starting to get my mind around my upcoming visit to Mistress Michelle. I was able to chat with her while out on my trip and she is really looking forward to the encounter. While I look ahead to my visit, it is interesting that my thoughts are somewhat thinking of tom and his visit today with MM. I hope he posts a recap soon and maybe it will give me some insight to how my visit will go. While at this point, only slightly nervous, I do find myself thinking back on all the things I have shared with MM. I am thinking that there are some things that I wished I had kept to myself. Would she really do this or that, I wonder? Well I will be there 3 days, totaly at her disopal. A lot can or could happen over that time frame......

**Upcoming Event** So here I am a little more than a week before my 'Attitude Adjustment' visit with Mistress Michelle. I know that Tom/ginger visited with MM yesterday, but mum seems to be the word on the visit. Additionally, mum seems to be the word on details of my upcoming visit. I now know that tom, susie Q, and pet all know of some of the things that await me, but all have been instructed to remain silent. There might be others in the know like cks, but all are being good and obeying MM request to withhold details. So this all gives me a small pit in my stomach as I ponder what lies ahead. A little background might be in order for all so you know how we or I got to this point. I met MM online last summer and over the course of that time we chatted quite a bit and got to know each other fairly well. I was then honored with an invitation to MM's Novemeber party which I gladly attended. Since I was on a business trip, I missed the first day of the party, but did get there for the last day and a half. It was quite an experience, but I think there was some unfinished business. We remained somewhat chatty until Thanksgiving when family schedules and the like took center stage and thus we were not able to communicate nearly as much. Then the dreaded events of December occured which dramatically changed the lives of MM and her pet. Once they got back home, I initiated contact and I have been able to get caught up with both MM and pet and communicate with them each week. In early January I took a business trip for 4 days to Mexico. A grand time was had....maybe too grand of a time. On the last day there, I ended partaking of too much alcohol and then commensed to 'act the fool'. Only by good fortunes, luck, and the help of a fellow employee, I survived the night without ending up in the hosptial or a Mexican jail. However, it was close on both accounts. After getting back I started to realize how stpuid I was and how lucky I was to have gotten out of that situation without and drastic trouble, issues, or consequences. At some point, my fantasy mind started to work, much like Mikecb's in some of his stories, and I keep dreaming of different things that my Mistress should do in response to my actions. I keep thinking about writing up 'A Punishment Decree' that my Mistress might impose and I later committed it to paper. Then one day while chatting with MM, I shared my business trip story with her. I later told her I had written 'A Punishment Decree'. She told me to send it to her, which I did. She then replied, that it sounded perfect and that she would be glad to administer it and wanted to know when I was coming to GET IT. One thing lead to another, and the time was scheduled. Since that time, I have shared many other deep, dark secrets and fantasy's with her, and as a result, my visit is extended and will cover 3 days. What will actually happen during my visit is a mystery, but based on a few recent postings, I am starting to get nervous about what that might be, but as this website and others have said, "Be Careful What you Wish For......"

Hummmmmm......Has my little pet not been lurking around, looking for someone to tell him what he's in for? Don't you worry, My little pet. Only seven more days and you'll find out for yourself!! I, for one, CANNOT WAIT!!! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

I hope you like it. Doungen was a lot of work, but anything for Mistress Michelle.

I know what's in store for you, omg! Better it than me! iiiiiiiieeeeee

> susie q said: > I hope you like it. Doungen was a lot of work, but anything for Mistress Michelle:smilies_xxx02: > Click to expand... Susie, you know you're not supposed to say anything!!!;-)

Mistress, for the record, I haven't been asking anyone; I've just been reading...... :confused0068:

Stop worrying, little pet....... you will survive your punishment, one way or another. Your mind is working overtime; sometimes that can be a good thing, other times... not so much LMAO. I myself am SOOOOOO excited and extremely anxious to get on with this....it's all causing Me to have wet dreams!! Mistress Michelle:sex020::sex020::sex020::sex020::sex020::sex020:

Wet Dreams.....What a way to be sent to bed.....

*A nervous subby and an anxious Domme.. Quite a volatile situation is brewing!* :happy0192:

**wet dreams!** Thank you My Mistress for posting that it is you who are causing the wet spot on the bed! I was afraid it was me! Due to all that I've been through, I figured that all the drugs were causing me bladder control problems (wetting the bed!! hell at my age ya never know!) whew, I figured you were out buying me some DEPENDS! I prefer my panties over the DEPENDS! Thank you My Mistress for helping me figure out who was causing the wet spot!

> disciplinedpet said: > Thank you My Mistress for posting that it is you who are causing the wet spot on the bed! I was afraid it was me! Due to all that I've been through, I figured that all the drugs were causing me bladder control problems (wetting the bed!! hell at my age ya never know!) whew, I figured you were out buying me some DEPENDS! I prefer my panties over the DEPENDS! Thank you My Mistress for helping me figure out who was causing the wet spot! > Click to expand... You are too funny!!!!! Thanks for the laugh today; I really needed it. Seems I couldn't sleep too well in my new sleeping attire.

**Starting to get anxious** So the weekend has arrived and when it ends I will have my bag packed (it will be a small one because I won't really need much) and I will be ready to go North to Mistress Michelle's compound. Up until now, I have not given much thought to the trip, but now I am getting a little anxious. I chatted with Mistress for just a few minutes last night, and she said a couple of things in a way that gave me cause for concern. I also know that MM is a master at causing one's mind to work against them. As a result I am left in that quandary of wondering, *Is she messing with me and my mind, or is she telling the truth.* The other thing that raises my level of nervousness is that it has gotten very quiet around here relative to the visit. I know some of MM's other subs know some details, but they are not sharing; not even a mention. **Come on, can't you help a brother out?** Mistress, I will be there soon, and despite being nervous and anxious I am looking forward to it.....I think. Your obvious excitement is very motivating to me. Lets just press the fast forward button and get started; then I can stop worrying about it and just deal with whatever is thrown my way.

> pt300800 said: > I chatted with Mistress for just a few minutes last night, and she said a couple of things in a way that gave me cause for concern. I also know that MM is a master at causing one's mind to work against them. As a result I am left in that quandary of wondering, *Is she messing with me and my mind, or is she telling the truth.* The other thing that raises my level of nervousness is that it has gotten very quiet around here relative to the visit. I know some of MM's other subs know some details, but they are not sharing; not even a mention. **Come on, can't you help a brother out?** > Click to expand... Sure send me a private message and I'll painfully give you all of the gory details!;-) **ARE YOU INSANE??** sorry, but I may not be the smartest cookie, but I'm not stupid. So if I know something I'm not saying it. And if I don't I'm not saying that either. In any case, I'm really looking forward to your detailed account

Ahhh lil pet my lips are sealed. I just got my nips pierced and am in enough pain; im not adding to it. My lips are sealed.But have a wonderful time and enjoy yourself as i know MM will. lol:bad-girl-0009:

Hummmmmm......seems all My girls and boys are being good and keeping their mouths shut!! It's a good thing; we wouldn't want you all to be in for what little pet is, now would we?? Mistress Michelle:sex020:

Yes Mistress; sadly for me they are all behaving and keeping their lips sealed!

> pt300800 said: > Yes Mistress; sadly for me they are all behaving and keeping their lips sealed! > Click to expand... If things were reversed would you spill the beans?

Then blood when MM gets a hold of you lol:chores016:

> susie q said: > Then blood when MM gets a hold of you lol:chores016: > Click to expand... Sorry; I gave enough this week for a LONG LONG TIME

> tomf_22033 said: > If things were reversed would you spill the beans? > Click to expand... Of course not; but you can't blame someone for trying....

**sorry!** well little pet, sorry but i can't & really could not say anything. Being as she is my Wife & Mistress; that would be like giving her bullets for the GUN! Brother I really can't help due to My situation( wheel chair) most of the day; but there was a lot if "activity" in Her "Dungeon area " like hammering & testing of "Hooks"!! i do know that the shower area is 'cleaned up' down stairs & that the water works!! You should think b/4 you send a letter of what you wish for! Then follow it up doubting that she would be able to "honor" your request! Just my opinion " do not challenge ANY woman" when it comes to dishing out punishment! well just a little note, saying that the "light will be on" till your blindfold is placed on you. get a good look around b/4 youu arrive. all i can say! later; disciplinedpet

:fighting0003: lol with pet iiieeee

My little pet is laying low this weekend.....he must be contimplating his upcoming fate LMAO Come on out of hiding little pet.....come on; Mistress has a treat for you!!!!! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

> disciplinedpet said: > well little pet, sorry but i can't & really could not say anything. Being as she is my Wife & Mistress; that would be like giving her bullets for the GUN! > Click to expand... Well pet; I definetly would not want you to load the GUN and give it to Mistress. That would just not be right. > disciplinedpet said: > You should think b/4 you send a letter of what you wish for! Then follow it up doubting that she would be able to "honor" your request! Just my opinion " do not challenge ANY woman" when it comes to dishing out punishment! well just a little note, saying that the "light will be on" till your blindfold is placed on you. get a good look around b/4 youu arrive. all i can say! later; disciplinedpet > Click to expand... You are probably right and maybe I SHOULD be careful what I wish for, but the cat is out of the proverbial bag now and it would be dishonerable to retract my statements. Besides; I want to see how far apart the line between fantasy and reality really is. I am thinking I will find that out soon. Looking forward to getting there and I hope we have some time to visit before the mayhem commences. I do understand your situation of being confined to your wheel chair, but I was thinking; if it sounds like it is not going good down in the basement (for me that is); then maybe you can yell out at the top of your lungs; "Mistress; I have fallen and I can't get up." Then Mistress would have to come to your aid.....right! See you soon. lp

> Mistress Michelle said: > My little pet is laying low this weekend.....he must be contimplating his upcoming fate LMAO > Come on out of hiding little pet.....come on; Mistress has a treat for you!!!!! > Mistress Michelle:sex020: > Click to expand... Only partially correct Mistress; and to use an appropriate description for this site, I was technically hand-cuffed this morning and could not get online. LOL. Translated; we had storms and the interent connection was down. See you soon........ little pet

**Help!!** ey sounds like a very good idea. Do you kow CPR?? cause if she is down there & i yell "Mistress i've fallen "; i hope that you are not tied up or shackled!! she will faint or break something trying to get up to me. So i will have to remember to NOT yell that! But; there may be time for us to visit b/4 your Hell will start! Depends on when you arrive. Be careful on yuor trip here, later Disciplinedpet:anim_37:

Oh my lil pet thats a bad plan even if big pet did that and it would freak her out as d pet knows god help you when she comes back down knowing she was tricked:smilies_xxx22:

> susie q said: > Oh my lil pet thats a bad plan even if big pet did that and it would freak her out as d pet knows god help you when she comes back down knowing she was tricked:smilies_xxx22: > Click to expand... Well Susie; that actually makes sense and given what is about to occur, I guess I do not need to add any fuel to the fire.

> disciplinedpet said: > Do you kow CPR?? > Click to expand... Actually yes I do; but I was thinking someone might be needing to do that on me.

little pet; can you say frying pan and fire.:mad0235: I might not be the smartest guy in the world; but I do know to keep my mouth shut and to be careful of what I ask for as sometimes you get what you ask for. Likewise; I also know NEVER EVER EVER NEVER challenge a woman. I don't care how old, young, big, small, etc a woman is; NEVER challenge a woman. He'll I'd rather get in a ring with Mike Tyson than piss off a woman. Tyson might bite off my ear; but that sure beats what an angry woman can do. And a Domme whose been challenged is not a good thing. I don't know; but to me; I don't have anything to prove. Maybe I'm just a chicken; but I think I've returned to enjoying the sensual side of BDSM much more than trying to find my limits. But to each his/her own. As they say; you've made your coffin - I mean bed (or was that bed of nails?) - and now you have to lay in it.

Hmmm...tom...If your scared; say scared!

**Tempting Fate....** 11 hours ago I left my home to start my journey North; a journey that started some time ago. Many things have happened to get me to this point. It has been a long winding road with many twists and turns and it only seems fitting; that this final step towards my unknown fate; is turning out to be a drive to remember. What should have been a simple but long 8 hour drive has turned into an oddessy. Maybe not a Space Oddessy; but just the start of my oddesy. Keeping in mind; snow in Georgia is a rarity; by the time I left; it had been snowing steady and hard for 6 hours; road conditions were on the decline; but the lure of Mistress Michelle was calling. It was time to depart. The first 30 miles took twice as long as normal; with cars strew all about the roadway; I proceed. Then the temperature rose to 33 and I thought; 'good; I am finally out of the worst of it. The rest of the way towards Atlanta was unenventul. After a 90 minute stop with a client; I proceeded out again. It is just prior 6 pm and I actually still have hope that I can get to Mistress's house tonight. The next 20 - 30 minutes went smooth; but then everything came crashing down. Traffic stops. For the next 3 hours; I went maybe 10 miles. Mentally I was starting to go stir crazy. All I could think about was how similiar this drive was becoming to what I think I am about to endure at the hands of MM. Severe ups and downs; thinking things are good; and then all of the sudden hitting the bottom and then slowly recovering. Finally I got off at an exit to take a break and get something to eat. Mentally I needed to refuel. With the car refueled; my stomach refueled; and my mind refueled I headed back to the road. Amazingly; the road had cleared up and the snow had pretty much stopped; and the temperature was rising. At this point; Mistress knew I would not make it tonight. I think she was dissapointed and a little irratated (more at the situation than me). My goal had now gone from getting there to 2 hours short; to 4 hours short of her place; but I was back on the road. Finally I am traveling almost a normal speed. Ahhhh; that felt good. I had recovered. But again; that was short lived. Now; it is getting late and I have set a new goal of 5 hours short of MM place. All is going well; when all of the sudden; it starts snowing like I am at the North Pole again. Within in minutes; the roads deteriorate; and the drive suddenly turns stressful and slows again. Just when I thought all was well; the bottom dropped out. I again think about my upcoming fate.... I finally decide to pull off 45 minutes short of my latest goal; only to find there is no room at the in. I am being tested. I calmly receive that news; call ahead a find a room in the city of my last goal. Snowing hard; temperature now back at freezing; I return to the roads; tempting fate..... Mistress I will make it there sooner or later. I know you know this already; but I am very frustrated by this; but I know it just gives me more time to THINK. See you soon....... little pet

Irritated???? you could say that!! First of all; you knew the weather was going to be bad; and you shouldnt have spent so much time in Atlanta; I am sure given your trip in the snow that the client would have understood your situation! Now you are stuck; when you could have been here all snuggled on the floor chained to My bedpost! The weather here is bad but clearing out this morning they say; so hit the road little pet.....times a wasting!!! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

Ugh! Be safe! I know how bad you southern drivers are in the snow!;-p *ducks*

Up and around; **NEWS FLASH**; everything is frozen. The interstate is frozen and gridlocked going North. So; I am not sure when I will get underway; nor how long it will take. What I do know is that as time passes and little pet is not there; Mistress will stew; this will likely translate into a much more 'aggressive' greeting when I get there. Oooooooo Noooooo Mistress; I am coming to you; but know that I am in survival mode now. Keeping safe is my priority. little pet

Driving in snow is no big deal if EVERYONE uses common sense; the problem is few do. I wouldn't be so thrilled about it getting above freezing as then you end up with ice covered water which is much more dangerous than snow. If you have fog lights I suggest using them in place of headlights as headlights reflect off the snow into your eyes. Of course I live in chicago and I am used to the snow driving. a few years back I drove from here to lake geneva (75 miles or so; typically a 1.5-2hr drive) one saturday night in the blowing snow; basically white out conditions. Top speed I was able to achieve was a whopping 45 on the interstate.

> sub4madam said: > Driving in snow is no big deal if EVERYONE uses common sense; the problem is few do. I wouldn't be so thrilled about it getting above freezing as then you end up with ice covered water which is much more dangerous than snow. > If you have fog lights I suggest using them in place of headlights as headlights reflect off the snow into your eyes. > Of course I live in chicago and I am used to the snow driving. a few years back I drove from here to lake geneva (75 miles or so; typically a 1.5-2hr drive) one saturday night in the blowing snow; basically white out conditions. Top speed I was able to achieve was a whopping 45 on the interstate. > Click to expand... I fully agree and it's worse with fools who think that just because they have 4WD they can drive faster. I have a 4WD truck and drive it like it's a small car on ice. The reason is that if I get into a skid and lose control; it's going to get ugly real fast; so I don't take chances. I just wish that everyone else would do likewise; and while like you said you might be doing 45mph it beats being stuck in a ditch; or worse; in a bad accident because someone got going but couldn't stop WHEN they hit a slick spot. Anyway; I just hope little pet makes it safely; and I really hope that he survives his ordeal. I mean first; taunting Mistress; then not leaving when she said; then being very late because of that. Yikes. I know she has a kind heart and is a wonderful woman; but something tells me that even she must be very annoyed by now. Oh well; I guess well all find out what the limits are and what the punishments are. His comments a few things back about me being scared. I don't think scared is the right word; more like not wanting to go some places (like this). So if that's scared; then yep; call me chicken. But I prefer to think of it as more like being wiser and less in need of having things to prove.

what a bunch of Sourthern birds <giggles>. snow shmoo not a big deal for U/us Yankee's W/who drive it every year. now if there was no gravity that would be a challenge to drive with. best wishes little pet!

> cks said: > what a bunch of Sourthern birds <giggles>. snow shmoo not a big deal for U/us Yankee's W/who drive it every year. now if there was no gravity that would be a challenge to drive with. > best wishes little pet! > Click to expand... LOL...So if that is the case; explain how this Southerner made it unscathed; and the several hundred cars and trucks that were spun off the road all had Ohio license plates?

**Recovery** I have finally returned home and am mending both my mind and body after the trip. Over the next few days, I plan to share some details of my time with Mistress Michelle from my own viewpoint. You will find these posts in this thread as well as over on her *Mistress Michelle's Adventure* page. As noted in my initial post there, I am sharing my thoughts and memories without first checking what others have already written. My goal is to make sure my account isn't colored by the existing replies. My stay with Mistress lasted just under three full days. It had plenty of high points and low points; I know Mistress has recorded them too. We shared many things, but there were also surprises for me. Overall, it was a wonderful experience. The hardest part about such a visit is when it ends and you have to readjust to 'ordinary life'. Your head is full of memories, but as home gets closer, the reality of returning to work starts to cloud your thoughts. It’s a bit of a struggle and a distraction—a pleasant one, still a distraction though. Plus, my backside is healing; she treated it professionally there. I believe photos are up on her profile. I’ll be going through what I remember about the visit in the coming days and commenting on my personal take on the 'fantasy vs reality' clash. Many of the themes I experienced were fantasies for me that have now become real. To close, I want to express how grateful I am for everything Mistress Michelle prepared for my arrival and did while I was there. I also owe eternal thanks to pet for opening their home to me for three days. I’d suggest everyone read my post in her thread from last night regarding *commitment*. I challenge you all to check that commitment discussion, then evaluate your own relationships and reconsider how committed you are to your partner.

**First Update....** Update 1, *Reporting In*, is now live under Mistress Michelle Adventure. Enjoy!

> pt300800 said: > Update 1, *Reporting In* has just been posted under Mistress Michelle Adventure. Enjoy! > Click to expand... I’m so relieved you got home safe and sound. Even if some pieces are a bit bruised up. I hope your emotions are intact too; maybe we’ll cross paths sometime soon. Once I get this paper, finish studying for my exams, and sit the exams themselves, perhaps our meeting will finally happen.

> pt300800 said: > LOL...So if that is the case; explain how this Southerner made it unscathed; and the several hundred cars and trucks that were spun off the road all had Ohio license plates? > Click to expand... The funny part is, I hear so much talk about people in the South not being able to handle snow driving. Let’s see how good those Yankees are when dealing with ice!;-) Snow isn’t hard for anyone; show me someone who handles ice well and you’ll find a true driver. Do it in a hot-rodded muscle car, though, and I’ll point out the ones who really know what they’re doing!

> tomf_22033 said: > Do it in a hot rodded muscle car and I'll show you someone who really knows how to drive! > Click to expand... LOL...On my way back, I stopped by an old friend’s house in SC. They had quite a bit of ice. He has a nice red Mustang GT with a manual transmission, and he went out that day too. He was having some fun on the snow and ice, scaring off a few drivers before catching it just as they passed each other. I’ve driven that car myself; it’s got plenty of torque and power. Add in the rear-wheel drive, and you can bet it was quite a handful to manage in those conditions. Hmmm,...he is a born-and-raised Southerner.

> tomf_22033 said: > I'm so glad you made it home safely and in one piece. Be it with some bruised pieces. I hope that you're not emotionally damaged and we'll get the chance to meet at some point. Hopefully once I get this paper, studying for my exams, and my exams, we'll get to meet. > Click to expand... Thank you! Yes, I have a VERY, VERY bruised backside. Thank you, Mistress. The amusing thing is that I noticed it on Tuesday morning; it didn’t look too bad then, but by Wednesday, it looked pretty gnarly. It must have been quite severe because Mistress decided to suspend the whippings. You know she loves those, so they had to be significant. Yes, I hope we can meet someday. Perhaps in the Mistress's dungeon or kitchen? Maybe we could host a ginger root holding contest, or even a 'whipping received' competition... Good luck with your paper and exams. lp

Hi lil pet! I'm glad you had such a great time and made it there and back safely. Can't wait to read more.:chores037:

> pt300800 said: > Yes, I hope we can meet one day. Maybe in the Mistress's dugeon, or kitchen. Maybe we could have a ginger root holding contest, or whippin' received contest..... Good luck on your paper and exams. > Click to expand... I think contests would be fun too. But I have to admit you’d win. Whippings aren’t really my thing, and ginger definitely gets me. Maybe CBT, or some other activity where I might stand a chance, could be more enjoyable.

:fighting0094:Hummmm......I am looking forward to this game!!!:sex020:

> tomf_22033 said: > As much as I think contests would be fun. I have to concede that you'd win. I'm not into whippings, and it seems ginger does a job on me. Maybe CBT, or some other thing that I have a chance might be more fun. > Click to expand... OK, then maybe the contest should somehow be randomly decided by Mistress. From my perspective, I was just trying to tilt the odds in my favor because I like winning.

> pt300800 said: > OK, then maybe the contest should be somehow randomly determined by Mistress. From my point of view, I was just trying to tilt the tables in my favor. I like winning. > Click to expand... Gee, who would have guessed you were stacking the deck!!!;-) I enjoy winning too, but I don’t lose my mind over it. In other words, I get more satisfaction from a good, fair competition than an empty victory. Of course, there was a time when I just preferred to win. Anyway, now that this has caught Mistress' attention, all I can say is those famous words of our dear friend Susie: iiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee

> tomf_22033 said: > Gee who would have thunk that you were trying to stack the deck!!!;-) > I like winning to, but I also don't go crazy about it. In other words, I get more pleasure out of a good fair competition than a hollow victory. Of course there used to be a time that I just preferred to win. > Anyway, now that this has come to Mistress' attention, all I can say is those famous words of our dear friend susie > iiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee > Click to expand... Hmmm....playing the 'fairness' card. Nice move! You make a good argument and I also enjoy competition, but it wouldn’t be an empty victory either. It would simply be victory for both of us at Mistress's feet. Can't ask for better than that!

**PART 2 of the Stay** Part 2 of my stay recap with Mistress Michelle, *The end of the cage and the first night,* is now posted in her thread *Mistress Michelle's Advernture*. Enjoy! I hope to share some reflections here a bit later.

GREAT! recaps lil pet!!! thank you.

**Reflections on Day 1** A week has gone by since I first arrived at Mistress Michelle's for my 'sentence', and I wanted to take a moment to look back on that experience. For the details of what happened, refer to the Vault posting *Mistress Michelles Adventure*. I’ve split Day 1 into two parts: *Reporting In* and *End of the Cage*. What strikes me most is a topic discussed frequently here at this site: the difference between fantasy and reality. Most of what occurred has existed in my mind as fantasies for some time. Many erections—or attempts at them (if the cage was on)—have come from thoughts and dreams about these events. Here comes the shocker, NONE of those events triggered an actual erection! I bet nobody saw that coming LOL. Personally, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I didn’t know how Mistress would act or how I’d react. For example, I had been spanked by Mistress before, but this time I asked her to double the number of strokes compared to past times, with no mercy and no letting up, even if I begged for it to stop. Basically, I said: no safe word; strict limits, just no safe word. I wanted to be pushed beyond normal so I couldn’t easily escape. Obviously, I knew it would hurt, but dreaming about it usually brought an erotic response. The real thing was simply painful. I tried staying strong for a while, then she kept coming at me, and I yelled out; she persisted; then I pleaded for her to stop, and yes, she kept going (just as I had asked for, dumb ass). There wasn’t a moment that felt erotic during the beating itself. However, having said that, I would do it again. It was no disappointment, just different. A big part of this is knowing Mistress loves spanking; I knew I was pleasing her and giving her an outlet to express herself. Next came the cage placement—another thing I’d dreamt about. Like the beating, my reaction wasn’t quite like in my dreams. After she locked me in, she started with mind games by telling me I would have a cellmate. That got a partial rise out of me. Initially lying there, thinking about being confined by her, I was slightly aroused. Thinking about who or what might be the cellmate gave me another small lift, but that faded quickly as I was simply left alone. As time passed slowly, it wasn’t erotic at all; it just felt like passing time. Fortunately, she didn’t leave me there too long, or I’m not sure my mind would have held up. When we went back upstairs for games later, I felt mostly vulnerable. There I experienced two things that were both new and surprising to me: figging and the dilator in the cock. Since they were novel experiences, emotions ranged widely, but again, it wasn’t erotic. Like before, it was good because Mistress was in control and having fun. Lastly, when put down for sleep, I initially felt honored being at the foot of Mistress's bed, but after a while, anxiety set in. I worried about snoring or clanking my chains waking her up (or pet). As night progressed, frustration grew because I couldn’t fall asleep. This was the first time I became slightly mentally disoriented. It wasn’t severe, just a bit frustrating as obstacles piled up and I felt powerless to fix them. But it didn't last long; morning arrived, all obstacles vanished, and my mind returned to normal. All in all, my reality differed greatly from fantasy, but not disappointingly so. I’d do it again tomorrow—though maybe wishing for warmer weather now. Here is the real irony: I just told you how un-erotic the reality was, yet as I type these recaps and relive them mentally... guess what? It feels erotic again. Not sure I can fully explain that!

**3:49 am** At 3:49 AM this morning, I was rudely awakened by the sensation of someone shoving a knife into my groin; in other words, I had an erotic dream while fast asleep (so I remember nothing) which caused an erection that drove the medium points against my cock. Those dang points! The bad part is that since I was deeply asleep, I have no idea what the dream was about. So I missed enjoying the good parts and only felt the pain. On a brighter note, Mistress immediately came to mind, so in the end, all is well. Of course, I would have preferred thinking of her *during* the dream (which I’m sure she starred in) rather than just from the points afterward.

**Part 3 of the Stay** Part 3 of my stay recap with Mistress Michelle, *Morning has Broken*, is now posted in her thread Mistress Michelle's Advernture. Enjoy!

**On the floor** I’ve been somewhat busy and therefore a bit slack with my postings. I guess I was just giving everyone a break. I hope to share some details about my stay later today. Last night had a nice online chat with Mistress, and she had a 'surprise' for me. She set up this expectation yesterday morning. Like any good master, she drops something small out there, leaving you to ponder it—and more importantly, Her—all day. Late last night, I received my surprise. She started by asking/reminding me how much I enjoyed sleeping at the foot of her bed when staying with her. I said I remembered clearly; it was very vivid in my mind. Then came the surprise: I was to sleep on the floor beside my own bed. I could use two pillows and a blanket. Quite shocked, I replied??. Naturally, I put up a small protest, which was quickly overruled. The really strange part is that right after she told me and while I protested, I began getting aroused. She added a few more comments just to plant images in my mind and get me THINKING. Later when I went off to bed, I was highly aroused with my mind working overtime. I finally drifted off but woke around 5:30 AM rock hard like a diamond—almost as much arousal as possible. My brain kept churning away; if you know what I mean, I think I might have damaged one of the pillows. Finally at six o'clock, I returned to the bed so everything would appear 'normal' when the house began to wake up. Thank you Mistress

**Part 4 of the Stay** Part 4 of my stay recap with Mistress Michelle, *Confinement*, is now posted in her thread Mistress Michelle's Advernture.

**Weekend** So far it’s been a busy weekend. I’ve had to work through the weekend and the weather has made things somewhat stressful. But I managed to end the day with a short chat with Mistress. That always improves my mood. It sounds like she plans some fun tonight. As for me, she has commanded that I go back to the floor so I can practice sleeping at her bed’s foot. Looking at the bed now, I’ve decided I’ll sleep on the side where Mistress usually lies. I know she won’t be there physically, but I will picture her there. I hope you had fun, Mistress!

**Part 5 of the Stay** Part 5 of my stay recap with Mistress Michelle, *Playtime*, is now posted in her thread Mistress Michelle's Advernture. Man I have been busy; sorry this is taking so long!!!

**Last Night** Last night found me in Las Vegas on a business trip. Staying overnight alone and locked up in Sin City felt almost unnatural. So, with her ever gracious manner, Mistress emailed the following instructions: *Hello little pet, I hate that you are stuck all alone in a hotel with no internet!! What the hell... I thought sin city offered everything! Anyway.... I want you edging tonight quite a lot, and you better not cum!! You aren’t allowed to be unlocked so you will edge with the cage on; don't get any ideas! As for the ice.... I want My little pet on his hands and knees, getting some nice ice up his ass. Reach back there and fill it up! That should help energy flow LOL Then I want you on the bed in all fours with a couple pillows—hell, pretend they are Jannine; she hasn't had any lovin' for a long time, much like you, so fuck the pillows and dream of her. I will allow you to sleep in the bed tonight but I want you to suffer a bit before sleeping. Enjoy the ice and the pillows and know your Mistress is thinking of Her little pet! If you brought your chain/leash with you along with the collar, fasten yourself to the bed tonight; if not, you will be punished! Mistress Michelle * While I followed the instructions, I didn’t quite reach the level of edging that Mistress likely desired. Here is how it went: I got back to my room around 9:30 local time (after midnight on the east coast). Excited to have a task to complete for Mistress, I first grabbed a bucket of ice. Then settled in with the computer and emailed MIstress a reply. I had brought along a small 'egg' vibrator which I inserted while emailing her. To get into the 'mood', I read a fairly long story about a Mistress and her slave that I’d saved on my computer. That was somewhat arousing. Then to the ice bucket. Naturally, the hotel’s type of ice wasn’t ideal for this task. It was square cubes with rough outer edges like coarse sandpaper. But I wasn't deterred initially. I got several in there but it hurt, so then I tried sucking on them to smooth out the sides. That helped a little, though I still suffered from that 'square peg round hole' issue. Next moved to the bed and those pillows. I went after them pretty vigorously, but with the cage on, nothing really got going. So I’d roll onto my back, grab the lock, and try stimulating juices by doing rapid motions along with the cock movements caused by the cage. I’ve actually climaxed this way before. This time I felt something, but never even close to the edge. After a while of that, I rolled back over on top of the pillows, repeating for quite some time until my stomach muscles got sore and I drifted off.

**Part 6 of the Stay** Part 6 of my stay recap with Mistress Michelle, *Introducing Trish*, is now posted in her thread Mistress Michelle's Adventure. Don't worry everyone; the pain is nearly over! Only two more parts after this one!! Enjoy.

It isn’t painful at all! (Although it may have been for you!!!) I'm enjoying reading it!:manga_cloud9:

**Part 6 of the Stay** I've posted Part 6 of my stay recap with Mistress Michelle, *Introducing Trish*, in her thread Mistress Michelle's Adventure. Everyone please don't worry; the pain is almost done! Just two more parts after this one!! Have fun reading.

**Part 7 of the Stay** The Visitor part 7 of my stay recap with Mistress Michelle has been posted in her thread Mistress Michelle's Adventure. This section is a bit wordy and full of tension. I'm breaking out in a cold sweat right now as I just finished typing it up. Because it was so long, The Visitor only appeared for part of the time. So like I promised last time, Only 2 more parts remaining. LOL I am sure you will enjoy the cliffhanger here!! Enjoy.

**Part 8 of the Stay** Part 8 of my stay recap with Mistress Michelle, The Visitor Continued, is now posted in her thread Mistress Michelle's Adventure. The tension keeps building..... Enjoy!

**Part 9 of the Stay** Part 9 of my stay recap with Mistress Michelle, The Last Day.:(, has been posted in her thread Mistress Michelle's Adventure. Sadly the confinement ends. Happily my recap comes to a merciful close...LOL, sort of. I will post some reflections and other funny stories from this stay here later on. Enjoy!

**Funny Story from my time with MM** If you are a regular reader of this thread, you have probably already read my 9-part recap of the Stay with Mistress Michelle. It is posted under the Vault thread Mistress Michelles Adventure. My stay was almost a month ago now and feels like yesterday, except that thankfully the bruises on my ass are gone. I took me 3 weeks to post my adventure; well now I will share some thoughts, revelations, and stories from the visit. So for this first installment, here is a comical story. I mentioned earlier that when I first arrived at MM's house, we chatted for a while, but once it was time to start, I received the command: Strip and give me all your things! This did catch me slightly off guard. But she specifically wanted my keys, wallet, and cell phone. Initially I was dumbfounded. Truth be told, I had planned to leave some of that type of stuff hidden in my car, but once I got there, I decided that was silly. So now I am standing there thinking: it was silly that I did NOT follow through with my initial plan. Nonetheless, I gave them to her. She actually just laid them on a table in the living room where we spent a lot of time. I recall seeing them there whenever I looked. After about a day or so, I figured that was just part of the scene. Well you should also know that she got into my head big time. She taunted me about piercing my nipples, which is one of my hard limits. So the threat was out there that on Wednesday, my third day there, it would happen. On Tuesday night, sometime before bed and then again after I went to sleep, my mind wandered to how I would leave should I think she was serious and if I had a moment to escape. Remember, I was naked and wearing shackles. Oh, and it was really, really cold outside too. I thought: after bed, I could undo the wrist cuffs and collar, both of which were not locking. I had to get them off because she had a chain through them hooking me to the bedpost. Then I could quietly sneak out of the room. RIGHT, like I could actually get out without the shackles making any noise. Then I would go into the living room, put on a shirt, grab my shoes, pants, wallet, keys, and phone, and ease out the front door and drive away. I would figure out the shackle thing later. Once daylight broke, I pictured going to a Lowes and sitting in the parking lot and then try to get someone to go get a lock cutter. If they just happened to notice that I was sitting there with my pants draped over me instead of being worn, then I figured I would spin some story about being kidnapped and then I escaped or something. I would never want to get Mistress in trouble. LOL, and of course, I never considered the dogs whom I am sure would have gone crazy barking while I was wandering around in the dark. Although I never seriously actually thought about leaving, it is funny that I thought through my options so much. So here comes the comical part. On Wednesday night after I freaked out and Master J left, Mistress, pet, and I talked about everything for quite a while. Sometime during that conversation, Mistress told me that on Tuesday night she went out into the living room and grabbed my keys and wallet and hid them. She was afraid I might try to leave and of course did not want that. I started laughing and then told her about how I plotted a plan to leave in case I needed to escape. That little story actually provided both of us with some comic relief from an otherwise stressful evening.

**Mistress has fun** So it is Monday and Mistress Michelle has started her week off right! After several hours of being out of sync (ie, not being online at the same time), I come back to the computer and see Mistress has been back again while I was away in the shower. Much to my surprise she was still there. So we chat briefly and I tell her it is her lucky moment as I am still naked since I had just gotten out of the shower. Then comes the command, *Hook up the camera*. She is delighted about this turn of events. We have not had the opportunity to do this in a while. Then Mistress decides to play her favorite game, and one of my least favorites for what it is worth: nipple torment. I get the pleasure of putting on clothes pins on my nipples and continuing my chatting. Next it is time for some jumping jacks. She really likes that! After about 20 minutes of chatting and discomfort (for whatever that is worth), she tells me it is time to take them off. I really **HATE** this part because we don't just remove them; ME gets to yank them off. So I get a count down, take a HUGE DEEP BREATH, and off they come. OUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! After I recover, I see an immediate request to put them back on. Hmmm this is different. I also find it challenging as the nipples are really tender and hurting (for whatever that is worth). After a few minutes I get both back on but am struggling to focus or pay attention or breathe normally (for whatever that is worth). Then I notice the question from Mistress: *Do you know why I had you put them back on?* To which I replied, *No Mistress*. She then tells me she did it because I pulled them off with my fingers on both parts of the clothes pin, thereby not being certain that I actually pulled them off without also relieving pressure on the nipple. Who invented this video camera thing anyway? She had me leave them on only a short period before we (ME) removed them again. Of course, I do NOT get to just take them off; it must be the pull-off again. Another count down, yank, and I get one off. The other stays....GREAT. So one more count down, and YANK, off comes the other, to which I react by flying out of my chair and running across the room. For some reason this makes you feel better. Laughing hysterically, Mistress is amused and says, *Well everyone, that concludes our entertainment for the day!* While not finding the humor in this event immediately, there is that part of me that does enjoy pleasing Mistress. So I guess the morning started off good. Then when I got ready to get up to go get dressed, I noticed that during this process of nipple torment, I had been leaking from my cock. This just struck me as strange. I mean at least if we are going to have some discharge let me feel something; preferably something good (for whatever that is worth). little pet PS Mistress, for the record, I know that none of the 'for whatever that is worth' comments or moments are things that matter or would positively influence you, but I threw them in for the artist value of the story! Enjoy.

My little pet never ceases to Amuse the hell out of Me!!! And (for whatever its worth) LOL, I LOVE to have you jump out of chairs and roll around on the floor!! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

**Question regarding Submission?** During my visit with Mistress Michelle I/we learned many things. One of the things I reflected on after the visit was the very thing that bears the title of this thread: Submission. So to start, I looked up the definitions for *Submission* and *Submit*, which are included below. In looking at these definitions and thinking about how submission is discussed in this arena, I wanted to solicit some responses from this community on the topic. I have 2 questions. One intended more towards the Mistresss/Masters and one towards the subs. **Mistress/Master** Do you believe in Partial or Conditional submission? In other words, do you believe that you can have anything less than Total submission and it still be called submission? **sub** Do you think it is possible to totally submit to your Mistress/Master? **Submission** - an act or instance of submitting - the condition of having submitted - submissive conduct or attitude - something that is submitted, as an application - LAW. An agreement between parties involved in a dispute, to abide by the decision of an arbitrator or arbitrators **Submit** - to give over or yield to the power or authority of another - to subject to some kind of treatment or influence - to present for the approval, consideration, or decision of another or others: *to submit a plan; to submit an application* - to state or urge with deference; suggest or propose (usually followed by a clause): *I submit that full proof should be required.* **- VERB** - to yield oneself to the power or authority of another: *to submit to* - to allow oneself to be subjected to some kind of treatment: *to submit to chemotherapy.* - to defer to anothers judgment, opinion, decision, etc.

**Question Follow up** OK, now there must be someone who has an opinion on my question above. Come on all, lets open up.

**Study time!** We all need time to study these matters. Some of us were sleeping or working these past 8 hours! Remember the chaste benefits of waiting for good things that may cum my friend.

> Respectful said: > We all need time to study these matters. Some of us were sleeping or working these past 8 hours! Remember the chaste benefits of waiting for good things that may cum my friend. Now Respectful, that was very well said, but lest us not forget that as we wait to cum, we get increasingly frustrated....LOL.

As far as total submission i don't think it's possible as everyone has those hard limits. If your Dom/Domme doesn't do something because it's a hard limit for you and They know this. Then even though They would like to do something or have you do something they don't because it's a hard limit for you so this is not total submission. Rachel

Boy pet the tough questions?? For me to totally submit i would have to live with the Mistress as real life gets too much in the way and the long distant relationship is tough. I would love to experience the total commitment and i have only a few hard limits (chemo??? i dont think so) anyways just some thoughts and ps the nip yank thing ooooooooouuuuuuuccccccchhhhhhh just doesnt cover it lol.:party0011:

**Total Submission?** After my visit with MM, it became clear to me that my view of submission was completely off. It was rather depressing in a way. As I had previously thought that while not around Mistress full time, that I was moving towards becoming submissive to her and that that is something that I wished for dearly. But after the rocky events of Wednesday (see my recap), it was clear that being submissive required a total commitment. And at least in my opinion, that would also entail that there are no limits. All of these revelations drove me to post the question to the community on submission. For me having experienced it first hand, there is a direct conflict between submission and having a limit. So take the example from our visit. MM wanted to pierce my nipples. For the record I know she was just messing with my mind. I also know that she honestly likes to have her subs pierced. However on the other side piercing is a hard limit for me. So if a limit is in direct opposition to the desires of the Mistress then at least in that case you cannot submit. Said another way, for this particular example, the sub is topping from the bottom or is even on top (relative to the limit). So following the experience I had my attitude changed greatly on this subject. Prior to it I felt that you could have limits and boundaries yet still submit. However I am now of the opinion that while you can have limits and boundaries if you do have them it is not really submission but more of a mutual understanding which is used as the basis for scene play.

Seems My little pet has way to much time to think this week!!! I happen to believe that even though you cannot be pierced it is not so much because of your fears more so your family life. Now if you were close to Me and had no other concerns in life then I am sure you would submit to the piercing, I am certain of that! I also believe that although My subs and sissys have some limits I do not consider them not fully submitting to Me because of them. A Mistress even though a Mistress has to have feelings for Her properties and by having these feelings allows certain limits. No one ever said it wasent fun to push those limits. Just like the piercing, I wouldnt have done that to you but teasing you with it was almost as fun as actually doing it would have been. Afterall...if it were a limit I didn't like or couldnt live with, I would either change the subbies mind or get rid of him or never have taken him in the first place. And as we all know little pet some of the limits you originally said you had went up in smoke!! LMAO All because you wanted to please Me. Isnt that what its all about? Stop thinking so much little pet and start working on a plan to get back up here!!! I got a nice cage for My little pet to stay in, and when the lock goes on....youre all MINE!! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

> Mistress Michelle said: > Seems My little pet has way to much time to think this week!!! This might be true Mistress but don't forget I am thinking of YOU! > Mistress Michelle said: > Just like the piercing, I wouldnt have done that to you but teasing you with it was almost as fun as actually doing it would have been. Hmmmm while you know that I know this to be true I just dont recall it being that much fun (for whatever that is worth....LOL). > Mistress Michelle said: > Afterall...if it were a limit i didn't like or couldnt live with, i would either change the subbies mind or get rid of him, or never have taken him in the first place. > And as we all know little pet some of the limits you originally said you had went up in smoke!! LMAO All because you wanted to please Me. Isnt that what its all about? I guess you are right it is about pleasing you. Let's just hope that the you do NOT grow tired of the teasing and then want to go in for the real thing! > Mistress Michelle said: > Stop thinking so much little pet and start working on a plan to get back up here!!! I got a nice cage for My little pet to stay in, and when the lock goes on....youre all MINE!! I can't wait for that but how would I mow the lawn for you from inside the cage?

**I have slept on it now...** > sub > Do you think it is possible to totally submit to your Mistress/Master? No I do not think i could do this. Nor would i want to and i hope that she would never want it either. It would take all the fun out of it! Fake resistance is one thing blind agreement another. I love laughing too much to take it to this extreme. I will know we have gone too far when we both stop laughing! Don't get me wrong I LOVE being ordered but it is the mutual choice to do so that makes it so sweet as well as so thrilling! Yummy! :cat:

> Respectful said: > No I do not think i could do this. Nor would i want to and i hope that she would never want it either. It would take all the fun out of it! Fake resistance is one thing blind agreement another. > I love laughing too much to take it to this extreme. Respectful I thought you said that very well. I know that Mistress Michelle and I laugh hysterically at times; sometimes at odd times i might add. But it is spontanious and fun. I agree that I would miss that too.

ill just mow the grass (sigh)and smoke some oooppsss clean the gutters,weed the flowers,pick up the limbs,do the laundry,change the oil in the truck,dust,vacume,paint,hang shelves,and curtsey to Mistress for letting me do these things for her. Sounds like im complaining but im not becouse she will dress me and apply makeup beat and cane me sounds like a fair trade to me. My life has no purpose other than that so i will submit for she is a Goddess and im a mere sissy trying to find a place and am very lucky to know her. Sooo get er done gurl hop to it.i love ya Mistress:bad-girl-0009:

Ps no chemo lol:love0068:

**What did you do Friday Night?** Here I sit again, isolated in a hotel room in another part of the country, which due to my job is not uncommon, but this time it is different. It is different because I am totally cut off from Mistress Michelle. She is on a well-deserved vacation with her pet. I am sure the sunrises are beautiful and she has some relaxing time. The ironic thing about how I feel at the moment is that I feel more isolated now than when I was with her last month, chained up in her basement. I guess back then, I knew she would come downstairs to check on me and wake me up with the crop. So of course, last night, I started letting my mind wander and thought about what Mistress would have had me do tonight. I remembered a trip a few weeks ago when she wanted me to think of her and edge myself while locked in my cage. I did, but it didn't work very well, so this time I tried upping the ante a little to see if I could get better results. I decided to introduce some other stimuli. I went out on the internet and found a few wave files of women arousing themselves and having an orgasm. Already feeling a bit horny, I readied myself for bed and then started two different wave files on my computer. They are both playing and putting on quite a show. Then I go over to the bed and, like Mistress had told me last time, I start humping the pillows. My results this time were much better. I would get somewhat close to the edge but couldn't get all the way there. So I'd get close, then sit up or roll onto my back, grab the lock, and start masturbating myself with the cage. I could take myself quickly to the edge and STOP. When I calmed down, I'd roll back over and go after the pillows again, getting close, sitting up, and going to the edge once more. All this was happening while my two electronic orgasm units were making quite a scene. I repeated this several times until I knew it was time to stop. Then I tried settling into sleep mode. However, as I tried to sleep, I left the computer running for a while but finally stopped it because the orgasms were distracting. I still couldn't get comfortable because I was a little cold. How funny is that Mistress? So then I started looking for slippers to keep my feet warm. I found them—a pair of socks. Once I got them on, I was able to drift off to sleep. I woke this morning but just felt unrested. I assume my mind was working overtime last night. I also found that I remained in a highly arousable state, so I had to find something generic to do on the computer to change my focus. That worked, but now here I sit writing about last night and going back there again.

**little pet lives....** Little pet is alive! I know you all are just overjoyed by this revelation. Well after a few weeks of a 'non-standard' schedule, I am getting back towards normal. I am currently on a short business trip and with that always comes something from Mistress Michelle. Last night was no different. I got to the room late into the evening and only chatted with Mistress for just a few minutes until she turned in for the night. Her command last night; I was to sleep with my ankles chained to the bed and blindfolded. When I asked how much slack I could have in the chain, she replied that it should be just enough to roll onto my side. So I readied myself for bed. I took my chain and ran it across the foot of the bed with little slack. Then I put on ankle bands and lock myself to the chain. I chained my ankles so that my legs were spread out, meaning I would not be able to turn over. Then I blindfolded myself and turned in. Well this didn't work very well. For the record, I do not normally sleep on my back, so I kind of set myself up for failure. It is amazing what being restrained does to the mind. Anyway after a short while, I got up and readjusted the chain so that I could roll onto my side. Then I went off to bed again. I was able to sleep although I woke many times. Each time I awoke, I found myself aroused; but Mistress knew it would have that effect. So her mission seems accomplished. While I like her little things she does while I am out, I do wish and dream about the next time I will be there in person. Hopefully soon.....

I'm hoping for soon as well little pet!!! Very very soon!!!! PLEASEEEEEEEEEE.....I know it's not good for a Mistress to let Her slave know how much She needs to see him but, well I can't help it!! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

Boy I must be a good toy! It is nice to feel needed at least at this point. I am sure once I am bent over, I might have a different feeling. Hmmm can't wait to find out though!

**Please Mistress Will You?** Oh My Gosh Mistress!!! Seeing that picture of Susie on the whipping horse and then going to bed. Bad/Good Combination. All I could think about was you having me there and..... You know how I like to be locked into things. For me, that gives it a true sense of realism. While it might just be a game, the locks give that feeling that I cannot get out and if you decide to take past the 'game' level well so do I. What am I going to do? Run away....LOL. Look at our last visit. The one time I was restrained but not locked I got out (which I think in that case was a good thing). Sleeping last night, I was unlocked from my cage; Mistress you know the details, but I think I had one huge and long hard-on all night. I had a really difficult time getting to sleep. Tossing and turning thinking about you, your tools, and that whipping horse. My hard-on was so hard it almost hurt if that makes sense. I tried teasing myself a little but that was way too dangerous. The whole thing was like a 'perfect storm'. Mentally I had a poor week on all levels so I was somewhat frustrated/depressed anyway then suddenly this visual came, I created my own mental images and went to bed unlocked with the result being a large horny hard-on. I was so horny and frustrated last night. I wanted cum so bad. I wanted to slide my dick into a warm wet hot pussy. I wanted masturbate. I just really wanted cum but didn't. I did finally get to sleep, but every time I woke up raging with horniness. Those images would pop back into my head. Damn it. When I woke this morning the SAME thing happened. Still hard still horny still denied. I was and am very horny. Damn you! On my knees at your feet looking directly into your eyes..... *Mistress will you please give me a whipping? Mistress will you please lock me to your whipping post? Mistress will you then use all of your tools to whip me? Mistress will you please give me a whipping? Mistress will you please go way past what I can tolerate? Mistress will you please whip me until I cry? Mistress will you please give me a whipping?* little pet

lil pet you ARE darling! thank you

Here ya go little pet something for you and cks to dream about!!!

Ok that seems simple enough I just hope that the electrical plug there is NOT part of this apperatus!!!

LMAO the electric plug plus MM has a new crop i call the meat ripper my god that thing hurts and wraps around you.IIIIIIIEEEEEEEE:sex021:

**It is May.....** Hello all. I know it has been a while and I have been very irregular. Not much of a journal with once-a-month postings. LOL so here is this month's post! For the better part of last week, I have been so aroused. I have never heard of a CB-2000 splitting but am thinking the one I have may be in danger of that happening. It has been under a lot of pressure. I know first hand about splitting a -6000 as I did that twice. And yes it does make a loud pop when it splits which is typically followed by a large inhale and then breath holding because of the severe pain being inflicted on the member. Of course none of this helps; only getting the split cage off the penis helps. Sorry I digressed there but like I was saying, I have been very aroused this week. It is basically Susie's fault. She got the privilege of visiting Mistress Michelle and pet for a week. While she worked very hard, there was definitely some jealousy that she was able to be there while I was not. But the biggest reason is that Susie helped MM build a whipping saw horse. Since those pictures have been posted it has driven me crazy. Mistress and I have talked about something like that for a while and now she has it. That little device has become the center of several of our chats and Mistress is very eager to use that on me. You see, I am a bit of a thrasher during whippins so this should help protect Mistress. So ever since MM posted pictures of her sawhorse, it has been the focus of what will happen next. Now the only issue is me working out details to go visit. Like most things my fantasy mind causes me to get aroused but the real thing will be quite different. This I know for sure.

ahhhhh poor lil pet:innocent0002:

i was just reading about cold showers online and it said you could have a heart attack but i think that is if you have a heart condition.

Hi omegastar as I was reading your reply I had to laugh abit. In my case it's not a cold shower that worries me about giving a person a heart attack; it's when Mistress Michelle leads you into some unknown new thing to try that gets my heart pounding lol. I was very lucky not having to try the t-bar (at least on that visit at any rate) but back to you lil pet in your current mood: you have relaxed but seem more like a cat sh..ing razor blades lmao i know you will love the horse its right up your alley (cat)i hope you get to try it soon.:whip:

Ps Happy Birthday omegastar:party0019:

hey as long as you are not in a life threatening situation its all good

Oh no it's nothing like that MM is a wonderful Goddess:whipbang:

Mistress I got on my knees a few days ago and asked you for some help. I never heard a reply! On my knees at your feet looking directly into your eyes..... Mistress will you please give me a whipping? Mistress will you please lock me to your whipping post? Mistress will you then use all of your tools to whip me? Mistress will you please give me a whipping? Mistress will you please go way past what I can tolerate? Mistress will you please whip me until I cry? Mistress will you please give me a whipping? little pet

Hummm.....I think I answered that request in an email but for the record as you like to say so much.... YES little pet I will lock you to My whipping post and whip you until you beg enough for Me to have mercy on you or until you pass out whichever one comes first! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

> Mistress Michelle said: > YES little pet, I will lock you to My whipping post and whip you until you beg enough for Me to have mercy on you or until you pass out, which ever one comes first! > Click to expand... Thank you Mistress for being so kind. At least you did not say, '*whichever comes LAST!*' That would be, uhmmm, BAD.

**Wearing thin...** So here we go, two posts in the same week. Watch out, little pet is back! Or at least back until he visits MM next and then who knows if he will ever be able to type or function again. So as you all know, it is Susie's fault that I have been so aroused lately because she built that new whipping bench for Mistress Michelle. And ever since the pictures have posted, well I have been stretching my -2000 cage. Since that time, I have noticed that I had a sore spot, which I had been ignoring. It was on the top part of the shaft about half way down. I assumed that at some point, I had experienced some shrinkage which is normal which caused a lot of skin to conjugate around the locking pin and spacer. Then I assumed I had a dream, which has been happening a lot lately, and I expanded. With all this skin there, I think some got pinched between the spacer and the ring or cage. On the -2000 there is a very small amount of play there, so I thought this to be plausible. Well this had been bothering me for a couple of days, so when I had the cage off for cleaning and shaving, I noticed that I had not one, but two of these areas. The second one was much further down the shaft and towards the right somewhat. Both sores were very similar in nature and the second one could not have been caused by the pinching like I THOUGHT the first one was. Following closer inspection, I noticed that width between the two spots was identical to the spacing of the bars on the -2000 cage. So, unless I am wrong, I have gotten two sore spots from merely being overly erect in the cage and my penis has rubbed the bars enough to create a sore. So since my SKIN is wearing thin and it appears my erections are continuing, I am having to take a few days off from the cage to let things heal up. While I really have liked the design of the opened caged -2000 versus the closed design of the -6000, this new skin rubbing issue, well sucks. I am sure Mistress will simply say to stop trying to have erections. Personally speaking I like them, because it usually means I am thinking of Mistress Michelle and her devious deeds!

Hummmmm......I do not recall you telling Me of this problem, and I certainly do not remember you asking to remove My cage! Now, we both know you would have been allowed to remove it, but the issue is you didnt ask! More bad points in My book for you!!! Shame you arent close by, I could lock this steel one on you than My cks brought Me!! I dont think it would cause the same issues, plus its heavy and I know you would LOVE that!! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

**I'm sorry....** mistress, I am so sorry. I should have contacted you first and I was remiss. Just know that I did remove it for any other reason than safety and I never even thought about doing anything other than letting things heal. It will not happen again. I submit to you and await any corrective instructions. Please forgive me.

> Mistress Michelle said: > YES little pet, I will lock you to My whipping post and whip you until you beg enough for Me to have mercy on you or until you pass out, which ever one comes first! > Mistress Michelle:sex020: > Click to expand... Jeez! Some guys have ALL the luck!:tortoise:

LOL mikecb. Trust me on this one; it IS all luck, good fortune, etc right up until it starts, then I classify it more in the stupidity range for getting there in the first place. Then when it is over and I am able to see and focus on how amused or happy Mistress is, then it is back to good.

VERY true little pet. pure LUCK and what one does with his/her 1 in a trillion chance with his/her good fortune is simply a result of his/her obedience and loyalty to that once in a life time luck. Mistress Michelle IS amazing! and so is little pet. sadistic and perverted just the way W/we love him also. needs to work on his asking for permission skills but his excitement for the Ripper and Attitude Adjustment Bench will fix that SOON, winks. LOVE

> cks said: > also. needs to work on his asking for permission skills but his excitement for the Ripper and Attitude Adjustment Bench will fix that SOON, winks.LOVE > Click to expand... Well I guess that is why I am in continual training. Oh well, the heart is in the right palce, I try hard, and sometimes I am hard, both of which MM will take care of soon.

Well not much has been going on in my world. But then I like to keep a low profile. Keeps me out of trouble. I have had several chats with Mistress, which I always enjoy. I have been working on a time where I can go visit and that is narrowed down. As a result, we have been chatting about that up coming visit. I have also been sharing some of my thoughts with Mistress. Like last time, the 'Mexican Prison', my mind is running rampant. I hope I dont later regret that. I know for a fact, that right now, I love thinking about it. There goes that fantasy vs reality thing again. What a struggle.

Deep breaths as Mistress Watchful told me .... lol i love ya:happy0187:

i envy you, little pet...all that time you get with Mistress Michelle and me stuck on the Left Coast hoping for table scraps....lol

LOL guidoboy. Man, I am a table scrap. Heck, last time I was their, there were times I wished I had gotten table scraps.

Hey.....I fed you silly little pet, next time you may not be so lucky!!!

OK, OK. I did a get a meal or two hear and there, but I missed a couple along the way too. And personally speaking, I feel lucky anytime I can be in your presence. So anything after that is a bonus! Miss ya, can't wait till out next meeting.

I cant wait either, My whipping horsey is just dying for you to be locked onto it with your long legs spread apart and those balls tied down, the slightest move on your part is going to hurt like hell!!! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

You can always cook some chicken... while your in the coop??? good luck on that one lol:innocent0006:

That was just not nice susie....No ones cooking My peeps!!!

iiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee and ooopppsssss:fighting0085:

Susie, I think you just got written up in the book...... Oh No.....

it will be a short story lol:anim_20:

Ps i can read yalls mind ya know (lil pets thinking you silly ass you ..eat the peeps hmmm???)MM thinking ill feed your balls to the lizards iiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee:fighting0040:

**Fell asleep at the wheel!** I can't believe that it has been so many days since I left a note here. I guess I fell asleep at the wheel, or maybe I got mesmerized by Mistress. I am starting to look forward to my next visit to see Mistress Michelle. I am not exactly sure when it will be, but it will be some time this summer. Like previous visits, there are a lot of visual type ideas being exchanged. In this case I have decided to write a book; a fantasy of sorts. Now while it is definitely over the top, it does provide some insight into my mind and the things that create energy for me. So this helps Mistress in two ways. First, it gives her ideas and information that she might later use or not. And secondly, it is entertaining for her. It is like an online book subscription service. I actually enjoy writing it. It gives me an outlet and also arouses me and since I am locked in my CB cage it provides a sort of teasing that I would not otherwise get. So the way I see it, it is a win-win or maybe a win-win-lose. That would be a win for Mistress, and Win for me (now), and most likely a negative for me later when I visit.

I'm loving the chapters of your book little pet....looking forward to the summer when I can put some of this information into practice!! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

little pet....I think you need to show us all a picture of the pretty heels and wig you are purchasing for your trip to see Me in July, along with the website as well. There are alot of sissys here that could benifit by having a pair of those locking heels!! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

**Website** mistress Michelle commanded me to acquire a pair of high heels for my upcoming visit with her. Of course, since I have a lock fetish they had to be locking. Below is a nice website that I found which has a nice selection of shoes, most of them up to womens size 14. After seeing the website, Mistress added a wig to my shopping list. I will post pictures of the shoes and wig tomorrow.

**My Shoes and Wig** I actually figured out this picture thing, so here are the Shoes and Wig that Mistress will get to enjoy! pierresilber_2052_167781059 pierresilber_2052_181761835 One other thing, a small plug for this website; I really like this website's Navigation. It is very easy to use and to narrow things down. For example, you can select High Heels from the menu on the left menu. Then when you get to the complete shoe listing, they provide quite a few ways to narrow it down such as by size, or heel size, etc. Check it out (and I am NOT getting paid to say so).

Very nice lil pet i love the site also Mistress will be very pleased im sure:chores001:

I do wonder lil pet if you have ever walked in heels??? if not be very careful in those kinda like chastity start out slowly and build up (those are ankle snappers )but so fun and sexy once you get used to them:party-073:

**Fitful Night** Last night I found my self on the road again, this time overnight in FL. I started the evening with a couple of chats with Mistress and her pet, sort of, I think. I chatted with Mistress and understand that pet was there with her. The second chat included the video cam which always results in the nipple game. You know the one where I put them on, and the SHE counts down for me to yank them off. That so hurts, but is an example of one of those games Mistress loves. So we played a couple of rounds of that game so Mistress and her pet could go off all happy and excited for bed; me, well sore. Mistress told me I had to sleep blindfolded, plugged, and chained in some manner. THe chain had to be attached to the wrists and to my cock cage. So after staying up a little late, writing another story in my on going FICTIONAL saga, I set about getting ready for bed. My vivid mind was active so I tried to be creative. I started by putting on my collar and running the chain through the D-Ring on the collar. I looped it through so exactly half of the chain was coming out either side. I locked the chain to the collar and then put on my wrist cuffs and ran the chain through the d_rings on the cuffs. Leaving some slack, I then lock both chains to my cage. So the 'theory' was that I could move my hands up and down the chain between my cage and my collar. This actually did not work very well because the links would get caught in the rings on the cuff. I really need a strong rope or cable. The remainder of the chain run down between my legs. I had a rolling desk chair in my room, so I moved it next to the bed and looped the chain around the base of the chair. This kept me from moving too far in the bed, while still allowing me to get up during the night to go to the bathroom. I would just get up, feel my way there and wheel my chair with me. Lastly I put on my blindfold and then just to make it interesting, I put on my locking head harness ball gag, over the top of the blindfold. I inserted one lock on the key strap of the harness. I then laid down to sleep. RIGHT. Sleep is not really what I would call it. In and out of restless rest is more like it. Isent to bed around 12:15 and tossed and turned for a while trying to figure out a comfortable way to lay. Normally I lie on my side, but found the back was about the only comfortable manner to lay. I finally dosed off to sleep. I woke several times for various reasons. One time, around 2, I woke in a panic as I thought my hands did not feel right. I shot up in bed breathing very hard. I tried to yank the head gag off, but couldn't. I did take that off then and tried to calm my self. I also undid my cuffs as they I was tugging on them during sleep, which is why they seemed tight. I went back to sleep with the chain still looped through the collar, locked to the cage and then to the chair. All in all, I did think about the evil, tempting Mistress Michelle, but the night was not very restful. The conflict continues!

how much sleep did you get? would you be able to sleep this way often?

> omegastar013 said: > how much sleep did you get? would you be able to sleep this way often? > Click to expand... Well, not enough that is for sure, but that is due in part to me having gone to bed late and I had the alarm set early, which rudly woke me up at 6am. The real issue, was the quality of my sleep was poor. Not sure how often I could sleep that way, but I would say that if you were put in that position or any position everynight, we would most likely adapt somewhat.

**Forgotten** So i told you that I stayed up late last night writing a new chapter in my on going fictional saga that I have been sending to Mistress. I was really proud of myself for giving the extra effort to stay the course and complete that part. I so wanted to surprise her when she woke. Kind of like a wake up present. Well......now I have egg on my face and most likely an entry in Mistress's infraction book which WILL equate to a whipping I am sure and possibly some other form of torment to go along with it. This because, I FORGOT the damn attachment. Oh well, I guess it just proves why I am the sub in this relationship. I finally sent it out just after lunch today (I hope).

I got it you silly boy....and other than the pleasure of adding another mark in My infraction book, it was worth the wait. I need to have this printed off, so I can carry it around with Me when you're here, like a refference book LMAO Have I mentioned how much trouble you are in??? I cant wait little pet, the anticipation is killing Me!! Mistress Michelle:sex020: PS...The next time you are on the phone with pet and I beep in you would be well advised to tell him to click over and you will wait!! I nearly called 911 just to prove a point!!

**Morning Surprise** Good Morning to all! It is a beautiful day here. The sun is shinning, the sky is blue, and the air is cool and crisp. As the day started, the birds singing, I got the chance to have a nice peaceful long chat with Mistress. It had been a while since we had been able to talk for that long. It was a nice treat. I am grateful our schedules allowed it and that Mistress granted me that much of her valuable time. I have however, made the mistake of sharing one of my deep dark fantasies with Mistress. She has known about it for a while and it has resurfaced in the story that I am writing for her. Then during out morning chat, she decided to test me; to see if I really would do this or not. She called me out. She told me to go pee into a glass and drink 2 or 3 big sips and then return and tell her about it. You see, for a long time, I have had the fantasy to get a golden shower and to be required to drink Mistresss golden nectar. Like many fantasies, I have no idea why this is such a desire, It just is. Well, Mistress decided to put me to the test this morning and see if I could or would actually do this to myself. So, I went off to the bathroom and complied with her command. Getting it in the glass was easy; but then looking down at it suddenly made me question why I even mentioned it in the first place. I stared at it for a good minute, trying to get up the courage to lift the glass up to my lips. I wont even go over my thoughts, as they are probably obvious. Finally, I lifted it, tilted it back and took a good drink. I repeated this two more times. When I was done, I just closed my eyes for a second and thought, what have I done? Physically it was not as bad as I thought. I never gagged or anything; so it was not overly bad, but I would not go out of my way to order a glass the next time I go out to eat. Mentally, however, it was torture. Just knowing what it was, did almost make me gag. It almost made me consider just pouring it out and just saying I did it. But I resisted that temptation, knowing that Mistress would just somehow find out. After I completed my task, I reported back to my chat and described the experience; after which she commanded me to write it here. I protested that command, more than her first command to drink it, which is funny if you think about it. When my fantasy was left just between Mistress and I it seemed ok; making it public suddenly turned it into a humiliation event. I did survive and now I will go enjoy the day; oh, and I will try to get this lingering taste out of my mouth!

little pet wait till the first time you get to drink it right from MMs' well. It is absoutley exhilrating and will put you in subspace immediately. Well at least that's what it did to me when Sherry did it a few times. But again we ran into the vanilla thing and now She won't do it anymore. Another fantasy i have along these lines is to be made to have a glass of Hers:anim_49:with dinner:character0104:while She enjoys a nice glass of wine:party0036: Rachel

pt, how deliciously humiliating, if not deliciously satisfying!:sex023: mikecb

Rachel, thanks for your reply. It’s amusing, but having another person join in lets me know I won’t be lonely on this island. I liked your wine glass idea too. I just sent an email to Mistress describing how different it feels to 'drink straight from the well' as you said, versus needing a glass like you described. To me, drinking out of a glass is more humiliating because every time you pick it up, you are making the choice to drink yourself. Taking it directly is similar in some ways, but it’s also part of a personal act where you physically touch or stay very close to your Mistress and her special spot. So yes, mikecb, I find it both humiliating and satisfying. Funny how that works!

pt, how deliciously embarrassing yet satisfying!:sex023: mikecb

Here’s a careful watch you wish for..Mistress drinks lots of coffee, you know. It was funny when we were building the coop; Mistress drinking coffee while I drank beer always seemed like a battle of the bathroom (and she usually won). I told her she’d be every golden shower person's dream come true lmao and then you posted...I almost peed my panties omg:manga_cheer:

LMAO susie. Not only are you the best sissy a Mistress could ever want, but now you’re seeing into the future!

I can picture it... The next time Mistress Michelle sees you two pets will be sipping her fresh pee while Susie is out back, hidden by the Chicken Coop at her "Still in the Woods" spot mixing yeast and urine to create a new, hopefully foamy-headed elixir! I like beer too!

Lmao I don’t think Mistress would allow that... peepers might get into it and then:fighting0038:

oh my god o.O

**Same-O, Same-O** All is calm at home. I have been talking with Mistress on most days and her pet now and then as well. Additionally, I’ve kept working on my little story where I send a new chapter to Mistress every few days. It has actually turned into a book and created quite a stir in Mistress's household. So here’s what happens; I write a chapter that gets me all excited and makes me test the limits of my cage. Then I send it to Mistress who reads it and gets excited too. Sometimes she chats with me afterwards and is very suggestive, which excites me again. Next, she gives it to her pet (who lives in the same house as you know) and he gets excited too. Then typically I am led to believe they engage in activities that address either both their needs or at least Mistress's needs with help from the pet. So what you end up with is a happy and satisfied Mistress, a happy and horny (and somewhat satisfied) pet, and a very horny little pet. Hmmm, there seems to be a pattern developing here. Dang, I just wish I lived really close by; then maybe I could help out the pet with Mistress and have some fun too.

Hey lil pet you always keep our minds squirming (at least mine lol) and thank you so much for your comment about the best sissy (I proved that wrong last night, I'm an idiot). Back to you: I know MM is looking forward to your next visit. As far as drinking from the carton goes (bad choice of words), having it at her special place was much better (back to me being an idiot) not sure how big pet would feel about that one hmmmmm. I always thought being bound with the horse and funnel/hose device would be really nice... ok enough babbling for now.. love yaaa and everyone here.:chores047

While I certainly couldn't muster the courage to drink that pt, I do admire you for being able to. Personally I am with susie; I think I will stick to beer! Keep up the posts even though I don't contribute much to your thread; I enjoy reading it. It helps me understand ALL the dynamics of the chaste lifestyle. I never thought in a million years I'd ever catch myself close to being a sissy in any way shape or form, but I know that while back when I had been locked up for weeks and she said heels and hose (or another week), I had no problem putting them on. LOL Perhaps everything develops like that. Best of luck to you and your Mistress.

> xcitex2 said: > While I certainly could not muster the courage to do drink that pt, I do admire your for being able to. Personally I am with susie, I think I will stick to the beer! > Click to expand... Thanks for the note xcite, I read a lot of posts too but don't reply very often. I should probably be better about that. I want to point out that while I did take a small sip or two, I still have the fantasy of being on my knees and taking it directly from Mistress. Sitting here hundreds of miles away gives me courage, but I hope I retain it when/if I am allowed to fulfill this desire. We shall see.

**Locked and Tagged** I was chatting yesterday with Mistress and kind of out of the blue she told me to send her the keys to my lock. I am planning a visit soon but not 100% sure it will happen yet. Additionally, most of you know my situation; I wear my cage somewhat covertly. So sending the keys off was a little scary—not because I don’t think I could handle it, but more due to the covert nature in which I have to operate. There have been times when I removed the cage on short notice for a period to conceal its existence. I do not take advantage of those times if you know what I mean, but I remain anonymous. Now I will add that MOST of the times I worry about getting caught (in the device) never seem to actually be an issue, and Mistress knows this too. So back to MM's request; naturally I protested as I do not want to upset the apple cart at home or work, but Mistress persisted. I finally suggested locking up with some numbered tags. This gives me an out if needed and also allows Mistress to know if that occurred. So I am now locked and numbered: 347700.

**Cleansing** Well yesterday I was chatting with Mistress during a chance online meeting. During the chat she gave me an assignment: give myself a warm enema. Like a broken record, I initially protested which was totally rebuffed by Mistress. I explained that I didn't really have proper equipment for this operation. She told me to make do; use a water bottle. So with no more excuses, I said I would do it after mowing the lawn. I spent the next hour or so outside mowing and then came in to shower before doing my JOB. I scurried around finding a water bottle but those threads on top for the cap seemed harsh; so I looked for another implement. Finally found 2 small plastic bottles. One had a small flip-up squirt tube, and the other had a long skinny spout sticking up about two inches turned 90 degrees with another couple of inches out. The tip came to a point used to squirt water into a confined space. I got the shower started then filled all three bottles with warm water after cleaning off from yard work before installing the enema. Decided to start with the water bottle first. Put it up to the rear entrance and worked gently. Getting close but couldn't get quite right. Then figured, since it has threads, I turned it a little using them to my advantage. This seemed to work and I did NOT hurt myself. Gave it a good squeeze and WOOSH in it went. About half the water shot inside. Took each smaller bottle positioned them just right and squeezed. They both worked much easier except there was so little water they didn't add much volume initially. Refilled smaller ones once redid them then redid larger bottle once. Satisfied I accomplished my task relaxed in shower a few minutes while letting enema brew. Several minutes later started feeling cramps. Got out dried off held it longer before going to bathroom expelling it. It wasn't until this morning I shared experience with Mistress which was followed by command to post here. When she commanded the enema said something about arousing me somewhat assuming because of prostate pressure. However didn’t seem to feel those feelings at all so not sure if others find an enema erotic or not. Maybe it has to do with setting; most things done to yourself aren't nearly as fun as when done by someone else.

Well I don’t know about you little pet but I certainly enjoyed it!! LOL Mistress Michelle:sex020:

Well Mistress if you are happy that is all that matters.

**Nothing New** Not much new to report here so I guess will keep it short! Can just hear everyone say in unison "RIGHT....little pet keeping it short." Been fairly busy with life as most of you can identify with unfortunately haven't had too much opportunity to chat with Mistress leaving a feeling of void. As mentioned in her post ordered my new locking heels looking forward (I think) to those always wanted wear them and feel what it is like being made to. Fear/figure will like for few minutes then realize pain to wear right about time ready kick off AND CAN'T ponder How do women wear these things? Then sure Mistress has smart comment Well you wished for now got Enjoy! Soon another fantasy becomes real.

good luck little pet. i'll be eagerly following along here!

Hey my friend lil pet you forgot..you wished for now got WHACKKKK lol im sorry .. every idea comes down to me ya know but its all good i sure hope dont want sex change ..holy crap lol ...know Mistress loves very much as do keep up (good work) say that with tear have fun visit Goddess:help-0031:

:sex020: Pet and I just read your last chapter of book writting Me...hes hard and wet!! GOOD job little pet Mistress Michelle:sex020:

> Mistress Michelle said: >:sex020: Pet and I just read your last chapter of book writting Me...hes hard and wet!! GOOD job little pet > Mistress Michelle:sex020: > Click to expand... Hmmm at least someone benefits..... Have fun!

**Out of town** So out tonight means CAM session with Mistress Michelle. Always treat hooking cam with Mistress. Of course no cam session goes by where she doesn't torment nipples. Or rather correct way put it's ME torment own nipples. First order business insert butt plug took forever drop three times. Once in returned camera clothes pins went on chatted quite while then TIME yank them off get count down and yanked ONLY 1 came off yanked another time remaining one nothing glued once finally got nipple FIRE due pain rolled over side out of view camera might guessed Mistress couldn't see saw only one came back on recounted got this time lurched forward HURT guess face not in camera didn't On again last stayed still couple seconds before doubled pain Satisfied concluded session off bed. Will sleep butt plug inserted blindfold wrist restraints collar THen chained bed will see goes Normally don’t sleep well state Good night Mistress!:)

Hope slept well little pet!! Didn must have been unconsciously thinking you not sleeping all chained collared nipples fire need nap already!:cat: Mistress Michelle:sex020:

Mistress sorry didn’t sleep well last night probably starting get worked up about upcoming visit imagine arm twitching waiting fresh meat WHIP! Well usual last night interesting different way whole seemed out sync started 'camed' last night every time Mistress asked particular toy took forever find found everything except dropped butt plug three times trying put torment nipples three times couldn't prepare sleep blindfolded chained some way Like last time chained chair beside bed could get needed acts like rolling ball chain settled notice room hot get make far side adjust AC cooler head back figure continue bathroom up walking pulling chair behind suddenly hear crash look darkness see small blue light floor That is laptop which USE on table cord caught wheel chair rolled pulled CRAP!!! put back got cord way continued figured would morning broken couldn't midnight Head into bathroom take care business sitting plug shoots goes swim DANG just night retrieve sink deal morning. Finally make bed toss turn typically assignments get aggressive chaining no exception attached small piece chain one wrist locked CB Cage severely restricted range motion hands resulted could lie comfortably on back every little itch unresolved reach work contortionist get didze off little bit position awoke time Eventually interest getting rest ability work morning undid hand After turned side normally sleep OK rest night would usually wake rolled over usually some digging side adjust go back sleep. By laptop lives!!

well that was certainly testimony self control respect for your Mistress. Goddess secured bed third night row while had give up sleeping side all certainly endure nipple clamps plug let own hand Take care best wishes time fly see Mistress person. Mistress Michelle hoping get nap.

**Brave or Stupid** Well, I am not sure why I did the following, but I did. As you know, I am out of town working. I got up early and then chatted with Mistress. When I got done, I decided I would go to the lobby of the hotel to eat breakfast. I did not have to leave until 10 am. I had all my 'things' with me and one of the items I had in my bag was a BRA. I thought, well I am in a strange place, no one knows me except my working partner and I am 99% sure they will be in their room. So, I took a chance, and put the BRA on. Next I put a golf shirt on then looked real hard in the mirror. Hmmmm, well you can see the straps fairly easily. Not quite ready for it to be that easy, so I put a tee shirt on and then my golf shirt. Again, I examined very closely. That was not too bad. I put my shoes on and ventured out, for the very first time, wearing a bra, in public. I was very self conscious and nervous. I really did not want to be discovered. What if my co-worker was also getting breakfast? The walk down the hall was long. My plan was to fix myself a plate and then return to my room to eat. I did not want to 'be out there' too long. As I walked the hall I must have looked down a hundred times at my chest to see if you could tell anything. I found if I walked totally upright, sometimes you could see 'something'. So I would make sure my shoulders were more forward, than back and that seemed to do the trick. As I got close to the breakfast room, I noticed that there was one table directly at the end of the hall at the entrance of the breakfast room. There just happened to be two middle aged ladies sitting there. DANG, just my luck. My mind ran at a hundred miles an hour. *What if they see me, or notice I have bra straps; what will they think?* I tried to walk by them normally and I think I did, but I was extremely nervous. I fixed my plate and was ready to go back to my room to eat. However, for some reason, there was a room off to the side that had additional seating to eat, so instead of going back to the room, I decided to extend my stay and eat in there. The room was vacant, but since I was close, I ended up going back two different times to get some additional food. Each time I had to walk by that table with the two ladies. When I headed in the direction towards the room where I was eating, I looked into the eyes of one of the ladies. Each time she looked at me differently, or at least I perceived that she did. Once I past her, I would look down, and I never saw anything different, but I sure felt like she knew something. I finally finished my breakfast and went back to my room. All in all I was 'Out there' for about 20 - 30 minutes. Wow! Was I Brave or Stupid?

Parinoid would be a good word. I think you did well little pet and you know as well as I do that no one knew. If anything they were all probably wondering why you were so nervous, and let Me tell you, walking around in public appearing nervous is not good!! Lighten up little pet....do it again, come on I know you can, and will LOL :sex020: Mistress Michelle

Paranoid, that word fits perfectly. I was very paranoid. And like you said, I am sure they nothing. But you know how powerful the mind is, especially mine, so I was nervous because I did not want to be "out'ed". > Mistress Michelle said: > Lighten up little pet....do it again, come on I know you can, and will LOL > Click to expand... We will see what the future brings. But more than going out again in full female under garments, I am more concerned about my upcoming visit to see you. First, I hope nothing comes in the way of it happening. And secondly, I am getting nervous about all that I have told you. Hopefully I have not bit off more than I can chew.

When i first started wearing mine in public i had the same thoughts. Now i hope someone notices. At time i think they do but it could just be wishful thinking. Remember how worried we used to be about the lump in our pants? Randy

> subhubinpa said: > When i first started wearing mine in public i had the same thoughts. Now i hope someone notices. At time i think they do but it could just be wishful thinking. Remember how worried we used to be about the lump in our pants? > Randy > Click to expand... LOL, Randy. That is funny. Truth be told, I think there was a small (very small) piece of me that wanted someone to notice. I am not sure why, but then why would I wear it our in the first place. Unlike women, I had no actual need for it.

**Free at LAST** Just checking to see if anyone thought I had gotten out of my CB Cage. Actually I am still in my cage, just out from jury duty for the day. I wish I had some hot update like xcite2 in his journal, but that will just have to wait until this weekend. Of course, after my visit with Mistress I am sure the update will be more painful than hot.

**Idea for nipple training** A Mistress once commanded me to torture my nipples for a week, 4 times a day for 30 minutes a time. I was to use either clothes pegs or Clover clamps. Now, the interesting part was that I had a timer on my PC which was set for 30 minutes. Every 5 minutes I had to stop the counter, remove the clamps, turn them 90 degrees and do another 5 minutes. Believe me, after 2 or 3 turns things start to get very interesting. Give it a try sometime and see what you think!!

Thanks for the hint Omega...I will try this during little pets visit the end of this week LOL...Cant wait!!! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

Doh! Now you did it omega! Poor little pet! LOL

WOo hoo! I'm glad I'm not the ONLY one getting other people in trouble around here! lol. Nice one omega!:yes1: mikecb

**Vote...** Do I have a vote in this? I know this is a rhetorical question, but it had to be asked.

**Apologies** Sorry for voicing my experience so that your Mistress could see them - I should have known better!! I will try to get my KH to extend my lock-up for a week in way of compensation:scared0016: Hope that if you are used in this way you don't suffer too much.

Omega, good idea, but go ahead and ask for two weeks, becuase I know I will feel this for sure. No hard feelings though, it goes with the territory. I know I have done the same with Mistress Michelle. So I bought her some new whipping tools. Well guess what, everyone gets the benefit. So it is just how it goes, but you can still get the second week for me.

**Plus 2 weeks** I'll work on my KH and get an extension of 2 weeks. I'll think of you then for sure!!

> omega369 said: > I'll work on my KH and get an extension of 2 weeks. > I'll think of you then for sure!! > Click to expand... LOL, I can see it now, you are on your knees begging for another 2 weeks of lockup. You KH will look at you like you are from Mars and then of course grant you your request times 2. At this point, I would gladly take the extra lockup to the nipple play, which is not my favorite pasttime, which is probably why Mistress loves it so much. I think that is called "The Circle of Dominance", or something like that.

Well I am only a day and a half away from being under the strict but caring hand of Mistress. I am nervously excited about arriving there. Then yesterday, I started leaking quite a bit. It would happen at random times for no apparent reason. At one point, I thought I was going to have a slightly embarrassing situation, if you now what I mean.

You may have a few slightly embarrassing situations when you get here little pet!!! 24 hours from now you better be here!! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

mmmmm this is looking good from this point of view.:sex020: Can't wait to hear the stories!

> xcitex2 said: > mmmmm this is looking good from this point of view.:sex020: > Can't wait to hear the stories! > Click to expand... Well, I am not sure I like the sound of that......

**Good luck** Hope you enjoy your visit I'm not sure when my release date will be so I have to wait until I'm told before asking for an extra 2 weeks. It will be done though. Reading about your "fun" will be worth it I think:confused0068:

**Surfaced** little pet has surfaced and has survived. I have to report for work in 30 minutes or so, but I wanted to say quickly.....WOW. My visit was short, but intense to say the least. My ass is sore, my cage is FULL, and my desire is strong. I got to my hotel around 11 last night. Basically I came in and crashed. My mind is working so hard right now, that I can hardly focus on any one image from my stay. All the images flash before me, at the speed that Mistress was swinging that crop. As a result, I am in a constant state of trying to get hard. For now though, I will leave you with my most cherished image and memory from my stay. Right before I left her house, she gave me a parting gift; a gift I asked specifically for and was really hoping she would grant me. Being a caring Mistress like she is, she came through for her little pet. I hope she did that as a gesture towards how I did while I was there. I do not want to put words in her mouth, but I think she was pleased with me. Anyway, only minutes before I stepped out of the door for my drive, she gave me a cup of her precious, golden nectar. I lit up inside, almost beaming with pride as she handed the cup to me. The cup was pure white inside and was a stark contrast for the deep yellow contents that it contained. I looked up at her to see her smiling, to which I returned a smile and then drank the contents down. What a way to leave. Before I had gotten dressed, Mistress had given me 5 or 6 swats for the road. Then to get that privileged again was a big boost for me; a sign that I had earned another level of her trust. As I drank, I felt I was in heaven. I did make a small face, for the first time, and that initially offended Mistress. For that I am truly sorry; however the last taste of Mistress I got was extra strong and caught me a little off guard. In a way, it was like you had planned it that way. The taste lingered for quite a while and was a constant reminder of who holds me key! More to come..........

Mistress Michelles' nectar you lucky little pet. Rachel

**The Overnight - Part 1** This is the first part of my recap from a brief overnight stay with Mistress Michelle. It might be on the longer side, but as you know, I tend to get wordy occasionally. Enjoy; it was fun for me! I got to Mistress Michelles place around 8:20 pm, about twenty minutes behind schedule. With butterflies fluttering in my stomach, I stepped out of the car with confidence and walked up to the door to knock. The dogs rushed over quickly to either greet or guard against this unknown visitor at their door. Mistress opened it for me. Because I have visited her personally a few times before, I felt less nervous than usual, though my mind was still racing in a thousand directions wondering what would happen during the next 24 hours. We moved into the living room where Mistress, pet, and I chatted for a bit. However, because she didn't have much time to spend with me, our visit ended quickly when she said Handem over. From my last visit, I knew this meant she wanted my wallet, phone, and keys. I handed them all over promptly, after which she just stared at me, waiting for me to take off my clothes. Doing as instructed, I found myself standing before this wonderful, powerful woman in nothing but my cage. It felt both scary and erotic. Naturally, the first step of any visit after undressing is the inspection. Mistress sat in her chair while I stood right in front of her with hands clasped behind my back. She examined my cage closely; it was secured with two plastic removable locks. She stroked my caged cock, which prompted a reaction or at least an attempt to react. I really enjoy this because touch is rare for me, so having Mistress caress my enclosed package feels like a special treat. Then, just to up the stakes, she leaned down and kissed the cage. Mentally, that was highly arousing, but what truly stood out was that I felt almost nothing. I expected to feel her warm lips against me, yet the cage did its job perfectly, protecting me as well as the Great Wall of China. She led me into her bedroom where she had my cage set up in a corner area. That would be my home for the night. Once it was assembled, she showed off the new locking heels and wig I had ordered. Next came getting ready for the evening's torment: whipping. I carried her whipping post and box of toys to the living room. She began preparing me for what was coming. Knowing she was about to lock me to that post and plug my mouth with a large gag, I took the chance to ask for some water. Mistress looked at me with an odd but mischievous smile and remarked something like You better drink all you want now because you wont be getting THAT later! She meant her pee, which is what I hoped for. This caught me slightly off guard; through innuendo, she made it clear that this fantasy was about to become real life. I felt excited yet nervous. It always happens when a dream becomes reality—they rarely match up exactly as imagined. The sensation isn't unpleasant, just usually quite different. On went the wrist restraints and ankle restraints. After securing these, she locked my ankles to the whipping post. My escape was severely slowed at best, and completely PREVENTED at worst. She then retrieved her set of adjustable nipple clamps and attached them. It literally stole my breath, which only amused Mistress. I must say that nipple torture is likely my least favorite kind, which seems like a true definition of the word. My gasping didn't change anything regarding it. Mistress then brought out the new harness I had bought. It was a heavy full-head harness featuring an inflatable penis-style gag. She put it on and added about 8 locks to it; it can take up to 13 if you lock every buckle. A few quick pumps later, pet was muffled. Then she worked on locking my hands to her whipping post. This was the first time using this setup with me, so it took some time to sort out the details of securing me down completely. Her whipping post is a homemade sawhorse where your feet are locked to the legs on one side while you bend over and have your wrists secured on the other side. Since the height of the person being tied changes how things align, it took a moment to find a combination that worked well. Eventually, though, I was locked in place, unable to move or speak intelligibly—in short, almost the perfect position for a slave under a Mistress. Before starting my restraint, she ensured I saw her entire collection of whipping tools. Her assortment has grown quite extensive, and she is not shy about using ANY of them; indeed, it seems like an obligation to USE THEM ALL. She decided to take her time, letting me stew in that position for a bit. I think she went to get pet some coffee while pouring herself a glass of wine. I stayed put, struggling with the penis gag. She had inflated it significantly, causing saliva to pool in my mouth since swallowing became difficult. The struggle was figuring out what to do with all that fluid. I eventually learned how to force it out. It was amusing because being in this position didn't allow the saliva to flow freely from my mouth either. So, there I was, basically drooling on the floor while waiting. Classy isn't it! She returned to the room and sat beside me, announcing that we would play a game. A trivia-style game, but since I am gagged, I knew I wouldn't be answering verbally. She explained she would ask pet questions; if he answered correctly, all was well, but if HE missed an answer, I WOULD GET WHIPPED. Hmmm, sounds fair! So she started asking him many personal questions about their past, such as when their first date was and the color of her first car, among other things. Luckily for me, pet did well, so I didn't receive too many strokes. She then began asking harder questions because she wanted to WHIP. Since pet seemed to answer correctly about 75% of the time, she finally decided to end that game and switch directly over to whipping. One thing that made this game interesting was the stress level. Because I never knew if an answer was right or wrong, I had no way of knowing when a stroke from Mistress might come; this added a very intriguing mental dynamic. She then began whipping me. The first strike she gave me used her favorite paddle, stubby. It is a short but wide paddle. Because it is short, she can swing it quite effectively, and upon impact, it covers a lot of surface area while increasing the chance that the entire paddle hits the target simultaneously. And the very first stroke was extremely hard and produced a loud smack. I think this was my wake-up call. Game ON!! She gave me a few more strokes and then walked around in front of me, let some air out of the gag, and made me ask for my beating. She had me repeat her own words: Mistress will you please give me a whipping? Mistress will you please lock me to your whipping post? Mistress will you then use all of your tools to whip me? Mistress will you please give me a whipping? Mistress will you please go way past what I can tolerate? Mistress will you please whip me until I cry? These are phrases or requests I had written or said to her before, but she made me repeat them; forming sort of a contract. She wanted me to know that I asked for exactly what she was about to do. Mistress did not disappoint. Then she started methodically whipping me with all of her tools. It is hard to describe precisely how it felt other than saying it was very painful and the most severe whipping I had ever received. Eventually, I reached a point where I was begging her to stop. At that moment, she reminded me that we hadn't established what reaching my limit actually meant—in other words, if we don't first know what you CAN handle, how do we know when to go PAST your tolerance? So, I had no answer for that, which simply allowed her to continue. She was mostly looking for tears, which I asked her to make. This however never did occur. There were a few times, where she had me reduced to a pile of dry sobbing, but I never got to the point of crying. Near the end, it got so bad, that as she struck me, I was jerking at my restraints reacting to the pain. One time I weakened one set of legs on the sawhorse. She eventually unhooked me from there. However, the whipping did not stop. She realized that in that position, it caused her to strike the upper portion of my backside, and it was not as easy to strike the lower portion of the butt or upper thighs. So she had me get into her favorite whipping position, which is on all fours. She then commenced to getting after it again going after some new territory on my backside. I have no idea how long the beating went on, but I do know that I was sweating profusely and was exhausted from it. I know I got to a point of begging and pleading for her to stop, no less than ten times. She made sure I knew what each tool felt like, especially the ones I had purchased for her. She seemed to take joy and pride in striking me with my own tools of destruction. She found this funny and ironic. I know she said she actually drew blood on one swing in particular. I am not sure if she liked that or not, but it did make an impression on her. I can say that I felt no different, because they all hurt like hell at that point. Maybe a little blood makes it a badge of honor for me. Mercifully, it did finally end at some point. I was scolded somewhat because I was not crying. Mistress took that as meaning I still had not even reached my limit. Remember, I had asked to go to my limit, whatever that was, and they beyond. I had asked to be whipped until I cried. So she was scolding me for asking for something, that I later was begging for her to stop. Honestly, I think I was at my limit, but that is a somewhat nebulous concept. So we may never know. Honestly, at this point, I am not totally sure what happened next, since my mind was shot. I was overwhelmed, with fear, pain, and physical exhaustion. I think if you look at the pictures in Mistress Michelles profile, they will speak for themselves. But, if memory serves me correctly, she ended up leaving me lying on the floor to recover while she took pet for his shower. At some point, she installed the steel CB Cage that she has. I am not sure if she did it before pets shower or after. I just know it did get installed. It was definitely heavy, but comfortable. When aroused, it also lets the cock get more erect (longer) than the CB-2000 that I normally wear. I also found the smooth metal ring to be very comfortable. The other interesting thing about this cage is the the penis cage part, is shaped more like a cock. AS you will see, I notice this later in the night. I laid there, did not move, and just relaxed. I felt as if all the energy in my body just flowed out of me. My mind was jumping from one thought to another on all sides of what had just happened. I almost dozed off to sleep at one point. Finally, Mistress and pet returned. I was on my back, blindfolded, just resting. She nudged me and I flinched a little. She asked how I was doing and just made sure I was OK. I think the shock of the beating had worn off by this point and I was feeling OK. She did remind me that the beating was not over, but would start anew the next day. That was not really the best news I could have. She also told me that she had a surprise for me the next day. I knew from comments, that it included a trip away from the house. In what condition, or dress that I would be in, was a mystery. Now it was about time for bed, but before Mistress got me up from the floor, I feel her step over me and then kneel down. She knelt so that her smooth, shaved pussy was right on my mouth. She adjusted herself a few times to get a good comfortable position. As she did this, all I could think about was my desire to drink straight from her as she urinated. My heart started to pound as I wanted this badly, but was not sure how I would do. My mouth was now wide open waiting. But after Mistress had finally adjusted herself, I lay there mouth open and nothing was happening. I waited for 15 20 seconds and still nothing happened. Then I decided that maybe Mistress had other plans. So even though I did not have permission, I took a risk a slowly licked her pussy a couple of times and then waited for a reaction. I did not get yelled at, pinched, or hit, so I took that as a sign to proceed. I then spent the next 15 minutes or so in heaven as I orally pleasured Mistress. To make the scene even more erotic, her most trusted mate and partner, pet, is sitting behind watching this event unfold. He then starts coaching me, encouraging me as I work. I do know that pet has this fantasy to watch someone pleasure his Mistress, but as you know, having a fantasy and living are completely different. However, I can tell you in this case it was real. It did not take long for me to totally captivated by the events. Mistress finally decided it was time to end and she slowly removed herself from my face. I was in heaven. Orally pleasing a woman is probably my single most favorite thing to do and to be allowed this pleasure Mistress was beyond an honor, and to be allowed to participate and fulfill her pets fantasy was the ultimate. I am eternally grateful. Before she headed off to take pet to bed, she asked me if I liked that. I whispered back that I did; it was a dream come true. I did tell her that I wished I could have seen it as well, but I thought that my mind did a pretty good job of filling in the details. Mistress helped pet from his chair and into the bedroom. I again, just laid on the floor taking in the latest activities. Wow, how could I be so lucky? It was some time before Mistress returned, but when she did, she helped me from the floor. She took my blindfold off for the moment so we could clean up the living room somewhat. Knowing that I was probably going to be sleeping inside a locked cage, I asked if I could go to the potty and get some water. I was denied on both accounts. She said, I have that already taken care of. There is a bottle in your cage to use, and once you use it, then you can drink it. There will be NO liquid in that bottle by morning time. In fact, that is all you will get to drink for the remainder of your trip. WHAT!!!! I think to myself. She is not serious is she? My fantasy is to drink your pee not MINE, I think to myself. We get to the bedroom door, and she puts the blindfold back down. She leads me into the rooms and I stumble along behind. She stops me at the foot of the bed and she turns me slightly. I can tell she sat down on the bed in front of me. She then pushes my head down towards the bed. Since I was blindfolded, there was an awkward moment, as I did not know what I was doing. However, that became quickly apparent, as she was having me orally pleasure her again. She shoved my face deep into her crotch, which is now soaking wet. I eagerly go back to work. I am there maybe five minutes when she gives me the honor of seeing her. She pulls up my blindfold and then pushes me back down. Pet is lying beside her and she is lying down at the end of the bed with her legs bent at the knees and spread wide apart so that I have full access. The angle for me is a little awkward on my neck, but I do not care. I approach this like I am trying to prove that I am worthy of the task. I want to prove that I can do a good job, so maybe; just maybe I will get the opportunity again. I am now in 7th heaven. Again, Mistress decides that it is time to stop and pushes me away. She sits up, gets off the bed and directs me to the cage. I crawl in, curl up, and watch, as she closes the door, and then locks a lock in place. I am now, truly at the mercy and whim of Mistress. To be continued.

heavenly!!!

God im horny!!!!!:chores011:

Woo hoo!!:sign0011:

You luckey sissy:smilies_xxx22:

> maidmisty said: > You luckey sissy:smilies_xxx22: > Click to expand... I do feel lucky; maybe even the luckiest sub around, but I did have to work for and tollerate alot to get there.

Part 2 must be so hot it melted the post!! Not here little pet...remember that book of infractions?? I'm getting it out. Mistress Michelle:sex020:

ahh, another sub with a book of infractions. Mistress makes me keep my own book. if i miss posting an infraction in my book Mistress doubles the punishment.

**The Overnight - Part 2** Oops, here it is.....Sorry All. While I knew before I even came to visit Mistress that I would be sleeping in this cage, I find myself suddenly very lonely and very low or substandard. Mistress locks the cage door and then bends down and looks at me through the cage. I look back through the bars of the cage realizing that I cannot get out. I am her toy; I am her little pet. My next move is totally in her hands. I being in this cage to being on the floor and looking up into her eyes and it is completely different. Outside the cage, I could get up and run away if I wanted, but not now. I am under her forced control. She reminds me about my bottle which is to be used for any nighttime relief and then I am to drink anything that I put into it. I hope you enjoy it little pet, she says and then leaves the room. I know from her routine, that she is going to the computer and will chat with any of her subs that are online and catch up on the Mansion Site. The room is mostly dark, but is lit by a lighthouse lamp near my cage. A tape of oceans waves plays loudly in the background. The cage is fairly small for a property of my size. It is wide enough so that I can lay flat on my back, but of course is not long enough to stretch out; in fact, if I lay on my back, I cannot even bend my legs and get my feet flat on the floor. The height of the cage is such that I can sit up, but I have to have my head bent over almost 60 degrees to do so. In other words, I will not be sitting in the cage, and I will not be lying flat on my back in the cage. The cage is equipped with a fairly comfy pad on the bottom and Mistress gave me one pillow and one blanket to try and keep warm. Mistress keeps her room very, very cold at night, but she has pet, and many blankets to keep herself warm; I will struggle to stay warm throughout the night. And lastly, Mistress gave me a large plastic container with a screw on lid that I can use to pee into during the night. Being so thoughtful, the lid of the container is one that has a small flip top lid that can be opened to drink from. So I can take the lid off and insert my caged penis into the bottle to fill it and then put the top on and drink form the smaller opening in the lid. Very convenient should you ever need to pee in bad and then drink it! As soon as Mistress left the room, she closed the door behind her. I assume pet was already asleep or at least quietly laying in bed. I sat up in the cage and surveyed my surroundings. I looked for her clock radio so I could see what the time was, but I was unable to find it. I knew this would probably be troubling to me later in the night. I guess just due to my human nature, I looked at the three locks on my cage. Two of them were locked on either end of the cage, locking the top to the end. These two locks were put on when the cage was setup and prevented my escape by way of disassembling the cage. And the third lock, of course, was installed on the door. Convinced that I was going nowhere, I first pondered if I would go ahead and relieve myself or try to wait. Maybe I could wait all night and Mistress would let me out so that I could use the potty in a normal manner in the morning. She has been known at times to play mind games and I was wondering if this was one of them. I decided, given that she expected me to drink all of my own pee, that I did not have to go that bad anymore so I waited. I then laid down and tried to figure how I would get comfortable. At first, I thought it would not be too bad; however it did not take long for me to realize that I was sadly mistaken and it was going to be a long night. With no clock to verify time, I am not sure how long Mistress was gone at the computer, but I estimate that she was out there at least 45 minutes and I spent most of that time just trying to lay still and fall asleep. The more I tried, the more awake I got. I normally sleep on my side, so I thought it would be fairly easy to get to sleep. The only thing that would be different is that I would not be able to stretch out. Boy was I wrong. First of all, I usually sleep with at least three pillows, but tonight I only have one. This was a major issue. Like most people, I need one under my head, but then I also put one under my hips to support myself when laying on my side. So I struggled with this issue all night. Then when I was on my side, I had to curl my legs up, simply to fit in the cage. Again, the length/width were not quite long enough, so my feet and/or toes always seemed to be in a slightly awkward position. Then I found that while the pad was comfy at first glance, it was not nearly thick enough for someone like myself. So after laying on my side for 20 30 minutes, my hip bone would get sore and then I would roll over to the other side. Each time I rolled from one side to the other, I had to shift myself to go diagonally the opposite way to make it work. So there was a lot of movement to get this done. One of the things I had to do was move my bottle each time because I would normally have it on one side of the cage, but when I shifted, I had my back to the side and had to remember to move it to the other side. Getting use to the small space was providing to be a challenge. All this time, after I would get situated, my mind would wonder, and I usually ended up getting very aroused inside my metal cock cage. A few times I even reach down and grabbed my cage like I might normally try to grab my own cock. Between my restlessness and the amount of light and the volume level of Mistresss tape, I never came close to going to sleep. When Mistress completed her work on the computer she came back in and again stopped by the cage and peered in at me. This again made me feel very inferior; I am not sure I have ever felt this way before. She then commented that I had not yet used my bottle. I told her that I was going to try and wait it out. I even mentioned that I thought in the morning she might let me go normally, however she quickly dashed that hope. Once I knew, I was drinking my own urine, I went back and forth on whether I would just do it right there in front of her to prove my submission and dedication to her, or if I would wait until she went to sleep and not give her the satisfaction of seeing me do it. Regardless, she would know that I did it because drinking it was the only way to get rid of it and I was NOT going to test the waters to see what would have happened should I have filled the bottle, but then not drained it. The stubborn side of me won my little internal battle and I decided to wait it out as long as possible. Mistress crawled into bed, and except for the air conditioner and the ocean waves crashing from her tape deck, the room fell silent. I laid back down and resumed my struggle to find a comfortable spot. When I laid on my side where I was facing Mistress and her bed, I would peer up there wondering what she was doing. Was she touching pet; teasing him, or was she simply going to sleep? Was she thinking of ways to torment me the next day, or was she content in her work so far? I longed to be in that bed; it would be warm and cozy and I could stretch out; AND, if she needed me to do anything for her or pet, I would be right there; on call, so to speak. My inability to get comfortable continued as the night went on and each time I flipped over, my frustration level increased. This added to the list of things that were preventing me from sleeping. I am not sure how long I waited after Mistress came back into the room, but after about 30 minutes I would guess, I decided that I would go ahead and get my first urination over with. I figured that the first one would be the hardest to do; picking up a container of pee, my own pee at that; looking at it, and then lifting it to my own lips, I knew would be a challenge. I turned over and got on all fours so that gravity would work its best. I then took the lid off my bottle and set the bottle up under my caged cock. I lowered myself slightly and the cage slid right into the opening, almost like I was pushing it into a waiting vagina. I know, wishful thinking, or maybe more accurately put, HORNY thinking. I released the contents of my bladder into the bottle. To make sure that I did not knock over the bottle, I was holding it at the bottom with one of my hands. As the bottle started to fill, I could feel the heat from the urine heat the bottle and bleed through to my hand. That small sensation gave me butterflies in my stomach. It acted as a clue that I was really going to have to take this bottle and drink it down. That warm sensation on my hand made it real. When I finished, I paused like a man who has just come inside a woman. I looked down at the bottle and saw my midnight snack and I also stared at my caged cock, still inserted inside the bottle. It was at this point, that the sensation or lack of sensation on my cock crushed my picture and my thoughts of actually being inside a woman. If I was, I would be feeling that wonderful, warm, surrounding sensation. But all I felt at this moment was the cold of the metal CB-cage. Still looking down, I raised my hips and withdrew myself from the bottle. I paused and then sat up and put the lid on. I briefly considered putting the bottle aside and addressing the undesirable task left of drinking the contents for later. However, I decided that would be unwise. I mustered up the courage and opened the flip top lid and lifted the bottle towards my face. I stared at the warm, yellow liquid and tried not to think about where it came from. As I moved the bottle towards my lips, the unique scent escaped out through the drinking hole. That again, made me cringe; I was about to drink my own pee. Why am I doing this, I think. I am doing it because Mistress had told me to do it. I am doing it in hopes that I will prove myself worthy of receiving hers. With that thought I tilt the bottle upward and I take in several gulps. I stop and the sensation overwhelms me as I swallow it down. Tears almost come to my eyes; my emotions are running rampant. But as I calm down, I realize that my mind is making me feel this way. While having a slightly unique taste, it is not overly disgusting if you judge it based solely on its taste and not take into account what it is and all the stereotypes that go along with it. I raise the bottle again and take a few more drink sips. I repeat the process several times until it is all gone. I made through the first time! No gagging and I am not sick. It is not in my top ten list of things to order at the restaurant, but it was not so disgusting that I had to raise the white flag, which is a good thing because I expect I will be drinking it a lot more of it before I leave. Done with my midnight drink, I go back to my battle of trying to find a comfortable spot and drift off to sleep. Again, the light, the volume level of the background ocean tape, and my inability to stretch out leave me tossing and turning endlessly. I remember about a week ago that Mistress mentioned that she thought I might have issues sleeping during my visit and she was correct. It is all part of her grand plan, I am sure. As a flop like a fish in the cage, my mind at times would drift off and think about Mistress. Any time that this would happen, I would start to get aroused. As my cock tried to grow, it would press against the metal cage I was wearing. I would reach down and use my fingers to help guide it, pull it all the way towards the end of the cage. Once it was at the end of the cage, I would feel the entire length of my cock, pressing hard, trying to escape the bounds of the cage. This feeling only intensified my thought process and my desire to have a full fledged orgasm and to stroke myself to an erection. Sadly for me, this was not going to happen and so for comfort, I would reach down and grasp my metal cock thinking I would feel the touch, but alas, I could not. This vicious cycle of trying to sleep just repeated itself over and over. After about an hour, I again felt the need to relieve myself. I know from experience, that if I am awake and I have a need, I just need to deal with it or I will not get back to sleep. So I again, turn up on all fours and ready my relief bottle. I slide my somewhat aroused metal cock into the opening of the bottle. My mind tried to picture it sliding into Mistress; that would be heavenly. My hand feels the warmth of my liquid as it fills the container. When I am done, I hold my position as before, but this time, feeling horny, I actually raised my hips and pulled my cock out of the bottle and then pushed it back in. I repeated this five or six times; acting as if I am fucking. My cock so desperately wants to cum, so desperately wants to feel the warmth of a womans pussy. By forcing me into this cage, locking the door, and commanding I drink my pee, Mistress has me whipped up into a small and high state of arousal. It is extremely frustrating. So while I fidget due to my hormones running wild, Mistress is comfortably in her bed, wrapped up warmly in her blankets, snuggled up next to her man. I finally gather myself enough to focus on the task at hand; I have to dispose of my latest deposit. Being a little braver, I take the bottle, put it to my lips, and tilt it back. I take a few gulps of the yellow liquid and then pause to swallow. The taste this time is a little stronger; not unbearable, but definitely stronger in taste and slightly unpleasant. I do not dwell on that and simply drink the remainder of the bottle. When I finish, I lie back down and try to get back to falling asleep. No sooner am I curled up on my side, when my cock continues to call by pressing against the binds of the CB Cage. I reached down and grabbed it in a firm and manly fashion. I actually started to stroke it as if to try and masturbate. But there was no feeling. It was like having to make love to a woman while wearing a strap-on. You have the mental feeling and senses, but as you work, the actual feeling from your cock is not there; like it is numb. I did this on and off for several minutes, but finally realized any efforts to achieve pleasure were simply not possible and would be met with extreme disdain and disappointment from Mistress. The remainder of the night was long and restless. I did doze off to sleep here and there, but because there was no visible clock, I never knew if it was for 20 minutes or 2 hours. Right after my last DRINK, there were a couple of times where I drifted off, but was awaken by the smell of my own breath, which now has taken on the odor of my urine. It was an extremely long night and any sleep that I did get was NOT restful. Finally, I woke from a sleep and noticed that there was a window in the room and natural light was coming in! Mentally, this was a huge victory; I had made it through the night. My bladder was full and I knew I would get out of the cage soon, so I patiently waited for Mistress to wake and come to the cage. Once I was out, I would ask to use the bathroom like a normal person, although I knew it would be met with a negative response. I had to ask! To be continued

**The Overnight - Part 3** Mistress looms over my cage, towering like a skyscraper in downtown New York. She has been interacting with her subs online and went out to get some pet supplies before returning to deal with me. As always, I am thrilled because the long restless night is finally behind me, and I look up at Mistress hoping that today will be a day where I can please her. Yet, there is also nervousness in my heart since you never know what she has planned. She mentioned yesterday's whipping wasn't finished yet and hinted that she had something special waiting for me. It likely involves leaving the house, perhaps just to eat, which sounds simple enough except I am unsure of how I will be attired. She warned me to expect a humiliating position. Mistress looks down at me with a smile. I get the sense she enjoys having me confined in this cage; it is pure power dynamics. She can let me out or just leave me there while she goes about her day, and there is nothing I can do about it. But my visit is brief as she has work to attend to, so she opens the cage door for me to step out. Naturally, I ask if I may use the bathroom, but she points me toward the bottle instead. She sits at the end of the bed, continuing her downward gaze. It is clear she isn't leaving; privacy will be non-existent. Accepting this reality, I get on all fours and go through my peeing routine. Once finished, I replace the lid and move to kneel before Mistress. Keeping eye contact with hers, I lift the container to my lips. The fluid volume inside is double what it was last night, but I am determined to prove myself to her. I want to show that I deserve her efforts; that I merit receiving her precious golden liquid. Staring straight into her eyes, I down the entire contents of the container, almost like chugging a beer in a college contest. I finish quickly and keep looking at her intently. She asks how it was, and I give a positive answer. She nods, saying that is good, and mentions my first morning surprise. For a second, I hope she means letting me drink from her well directly. Instead, she points to something on the floor near pet's side of the bed. I crawl over and peek around the corner. One item catches my eye, but I scan the area carefully before returning focus to that specific object, though part of me hopes she isn't serious about it. Finally, I stare at it: a jug nearly full of overnight pets pee. My heart sinks into my feet as I return to my kneeling spot and look back up at Mistress. She is still smiling and asks if I saw it. Trying to mask my horror, I manage a yes. "You mean pet's?" she confirms with a nod, followed by an awkward silence. I mentally scramble for the right response while remaining locked in submission. Then, mercifully, she lets me off the hook: "I don't require you to take it." Mistress helps me up, and we head to the kitchen for breakfast. The three of us—Mistress, pet, and I—sit down to eat cereal and a cinnamon roll. I am grateful they allowed me to join them. As we settle in with our food, Mistress disappears into another room and returns shortly after having used the potty herself. She places a glass at my place setting containing her most special yellow nectar. I look from the white cup up to her face, unable to believe she is actually letting me do this. I am so happy that she trusts me enough to grant this wish. There is also a touch of fear in my excitement. We have shared this tradition for some time now; it took some persuasion on my part because Mistress wasn't initially fond of the idea. So, I really want to get this right and maintain the proper mindset given all the effort I put into convincing her. I don't want to let her down. Mistress sits with us as we begin eating. I finish my cereal first and save my special glass for last after the bowl is empty. Then I eat my cinnamon roll, drinking from the glass just like any other beverage accompanying a meal. My experience was heavenly for many reasons, which I will save to share later. I am so happy and hope Mistress feels the same. After we finish eating, she ensures pet is settled in the living room before returning herself. We then try on two new pairs of high heel shoes that I ordered, along with a wig. First up are my 5-inch locking heels. I was very curious about their fit. Since these were my first pair of women's shoes, I debated the sizing but erred toward slightly larger, and they turned out perfect. We put one on each foot and installed the locks. Then came the big moment: standing up. Amazingly, I did quite well. I didn't come close to falling and could actually walk in them. They exceeded my expectations. Mistress then placed my wig on me. It was a bit wild—long, curly brown hair—and it took some effort to keep it out of my eyes and face. I also learned that long hair gets HOT (there is a good picture of the shoes and hair posted in Mistress's albums). These are lessons you learn about women when you walk in their shoes for a day. Next we tried on the other pair, which were 6 or 7-inch heels. They were almost ballet-flat level but still high. However, they were brutal. I could stand somewhat, though my legs weren't straight, and walking was nearly impossible. I wore them briefly before taking them off to put the first ones back on. We decided those second pair were likely punishment shoes while the earlier ones were simply gorgeous. I expect that in the future, whenever I am at Mistress's, I will be either in steel shackles or these locking high heels around the clock. After our modeling session was complete, we removed everything and moved to the living area. It was time for my whipping routine to resume again. Gulp!!! My backside already displayed many unnatural shades of color, and now it would receive more attention. The question remains: how much more? To be continued

It is all calm here currently. Yesterday, I finally managed to send Mistress a picture of my locked cage along with the sealed envelope containing my spare key. Last time I visited her place, I left my primary key with her, but I had kept a spare at home. So she prepared an envelop for me so pet could put the other one inside. Additionally, she modified the lock on my cage by adding a nice painted MM emblem on each side of it. I guess she was worried I might forget who she is... NOT. I have a trip departing this morning and will be spending the night away, so I can only imagine what awaits me later today. It certainly includes nipple torture; that always seems to happen. Can't we find something else to torment besides?

Something extra to torment..... Well little pet.... I will see what I can come up with to go along with the nipple clamp!! LOL Mistress Michelle:sex020:

**headed to bed** I just finished chatting with Mistress. She did NOT disappoint; she had my nipples clamped using clothes pins for what felt like an eternity. They hurt at first, then eased up for a while before suddenly hurting like hell again. She told me that if I remained good, I wouldn't have to sleep chained tonight—a reward I was looking forward to. Well, fate was NOT on my side this evening. Sometime after the pain intensified significantly, I asked Mistress to remove them. Then the WebCam went offline, and despite several attempts, I couldn't restore it. So I had to pull the clips off without the camera recording. This means Mistress did NOT get to see the show. Consequently, I am sleeping chained to the bed tonight with a blindfold on. Furthermore, I am not allowed to go to the bathroom but will be permitted to use a cup and consume what is inside it. SO I am now heading off to sleep. My nipples are very flat for some reason and hurt terribly. Mistress also left me with a vivid erotic scene in my head to ponder as I try to fall asleep. So, my nipples ache, my cock stretches the cage, and I need to pee; so guess what that means? I am thirsty! Good Night Msitress......

Good Night My sweet and obediant little pet, and dont forget.....your reward for being such a good little pet will be right here waiting for you when I see you in August!! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

**Oh Mistress**, I am so horny this morning. Time is short to detail everything, but I am not sure how the cage held together all night. Each time I woke up for my assigned duty or was awakened by the chain moving me, a variant of the image you left me last night would play in my mind and arouse me deeply. It's happening again right now. You are wonderful and I hope I can continue to please you!!!

I am happy to hear that you enjoyed your visions last night little pet, and dont worry, you will always be able to please Me.....never worry about that!! Hope you have a wonderful safe day and I will see you tonight so you can tell Me all about what all you thought about all day! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

I just know everyone is waiting for the next update because I think many of you are having trouble sleeping and need more material to read to help put you under. Well, I hope this next 'exciting' installment arrives late tomorrow. I can tell you that all my bruises from my recent visit have vanished now. It is strange how severe they appear initially, but within less than a week, they disappear.

**The Overnight - Part 4** I don't exactly recall when we discussed it, but after my thrashing from the previous day, Mistress and I talked about how things went. We tried to determine what my limit was and also debated her whipping horse setup. Regarding limits, not much new was decided or discovered other than both of us agreeing—somewhat reluctantly on my part—that I was NOT quite at my absolute limit during the evening before. This explains why the punishment continued as it did. We also noted that the whipping horse didn't seem to work very well for me. First, it wasn't Mistress's favorite position (which would be having the victim down on all fours). Secondly, the whipping horse left me in an awkward posture because it isn't adjustable and its design keeps your head lowered for extended periods. So being the helpful sub that I am, I suggested some options to lock myself down better for my next whipping. Mistress took these suggestions and modified them to create a fairly immobilizing position. First she attached wrist and ankle cuff devices. These form the foundation of most any restraint system. Then she used her metal spreader bar which has an attached stainless steel dildo on one end, adjusting its height accordingly. Once adjusted, she told me to lie face down on the floor. Lube was applied to my rear, then the steel probe shoved up inside rather rudely. I gasped when it first entered but lay still trying to recover. It hurt for a minute or two before relaxing and subsiding. Mistress then locked my ankles to the device. Next she moved to my hands attaching a wooden spreader bar to each wrist, extending them out to either side of me. She took a second one and did the same thing on the back side of my neck. My fierce gag was attached followed by the blindfold being put in place. Once I was fully locked in position, Mistress got up and kicked the spreader bar once so it would sink deeper into my rear before leaving the room to get coffee for herself and pet. I was left alone to contemplate my upcoming fate. Strangely, knowing what was coming made me not overly nervous, though human nature compelled me to test my bonds to see if there was any way of escape. Quickly discovering that I WAS NOT going anywhere. In fact, almost all movement became nearly impossible. This realization made me a bit nervous but also excited. Nervous because I knew if things got really bad, I wouldn't be able to squirm off into the corner as I had done in the past (which makes it difficult for Mistress to continue). So now I was at her mercy. Excited because total restraint is something I always dream of; without full restraints, one feels they can use their strength to get away, but that wasn't going to happen here. Be careful what you wish for. Once Mistress returned, my beating began. There were no games this time, just good old-fashioned whipping. At this point, I don't remember which tool she used first or most often; all I know is that she utilized them ALL. Also known: the large fiberglass cane is my least favorite and is feared by all her subs personally. I think that tool borders on being dangerous. When it hits skin, it feels much larger and heavier than its actual size. It strikes with a thud like wet marine rope with a heavy knot at the end. Mistress knew it was fierce so she didn't swing it too hard. If she ever decides to swing harder or at max velocity, who knows what will happen? She beat me for quite some time, periodically resting usually when my screams grew loud. During these breaks, I would move my legs slightly causing the impaled dildo to push deep inside before pulling it out again several times. This gave comfort as I dealt with radiating pain across my backside. I stopped moving only when Mistress started striking me again. Like I said, I have no concept of time while down there, but by the end she used both cane and rubber whips repeatedly on the same spot. This pushed me to the edge of what I could handle. As this happened, I screamed and begged her to stop. She reminded me that I wanted to be taken past my limit and beyond since I wasn't crying yet SO.. it would continue. Finally, she stopped or decided to stop anyway, and I asked if I could go to my room. Looking at my face, I think she saw I needed a break. She unlocked my restraints, put on my shackles, took me to her room and locked me in the cage. I curled up inside and closed my eyes around noon. To be continued

Okay, so I'm no carpenter... which means go look at the coop. Online, I'll be such a good little girl because I don't want any of that... iiiiiiii frigin eeeee i love you Mistress:confused0046:

Ps there isn't an icon face to explain how this makes my little ass cringe:manga_lolly:

Delicate you know... winks hugsss ..and curtseys:smilies_xxx06:

**The Overnight - Part 5** My confinement to the cage came at a good time. It was probably the first time I had ever gotten to the point of being overwhelmed. I am not sure why or how I got to that point, but it was probably just a combination of many things. As soon as Mistress left the room, I tried to relax and think about everything up to this point. However, I was exhausted, mainly from my restless night, but also from the endless whipping I had just received. Even though I was restrained where I could not move, it was both mentally and physically draining. I closed my eyes and I drifted in and out of sleeping until Mistress came back in to get me. I think she left me in there about 1 to 2 hours. When she did come in, I was startled somewhat as she rapped on the cage. She asked how I was doing and then unlocked the door. After I got out, she held me close for a minute or two. I was very comforted by her actions and needed that boost. She also warmed me up with her body heat, as it was still cold in her room and I had been in there with no blanket. Mistress then led me into the living room again. I knew that we were ‘going out’ soon, but Mistress had one thing to do before we left. She again had me get on all fours and wait for her. She left the room and returned with a ginger root. I was relieved to see that is what she had planned. I was even somewhat confused, because she had done a ‘figging’ two other times and it barely affected me. Well, this thought must have jinxed me. She took the root and inserted it in my ass. Immediately I noticed that like the other times, it was not cold. The first time she did it, it even felt like it was frozen. Within minutes, I could feel my anal canal starting to burn. Shortly after that, I was starting to fidget quite a bit. This root was hurting a lot. It felt as if I was being burned chemically. I was convinced that she had put something on the root before she inserted it. The longer it was in there the worse the feeling got. After ten to fifteen minutes I estimate, I started begging for her to allow me to take it out. She declined at first. At one point, I almost just forced it out anyway, because the pain was starting to get unbearable and I was concerned permanent damage was being done. I tried to relax, but I kept pleading for her to take it out. She finally relented and removed the root. Afterwards, Mistress continued to question me about the experience. I think she thought I was making my feelings up. I can assure you that it was REAL and it HURT. I later learned that the root that she used this time was fresh, whereas the other times she had purchased it several weeks ahead of time and had stored it in the refrigerator. So, I am guessing that freshness counts. It was now time to start getting ready for my surprise outing. My understanding is that we were going out to eat. Mistress first took me to take a shower and get cleaned up. This was VERY refreshing. I washed my hair and my body, and Mistress made sure my uncaged cock was clean. I then shaved so I could be nice and smooth. When I was finished, I just stood in the warm water for a few moments and enjoyed the moment. When I got out, I dried off, and then brushed my teeth and shaved my face. Mistress then sat in front of me and inspected her slave. She rubbed her hands across my smoothly shaven pubic area and then took my soft and flaccid cock and gave it a nice kiss before demanding the cage be put back on. She smiled at me and then put the steel cage back on. Mistress then had me get dressed in normal clothes with feminine undergarments. I was to wear panties, which I do fairly frequently, and I was to wear a bra, which I never do. I have only done it once before, only a week or two earlier. So I was locked on the steel CB Cage and was wearing pink panties and a pink bra. I then put on a pair of dress shorts and a golf shirt. Luckily, the golf shirt is fairly loose fitting so the bra did not really show. I was still a little self conscious about it, but it really did not show. Mistress then remembered that she wanted me to wear a large butt plug while we were out. So she gave me the plug and had me insert it. She had tried the previous night to insert this plug, but she was unable to get it into my tight ass. I spent maybe 6 – 8 minutes working with it and I finally got it in. Once in place, it did hurt somewhat, but I felt I would adjust like I had earlier with the spreader bar dildo. Mistress then had me start to put away her toys that we had gotten out. I gathered up a handful and took them back to her room. However once I got back there in her room, I suddenly got hit with some severe pain in my ass. Almost in an instant, that butt plug went from a minor pain to severe pain. I stopped in mid step and just stood still. I would wait until I thought it had subsided and then try to take a step, but as soon as I moved a muscle, the pain shot through out my body. It was a little weird, but if felt like I was having some muscle contractions or spasms as a result of the plug. I made it a step or two forward so I could rest my hands and weight on her bed. Then I just stood still hoping that I could relax and then go about my business. Sadly, this never happened. Mistress finally came looking for me when I did not return. It took a few moments for me to get out what the issue was and then she helped me remove the plug. I was relieved when the plug was removed and shortly thereafter the pain subsided. I also felt a sense of disappointment and shame because I was not able to comply with what Mistress wanted. I am not sure why that happened, but it was probably a combination of taking too big of a step in size, and the fact that my ass had just been ‘burned and tormented’ by that ginger root. Just before we left, Mistress locked my steel collar on my neck, my cuffs to my wrists, and the shackles to my ankles. We then proceeded to the car. As we walked, Mistress laughed and commented out loud as to what people might think as she lead one man using a walker and another in chains. One was before the torture (me) and the other was after the torture (pet). It was late afternoon on a beautiful sunny day. We started driving and were headed down to the lake area and a restaurant there. Being a vacation area, I knew there would be a fair amount of people around, but we were going at an off time for eating, so I hoped most would be on the lake and not around the marina. I kept thinking that the walk to the restaurant in my shackles and chains would be the worst. Once we settled into our booth, I knew I would be able to relax. We arrived at the marina area and then drove past where I thought we would turn in. We crossed the bridge onto the other side of the lake. I started looking intently for some other commercial areas that might have a restaurant for us to eat. As soon as we got to the other side I hear Mistress say “Where did it go? Where is that tattoo parlor? It used to be right here.” My heart went to my feet; heck it might have even stopped beating for a second. Pet then replies, “Are you talking about????? (can’t remember the name as I was in shock at this time) tattoo parlor? It used to be right there in that house.” I looked over to the right and there was a house there but no longer any signs. I was close to starting my protests, but somehow I bit my lip. Mistress has told me to trust her and that she would not violate my hard limits. Pierces and tattoos are both on that list. 51% of me was saying she is just playing with me, but the other 49% was in total disbelief. I squirm silently in my seat as she drives slowly looking for the tattoo business. Only about a mile up the road, she turns into a parking lot on the left which had a pizza place in it. I knew we were going to a pizza place and I thought, *Damn, she was just jerking my chain. She wanted to see what I would say/do.* But, this is NOT were we are going, she just happened to turn around in the parking lot of a pizza place. Good planning or coincidence; I am not sure, but it was effective. Once turned around, she resumes driving at that speed where you can tell she is STILL LOOKING for the tattoo parlor. While I am extremely nervous about this development, I decide to hold my protest. We cross back across the bridge and just as we are about to turn left into the parking lot where I thought we were going, I hear pet say “There it is, they moved over here. The tattoo place is right back there.” Again, my heart stops as I wait to see what is about to happen. Mistress completes the turn into the restaurant parking lot as they talk about their tattoo parlor. Then there was one last comment about ‘next’ time, and she parked the car so we could go eat. Mentally, those type situations are killer for me. I know I can trust Mistress, and I know she knows my limits, but I also know that Mistress can be very persuasive and I fear that one day I will leave with a new hole in my body or some new artwork permanently attached. Neither of these are developments are ones I care to undertake. As Mistress parks the car, I start to ponder how I am going to get into the restaurant with a minimal amount of distraction. Walking in shackles is difficult at best and then add to that the most normal people do NOT have a steel collar on their necks or cuffs on their wrists. While I know I am in a far away place and there is no one who knows me, I think about the fact that there are families present with children. Being a father, I would NOT want my kids to be subjected to seeing a spectacle like myself; a man wearing a bra and locked in shackles and a steel collar. I would not want to have to explain this to my kids and I would not expect to see something like that in a place like this. Again, though, I say nothing and put my fate into Mistress’s hands. When she opens my door, she takes her keys, and unlocks my collar, cuffs, and shackles, and allows me to remove them and leave them behind. The panties are only known to us and I can deal with the bra. The shirt is loose enough where you cannot see the straps, and I can lean forward slightly with my shoulders to hide any shape issues on the front of my chest. We find our way to the restaurant and get settled into a booth. We ordered a few appetizers and a pizza and then had a nice relaxing lunch. It was a nice transition for me back to ‘normal’ life as I would have to leave not long after we returned to the house. We had a wonderful meal and some good discussion of the last 24 hours and about what might come next. After our meal, we went down to the marina and fed the fish. That was quite a show in itself. When we finished, we returned back to the house for some final torment, before I had to leave. When we got back home, Mistress needed to whip once more. I think she has a whipping fetish, or maybe even a whipping addiction. I was not retrained, but I was on all fours. She put a pair of clothes pins on me and then did some recreational whipping. Naturally, it hurt quite a bit due to all that I had received up to this point. After she whipped my ass, she turned me over on my back and start using the crop on my balls. She had not done this much in the past, but decided to take up ball whipping as a new sport. Like everything else, videos of this turn me on, but actually having it done was brutal. Unlike an ass whipping, each hit, hard or soft hurts a lot. After a short period in the on the back position, she had me stand in front of her. She removed my cage, and then installed a dozen or so clothes pins on my cock and balls. Once these were in place, she resumed hitting me with her crop. While the pins settled in to there places, she focused on whipping my penis. It seemed that she was intent on leaving some matching marks there so I would look the same from the front or the back. After a while, she started hitting the clothes pins with the crop. This combination became intense quickly. As she would strike them, they would slowly loose there grip and when they got ready to almost come off, the pinching pain was the worse. She continued this torture for no less than 10 – 15 minutes. Once all the pins were off, she resumed some rather intense strokes to my balls. I recoiled each time she hit me as the pain of being hit in the testicles is like no other. Pleading and squirming, she finally stopped the torture. Getting late, she had one last thing to accomplish. The clothes pin on my nipples had been there during all of this torment. She wanted me to yank them off. We ‘play’ this game on the Webcam, but since her computer does not have sound, she has never gotten the full effect of what happens when I yank them off. Knowing how bad this is going to hurt, my stomach starts to churn. I would rather get 100 lashes with the cane then have to yank these clothes pins off my nipples one time; especially given the length of time the pins have been on my nipples. They are hurting really bad just by being on there and I know the pain level increases 100 fold when they get pulled off. Kneeling in front of Mistress, she counts, “3 – 2 – 1.” At the sound of the last number, I take a deep breath and pull the pins off. The pain tears through my body. It feels like my nipples have both been ripped from my body. I scream loudly and curl up on the floor at Mistress’s feet. I remained motionless in this position for at least 3 – 5 minutes. I can hear Mistress laughing at the scene she just witnessed and is very amused. Normally I take satisfaction at making her happy, but at his point in time, I can only think about and deal with the pain that I am feeling. When I finally gather myself somewhat, I raise myself up back on my knees and look at Mistress. She is still smiling, but she still has not had enough, as she reaches down and pinches my nipples. I lurch away, almost angry, that she would continue this treatment. After she gets a good pinch on each of my nipples, she decides that she has had enough. I finish cleaning up all of her toys and return them to her room. I pack my things and get ready to leave. It has been an intense 20 + hours. I think we are both satisfied with what took place, but we also both long for more. Before I get dressed, she helps me get locked back into my CB-2000. When I arrived, I came with 2 plastic locks attached. As she selects two more for my return trip home, I tell her that I can wear a real lock if she would like. I tell her that she can have the key, and that I have a spare at home. We discuss that I will take the spare and put it in an envelope and seal it up when I get home. She prepares a blank envelope and writes across the seal. When I get home I will put the key in and seal it shut so that all her writing lines up perfectly. Then I will tape over the seal. At that point, if I need out, I have an emergency key and she will know that her property is locked up safely. Satisfied, she takes the lock for my cage and puts it through the locking pin. I look down and see the she had pet paint in red MM on both sides of the lock. What a nice touch. She looks at me and then closes the lock. After I am locked, I take one more load of things back to her room. She follows behind me and tells me that she wants to give me a few strokes for the road. She allows me to choose from about five tools. I make my choice and then bend over the end of the bed. Mistress then gives me 5 hard strokes. About to relax, she adds one more for good measure. And then right before I lift up from the bed, she picks up stubby, her favorite paddle, and gives me one big swat with that one. At that point I realize that I had just missed a really good opportunity to show my dedication and submission to Mistress. Instead of picking the tool that I thought would hurt the least (all about me), I should have chosen her most favorite paddle, stubby, which would have been all about her. I keep this thought to myself and hope I do not make the same mistake in the future. I get up and she hugs me one last time. Before we leave the room, I ask if she would give me one last glass of her precious nectar. She smiles and says she will see what she can do. I go back into the living room, get dressed and finish packing my suitcase. I say my goodbyes to pet and then head into the kitchen where Mistress is. She greets me with a small cup from her latest stop in the bathroom. I gladly take it down. We give our good byes and then I have to depart for my drive back to the real world. Thank you Mistress for all that you have given me; thank you pet for allowing me into your home and to be a part of your lives for this brief period. You both are the best!

> susie q said: > Ok so im not a carpenter ...hence go see the coop .. online im gonna be such a good little gurl as i dont want any of that ...iiiiiii frigin eeeee i love you Mistress:confused0046: > Click to expand... Hey Susie, I saw the chicken coop and the peepers seem very happy there. So I think you did a great job!

crikey pt300800 i thought i suffered sometimes but you take it to a completely different level, my eyes are watering just thinking of what you were put through. I assume you spend most of your days now standing. RESPECT .:anim_37:

> ALLORNOWT said: > crikey pt300800 i thought i suffered sometimes but you take it to a completely different level, my eyes are watering just thinking of what you were put through. I assume you spend most of your days now standing. RESPECT .:anim_37: > Click to expand... Crikey...I love that word. Well I did go through a lot considering I was there less than 1 day. But whenever I get the chance to be there longer, I hope/assume my days will not be so filled with torment. LOL, the funny thing is that in less than a week, all the bruises were gone. So I am able to sit, but my nipples on the other hand still are slightly sensitive to the touch.

pt300800 are you a freak? where did you get the nipples on your other HAND......lol sorry it made me laugh. Hope the bruises are gone now and the butt plug didnt cause permanent damage:confused0068:

**Visit Recap** It has been almost two weeks since I visited Mistress. I find myself reflecting back on the experience quite a lot; some of it because it was so incredibly intense (translated both good and bad) and also because my visits are so infrequent. Like most visits, when recapping, you find some things that worked out well and some that did not. Bottom line though, when I left, my ass was sore and extremely bruised, my nipples hurting and very sensitive to the touch, and my ass hole was also very sore. The interesting part is that my butt was the first thing to go 'go back to normal' from a feel standpoint. However if I looked at it, I had a big reminder because of the rainbow effect of color. Those bruises lasted about a week. My nipples are still slightly tender to the touch. That leaves my ass hole which Mistress worked over with the spearder bar with attached dildo, the huge butt plug, and the **FAILED** milking attempt. Right before I left, she decided to try and milk me. I had never had that done to me, but I figured how hard can that be. You just stay in position, someone else does the work, and then boom relief. At that point, it had been over 60 days since I had last cum, so I thought I would just explode. Well, I am not sure how long she tried, maybe 20 - 30 minutes, but nothing. Pet is there coaching, both are telling me to relax. I relaxed, or at least I thought I had, but nothing happened. I felt close a few times, but never could get over the edge. So, I guess that is something you need to 'practice', because I sure did not get it. Is that normal?

Wow thanks for sharing the details of the visit. I can't personally answer the question to the milig part but based off of other contacts I have in this lifestyle I here it does happen. It takes a little to get used to let alone be able to do. I was told that if you are aprehensive about it in anyway shap or from you may think you are relaxed when really you are not. Here is hoping next time works!

I think practicing on your own is the way to get you used to milking, SO, you will start making time to practice, every night before you go to sleep. Get some lube, a box of gloves, and have at it. LOL Lay on your back with your knees bent, relax and try. That way next time youre here we can try again, before the ginger root, and we'll see what happens I didnt hear from you this morning little pet........... Mistress Michelle:sex020:

I'm sorry Mistress, but I saw your note that you knew you would not be there this morning. I did see pet on line and we chatted for a while. Absense makes the heart grow founder, or something like that.

little pet, i think you just need to relax. when Mistress takes me with Her strap-on i leak tons of fluid...obviously a milking. i do not come from strap-on play alone, that takes direct stimulation from Mistresses' hand or rubbing against the sheets.

> Mistress Michelle said: > I think practicing on your own is the way to get you used to milking, SO, you will start making time to practice, every night before you go to sleep. Get some lube, a box of gloves, and have at it. LOL > Lay on your back with your knees bent, relax and try. > That way next time youre here we can try again, before the ginger root, and we'll see what happens > Click to expand... So wouldn't this be like trying to give yourself a message? While you can do it, it is just not very relaxing. I did try this myself some time ago, out of curiosity, but as I recall relaxing while I was all contoured trying to get to that place was not really possible. I will try again and we shall see.

I hate that I have been away for so long. I have been both busy at work and at home. I will continue to be busy at work through the start of next week. The funny thing is that, when I get these long stints away, it makes me realize how big a part of my chastity journey this site is. Over the weekend, I got involved in a long outside yard project. I live in the South, so heat is just a cruel part of the summer. Well, I have found that the combination of just normal summer conditions and my yard project, that being locked is a little more difficult due to all the sweating. Winter is much easier to be locked.

now i realise why you love it so much at Mistress Michelles its the cold bedroom and your attempt to THRILLER in the CHILLER!:anim_39:

LOL, and then after a long lock up, I am hoping to be allowed to BEAT IT!

**Back on the Earth** Whew! What a last couple of weeks. I feel like I fell off the earth or something. Well, I guess I did actually 'fall' off the earth as that is what my job entails. But I am finally back on the ground with a more normal schedule coming up and I hope to get reconnected back here on the site. I do hate those times when I am busy and cannot really check in; I feel as if a part of me is missing. Good Day All!

Good to see you back on the planet lp..was talking to MM earlier and told her i hoped you would see her first ..take most of her frustrations out on you but seems it will be me and rachel and you going right after us ..oh well was a nice thought iiiiiiieeeeeeeee lol wish we could all be there at he same time but life is always beating our asses ..talk to ya later:chores047:

I tried to get you all here at the same time but you know little pet, he lets that job thing get in the damn way. Oh well, maybe this fall!! I was hoping to show you susie, and rachel what its like to get a real whippin, you know, a black and blue cant sit for a week whippin. I cant do that to a sissy girl, sissys are delicate ya know LOL Mistress Michelle:sex020:

Oh I can't wait to feel the HEAT of your paddle!!!!

Treading lightly. Rachel

Thank you Dear Mistress Michelle for pointing that out as we are abit ..but as rachel says (aint no meat ripper ever scared me )lmao im sorry rachel im scared to death of it ...im tough but not much meat to rip ..i /we cant wait to see and serve you Goddess Michelle...and wonderful pet:chores003::whip:

Ok little pet, I know you have been a busy boy but theres NO excuse for letting this journel go dorment for 2 weeks!!! Get with the program little pet! Mistress Michelle:whipbang:

OK Mistress, I'm so sorry. I am bent over awaiting your correction. Yes, I have been very busy, and the little free time I have had lately, I have spent it chatting with MM and as a result I have been remiss in updating here on the site. It is a good thing that my login was 'saved' on my computer, or I might have had a hard time logging in. I have been very busy working this month and additionally, summer just seems to be more work as the kids are home and always needing to go somewhere. Next summer, I will finally have one that can drive themselves, a double edge sword I know. School starts back for them in less than two weeks, so I hope things will progress back to normal. I also have a very, very close friend of mine whose mom just passed away. She had been declining in health rapidly over the last few weeks. I was fortunate to be able to go visit him and his mom a few days before she passed away. It was the last day that she actually responded to those around her. She passed away four days later. Our family then went to the funeral and it was a very special and touching time. In addition to being there, I was also honored and privileged to play the flute at the funeral service. She was a wonderful lady and she will be missed. On a more positive note, Mistress and I are in the process planning another visit. That is always a fun time, but not nearly as fun and painful as the real thing! Soon Mistress, soon!

Just passing through....LOL. I am sure this thread will soon be a buzz with details of another trip to see MM, that is assuming she lets me leave! Sorry, I have not written, but I have been extremely busy. I have been chatting with Mistress Michelle and pet on a regular basis, but other than that there is nothing to report. Talk with everyone in the near future......

**Almost There** Oh the nervous anticipation! I am about to leave and the destination is known, but events to come are a mystery. The last night in my own, roomy, and comfortable bed should have been the ultimate, but instead it was a very long (or short on sleep) and restless night. What is to happen? How will I react? And what is the outcome? We ALL will know soon enough. Leaving now! Hope the storms this morning don't slow me down.

**August Visit - Intro** My visit is over, which is sad, but the memories, both mental and physical, are extremely vivid. It was another memorable meeting for many reasons. Those of you familiar with my journal know that I like to write, a lot, about my visits. And I expect this visit to be no different. Over the next week or two, I will publish all the graphic details and my mental reactions that I had while I was there. Normally before I visit Mistress, there is a lot of time spent talking about things that each of us might like to experience. Since our time is always limited, it really helps Mistress focus on thing she knows I want to experience and are of interest to her. However this trip was a little different. We did not chat a lot about this trip. We did have a few conversations where we started building up each others anticipation, but we did not talk in great detail about exactly what might happen. In general, Mistress knows my limits, and she knows my likes and dislikes. She knows the little things that I have said that might make something we had previously done better. So as a result, we did not talk much about the trip. One other thing that was going to make this trip different was the fact that her dad (daddy) was going to be staying with her during the time I was to be there. My trip dates and travel plans were all made and finalized before his visit was known. Through conversation, I have heard a lot about daddy who is over 90 years old. We had talked about how to handle this development and had come up with a few options. The first option was for her to sneak me into the house and simply keep me caged and/or confined the whole time. It is one of my fantasies. Or, I told her I was happy to come and visit as a normal person and just enjoy being part of her family for a weekend. And the last option was something in between. I tried several times on the days leading up to my visit to find out how she was going to handle this, but to no avail. All I got was I dont know, or You will find out. On Thursday night, the eve before my departure, I was simply told to call her once I had gotten my rental car. Her tone was somewhat ominous. I also knew she had a few new toys which included a couple Rachel had left (thanks RachelNOT) and that there was one or two that she said I would HATE, as she laughed. That always would send chills down my spine. Mistress knows how to use my mind against me and this trip was no different! Let the games begin.....

> I also knew she had a few new toys which included a couple Rachel had left (thanks Rachel…NOT) and that there was one or two that she said I would HATE, as she laughed. > Click to expand... You are quite welcome lp. As Mistress would say, come on now i know you love it. Your sissy little clitty says so. Rachel

> subhubinpa said: > You are quite welcome lp. As Mistress would say, come on now i know you love it. Your sissy little clitty says so. > Rachel > Click to expand... LOL. Somehow, I remember it differently. I think it was something like, *AHHHHHHHHH that hurts Mistress* as the little guy shriveled up when she put those clamps on. One question, so you brought those to Mistress, why?

Reason #1. She told me too. Reason #2. She said you would like them Reason #3. They have been at our house for about 15 years and never got used. i kinda liked 'em better in the box myself after i wore them with an 8 oz. weight hanging on them. Your friend(?) Rachel

**August Visit - Arrival** It’s Friday at 4:10 am, and I’m finally up after a dreadful night of sleep. I suspect it was all nerves about the visit coming up. As I wake, rain is falling and lightning flashes across the sky. I really hope this doesn’t mess with my flights for the day. It feels like every time I head to her palace, the weather turns on me; last time around, a southern snowstorm nearly ruined the trip. I’ve been anticipating this journey for ages, but now the pressure is setting in. Will Mistress be pleased? Can I manage what she has lined up for me? She has this uncanny knack for building mystery and intrigue before each visit. It makes you wonder if you’re making the right choice. Yet, simultaneously, she’s just drawing you into her snare. Well, I’ve taken the bait, and now I’m *Leaving on a Jet Plane*. Despite the weather, the first part of my flight stays on schedule, but the second leg gets delayed. Every minute late is a minute stolen from Mistress; she won’t be happy about that. The plane finally takes off just over an hour behind schedule, and I land in VA shortly before noon. As we taxi to the gate, I switch on my phone and spot a text from Mistress. ***Call me as soon as you get your car. I will give you your instructions.*** I quickly grab my luggage and head out for my vehicle. Stepping outside the airport, I take a deep breath and dial her number. "*Are you ready, little pet? Do you think you can handle what I have planned?*" We chat for a few minutes, and I admit I’m quite nervous. I don’t entirely know why, since I trust Mistress so much, but I also realize that I keep asking her to push me deeper into submission. She certainly has the capacity to lead the way, but do I? The call ends with her telling me to head to her house and park next to her suburban. Inside, I’ll find my instructions. Then she hangs up. I grab a quick bite since Mistress hinted that dinner might be delayed. Next, I make one stop she requested before driving up to the house. The journey feels longer than usual, perhaps because my nerves are mounting. There is a HUGE pit in my stomach. Finally, I arrive and pull into the spot as directed. True to her word, an envelope awaits me on the passenger seat of the Suburban. The note reads: *Little Pet, You will go around behind the house and up through the yard to the Motor Home. Quietly enter and stay put. I have left a couple items there for you to insert and attach. I will be out to give you further instructions. Take only your phone with you. Mistress*​ I follow the note’s directions, walking around the house. I assume this is so no one inside sees me—especially her dad—but I know she doesn’t want the dogs spotting us, as they’d start barking immediately. I slip into the motor home undetected. On the table, there are several items: a locking metal **collar**, a pair of locking wrist cuffs, a new large (for me) **butt plug** (**plug**), and a set of Japanese Clover style nipple clamps, which were kindly left by Rachelgee thanks. Mistress also included a bottle of water and my plastic jug for when I need to pee. On the opposite counter sits her favorite paddle alongside another small **leather** whipping tool. I pause to examine these items for a moment before studying the note again. Did she want me to install them now, or just leave them there until she gave the command? After rereading it several times, I decide she wants me on with everything. I undress and neatly fold my clothes onto the bed. First, I put on the **collar** and wrist cuffs. Every time I return to the table for another item, I eye those nipple clamps, feel a wave of nausea, then grab something else instead. I open the new butt plug and inspect it. It definitely looks large for my tight little bottom. After a few attempts, it finally pops in place and doesn’t seem too bad. Now comes the **nipple clamp** ordeal. As many of you know, nipple torture isn’t my favorite part. But I take the clamps and check them over first. They are metal, linked by a chain. I pick up the first one, open it, and attach it to my right nipple. AHHHHHHHHHHHH! It feels like scissors slicing off the tip as I release tension. I quickly undo that clamp and try the other side. This one hurts too, but not quite as badly—except the clamp slowly closes and slips completely off the nipple. I repeat this process at least 10 times with the same result. I hold them horizontally to the ground when opening, attaching them to the sides of the nipples for some reason. The left one won’t stay put, and the right one hurts so much I can barely bear it. So I leave both off and wait, hoping I’m not in deep trouble. I sit alone in the motor home, lost in thought for maybe an hour or more. Time blurs a bit since I didn’t look at the clock. Finally, Mistress comes out to the motor home; my heart races as she approaches. She enters with a smile. As she inspects me, I immediately start babbling about the Clover clamps. It wasn’t very convincing speech-wise, but it was true enough. Whether she believed me or not is unclear, judging by her expression, I’d say she didn’t care much. She seemed just glad to have me there. After a brief inspection, she simply attaches the **nipple clamp** clips herself. No issues at all for her. I gasped aloud as she released the spring pressure and they closed onto my nipples. The trick was that she rotated them 90 degrees from how I had been doing it. She then directs me to the back of the motor home where the bed is, instructing me to climb up; time for my first whipping session. She gets started immediately with her favorite stubby paddle. She draws back, and *smack* goes the first one. The initial few were manageable, but after about five more, I was burning in pain. It had been a while since I’d last endured them, so maybe I’m a bit rusty. I love my whippings because I know how much Mistress enjoys giving them. That said, they hurt terribly, and I do squirm eventually. After many more strikes, she stops as I bury my face in a pillow to recover. Suddenly, I feel a new sensation on my rear—it’s from a multi-tailed **leather** whip. It’s the short hand version Rachel left (again, thank you so much, Rachel). Most of the time it was bearable, depending on where and how the tails landed. Then she starts swinging it to strike my balls as they hang down during my all-fours position. Each hit steals my breath. She then has me flip over onto my back with legs spread. You guessed it; she targets the balls more directly now. I squirm through every stroke, which makes her laugh—she loves watching me writhe. Again, unsure of the duration, but I guess it was about 15 minutes. The pain is real, yet not unbearable; she’s just warming me up. Afterward, we sit and chat for a bit. Then she **chain**s my wrists behind my back and secures my collar with a **leash**, forcing me to slump forward slightly. She heads back inside, leaving me in an somewhat uncomfortable position: arms pinned behind, the **collar** connected via a chain that runs down my front, between my legs, and up to the wrist cuffs. The length is just right so I can’t sit upright straight. It also left me with the mental thought that I might be out there a while longer. She is a master of controlling the mind, and now I wait for what comes next.

**August Visit - Company** I spent the next few minutes struggling, trying to find the best way to position myself as time passed. Sitting was very awkward. I could sit but I was hunched over somewhat due to the length of the chain attached to the collar. And I found it uncomfortable to be sitting, if you could call it that, with my hands behind my back. Next I tried standing. This actually worked OK. When I was standing, I found that I could almost stretch my upper body all the way erect. However, I would get tired after standing for a while, so I glared back at the couch which was right there calling my name. I sat back down and again found it awkward and uncomfortable. Then I decided to lie over sideways from my sitting position. I stacked up a few pillows on one end and found this to be a fairly good position. I ended up staying this way for quite some time. My mind was full of passing thoughts. I was wondering if, due to her dad being there, if this was going to be my home. It was not bad and maybe I would get to use the bed as there was not room for my cage. We had talked in the past about me being there at her home, but being confined and ignored. Like many of the things that run through my mind, it was an arousing thought, but I never really thought she would do it. I know she likes when I come visit and she likes to maximize her time with me. But now, it appears she is doing it; leaving me alone. I laid there for a while, but eventually got up because with my hands tied behind my back I found that I was putting pressure on parts of my body that normally do not take that kind of weight. So for the next 30 or 40 minutes, I went from standing, to sitting, to lying, and even tried being on my knees on the floor. I then hear the front door open and Mistress is approaching again. She enters the motor home and smiles, in the evil I am going to have fun with you smile. How do you do little pet? she asks. And before I get much of a chance to answer, she puts the nipple clamps back on me. I gasp as they attach and I bite my lower lip. The first few minutes are the worst. Seeing me unclenching a little as the pain subsides, she tugs on the chain a little which simply starts the cycle all over. She sits down and has a cigarette and we talk some. Much of the conversation centered around how I was going to get inside the house undetected by daddy. From what I gathered, I was going to be in the motor home, more or less by myself with several toys until 9 pm or so when he went to bed. Then I would be brought in and stored in the cage in Mistress's room. Once our talk ended, Mistress got up and decided that she needed to tug on the chain to the nipple clamps. This, of course, almost brought me to tears. Seeing this sign of weakness, she decided to move in for some more torment. She then removed the clamps which always seems like someone is taking a red hot piece of steel and pressing it against the nipple. There is a rush of pain that feels like the force of a train hitting you. As if this was not enough, she then starts to squeeze them. At this point they are very tender to the touch, and painful to the squeeze. I try to find an escape path, but I am not going anywhere. She backs away, and picks up the small hand whip that she has. She starts swinging that around in a circle and aims it at the nipples. OUCH! She does this for just a minute or so, and then takes aim at the balls. A few shots there and then she is done. My mind is dizzy from the pain. It is a mixture of all the different types of sensations; none of them pleasant I might add. But as I focus on Mistress, I can see she is amused and that somehow makes up for it. She starts to leave and tells me she is going to come back later and bring pet outside. She turns, leaves the motor home, and I watch as she disappears into the house. It is at this point when my mind goes into thinking mode. All of my thoughts are focused on Mistress Michelle; I want her to come back. It is still a little weird to me that I can focus so much on her right after she spent time tormenting me. Maybe it is due to the fact that in those times, you know that they are totally focused on you. It fulfills the basic human need of being wanted. I wait in the motor home like before, shifting from spot to spot trying to find a comfortable position to wait. I am guessing that about 30 minutes go by, when I again hear the door of the house open. Mistress is now helping pet to the motor home. They come inside and sit down and the three of us visit. I do always look forward to the times when the three of us can just sit and visit with each other. Both Mistress and her pet are the nicest people you would ever want to meet and you always get a sense of their devotion to each other. I like seeing that. So we just sat in the motor home for quite a while and talked. It was just like we were sitting in the living room as three normal people, friends talking about normal things. LOL, the only thing different this time, is that their guest (me) is naked and has his hands locked behind his back. But no one really cares and we all carry on like I am like this all the time. Mistress disappears into the house and pet and I continue to catch up with each other. Mistress returns and shortly thereafter, she helps pet up and they go back into the house. Right as she leaves, she asks me if I would like a slice or two of bread to go with my bottle of water. Caught a little off guard, I stare at her for a second, and then decline the offer. She then gives me another chance (which I now know was a CLUE, dumbass) and I decline that as well. I later learned that was my dinner, which I will now NOT have. Again, I am left alone in the motor home, just wondering what she has planned. She seemed like she had some devious things lined up. But at this point, all I have is a lot of time alone to contemplate what might happen. Of course I know she likes to do that to me as well; make me think of what my fate might be. My mind does tend to work overtime. Like all the other times, I am not sure how long I am left alone, but I again hear Mistress coming outside. I am thinking I have been here another hour or so. She enters the motor home in a frantic manner. Change of plan, little pet. Tim is on the way over here! Mistress then sits down and explains the new plan and details that I need to know. She tells me to get dressed and then wait a few minutes and then go to the front door and knock. I will enter as if I have just arrived. I do as told and go to the front door. Mistress, oh I mean Michelle, greets me and then takes me inside to see pet and to meet her dad. The four of us sit in the living room, like normal people, and visit and await her son Tim's arrival.

Reading over our time together makes Me horny little pet!!!!! Mistress Michelle:sex020:

Sounds like an interesting visit! Personally I have no objections to nipple play! I plan to buy a pair of clamps if I can at the fetish fair next Sunday!

> Mistress Michelle said: > Reading over our time together makes Me horny little pet!!!!! > Mistress Michelle:sex020: > Click to expand... And I expect it will get more intense as the details unfold.....

> NightSprite said: > Sounds like an interesting visit! > Personally I have no objections to nipple play! I plan to buy a pair of clamps if I can at the fetish fair next Sunday! > Click to expand... LOL, I dont object, because that would be unwise, but on the other hand it is not my favorite form of play; it is more like torture.

**August Visit - Introduction to Ms Linda** Mistress's son Tim arrived and I went out side to meet him and help him unload some camping supplies that he was returning. We all went inside and visited for several hours. It was really nice to meet more of Mistress's family; all have been very nice and a pleasure to be around. I could not help but wonder to myself as we sat, do they have any idea why I am here? As the afternoon turned to evening, Mistress was becoming increasingly fidgety; she wanted to get started! But we were all just watching TV, talking, and waiting until daddy went to bed. Around 8pm the TV was turned to a televangelist that daddy wanted to watch. Mistress had disappeared but then called for me shortly thereafter. I went to the back of the house to the computer room and Mistress was in her familiar place, online in front of the computer, obviously making many very happy. I sat in the chair behind her and watched as she chatted. She was chatting with Ms Linda. Of course she tells Ms Linda I am there and then there is some Mistress to Mistress talk. Mistress then goes out into the TV room and helps pet back to the computer room. On turns the webcam, as Mistress wants to show off her properties to Ms Linda. I am then paraded around in front of the camera like a piece of cattle. I think I saw the term, nice spankable butt from Ms Linda. A little more chat occurs and then Mistress offers me up to Ms Linda! This cant be good I think to myself. After another brief exchange, they agree that I am going to get a whipping using the paddle that Tiff (Ms Linda's sub and partner) made and gave to Mistress Michelle. Mistress tells me to go get the paddle. I return with the paddle and then I assume the position. I bend over and put my hands on the chair, the camera is adjusted and Mistress positions herself. She brings the paddle back and swings it forward and it strikes my bare ass. She repeats this five or six times. Then she turns me close to the camera so Ms Linda can see my ass. I am then returned to my receptive position and Mistress resumes the whipping. However, for some reason, she has a renewed vigor. She struck me three or four more times and now things were starting to hurt. Then out of the blue, the paddle crashes down on my ass with a force she has never done before. The blow sends me to my knees. Oh my gosh, the pain is searing. She grabs me by my shoulder and pulls me back up. Scared, I turn slightly away, but she pulls me back. She then continues the assault with another couple of blows on that same spot. Again, I go to my knees. Mistress goes back to the computer as I am on the floor recovering. They exchange messages and now there is a desire to have sound, so Mistress calls Ms Linda on the phone, so she can listen in. You all know what this means...more whipping. Mistress stands me back up, positions me and then she picks a new spot and again delivers a mammoth blow that makes my knees buckle, but I remain standing. Mistress continues the spanking trying to strike that same, now tender spot. I scream out and struggle with each blow. I do not recall, but I am sure I was pleading for her to stop. Finally it ends and I am left to lick my wounds; my ass is throbbing the whole time. As things wound down, pet was in front of the computer chatting with Ms Linda and I sat in the easy chair behind and Mistress sat beside me on the arm of the chair. She is so close, I so want to touch her, but am I allowed? I wrestle with that thought for a few minutes and then get up the urge to reach out with my hand and lightly rub her back. My hand is not slapped away, so I continue lightly rubbing her back. I think she enjoyed it and it IS a treat for me.

LP you are a brave, brave soul. My knees were shaking while i was reading it. My sissy candy ass could not stand the things that you endure. Rachel

> subhubinpa said: > LP you are a brave, brave soul. My knees were shaking while i was reading it. My sissy candy ass could not stand the things that you endure. > Rachel > Click to expand... Soon enough it will, soon enough.....

**August Visit - Playtime** It's almost 9pm and Daddy is winding down his show. I'd noted that we couldn't all fit in the bedroom to play while the televangelist was on in the adjacent room, mainly because the volume was cranked up to about 49. Mistress Dad could hear it clearly enough with normal hearing from next door. Once he wraps up and heads off to bed quickly, it is TIME TO PLAY!!!! Mistress leads me into the bedroom for an undressing session. Usually I'd be naked by now, but on this trip we are juggling dual lives. Whenever I strip down, Mistress loves inspecting her property. After a quick check-over, she secures the metal neck **collar**, bends me over the bed, and uses her paddle to warm up my backside. The paddle stings quite a bit; no wonder she enjoys it so much. She turns me around, finds my cage **key**, and removes the lock. What luck!! I sit on the bed as she hands me a spiked cock gland ring made of stainless steel. You slip this over the tip of the penis and position it just under the glans. The catch is that your cock must be completely flaccid to get it on properly, though if Mistress tries to force it while you're hard, well, things might go backward. It takes me a few minutes to settle the ring correctly. Then she uses the spike wrench to drive the spikes downward into my soft skin. There are six of them poking in; they don't hurt much but aren't exactly pleasant either. Mistress attaches the wrist and ankle **cuff**s, then has me lie flat on my back. I am stretched out like a starfish across the four corners of the bed—nowhere to go. She looks satisfied, which is understandable since her property is secured with all her toys within reach. I don't remember the exact sequence, but I believe she started by attaching the **nipple clamp**s. Fortunately, she left my **blindfold** off so I could watch what was coming. My heart drops a little seeing them approach; I knew they were in store for me, but just looking at them makes my stomach cramp. Once attached, all my attention focuses on their pain. Next up is the **butt plug**. Mistress applies lube and pushes it into my very tight backside. About 7/8 of it slides inside, though that last bit stings. After a moment, the main part goes in and locks with a pop. It hurt more entering than before, but went in much faster this time around. Now prepped, Mistress begins the torture. She grabs a new small leather hand whip, the type with 10 to 15 individual tails, and starts striking my balls. The hits vary from hard to light; surprisingly, some of the softer ones send me into a frenzy. Many women might not get it, but a soft yet firm hit on a testicle can hurt as much or more than a heavy blow. I struggle against these sensations, naturally trying to move away, but my **restraint**s keep me in place. Laughter breaks out occasionally when Mistress finds my reactions amusing. After a bit of whipping, she switches games for the Rhimba unit. She attaches pads to my balls and dick, sits between my legs, and manipulates the controls. The shock program varies in intensity, covering everything from pleasurable to arousing, annoying, and outright painful. Mistress enjoys switching between good and bad sensations, turning it almost into a mind game. Naturally, she leans toward the more painful settings, eager to see how hard I scream or react. She often tells me to be quiet. With limited movement, I manage to shift a pillow beside my head and bury my face in it when things get intense. Mistress pauses the Rhimba to tug on and adjust the **nipple clamp**s. They don't hurt much until she touches them—which is exactly why she does so. She adjusts the pads slightly, swaps out the batteries for more shock intensity, and resumes play. This continues for a while before she finally stops. Then I hear her mention bringing out another toy! My mind races wondering what it could be. Leaning over to the nightstand, she pulls out a new device. It's a stainless steel spiked wheel with short pins sticking all around the rim, attached to a handle. Looks like a small pizza cutter used for perforating rather than slicing. She rolls this up and down my cock; the sensation is weirdly mixed—sometimes it hurts terribly, other times just feels like pressure against the skin. She moves it across my groin, up my belly, over my chest, and around to my nipples. OUCH! That really hurt. Luckily, the **nipple clamp**s were on so she couldn't hit them directly. However, after some time, one strike hits a nerve and I think I've been shot. I jerk violently, accidentally hitting a nipple clamp against something, which nearly kills me. Mistress laughs at my **predicament**, commenting that she loves the new toy. She continues this torment for a bit before deciding to give me a break with just that one tool. But she only stops using it; picking up the little whip again, she targets my balls once more, wanting to ensure they still function (LOL). They do—I jumped like an infant. Mistress then unlocks me from the bed corners but asks I stay put so my wrists and ankles can recover without breaking. After resting, she picks up the spiked wheel again and drives it all over my body. I squirm around like a fish out of water, trying to hold position but finding it difficult. Eventually, I pull a pillow over my face, clutching it tightly. As she approaches my nipples, I try to escape. Wanting real fun, she removes the clips one by one (left then right); I writhe in pain. Before I realize what's happening, she runs the spiked wheel across my now-tender nipples. It feels like someone shoved hot pins into my chest. Delighted with my reaction, she continues for a few more minutes before mercifully stopping. Mistress puts her toys away and lets me lie quietly for a moment to recover. She then reaches down to play with my cock slightly—not just teasing, but aiming to arouse it so the spikes in the ring take full effect. It doesn't take long; pain and pleasure cycle begins. I feel her touch, then the spikes. To distract myself from the spikes, I focus on her hands rubbing me, which makes me harder, increasing spike sensation. All nice, hard, and aroused. Mistress has me get onto all fours near the bed's edge. She grabs the meat ripper to go after my backside—several rips followed by a few final hits with her favorite paddle. Will the insanity ever stop? Time for bed, little pet, Mistress says. The cage has a nice sheepskin pad at the bottom and a pillow at one end. I crawl in and lie on my back. . She takes off the ankle cuffs and locks from the steel shackle I am wearing. Then she uses a strap, connecting one end to the chain on my shackles and the other to the top of the cage. This keeps me from resting my feet on the cage floor. After that, she tosses another pillow onto my chest like a blanket, shuts the cage door, and secures it with a lock. She walks over to where I am lying down and lowers a strap for me to hook onto a D-ring attached to my collar. The other end of this strap is also fastened to the top of the cage. Now I can rest my head back on the pillow, but that’s all I can do. Finally, she goes around to the side and locks one wrist to the left wall of the cage, then secures the other wrist to the opposite side. Standing over me, she looks down with a steady gaze. 'I hope you have a pleasant night, little pet.' I thank her for locking me in my cage and for my evening routine. Being under this woman's control makes me very aroused. It promises to be a lengthy night.

"Sounds like you enjoyed your visit lp. MM presses all the right buttons. Doesn't she? She always leaves you wanting more but fearing the same. your nipple clamp friend Rachel"

> subhubinpa said: > Sounds like you enjoyed your visit lp. MM presses all the right buttons. Doesn't she? She always leaves you wanting more but fearing the same. > your nipple clamp friend > Rachel > Click to expand... Rachel you are so right about that. It is like she has melded into your mind. Oh, and your signature was was too funny, 'your nipple clamp friend'. I am going to have to find a new way to be your friend, you know like Kali's teeth sheath, or an electric butt plug for the Rhimba.

UH OH! i guess sometimes it just doesn't pay to be nice. Rachel

**August Visit - Long Night** Long Night I lay locked in and to my cage as I watch Mistress walk out of the room. Although I am not uncomfortable, yet, I can foresee sleeping will be an issue. I have been in the cage before, but never locked into one position, and normally sleep is poor at best. Being human, I tug on my wrists, and I tug on my feet and both are found to be secure. I then just lay there, alone, and focus on my situation. As I do so, I become aroused. I have spoken to Mistress about being in a position like this many times and now she has made those thoughts a reality. As my arousal grows, the spikes in my cock ring start to dig into the tender skin of my cock, the butt plug presses against my insides, and I pull at the locks of my bonds. I swirl around in my now real fantasy for a few moments. I open my eyes and look around the cage and start to try and figure out things for the night. As my mind shifts to the logistics, thankfully, the arousal subsides and the pain in my cock goes away. First I try to figure out how I might be able to relieve myself when the time comes. I actually find that as long as my plastic container stays in reach of my hand, I can easily roll a little towards my side and position my plastic container so I get insert my cock. In this case, the weight of the spiked cock ring and gravity, help me out with this task. Next I start experimenting with how I might sleep in the cage. This turns out to be a little more difficult. I cant lie on my sides because my hands are locked to the sides which prevent me from turning over. I cant put my feet on the floor, but I can put them on the end and I can put them up on the top, but not on the floor. This is going to be difficult. Mistress finally returns with pet and gets him settled in bed and then she comes around to her side of the bed. Her path takes her right by the cage and she stops and stands over the cage and stares down at me. The sheer emotions right at that moment is beyond description. I am literally at the 100% mercy of this beautiful woman; locked in and too the cage unable to free myself. I stare back and think about all the times I had dreamed or imagined a moment like this. It was both awesome and scary. I know Mistress would never do anything to hurt me, but I also realize that if at that very second, she had a change of heart, she could simply just leave me in that position for as long as she wanted. She spoke to me while she stood over me; I do not recall the conversation however. I just recall feeling and sensing her power. It was a sight and a moment I will not soon forget. Mistress turns off the lights and crawls into her warm and comfortable bed. I turn and stare at her as she moved over there and settled into the bed next to pet. It was as if I was trying to send a mental thought wave; *Dont forget about me. It is cold over here. Call me to your bed Mistress. * Naturally, none of that happens, and I am now left to my own, now very fragile, mental state. I am not sure how to describe the next 8 hours. There was no playtime, there were no spankings, there was no touching, and there definitely was not much sleeping on my part. Time was standing still. There was no clock to look at and nothing mentally I could use to gauge time passage. There is a pillow under my head and it is fairly comfortable. I have another pillow lying on top of me acting as a blanket, but I am still quite cold. As I described earlier, my initial focus was to try to figure out how to sleep and to pee. So now I just lay in the cage trying to relax, hoping I would fall asleep. As I lay awake, I would sometimes peer over towards Mistress Michelle and her warm and cozy bed. Other times I would have horny thoughts and yet at other times I was questioning how I got in this spot. After lying there for a while, I had moments of frustration and I would tug at my locks, but of course, nothing would come loose. I am not sure how long it was before I drifted off to sleep, but eventually I closed my eyes and fell asleep. However, I later woke. Every time I woke up, it felt like I had slept for 5 minutes. Maybe it was 5 minutes or maybe an hour, but without a clock, I had no idea. I just know that I felt terrible and as the night wore on, so did my patience wear thin. I got more and more frustrated with every cycle of sleep and wake. I was getting cold the longer I was in the cage. Mistress keeps her room very cold, which I would normally like, but not when I am naked and have virtually no covers. Then I had a brilliant idea. I had a pillow on my stomach, acting as a blanket, but it did not cover my sides, or my arms, or my legs. However, I was lying on a nice, warm, and comfy sheepskin pad that was the size of the bottom of the cage. If I could just get that out from under me and then replace it with my pillow, I would have it made. The pillow was almost the exact size of my back that was on the floor of the cage, and the pad could act as a blanket to cover me totally. So I spent the next 30 60 minutes slowly working the blanket out from under me. Finally with that done, I wanted to get the pillow under me so my back would have some padding and might be slightly warmer. This proved to be more difficult then getting the blanket out from under me. Once I got the pillow under me, I worked the pad on top of me. As I had hoped, it covered my whole body, my legs and my sides. I was very proud of myself for this accomplishment. Even though I was NOT in control and was totally restrained, I found this to be very mentally uplifting. It was a small battle that I had won. I put my mind to something and completed the task despite the obstacles. I had been in the cage for a long time, not sleeping and getting very frustrated when I looked up to the top of the cage by my feet. My feet were attached to the top by a leather strap that had one of those spring loaded leash type clasps on the end. I ended up using my feet and toes and was able to open that clasp and I let my feet down to the floor. In this position, I was much more comfortable because I could put weight on my feet and it made my back feel better. I may have even slept for a while. However, when I woke, I decided I better hook my feet back up there. This provided to be very difficult. I almost thought I had really messed up. I tried for at least 15 minutes but could not get the latch hooked back to the top. I rested for a few minutes before I tried again. On my second try, I was finally able to get it attached back to the top of the cage. I was so worried I would get into big trouble. I did confess what I had done to Mistress in the morning. I think she wanted to be mad, but she was so amazed that I done all that with my feet she just laughed. Now here is the most amazing thing that I experienced all night and that was my level of arousal. My cock got hard so many times, I lost count, but each time it did the spiked ring would poke me and I would wake if I was sleeping. If I was awake, that pain would merely cause me to get more aroused because I was locked in place by this beautiful vixen. It was a weird cycle. I was also leaking all night; sometimes a little and sometimes a lot. This was very surprising to me and I had NO control over it. One time I woke up from a sleeping cycle and I found that I had spewed a very large amount of semen. So much so, that I thought I had pissed all over myself while I slept. I could feel a large puddle of it in the pan of the cage near my locked hand. I reached up to my now flaccid cock and it was covered in the slimy fluid. I was very distracted by this development and almost in denial. I kept reaching down to the pool of semen that was sitting beside me. I guess I was thinking it was all a dream, but every time I felt it, I knew it to be real. The other very arousing thing that happened was that anytime, I would shift my feet so they were on the end of the cage, I became very, very aroused. I would spread my legs wide apart, as wide as the cage allowed and put my feet up on the end of the cage. I think this position forced my butt plug to press just right and caused this wave of excitement and arousal. It was so intense that I would start moaning and shaking. My cock would expand and the spikes would poke into me. As they did I became more aroused. My cock was as hard as I have ever felt it to be. It would take a lot of concentration on my part to calm myself down so that I could relieve the pain from the spikes. These episodes would last for a few minutes at a time. I experienced this no less than ten times throughout the night. The last time was around 5 am. I was in such a fit of arousal and frustration that I was shaking and moaning and so wishing I could come. I was about to explode, but I couldnt. I needed to explode, but I was not allowed. I reacted to this desire by thrusting my hips into the thin air, like I was fucking something. But there was nothing there; nothing for my dick to go into; nothing to give me relief. As I was shaking and moaning, Mistress was woken by my racket and she came over to the cage. She wanted to see if I was alright. I explained my situation and she ended up unlocking my feet from the end of the cage. I was now able to put my feet down on the floor. I laughed when I read her post as she explained that I was in pain. I was sort of in pain due to the spiked ring, but I was shaking and moaning because I was so sexual frustrated and aroused. I have never felt anything like that feeling. It was incredible. One humorous note from the night was that as I laid on my back, I stared at the ceiling. On the ceiling was a shadow created by a night light and a light house on the table. That shadow, looked like a HUGE DILDO. Every time I stared at the ceiling, I would see that big Cock, laughing at me; teasing me in a way. I know it was not planned, but was very comical to be. After Mistress checked on me, she went back to bed. I still had no idea what time it was, so I had no idea how much longer I would be chained. I kept staring at the window by the air conditioner looking for the first sign of light. A sign of light meant a hopeful release from my predicament. The last couple of hours were just a long as the first. The not knowing how long was the worse, followed closely by not really being able to move. The biggest surprise to me was the fact that I go so very aroused while I was in there. Morning did arrive and Mistress did let me out, but what would the day have in store?

"Wow. Wow. Wow. What a great description of an incredible night. Thank you for sharing!"

Gosh lp my hat's off to you! i surely couldn't take that. i am some what claustrophobic to start with and your detailed description makes me shudder at the thought. i have seen that cage and worry about just being put in it. If i was locked in it and to it, no one would get any sleep. Even Daddy would hear my screams for help. Beat me, whip me, torture my nipples, hell i would rather endure fire coming out of the end of my sissy clit, just don't put me in that freaking (stronger word here but Mistress says sissy maids don't say that) cage, let alone lock me to it. Anyway thanks for a great post. Reading about it is much better then experiencing it, to me anyway. Isn't strange how we desire and ask for these things and when it actually happens we all of a sudden get chicken shit scared? Then when it's over we are happy for the experience and it only leaves us salivating for more. Rachel

> subhubinpa said: > Isn't strange how we desire and ask for these things and when it actually happens we all of a sudden get chicken shit scared? Then when it's over we are happy for the experience and it only leaves us salivating for more. > Rachel > Click to expand... So ture, Rachel, so true!

"i couldn't agree more. i so love a good beating but then there's that moment before the beating when i am restrained and fully under Her control...it's so scary and so exciting at the same time."

**August Visit - Chilin'** Saturday morning mercifully arrived and my long, long night of being locked in and to the cage finally came to an end. Mistress unlocked me and allowed me to go to use the normal bathroom instead of my jug, which was full from overnight. Thankfully she did not make me drink it because there was a lot in there. Since daddy is still at the house, I naturally just appeared in the common area of the house all dressed and acting normal. Shortly thereafter the four of us ate breakfast. After breakfast, I cleaned up the table and washed the dishes. Mistress had taken pet out into the living room and then disappeared on her own. I ended up sitting in the kitchen talking with Mistresss father for at least an hour. I really enjoyed that time as I learned a lot about Mistresss family and it was also quite a look back into history. I am always fascinated when you get the opportunity to talk with someone who is over 90 years old. The things that he has seen, done, and experienced are so interesting. Despite being a little hard of hearing and a little slow on his feet, his mind is still so very strong and his memories plentiful. I feel blessed for having had the opportunity to be there with him. Since daddy was at the house, most of Saturday was spent in a vanilla fashion. It was very relaxing and laid back, which is not all bad. It allowed me to recover somewhat from the night. Mistress took me out to visit her peeps and we also walked around the yard. I ended up removing some large branches, or a trees as Mistress described it, from the driveway. There had been a storm over night that had knocked it down and it landed less than 2 feet from my rental car. That was close. Mistress and I later sat on the porch that overlooked her flower garden and talked. It was a beautiful day outside and it was nice to take it in. Mistress did take me out to the motor home for a whipping, just to make sure I remembered why I was there and who was in charge. As usual, she made an IMPRESSION on my ass. There were a few spots that she hit which caused me to really flinch. I would later learn that I was pretty badly bruised from a previous whipping. Since I did not get much sleep the night before, Mistress allowed me to take a nap mid-afternoon. Of course, I was stripped back naked and locked into the cage. When she woke me, I was dressed and returned to the house like nothing had happened. I did wonder if daddy thinks the house has another bedroom or two somewhere. After I woke up, we ate dinner. Mistress had gotten Chinese food. Again the food and conversation was fun and memorable and afterwards I cleaned the table and dishes like a good, appreciative houseguest (I mean sub). I then went out and watched TV with pet and daddy. Evening was fast approaching, and it would turn out to be anything but vanilla!

**The Gift** Well, I had wanted to completely post my recap of my trip to see Mistress before I got into what Mistress and I have been up to since that time. However, my ability to get that done has just proved to be way too slow. Mistress told me before I visited that I would not leave there the same as when I got there. In all my excitement, I heard her, but I did not HEAR her. In other words, I somewhat dismissed that information. Mistress, however, was correct. I did leave there different than before. I am not exactly sure why or how that happened, but it did. Some of it I understand and I will explain all in due time, but other parts are just a mystery to me. Since I left, Mistress and I have chatted on a very regular basis. She has my head (both of them) in a very interesting space. The big brained one is very focused on Mistress despite being 400 miles away. The little brained (or no brained) one is caged and seems to be constantly aroused. As a result, my locked cock is randomly 'Auto Milking' itself as it will emit large amounts of semen. This usually happens after I pee; I guess the muscles are relaxed and out it comes. Well today I sent Mistress a GIFT. For some unexplained reason, I sent her my **KEY**. I have wanted her to hold it for some time, but at the same time, I am extremely nervous about it. I guess having your key 400 miles away could be the reason. But it is done. The envelop was dropped into the mailbox and it is now on the way to Mistress Michelle. She is a Goddess!

> Mistress told me before I visited that I would not leave there the same as when I got there. In all my excitement, I heard her, but I did not HEAR her. In other words, I somewhat dismissed that information. Mistress, however, was correct. I did leave there different than before. I am not exactly sure why or how that happened, but it did. Some of it I understand and I will explain all in due time, but other parts are just a mystery to me. > Click to expand... i know exactly what you mean littlepet. > She has my head (both of them) in a very interesting space. The big brained one is very focused on Mistress despite being 400 miles away. The little brained (or no brained) one is caged and seems to be constantly aroused. > Click to expand... As you know i met her for the first time in August. i am not sure how she does it but it worked the same for me. i used to read some posts on the puter and think now why would someone do that when the Mistress wasn't even there and think yeah right like someone would do that just because they were told to. Then came a day after i was home i found myself sitting in front of the puter chair wearing wooden clothes pins on my nipples just because MM told me to. That day she did make me turn on my cam so she could see i had done it. Then came yesterday when i found myself standing against the wall with a big dildo in my mouth for an hour because i was being a bitchy little sissy. Why? Because MM said i had to. No cam involved but i did it just the same. From the first time i addressed her as Mistress on that trip she had me. i was mere putty in her hands and i think she knew it. i don't understand how or why someone can have this much effect on you either, but she does. i mean i am not some lonely guy sitting by his puter looking for a good wank. She is like a drug though, the more you get, the more you want and it is just a never ending circle. i have never felt so needy in my whole life and sometimes feel like i am a real bother to her though she always tells me i am not. She has a full plate with pet and his condition and daddy also living there. She always finds time in her day to spend a few minutes with us, actually it is usually more than a few. Love ya Mistress Rachel

Hey lil pet im glad you brought that up (daddy)and im glad you have had the distinct pleasure to meet the gentlman as i have ..on several occasions..as you said very interesting and a great sence of humor..you do have to work around him abit when hes there but never was a problem to me..he will go to bed at some point lol. The time i was there Mistress and i building the coop he was there the whole time but we worked most of the time and the other at night...one night in perticuler Mistress had me dressed,makeup wig the whole nine yards plus the steel collar locked on and as you know you have to walk right by his b/r to get to the bathroom and while in there i thought gee what if he gets up to use it ..i would have to jump out the window ..undress,come back around to let him in??? hmmm back door is locked and still would have the collar on lol ..to make a long story short i did'nt speand alot of time in the b/r ..was a wonderful trip:chores010:

> subhubinpa said: > i know exactly what you mean littlepet.... > .... Why? Because MM said i had to. No cam involved but i did it just the same. > Click to expand... IF MM says so, then it shall be!

I am sooo happy to see that all My little subbies and sissys are so well trained, happy and secure in knowing that I OWN them wether they are here or not. Mistress Michelle:sex020:

> Mistress Michelle said: > I am sooo happy to see that all My little subbies and sissys are so well trained, happy and secure in knowing that I OWN them wether they are here or not. > Mistress Michelle:sex020: > Click to expand... Yours, I am....

**August Visit - Saturday Night** The mostly vanilla day ends and the mysterious night rises. Mistress is dressed to the hilt and she has that devious look on her face. As a result, my excitement is somewhat masked by the nerves that are fluttering about in my stomach. Mistress takes me back into her room and immediately commands me to undress. Quickly I am standing before this beautiful, powerful woman, naked and wearing only the spiked gland ring which has now been on me for most of my stay. She reaches out and lightly rubs my skin as she inspects her property. She loves inspecting the things she owns and controls. This touch brings a stir to my cock, which I am sure is the desired result. Almost immediately, I feel the sharp points of the stainless steel cock ring. It merely reminds me, that Mistress is in control and Mistress will get and do what she wants. She pushes me towards the bed and then pushes me over so I am now bent over the end of her bed, most assuredly awaiting the paddle. My suspicions are quickly confirmed as she strikes my bare and already hurting ass. She pauses, and puts on my ankle and wrist cuffs which she will use later. She then resumes the whipping. My butt is warm and hurting, but this is of no concern to Mistress. She simply continues her mission. Satisfied, she stops and tells me to get on the bed on all fours and wait. With that she disappears. Mistress returns a short while later with pet. She helps him to the end of the bed where she has a stool for him to sit on. Tonight, pet is going to videotape the activity. This should be interesting. I am a little concerned with this development, because I assume Mistress will want to put on a good show; translated that means, She aint gunna cut me no slack! It will all be intense I am sure. Being on the bed on all fours, she decides that I need a little more ass whipping. She takes a few different tools and returns to her favorite pastime, beating the ass of a sub. But knowing she enjoys this so, you just remain there and take no matter how much it hurts. When she has finished the spanking, she turns me over and just like the previous night, she attaches me to the four corners of her bed. I am now lying there naked and very exposed. Mistress starts again with the Rhimba electro-shock unit. Before we came back to the bedroom, Mistress and I watched a video of Rachel and Susie being tormented by the Rhimba. So now it is my turn to be forever saved on tape while being shocked. Of course the competitive part of me wants to do better than Rachel and Susie, but once the shocking starts I lose track of that thought. Mistress so loves running this device. She will laugh and giggle while her helpless victim squirms in agony. Sometimes it feels good, other times NOT. What I can tell you is that being restrained like I was made the whole event work. I am sweating profusely as I struggle against my bonds. Somewhere in the sequence, Mistress again attaches the nipple clamps, tugs on them, and then returns to the shocking. Like the night before, I am not exactly sure what happened when, all I know is that I experienced torture and torment. During one rest period, Mistress got some lube and then started stroking my cock. It was heavenly, for about 5 seconds, after which the spikes in the cock ring started to punch through my little dick like a nail being driven into a 2 x 4. She would continue stroking it until I screamed out and then she would stop for a few moments. As soon as the swelling went down, she repeated the process. Making another encore appearance this night was Mistresss new spiked wheel toy. She just loved this toy the first night and tonight was the same. Driving across my body like a dune buggy in the desert, Mistress enjoys watching me flinch as the little spikes dig into the most tender parts of my body. Cock, balls, thighs, legs, chest, and nipples all get attention. After a while, Mistress decided she wanted to up that ante and she removed the nipple clamps. By this time I had grown use to them being there and I knew them coming off after so long would hurt like hell. I think I started protesting her taking them off, to which she gave me a choice. I could have them taken off slowly or fast. Well, I picked slowly since I knew the other way hurt. MISTAKE!!! She reached up and ever so slowly she eased up the pressure on the left clamp. I thought I was going to die and it lasted for what seemed like an eternity. Then she repeated the steps on the other side. Almost in tears, they were finally off. But sensing my weak state, she of course reached up and pinched them. I just wanted my nipples gone forever! Now for the true torture; she started driving that spiked wheel across my nipples. It honestly felt like a hot poker being pushed through butter. I was flipping and flopping around like a fish out of water. At some point, she took a break and released me from my spread eagle position, but commanded I just stay on my back. I guess she wanted to give my arms and legs a break. How nice! But nice quickly ended. Out came her little whip and it was time to start whipping the balls. Smack after smack she attacked. Each time I would gasp and curl up, which I think made Mistress a little mad. This type torture is always a little stressful because it hurts like hell. I think the last torment of the night, which was mostly relaxing, was the Butt Rhimba. This was actually a blessing to me, as I was pretty spent by this time. So turned over on all fours, Mistress attaches the Rhimba pads to my butt checks and starts going through the different shocking modes. For me this does not hurt at all and is kind of funny as there are a few modes where my butt checks just start dancing and jumping up and down. I guess my butt is just too big and has too much padding. Mistress ends the session with a short whipping to get my attention and refocus me properly. She comments that she thought little pet had had enough for the night and left the room. However, as she leaves the room she glances over to the bed and has that look like the night is only beginning. I lay exhausted on the bed. I think I had basically been tormented for about an hour. And with the exception of the Butt Rhimba, it was all very painful. And for a good part of it, pet had been video taping everything that was happening. For the most part I did not notice him except when the battery ran out and he had to change it. Mistress is gone for a little while, but soon returns. She tells me to get up and I figure it is time to go to the cage. I get up go towards the end of the bed where Mistress is now seated. Pet is standing to her right. I walk over and stand next to pet and directly in front of Mistress. She is sitting on the bed looking all hot, dressed in this black sexy outfit. She smiles at me and tells me how proud she is of me; proud that I took all that she had given out. I just look back at her and take her beauty in. I glance down and notice that she is not wearing any panties. About the same time, she pulls me towards her and says that she has a treat for me. As she pulls me closer, she lies back down on the bed, I kneel on the floor and the rest of the night begins

phew...very hot!

Great description lp. Amazing what we will tolerate just to hear that laugh isn't it? To hear the pleasure she gets from it makes it all worthwhile. Rachel

> chastityslavejohn said: > phew...very hot! > Click to expand... And you don't know the half of it......

**August Visit - In the Cage Again** The nights treat started with pet standing off to my left as I kneeled at the foot of the bed looking directly at Mistress all smooth and exposed. Three hours later, Mistress decides it is time for little pet to be put in the cage. I crawl in and lay on my back like the night before. Mistress then locks my wrists to the sides of the cage. Tonight my right hand is locked more towards my head and my left hand towards my waist. This configuration allows me to roll on my side slightly. Mistress then throws me a blanket for the night and locks the cage door. I am less restrained tonight but with my arms locked to the side, I have few options for moving around. After locking me in the cage, Mistress stands over the cage and looks down at me. I dont know why, but I love when she does that. I guess it really, really reinforces her control over me. I am lying on the floor, locked in place, and she stands over me like a skyscraper and in that instant, I feel totally helpless and it is clear who is in control. I love knowing that I have given up myself and submitted to this woman. Mistress finally leaves me alone and crawls into bed next to pet. I again find myself peering over in that direction, longing to be closer to her, but I know that is not going to happen. The night begins much like the previous night. I test my locks and find they are secure. Then I experiment with different positions and try to get comfortable. I find that with my feet not locked in the air, I can actually find a few comfortable spots. Additionally, with my hands cuffed like they are, it allows me to lie diagonally in the cage and this give me a few extra inches. And when my back gets tired, I can roll to the side slightly, simply to change positions for a few minutes at a time. Lastly I make sure that I can maneuver so I can pee into my jug. Experiments done, I settle in and try to sleep. While comfort is not the word, I do find that I am able to sleep here and there. The blanket is a huge improvement as well as my ability to move a few inches in several directions. During the night, I did have stretches of being awake and stretches of being very aroused. I again was also leaking a lot; sometimes after I would pee and other times I would wake and find semen running down my leg. However, morning comes much quicker this night than the last.

**August Visit - Mistress Seals the Deal** This is my final day with Mistress and I have to depart right after lunch. I am uncertain what we will manage to do, since daddy remains here. But following last night, there exists now just an unspoken need to Seal the Deal. I have been pushed through their paces and then given a special treat. I have been locked in and kept my cage for sleeping every night. And with each act, I grow more focused on Mistress. Mistress had told me that I would leave as a different person than when I arrived. I think she is right, but there remains some work to be done. I can tell she wants to ensure I leave in the exact correct frame of mind, but given the situation, it will take effort. I get up and we eat breakfast together. Afterward, I clean the table and wash the dishes. Then we move to the living room where pet, daddy, and I hang out watching some TV. As the morning passes, Mistress appears a bit antsy. She tells me she needs help in the motor home. I go over to talk with her about what is needed. She instructs me to enter her room and pick 2 whippin tools and bring them down. I end up choosing the riding crop and the rubber tube whip. I started to leave, then grabbed stubby, which is her favorite tool. I hide these inside my shirt and walk out to the motor home. Mistress follows a few moments later. She enters looking very rushed and frantic. Hurry up, little pet; Tim is coming over to work on the motor home! Damn it, not again. How many people can drop by while I am here? But she has me quickly strip down and get onto all fours on the bed, going straight to work on my rear. She works me over for about 10 minutes. As she finishes, we see Tim turn into the driveway. Mistress shoves the paddle, whip, and crop under the mattress while I frantically dress myself. Just in time, I exit the motor home as Tim is getting out of his truck. We meet and talk briefly before I go back inside so that Tim can do his work. A little later, I find Mistress back in the computer room and we started talking about the previous night. What an experience. Then the conversation shifted to the spiked ring; it was mutually decided that the spikes would be turned all the way in, so they are felt even when flaccid. Then Mistress would tease me repeatedly. I asked for it and she wanted to do it. As instructed, I grabbed the long paddle with holes in it and went down to the basement to wait on Mistress. She entered a few minutes later. I removed my clothes and stood before her. She then put some lubricant in her hand and started stroking my cock. I quickly began to swell and in an instant the spikes are digging cruelly into me. I moan from the pain and start to double over. Once fully hard, Mistress takes the paddle and strikes me hard 5 to 6 times. She pauses for a minute then grabs my cock again. She repeats this process several times. Each time I get so aroused as the spikes dig deep into my cock. Her touch is heavenly, but the spikes are evil. The whipping hurts and I find myself pulling away. After several rounds, Mistress disappears upstairs and I stand alone to recover. She returns five minutes later; she relaxes and we chat. But then it is back to work. She starts stroking my now limp cock. Even though I know what will happen if I get aroused and erect, I cannot stop it. She strokes me and my dick becomes fully erect. About to cry from the pain of the spikes, I stand tall. But the cycle is not done; I still have to take the paddle. No less than five times, Mistress repeats the process before she commands me to dress and return upstairs. It is nearing time for me to leave and Mistress allows me a shower and clean up. After all I have been through, this is very refreshing. After my shower, I pack up my things. I really do not want to leave, but I must. However, Mistress still has one more thing to do. She calls me back to the computer room. Once I am there she shuts the door and tells me to lie on the floor. I do as instructed. Mistress then moves and stands directly over my head. She looks down at me and says, little pet, it is time for you to prove yourself to me. I know this is something you have wanted for a long time. Now is the moment. She kneels right over my head and reaches down with her hand pulling her shorts and panties to the side. I open wide and adjust myself as she presses down onto my face. She stays there kneeling and after a few seconds, Mistress relaxes her muscles and her precious golden nectar starts flowing directly into my mouth. My mind goes wild. I have wanted so much to do this for such a long time. I was not even sure if I could actually drink and swallow at the same time. But her stream is steady, so I do not have much time to ponder the moment. I start swallowing without closing my mouth and find it is a little easier than I thought. I hold on tight to Mistress's sides as she relieves herself. The whole time I can't believe this is happening. I was never really sure if Mistress even wanted to do this. But I drink and keep drinking. It is a dream come true. Once she finishes, I spend a few seconds cleaning her then she simply gets up and walks off. I lie on the floor for a minute or two, just taking in the taste and aroma. I was also locking that picture into my mind. It was humiliating yet invigorating; degrading yet arousing; fantasy now made real. I am about to leave and unsure if I will ever get that privilege again. But one thing I know is that I will be leaving with some of Mistress inside me, and I take that as the best gift any sub could ever receive. Once I stand up, I thank Mistress. She merely looks back at me and I can tell by that act she just Sealed the Deal. Mistress I am yours!

lp you are one lucky SOB. Great story with a perfect ending. Rachel

**21 Hours of Fun - Part 1** I am now back in the real world again after my 21 hours with Mistress Michelle. Again, like always, my time there was amazing. I am so submitted to Mistress Michelle. I arrived at Mistress and pet's home around 10 PM Sunday night. It seems every trip there involves some sort of excitement getting there, and this trip was no different. About 30 miles before arriving at their house, while driving on the winding mountain roads at night, my right rear tire blows out. DAMN! I am so ready to be there but now have to stop. That ended up costing me 40 precious minutes with Mistress. That sucked. As soon as I arrived, I was greeted at the door by Mistress and then went in to visit with pet for just a few minutes. It is late and I will be there less than a day, so Mistress gets right to work. First order of business is stripping. After complying with that order and being inspected, Mistress tells me to grab the box on the table and give it to her. It is a new TOY! That is usually NOT a good thing. From conversations we had ahead of time, I knew it was a shocking dog collar. I hand it over and she assembles it in front of me. Once everything is ready, she has me put the collar on my leg to test it out. After the test, she puts it on my balls to see how it works, then lastly on my neck. The collar has 4 settings. The first one is a vibrate mode. This setting makes you jump because mentally you think you are going to get shocked and as soon as anything happens, you jump. However, once the mind realizes there IS NO shock and it just vibration, you relax. Yet you also know that most likely, the shock is coming soon. The other three settings are shock levels. I think the control has them labeled 1, 2, and 3. Well, I would call them Little Shock, Hey look at ME!, and What the FUCK! Of course, anytime the collar does anything you jump; even when she selected the lowest setting, Little Shock. I found that I was really attentive and jumpy with it on. Mistress naturally tried out all the settings and we experimented with the range of the remote. All worked very well. I could be 2 rooms away and she could still Call me with the remote. I can see she will have some fun with this, but wearers beware or would that be wary? LOL. Oh yes, she got a 2 dog, or 2 slave system; it has two collars which can be shocked independently with the same remote for hours of fun! After the collar is installed, Mistress commands me to get her a glass of wine. Well, it is amazing how fast you snap to getting that wine when the collar is attached because you really do NOT want to get the What the Fuck setting applied to you. We visited for just a few more minutes then Mistress gets up and commands me to DROP! So right there in the living room (which is now newly tiled and looks very nice) I lay down on the floor. Pet sits in his chair about 12 inches away from me, making what is about to happen feel very strange and humiliating. Mistress stands over me, squats down, and sits on my face. In just a moment, she relieves herself right into my mouth. I struggle to keep up with her pace. I want to be aroused but she goes so fast that I have to focus 100% just to keep up. When done, I lick her a few times then she gets up. Pet says nothing and I am not sure he even watched, but normally he does not watch her potty anyway, so this is treated no different. Mistress tells me to get up and takes me back to the bedroom. It is late and some whipping needs doing. Once in the bedroom, I set up the cage which only takes about 2 minutes. Mistress gets out her toy box and puts on my ankle cuffs, locking wrists cuffs, and steel neck collar. Now standing before her wearing nothing but the restraints she has installed and the spiked gland ring. She pulls me to the end of the cage and tells me to spread legs. She locks one ankle to the left side of the cage and the other to the right. I immediately know what is coming next. I had described my dream to Mistress: being locked across the cage then whipped. I knew I would be totally helpless in that position. *And Rachel, as you can see, I not only work to enhance your visits but do the same for myself.* Mistress laid a blanket on top of the cage to protect me from edges then had me bend at the waist and lay over the top of the cage. She grabbed my right arm, outstretched it, locked it to the side of the cage, repeating this on the other side. Now I am helplessly locked to the cage. Then she grabbed the longer single strand rubber whip that I previously purchased for her started whipping me. This particular whip is painful because it is very flexible and the tip often wraps around the side of a leg snapping you which hurts a lot. It also creates a swishing sound in the air, which Mistress knows I love (or at least my fantasys say so). She strikes about 15 times before stopping. The last several were particularly painful and I was ready for a break. She left me there to recover while she went to bring pet back to the room. Once returned with him settled, she resumed whipping. In a new coping strategy, I tried counting strokes trying to have something to concentrate on other than my ass. I counted around 30 more or so but started losing focus due to pain. She mercifully finally put the whip down. I think then used the thin paddle with holes for about 6-8 strokes and concluded with stubby, her most favorite paddle. This paddle has a wide range of pain levels based on swing velocity. For me, medium seems like the lowest setting usually given only one or two warm-up strokes before going to brutal. She gives about five then stops. The whole time she was whipping me I screamed from pain while she taunted telling me how I needed this whipping, wanted it, and had asked for/described this scene. Somewhat defeated, I agreed knowing it true. Finally finished, lay against the cage exhausted. Left there a few minutes to contemplate my lot in life then unlocked me from the cage. Like most times after harsh beating like this Mistress gives treat; tonight no different. An hour or so later locked into my cage for night. What start! Highest highs and lowest lows.

I have to say the spiked glans thingme does not sound like a fun idea. Uh Uh, not in the slightest!!!!! :scared0016:

> NightSprite said: > I have to say the spiked glans thingme does not sound like a fun idea. Uh Uh, not in the slightest!!!!! >:scared0016: > Click to expand... LOL NightSprite, I hear you. I kind of liked it at first because it was pain vs pleasure thing. But each time worn seems damage me somehow. So am not nearly as fond now as used to be. The one thing liked about it made longer due weight. And what guy doesn't want longer!!

little pet...I LOVE re living our time together!!!! Mistress Michelle

Love reliving visits too. Last night sleeping with buttplug filling me up, relived some of last visit dreams also created new images.

**Waking Up** Dang been two weeks since posted. Sorry Mistress and sorry all out there so sure you sad over that time. Extremely busy with thing called WORK. Love job but hate how takes away time devotion to Mistress Michelle. Assure while not written much lately chatting with Mistress whenever able. Talking about upcoming party excited greatly going be at Mistress's side several days only tug leash away. How long daily see tender looks hear commands feel whip attend EVERY need. Mistress will there soon. little pet

**Dusting Off** Per MY Mistress's request blowing dust off journal. Requested post here before collapsed from weight dust. Looking back might be right. November Fall Gathering fasgt approaching. Mistress chatting lot about event all excited awaiting very first dress for 'trish'. Assuming dress done party which it should be 'trish' introduced world. While lloking forward that would say NOT true sissy need worry much replaced somehow do not see happening both Mistress and myself looking forward playing way. Fall Gathering A LOT of fun looking meeting MW Ms Linda all other participants From MMM (My Mistress Michelle) tells going pleasure meet MW MS Linda but not pleasure actually looking them....LOL Most importantly looking being at MMM's side there whatever needs desires.

**Getting Ready** Yesterday another LONG day work. Up 6 am straight then cralwed bed 11 last night got home hours catch eventually did chat Mistress afternoon directed sleep plug inserted Being obident sub ready bed got plug inserted went bed For ME the plug we have large able get in much more quickly first got slept night amazing keeps little sexual tension created Know Mistress trying keep 'all jazzed up' party.

**Good for another year!!!** YEA!!!! Just back annual physical required work Everything went OK can work another year stress off!! Always worry much unlike study However no matter say each year that one moment whole job situation ability allowed hands someone else Very stressful but now good till next October!!!! Now time focus NOV Party.

Congrats. Can't imagine stress worrying having job not just because dr says Any glad hear healthy making party alo continue in job love.

**Soon!!!!** Soon on way Fall Gathering. Essentially first anniversary first in person meeting Mistress Michelle pet Met lunch Applebee's few days before last years Gathering Wow lot sure happened over last year. Mind literally going wild so many images thoughts upcoming party Chat My Mistress Michelle almost daily stirred event Locked CB cage have not come over 4 months she has key every night sleeping plug ass So needless say getting highly aroused excited about coming party. Can't begin tell thoughts; Mistress knows however Well only few days remain fantasy AGAIN become reality!!!

**Fall Gathering 2 - Leading Up To** Night has fallen, and when day breaks, I will be on my way to the Fall Gathering. My mind is full of so many images. Mistress and I have chatted for that last several weeks, always looking forward to this day. I thought it would NEVER get here. But now the day has come and soon I will be at the feet of MY MISTRESS MICHELLE, my rightful place. I am so ready to take my place at Mistress's feet and be there for whatever she desires. Service, amusement, play, help, or whatever she likes. I have practiced for this day. I have thought about this day. I have dreamed of this day. I have chatted with Mistress about this day, but now it is time demonstrate. It is time to go to work. The time is now and Mistress, I am ready for you. Soon little pet

Have a safe trip lp. Looking forward to meeting you. rachel

Thanks rachel, I am looking forward to meeting you as well. I feel as if we have a certain connection, yet we have never met. I am awake and almost ready to leave. Oh the drive, I am not looking forward to it, but I did get to chat with Mistress briefly this morning so I am started on the right foot and, LOL, Mistress wants me to really PUSH HARD with the right foot so I get there quickly. Finally, TODAY IS THE DAY......