Re: [Afrinadian] Our new lifestyle begins
Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2016 3:17 am
Thursday night was... umm... hell.
It wasn't a secret that Madame was going to discipline me on Thursday. However, Madame decided make herself some butter tarts before getting started. She couldn't just get me started on my troubles for the evening, now! She had to make me sit on the floor, naked, serve her drinks or whatever else her heart desired until the butter cookies were ready and she'd tasted one.
After that, she got up and started walking downstairs without a word. I sensed I was to follow, so I did. She never said a word to me, so I figured I'd not jump to any conclusions and get into my waiting position on the theater room downstairs (this means kneeling) expecting, hoping for her to come into this room like normal. There was a pause and a distant, "Come here."
When I walked into the storage room where Madame was waiting, I found she's already found one of our OLD home made spreader bars, some rope (not hard to find rope in our house, we sail) and already had the line passed through the eye-screw and tied to the spreader.
Skipping the dialogue, I was bound to the spreader bar at my wrists, the line went to the ceiling where it passed through the loop on the eye-screw and ran back down. I was wondering where Madame was going to anchor the line. I didn't have to wonder for long, she reached down, grabbed my JB and threaded the rope through it.
"Okay" I though, not thinking it through as usual, "This isn't going to be too bad..." Just then, Madame cinched up the cage, tightening the rope in the process. So now the weight of my arms is holding down the bar and my balls and scrotum are being pulled skyward. Moderately uncomfortable, but tolerable.
It got worse...
Madame disappeared upstairs and I could hear her rummaging through what I assumed was her night stand. She came down shortly after wearing a smile and holding to evil clothes pegs. These clothes pegs aren't the nice ones you get from Walmart, these are the Dollar Store Specials... They are rough and they hold on tight!!! As soon as I saw them, I knew what was in store... They very quietly and efficiently found their way onto my nipples! I was uncomfortable before, now I was in pain.
Madame simply said, "Play with your nipples, and this is what you get! They are MINE and MINE to play with, not yours." She turned around, turned off the light, closed the door and went to watch TV.
There I stood, contemplating my predicament.
It was painful to start with, but then after about 10min, the pain subsides to an ache. another 10, 20, 30min later (I have no idea), the pain starts to come back through the ache. This is when things start to suck. When this pain starts, it slowly grows and grows. eventually, you are going to break, It's just a matter of time.
According to our contract, I was to be locked for 2hrs. I figure I lasted about 1hr with the pegs on. at that point, I was able to wiggle enough to get them off. MISTAKE!!! Never remove a restraint! Always call Madame. When I figured this out, it was too late, I couldn't bear to put it on again, so I figured I'd wear my most pitiful face and admit my wrong.
I was lucky. When Madame came in, she did put the pegs back on my nipples, but only for a short time to see if I would pull away. I know this test, so, as painful as it was, I didn't budge. She removed the peg.
After some questioning as to why I removed the peg, Madame was satisfied but apparently, either she wasn't done, or I still had time on the clock, so the peg found its way to my ear lobe and I was left there again.
About an hour later, she came back and I had to promise not to touch any more, and if I did, I have to tell her just after the kids go to bed so I can get more discipline. I have to admit. It's hard being honest when I know that I'm going to be subjected to that, but I know that if I don't tell her and she finds out, It'll be MUCH, MUCH worse.
Tonight (Saturday) I was also told that when Madame gets home from work, I am now be naked and kneeling, ready to great her as she walks into the house. If I'm not, I get put back into what is now known as the rack.
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I have to take this opportunity to make a comment... When we started this journey, I was looking for a way to have my orgasms controlled. I have learned a valuable lesson since July when the first agreement was drawn up. NEVER, and I mean NEVER sign anything like that unless you are fully prepared for what may come. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that my very vanilla wife would become this raging dominatrix!
We do take time to talk honestly and openly about our feelings and opinions. It's on a Sunday afternoon as the kids usually go down for a nap so we can talk openly and not in code.
It's weird, because even though the documents say one thing, I always had in mind the fantasy that I'd be used more as a sex slave than anything. What I'm finding now is Madame has become very comfortable with this agreement and is continuing to become more confident too.
As a result, I have found that being naked all the time isn't quite as fun as I'd thought it to be. I tried to re-negotiate and was fed a string of sarcasm and soundly shut down.
I'm also finding that Madame is starting to use discipline as a threat. I don't know if she'd follow through, but after Thursday I'm going to play it safe for a while before I pluck up the courage to test any boundaries again.
Don't get me wrong, I really enjoy being slave to Madame. I'm just finding it a bit nerve-wracking at the moment as I have come to the stark realization that I am truly not in control at all and really am owned.
I trust Madame with my life and we do have a very strong and loving relationship. When I write, I only write about one aspect of our lives and that may produce a rather polarized very of our relationship.
Opinions are welcome.
It wasn't a secret that Madame was going to discipline me on Thursday. However, Madame decided make herself some butter tarts before getting started. She couldn't just get me started on my troubles for the evening, now! She had to make me sit on the floor, naked, serve her drinks or whatever else her heart desired until the butter cookies were ready and she'd tasted one.
After that, she got up and started walking downstairs without a word. I sensed I was to follow, so I did. She never said a word to me, so I figured I'd not jump to any conclusions and get into my waiting position on the theater room downstairs (this means kneeling) expecting, hoping for her to come into this room like normal. There was a pause and a distant, "Come here."
When I walked into the storage room where Madame was waiting, I found she's already found one of our OLD home made spreader bars, some rope (not hard to find rope in our house, we sail) and already had the line passed through the eye-screw and tied to the spreader.
Skipping the dialogue, I was bound to the spreader bar at my wrists, the line went to the ceiling where it passed through the loop on the eye-screw and ran back down. I was wondering where Madame was going to anchor the line. I didn't have to wonder for long, she reached down, grabbed my JB and threaded the rope through it.
"Okay" I though, not thinking it through as usual, "This isn't going to be too bad..." Just then, Madame cinched up the cage, tightening the rope in the process. So now the weight of my arms is holding down the bar and my balls and scrotum are being pulled skyward. Moderately uncomfortable, but tolerable.
It got worse...
Madame disappeared upstairs and I could hear her rummaging through what I assumed was her night stand. She came down shortly after wearing a smile and holding to evil clothes pegs. These clothes pegs aren't the nice ones you get from Walmart, these are the Dollar Store Specials... They are rough and they hold on tight!!! As soon as I saw them, I knew what was in store... They very quietly and efficiently found their way onto my nipples! I was uncomfortable before, now I was in pain.
Madame simply said, "Play with your nipples, and this is what you get! They are MINE and MINE to play with, not yours." She turned around, turned off the light, closed the door and went to watch TV.
There I stood, contemplating my predicament.
It was painful to start with, but then after about 10min, the pain subsides to an ache. another 10, 20, 30min later (I have no idea), the pain starts to come back through the ache. This is when things start to suck. When this pain starts, it slowly grows and grows. eventually, you are going to break, It's just a matter of time.
According to our contract, I was to be locked for 2hrs. I figure I lasted about 1hr with the pegs on. at that point, I was able to wiggle enough to get them off. MISTAKE!!! Never remove a restraint! Always call Madame. When I figured this out, it was too late, I couldn't bear to put it on again, so I figured I'd wear my most pitiful face and admit my wrong.
I was lucky. When Madame came in, she did put the pegs back on my nipples, but only for a short time to see if I would pull away. I know this test, so, as painful as it was, I didn't budge. She removed the peg.
After some questioning as to why I removed the peg, Madame was satisfied but apparently, either she wasn't done, or I still had time on the clock, so the peg found its way to my ear lobe and I was left there again.
About an hour later, she came back and I had to promise not to touch any more, and if I did, I have to tell her just after the kids go to bed so I can get more discipline. I have to admit. It's hard being honest when I know that I'm going to be subjected to that, but I know that if I don't tell her and she finds out, It'll be MUCH, MUCH worse.
Tonight (Saturday) I was also told that when Madame gets home from work, I am now be naked and kneeling, ready to great her as she walks into the house. If I'm not, I get put back into what is now known as the rack.
---
I have to take this opportunity to make a comment... When we started this journey, I was looking for a way to have my orgasms controlled. I have learned a valuable lesson since July when the first agreement was drawn up. NEVER, and I mean NEVER sign anything like that unless you are fully prepared for what may come. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that my very vanilla wife would become this raging dominatrix!
We do take time to talk honestly and openly about our feelings and opinions. It's on a Sunday afternoon as the kids usually go down for a nap so we can talk openly and not in code.
It's weird, because even though the documents say one thing, I always had in mind the fantasy that I'd be used more as a sex slave than anything. What I'm finding now is Madame has become very comfortable with this agreement and is continuing to become more confident too.
As a result, I have found that being naked all the time isn't quite as fun as I'd thought it to be. I tried to re-negotiate and was fed a string of sarcasm and soundly shut down.
I'm also finding that Madame is starting to use discipline as a threat. I don't know if she'd follow through, but after Thursday I'm going to play it safe for a while before I pluck up the courage to test any boundaries again.
Don't get me wrong, I really enjoy being slave to Madame. I'm just finding it a bit nerve-wracking at the moment as I have come to the stark realization that I am truly not in control at all and really am owned.
I trust Madame with my life and we do have a very strong and loving relationship. When I write, I only write about one aspect of our lives and that may produce a rather polarized very of our relationship.
Opinions are welcome.