I wake up earlier than he does and today was no exception. I got up and quietly moved about until I saw a note on the table with a small bag. I picked up the typed note and read:

1. Find the metal pot scrubber and stretch it out. Insert half into your cunt, deep into your cunt. Spread the other half up to your clit and pull your clit hood back to make sure it's got the contact I want. Nestle the rest of it between your lips, pulling your lips out and over it.
2. Wear this for an hour. Edge yourself every 10 minutes using the scrubber. No skin on skin contact. None.

He had an appointment to go to. I thought I'd go outside and do some of the gardening while he got ready. I weeded some, pruned some, then watered some. After awhile, he came to the back door wearing only a towel, Master-face on, and said one word while pointing to his feet, "Now."

I couldn't figure out what I had done this time. Sometimes it's nothing, but by the squinty eyes I knew it was really something. I knelt at his feet.

He slapped my face and said, "What the fuck possessed you to turn the water on when I was in the shower? I burned my ass! So, now it's your turn!"

I did one last check around the house. All the chores he had given me were done, and even some he hadn't. I went to our room and rode the humping stick for 15 minutes, like I do every night. Then I put myself in bed, which is a chore in itself.

Audry Hepburn I am not. I trip. I trip on me. I even choke on my own spit when I swallow sometimes. Charming, no? Yeah, I didn't think so either. I flail, I lose my balance, I bonk my head. I even clip my shoulder from not looking where I'm walking and attempt to dodge streetlight poles at the last moment when some kind citizen says "Look out!". This has a point, and I'll get there eventually.

It's night, getting near bedtime and I hear a clink and clank and then, "It's time for your nightclothes!" Which means I got about 30 secs to pee and get to the bedroom.

Nightclothes? Hardly. I will faint if I ever see a JC Penny catalog (they still have those?) that offers this night time fare. Four cuffs, a chain, various straps and the ubiquitous collar. Some nights he adds a gag, blindfold, ear plugs, dildos, plugs, wrapping me tightly, tiger balm, or nipple clamps (or all) to sleep in.

Where to start .. the day was full of excitement!

I cooked and cleaned in the morning and then had fun with o-rings. I put 5 on each nip. I sent a pic to The Lady and she said they looked like the African women with the neck rings. I thought they looked spectacular. I was determined that they'd stick out! And stick out they did. Especially with the nippleless bra on. Lots of guys staring and even a mother and daughter, who talk behind their hands, as if I was blind and couldn't see them talking and looking straight at my nips.

The night before last I slept with the dick just in me, not tied or anything, but it still poked my innards, creating a bit of pain every time I rolled over, moved, breathed. It was lovely. Yesterday, I wore the cock shaped butt plug in my cunt all day.