Some interesting Pictures I grabbed along the way.

Never Disrespect Mistress!

I did a very bad thing this weekend. I disrespected Mistress in a horrible way. It started during our camping trip and pretty much ruined her weekend. I immediately felt horrible for doing it, but I couldn't help myself. I get so frustrated and I lose control. Control that I wish she had.
One day I'm going to push her to far and shes going to show me what she's really capable of. One day she's gonna hurt me.
I should have never spoken to her like I did. The silly thing is I didn't even mean it. I just got so frustrated with her lack of attention and her lack of willingness to open control me that I chose money as my vehicle to start a fight and so it began. I accused her and said I didn't trust her all the while knowing full well that she is more than trustworthy and has always had my own best interests at heart.
Deep down I know it was just a cry for attention. Albeit a pitiful attempt. Well, it got the opposite reaction. I got no attention. She basically ignored me the entire week. She ignored me so completely that she didn't even realize I had been wearing panties, a bras, and pantie hose to work all week. She didn't even notice that I had remained in Chastity since we got back home, my chastity cage keeping me from playing with it. I'm determined to make it right.
She finally decided to talk to me tonight and that led to her decision to punish me for my transgressions. She also decided to take more control over me from now on. Once we finished talking she went into the bathroom to take a shower. I went back to thinking everything was fine now, and started folding the laundry. Like a good maid would:-) Well she came and got me about ten minutes later and asked me to follow her. We went into my office where she preceded to tell me to strip down and mount the table. She strapped me down and flex cuffed my hands to the spanking table. Then she asked me something she never asked me before.."Are you scared?" she asked. I have to admit I was a little. In hindsight had I known what was about top happen I would have been alot more scared. Once she decided I was truly secured she proceeded to beat the hell out of me. She screamed, she yanked my face up looking me dead in the eye and screamed "YOUR A WORHTLESS PIECE OF SHIT!, YOU SUCK AS A HUSBAND! Out of the corner of my eye I saw her reach back and for a moment I cringed as the whip held still in the air before slamming back down against my ass cheeks. Several more times she struck using all her strength, letting the whip strike where it may. I screamed out in pain and was rewarded with a strip of duct tape across my mouth. The onslaught continued as she worked to deliver the hardest blows she has ever given me. At that point I knew she wasn't kidding and I screamed I was sorry. She jerked my hair and brought my face to within an inch of hers. Glaring at me she snarled, that words weren't going to be enough this time and then she spit right in my face. She left me laying there and went around behind me again. Using the long wooden paddle she delivered six more blows which rocked me to my core. There will no doubt be bruises all over my ass and legs tomorrow. Well its close to my bedtime and if I miss my bedtime mistress will definitely put me over her knee.
Mistress wanted me to add a few pictures she took to remind me why its so very important not to disrespect her any more.



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What an awesome beating this slave recieved

This is my first blog post. It will be very interesting to see how this goes and if anyone in the world would be interested in reading about my fantasies, realities, and adventure. I guess I should start by describing my world, and a little about me for good measure. My name is Mia and I’m a sissy Husband. I am 41 years old and owned by my wife. It hasn’t been an easy road for me and I’ve made a lot of mistakes to get to the point in my life that I’m at now. I’m not an ugly person, I am a little overweight and when not properly adjusted I can get a little grumpy.

                My owner is the love I was always meant to be with. It took me two failed attempts to get where I am supposed to be. My first to attempts just didn’t understand me. One could have cared less about who I am and only wanted to change me into something I just couldn’t be…the cultural standard of a man. I’m not that. I can pretend at work and in public and I do a very good job at pulling that off, but in reality I only want to be delicate, pretty, and owned. I dream of sweet smelling fragrances that permeate my clothes and waft off my smooth hairless body as I pass by. I relish the thought of swishing around the house in a cute little sundress, while I cook, clean, and get everything just so, for my owner when she arrives from work.

                Allow me to describe my ultimate relationship, a relationship that both gives and receives. It requires two very special people, one completely controlling and dominant and one who only wishes to serve. I think you can pretty much guess which one I am. My owner is the quintessential WOMAN. She’s confident, smart, lovely, and accomplished. She’s got her degrees and a very high paying job. She’s beautiful and funny and loves like there’s no tomorrow. She also has a dark side. A side that only comes out when she doesn’t get her way or when people around her don’t perform as she wishes.

                A typical morning in her service would go a little something like this. I rise early at 5 am to ensure I’m awake and ready to be of service. I turn on the shower to ensure it’s ready and hot, then run to the kitchen to prepare her tea. I move around the house in my silk nighty the one she demands I wear every night to bed. “The thought of touching your hairy, sweaty, body disgusts me. I want you smooth, smelling pretty, and feeling like silk when we go to bed.” She chides every night as we prepare for bed. As I fumble around the kitchen preparing her tea, my chastity lock clicks and clacks reminding me that it’s going to be another trying day. I finish preparing her tea and head off to wake her up. I gently wake her by softly kissing her neck. As she comes around and begins to wake up she smiles at me. She pats my head softly as I hand her tea. Taking a sip she swings her legs out of the bed and reaches for my leash. She snaps it onto my pink studded collar and trots to the bathroom. She drags be behind her and I follow eventually ending up on my haunches in front of her as she sits down on the toilet. She does her morning business dragging me closer as she finishes. I gently begin lapping at her pussy after she stands in front of me. I taste the salty ammonia taste of her urine as I finish cleaning her. She drops the leash and enters the shower. While she is showering I brush my teeth and otherwise prepare for my day. When she’s done showering I’m there with her towel. I pat her dry and start applying her body lotion. As she gets dressed I finish my shower and go into my closet. She supervises me as I put on my lacy silk panties and dress clothes. The rest of my morning is spent gazing at her, fixing breakfast, and leaving for work.

                My day is never over at quitting time. I have a laundry list of things to do, the least of which is not the laundry hee-hee. As soon as I get off work, I head over to the gym for my daily 45 minutes of cardio. My owner has contacts at the gym that ensure I’m on the treadmill and running as fast as fast as I can or I pay the consequences when I get home.

After my workout it’s straight home to begin my domestic duties. I get home and I head to the shower. I shower and dress in my maid outfit. It’s a very famine uniform that has unisex written all over of. It’s made for women, but its close enough to male wear that unless someone is really looking they won’t notice. I spritz some perfume, style my hair, and head to the kitchen where I clean the evening’s dinner dishes. My owner has devised a schedule in order to take care of the household chores. Every night is a different room, with a different special task. I have to get all of these done before bedtime. These chores are crucial. If they are not done before my owner decides to go to bed she straps me to the spanking table or worse, she locks me in my “kennel” for the night. The kennel is a dark cramped space that’s just big enough for me. My owner had me specially design a place she could lock me when I wasn’t serving to her standard. It’s not unusual for my owner to lock me away for some transgression, and then forget about me until she wakes up the next morning.

                As soon as my owner says she’s ready for bed I rush to the bathroom to ensure everything is ready. She goes through her nightly routine, brushing her teeth, cleaning her face. I in the meantime have stripped and gotten into my nightie. I wait patiently until she is done for her to take her final tinkle, I lick her clean and she drags me into bed by my collar. Usually, she shoves me head between her legs, and smothers me until she climaxes. Her body goes rigid as the waves of pleasure engulf her. As she climaxes I remain still on the floor at her feet. She lifts up and looks at me. “May I enter your bed, ma’am” I ask. I never know which way she’ll go after that question. It could be yes, it could be no. If its yes she usually pats the comforter, as if I was a dog, as says “come on girl” or she could decide no, toss me my pillow and blanket and leave me on the floor at her feet. God, help me if I’m not there when she wakes up.

So that’s an average day. I’m going to continue to write every day and we will see how this goes.