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Monday, November 23, 2015

Weekend Madness

We preordered a turkey for the upcoming holiday, in fact we ordered two of them. One the butcher cut, the other whole. We did this last year and it worked out, we able to send home plenty of left over turkey to guests and still had enough for ourselves. Sneaky isn't it? Originally we planned on going to lake house, those plans were changed. We might try for December.

The weekend was jam-packed with activity. It began late Friday night, when Daddy said mouse should bend over, she felt his finger press against her ass, then some lube and the push of something large being inserted. The plug mouse isn't fond of. It's big and scary for even mouse who usually loves the plugged full feeling. This plug feels invasive.

Then he set mouse to work sucking his cock.

Suddenly mouse felt overwhelmed with emotion and this feeling of love and trust just bubbled out of her. Can't explain where it came from, or why it seems rare that she's experienced that rush. After he came, he pulled mouse close to him and tormented different parts of her body. Twisting nipples, slapping her various areas, making her feel nasty and dirty (in that good way because she loves it).

Saturday morning all the time enema stuff was out, and he removed the plug (which was a relief), and began to fill her bottom. He cautioned for her not to let it go, but had her wait it out in the shower. It was so difficult, after being stretched all night and was humiliated when she lost all control. It felt as though she had betrayed him. It felt crushing. It wasn't helped with him being quiet, not reassuring, which made mouse feel more terrible.

With the shower head, he 'hosed' her off and just watched. Whimpering and crying mouse apologized. After enough time had passed, he held her and said all was ok. Then he watched as she cleaned the shower, bathed and shaved herself clean. He put her into a bathrobe and sent her downstairs to start breakfast. He requested pumpkin muffins and omelets, he reminded mouse the children would be up soon.

As soon as the muffins went into the oven, the smell of pumpkin and coffee filled the house. Everyone came down. Hot chocolate, coffee, and breakfast all served. The muffins were most excellent Daddy remarked. We got everyone settled and later took everyone on an outing. Back at home, we got ready for an evening out.

Daddy had mouse dress in the cocktail dress he loves on her. He tightened the strings of the corset extra tight. He dressed in a suit and led mouse down the stars. We left some quick instructions to the baby sitter and soon we off to the party. First of the season and it was nice. Good food but the conversation revolved around politics, which mouse truly is forbidden to discuss (she's too liberal minded for that crowd). So there was lots of smiles. Daddy was busy working the room, while keeping an eye on mouse.

Thank goodness some of her girlfriends were there, so we could chat a little about the kids and upcoming holidays. We seemed relieved not to discuss the news, any topic was good.

In the car, on the way home we talked a little about the party Daddy touched mouse's cheek.

Sunday was busy with the big countdown to Thanksgiving and of course the annual Black Friday shopping trip with the girls starting at midnight.

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Public Service Announcement

A scheduled post from mouse: We interrupt our regularly scheduled blog with an important message from Jz!!! While we won't be able to participate year, we hope many will sign up, because it's a super fun event! And another way to find new blogs to read.

Dust off your baking pans, because on Wednesday, December 9th 2015

The Great Online Cookie Exchange Extravaganza returns!

Won't YOU please join us?

It's easy to play along.

Just post a recipe that day for a holiday goodie -- any goodie. *true, last year mouse offered the recipe for the traditional Tom and Jerry.

It doesn't have to be for cookies… or even be sweet.

We do not discriminate against any goodie.

(We are equal opportunity consumers around here.)

That's pretty much all there is to it.

The single catch is that there's only one way to get your name in the official list of participants: You have to contact me (Jz) by Monday, Dec. 7th with both your name and the address of your blog.


Friday, November 20, 2015

Not Worried...

Good morning friends,

Recently Daddy asked a question that gave mouse a bit of pause. He asked if mouse worried about her slsvery. Worry, really wasn't the right word, as he clarified. But he was wondering since mouse hasn't blogged much. At home, when we're alone, mouse doesn't speak much about it.

Naturally, she minds her manners keeps to the rules, keeping him informed of changes or alterations. Daddy knows that mouse has been busy, just like he's been. He wanted to know if everything was ok. Any angst or upset? Something bothering mouse that she hasn't shared?

The truth is that mouse hasn't given much thought lately to her slavery or submission...



Is this just mere acceptance? Daddy's made good use of mouse, he's punished her when she disobeys him, and has kept up on maintenance. Actually when he mentioned it at first she just told him all was fine. A day later as mouse cleaned the filthy shower, she began to mull over, probably a good deal more than she has in the last several months. Did it bother her that she doesn't really think about submission, but just actively does it?

In a few ways yes. Shouldn't she be thinking of it more? The wonder of it all, how slavery makes her feel secure and gives her purpose in her service to Daddy? At one point as mouse completed the five things she does for Daddy each day it became a bit clear, she doesn't really need to fret or ponder her slavery anymore. It's more like she just accepts this is how it is. There is nothing about her life she would change or want to change.

Yesterday, Daddy gave mouse a stern lecture about leaving clothes in the laundry basket. It was one of those things that mouse completely forgot about. Now, to be sure Daddy doesn't care much if his underwear is wrinkled, but he does care about a lack of attention. Then he made mouse iron the clothes. There wasn't any pouting or argument -- she didn't try to blame anyone or anything else. Rather she just accepted the correction and promised to do better.

After the punishment was complete, mouse went up to the bedroom and knelt beside the bed. Daddy wasn't there yet, he'd given mouse instructions to just wait. Downstairs she could bear him. As exhausted as she was, she pushed herself to stay awake. How easy it would be to say screw it and jump into bed? Instead she waited. Eventually Daddy came into the room and remarked what a good girl mouse was.

He spent time giving her a long maintainance spanking, until the tears fell, then gave her a sound fuck. Using her as his personal object makes her excited the way few things do. Sure sometimes she likes to cuddle with him, but lately she finds herself enjoying this more.

"What are you slave?"

"A cunt, Master!"

Maybe there is more to write about another time.


Monday, November 16, 2015

Watch This (or Not)


First, wanted to thank everyone who commented on our blog for LOL day we really do love our lurkers! Will eventually be making the rounds to all your blogs as well and leaving late comments!

Recently on a rainy Sunday we found ourselves alone, a rarity around here. So, Daddy decided to watch a movie. Sure it left mouse feeling a bit rejected but Daddy assured her it will be fun. Well, what isn't fun about snuggling with Daddy and watching an old movie. He put on Lawrence of Arabia and let mouse watch the first few minutes, then directed her to his cock. He said mouse will suck and pleasure him throughout the film.

Well, mouse thought a fun challenge. How long can this movie possibly be?

Assuming its typical, 90 minutes or two hours problem.

Except that it's like four hours long. FOUR! Buried mouth deep in cock and balls...for four hours.

He took a break during the intermission to have mouse fix him a sandwich and it was back to sucking.

Was the movie good? No clue. All mouse could hear was the sound of Daddy's voice directing her to suck his balls or just work the tip of his cock. He likes to change things up.

He said after, it was the best movie ever and will never be able to just watch it again without mouse. Really mouse can't see what the fuss about the movie is. Might have to watch it again...when Daddy is out of town.


Thursday, November 12, 2015

Loving Lurkers

Greetings new friends,

We know you're out there, drop in and say hello! Once upon a time, mouse was new to blogging and somehow summed up the courage to comment. It can be daunting, but it started mouse on a journey she'll never regret.

So please join the gang around the table and enjoy a cup of coffee.

For longtime readers, there isn't a lot new -- just business as usual.


Wednesday, November 4, 2015

A Fistful

While our temperatures were mild we noticed it seemed to take longer for the real fall colors to come out, so mouse went searching on google for some. Since the huge correction mouse received last Thursday, things have Improved. There's been a positive shift in her mindset.

It doesn't stop her from being mouse at times. During Daddy's morning service, mouse nipped at the tip of his penis, he wasn't amused and grabbed a fistful of her hair, guiding her to properly perform. After as she smiled at him he just pulled her close. We stayed like that for a few minutes but all too soon it was time to begin the day.

As mouse went about her daily chores, she did contemplate her recent punishment. The things he said before it. How he will hold mouse accountable -- just as he holds himself accountable. There's no fear in her over the punishment she'll receive tomorrow. While she's not looking forward to it, it does work better for us when we both fulfill our promises.

This morning while drivng through a school zone, mouse noticed she was speeding -- really she was just keeping up with traffic flow and didn't pay attention. No, she didn't get a ticket, but it did give her pause (and made her slow down). The rules are to be followed, whether someone is watching or not. How easy is it to follow the flow and even innocently forget the rule?


Monday, November 2, 2015

Hand Wringing

A couple of weeks ago, Daddy remarked that mouse was getting a little sloppy about certain things. More than once she got a little lippy with him and not in that playful way she's got and then there's the household duty. Yes, we've got the most wonderful housekeeper in the whole world, but three rooms in our home are completely mouse's responsibility. The master bed and bath, Daddy's study, and the guest room his mother keeps.

The guest room isn't used very often, so it's really not an issue, just dust, vacuum, freshen the bedding. But Daddy slept in that room one night and noticed some dust on a picture frame and cobwebs. -- he wasn't happy. The only reason he went in there was that he had to leave in the middle of the night to catch a plane and he didn't want to bother mouse. That's the other problem, mouse was feeling very unwell. Just a snotty head cold, but enough to keep him out of the room.

Daddy didn't mention it while she was feeling sickly, but waited until she was feeling better. Then he waited a few more days before checking the room and found it largely unchanged. More days passed and really mouse just forgot all about. Then one night he mentioned it and mouse's reaction was to become bitchy. Daddy issued a warning and mouse got out of bed, went downstairs and cleaned the room then returned to the bed an hour later.

Several days later mouse was moody and lippy.

So on Wednesday Daddy announced that on Thursday we'd be discussing demerits, mouse just said nothing. Mentally, instead of listening to him mouse thought about all the times she had mouthed off, been bitchy, argued with him, willfully ignored something he wanted...really mouse wasn't sure rhe room was a willful thing or really an accident.

The list felt endless.

So the next day, mouse sat wringing her hands and waited for him to call her into the study. Like a kid waiting to see the school principal, mouse contemplated what he might do. Part of her hoped he'd just dismiss the punishment, but part of her knew that would not be fair to either of us or our relationship.

At last, inside his study he told mouse to remove her clothing and kneel, then he leaned back in his chair and said nothing for several minutes. Or so it felt. Then he began to go over the demerits, all the little things she thought he wasn't noticing or cared about were itemized. He was kind enough to pause the list, when mouse began to cry. He knew if she was crying she wasn't listening. He determined we had both made errors. That bit was surprising.

He said we needed to go back to who we were -- in the months since the our trip to the lake we'd gotten busy and forgot we need us. For a moment mouse was hopeful that he'd just wipe the slate clean and both just start fresh.

Daddy said he didn't want to punish mouse, he wanted to hold her and love her. That he'd been going back and forth in his own mind. This was one of those times where the punishment was his to follow through and punish his slave harshly.

He told her bluntly to remove the nipple rings and handed her clamps. The ones she hates, then he had her stand while he placed them. He went to the locked wardrobe, slowly unlocked it and took out the leather strap, the riding crop and the cane.

He used the riding crop on each breast, those were warmups. Then he had her kiss it and bend over -- not over the desk, but to just bend. He added a weight to the chain attached to the clamps and made it swing. He had mouse count the blows 15 in all. Then he picked up the leather strap, again had mouse kiss it, added another weight and again had mouse count off the blows. The cane was last, and added more weight to the chain, he had her again kiss it, and began. With her bottom already painfully marked the cane was just awful and she moved forward with each blow. When the nipple clamp released one side she screamed and whimpered out the number (6), and he just continued without mercy.

When it was over he held her and allowed to puddle on the floor, and listened to the sobs, and thank you's splilling from mouse. He had removed the other clamp and was rubbing her breasts as he spoke of she was again his good girl. He wrapped her up in her soft bathrobe, gathered her clothing and helped her up the stairs.

In our bedroom, he drew a bath and put the still sniffling mouse into the tub. He tenderly washed her, applied some salve to her bottom and thighs. In bed, he wrapped her up into his arms and held her longer. He spoke a little about us as a couple, parents and Master and slave. It might have been a good discussion but mouse was truly exhausted, just mentally vacant. Everything was hurting.

The next morning was of course busy. The housekeeper came and we worked in concert to get the house ready for Shabbat. Honestly, mouse didn't want to sit. In the morning Daddy inserted the large plug and mouse just felt invaded -- the corset didn't help. He did allow mouse to wear jeans while she cleaned and a shirt, but told her she must change into a dress before he got home. He also said that she should remove the plug then.

By the time the marathon cleaning was finished, mouse was sweaty and gross feeling and sent him a text begging permission to shower. This would mean she would have to remove the corset and put on the other corset that is generally worn when he's out of town. A few minutes later he replied that he preferred she didn't touch the strings of the corset.

Honestly, mouse felt a bit crushed by that. Never before did she want the corset off more. It felt suffocating to her.

But he came home early, passing the housekeeper as he entered the clean house. Now mouse thought she was in trouble because she wasn't yet dressed. He kissed her and said all was fine, his day was quite light and decided to end it early was all. He appreciated the tears and untied the corset strings himself, then told her to shower, he said he would run the late errands.

After the shower, mouse felt better, the clean dress and lack of corset didn't hurt either. The table was set, things were in order, and under control. The chickens came out wonderful. The kugel was yummy, the veggies weren't overcooked, and the table was full of laughter and fun. It hurt to sit, but that was just the reminder that it was behind (pun intended) us.

The weekend just flew passed, with all the usual things being done. But Sunday morning all the emotions caught up with mouse, as she was pleasuring Daddy with her mouth she was overcome. Tears fell but they were the good kind she needed the most.

After Daddy held her and all was again right in her world.

Today. Her bottom still hurts to sit, but it's not a reminder of her mistakes, instead it's a renewed promise that he's there watching and guiding her.