Happy Changes At Last!

Not sure the real title of this post, for now, we'll just call it sniping because that's what we're doing. Things got so bad, Master felt the need to punish the slave. Corner time in our room. It was difficult. It was also humbling. The larger point is that we're all under tremendous stress right now, as the pandemic rages on. Master is frustrated because He can't work (in a meaningful way at least), and mouse is frustrated from everyone being home and we're just climbing over each other lately. The punishment wasn't really a big deal but more a reminder that the slave was again failing in her purpose to serve. 

We put most of our family efforts into decorating the home for the holidays, now this is something that brings a lot of joy to the slave, but this time it just feels different. The house felt cluttered, boxes still not put away, things feeling out of place. Maybe it's us that feel out of place? It's been a long haul since mid-March when everything changed and yet things aren't that different. There's still no toilet paper on the shelves here in our corner of the globe. Paper towels are even more scarce, but we've been weaning ourselves off those (it's been a slow process that involves lots more laundry). 

While mouse still shops weekly at the supermarket (every other week is a far larger haul), trying to plan out baking and mailing gifts is the new challenge. That's all the normal stuff that everyone is probably going through to some degree or another -- and many more probably have it so much worse. On a more personal Master and slave level, we're languishing. Maybe that's not the right word, but there hasn't been a whole lot of trips to kinky town. We were just finding our footing when the pandemic hit earlier this year, the depression that had gripped the slave was finally diminishing into memory. We were optimistic about the year ahead. Still there hasn't been much sexy fun for us. Sure, mouse still wakes Him with her mouth, warms His towel, serves Him coffee, cooks Him breakfast. Noontime, mouse serves Him lunch in His study, sometimes He will bend her over His desk, making quick use of her holes and then returns to His day. 

Nighttime, after brushing her teeth and begging permission to enter the bed, He again pulls her close, and we take our time. He's more careful now to balance things. He has kept His word to express in a verbal way His feelings. In that regard things are great, but there's no screaming going on.  You know, sex screaming. No orgasms being ripped from her body, in fact precious few orgasms (which she understands she's got no right to anyway). Punishments are few and far between, which is probably a good thing, and speaks to her good behavior. Everything feels routine, rote, awful dull these days. 

Yes, Master did completely forget mouse's birthday, which honestly she didn't give a lot of thought herself until He went to bed and still had said nothing. 

But, she mused later, it is the perfect description of how our life is. Each day seemingly blending into the next, even weekends now hold little value to us. 

It led to a discussion between us one evening that stretched out to dawn. It began very light, but then slowly shifted to more serious, as the discussion morphed, Master took over and mouse listened to everything He said. He was feeling much the same way (a huge relief) and had a strong desire to forge a newer path. Master succinctly laid out His thoughts. While we can't control completely the others living in our home, He can take more control over His slave. He rifled through the closet and pulled out her skirt, and blouse and informed her she was back to wearing this with an apron, unless she had to venture to the market for groceries (then different clothing was allowed but He would pick it). No shoes inside the kitchen unless she was cold and then she could ask permission but she could consider first if being uncomfortable wasn't just part of her lot. 

Now, all this talk had an effect on mouse and she has to admit that it made her insides bubble and her clit pulsed as He spoke to the point where she felt distracted by it and struggled to maintain her focus on Master and His words. He noticed her odd disquiet, and paused the conversation. In that Master tone of His told her that she had 5 minutes to masturbate to better improve her focus on Him. The humiliation of that moment as she parted her legs and rubbed her clit which was flaming hot, stroking it, moving her fingers round and round, tapping it, rubbing harder until her body just writhed and released. 

"You took 6 minutes 42 seconds, slave." He said in a tisk-tisk tone. "How many seconds is that slave?" 

Now she just stared at Him, how could she math right now? He supplied the answer, 102 seconds and pulled her over His knee. New humiliation gripped her as He smacked her backside with His hand, and told her to count. Ever-so-often Master would pause, rub her between her legs, probing her inside parts with His fingers before continuing and mouse struggled to keep count (which she lost twice adding 10 more spanks each time to her total). With her head spinning He pulled her close to Him and held her for a long time as tears rolled down her cheeks. 

"Be a good slave and brush your teeth, ready for bed." 

When she returned in the nightgown He laid out He clucked that she was a sweet girl and watched as she knelt beside the bed to beg entrance. He lifted the nightgown and slid His full length into her ass and made her groan. He whispered into her ear to finger her clit and cunt while He ravaged her ass. Oh gosh when was the last time we did anything close to that?  Honestly mouse can't even remember except He made her watch her reflection in the large stand up mirror in the corner of the bedroom. He gripped her breasts until they turned deep red, as her body quivered. The orgasm was huge. His cock pumped its seed deep into her asshole and mouse squirted. 

This wasn't an one-off thing either. It's good to feel back to basics.