Excitement
Of course, you read my V day post because it was so intriguing. Not to mention it was one of a million posts about this so-called “holiday.” But if you didn’t, back up and take a quick glance at the writing. It isn’t all sappy or that long, but it is the preface to this write-up. Go ahead and read it real quick; I will wait.
Great, welcome back, and glad you read up on our V day experience. Mistress asked me a question while relaxing in our living room that I answered vaguely because I didn’t have an answer right away. While sharing these experiences from the book, she asked me what excites me the most about what she has shared. My response “all of it.” I didn’t know what else to say at that moment. It takes me time to reflect to answer questions with deep thought. That question doesn’t appear to be deep on the surface; however, Mistress wants to know what excites me and why. Then why is the deep and unspoken part of the question? She kindly let the answer slide and didn’t bring it up again, but it has been haunting me since I answered “all of it.” Now I am not only sharing with her but all of you as well.
The author of the books is especially cruel to her male submissive. There are some details that Mistress has shared with me that should make me cringe, and then there are details that make me wince. I will skip the “make me cringe” details and pop right into the ones that should make me cringe. My first interaction with Mistress and the first book was a read-aloud about the sub’s interaction one day with his mistress. While the sub was dressed in a humiliating outfit, the male sub was forced to drink quite a bit of water from a specific cup. The catch was the water was mixed with his mistress’s urine, and he was forced to drink the entire concoction.
On top of that, when he was ready to use the bathroom, his mistress denied his authority to urinate. He was forced to stand there while his mistress carried on with her day. When the sub couldn’t hold it anymore, he was forced to urinate where he stood on a towel and then was punished for making a mess. Now, I have mentioned to Mistress that I thoroughly enjoy being forced to humiliating things. The entire forced humiliation scene and then a follow-on punishment is a turn on for me. The only thing missing from the scene was the use of gear. I am sure the mistress in the journal entries uses equipment on her submissive, just not in that particular scene.
The use of gear leads me to another exciting part that Mistress shared with me. The male sub is forced to clean the Mistress’s house’s floors by hand with a toothbrush. After hours of scrubbing, it becomes time for the sub to eat a meal. His hands are bound behind him, and his food is thrown on the floor. Again, another round of forced humiliation at multiple levels. Eating off the floor is humiliating enough, but eating off the floor that he just cleaned, AND his hands were bound, wow. To top it off, his mistress ground his meal into the floor with the heel of her boots. He had to clean her heels off first before he could enjoy his food from the floor. That level of humiliation of her sub is exceptional, and as a male submissive, I find that extremely enjoyable. Just as before, it is not merely a specific action that the mistress performs but the entire scene of domination and humiliation.
I have grown as a male submissive over the years and am shedding my kink shame shell. I have been known to hide behind a wall and anxiously judge myself through assumption. But I stand here to say that I have found these two events in the readings to be exciting. There are other small moments that Mistress has shared with me that I want to save for a later discussion.
Play Sessions
My last two sessions with Mistress have felt different. We are human. We fall out of roles, especially with the busy lives that we live. But all have felt right the past month and a half. Mistress and I have really been putting our lifestyle first. Our first session of the new year involved a re-introduction into impact and rope play. Mistress intricately wrapped my arms and wrists together. She attached them to our ceiling eyelet hook designed to hold my weight. Mistress then whipped me repeatedly while teasing and denying me for over an hour. She hasn’t missed a step. The rope work was solid and sexy, and the feeling of the whip stung more so than before as my born-again virgin skin received lashing after lashing. She was the most dominant she has been in some time.
Our second session was a bit shorter and involved me being a human footrest while she worked on her computer. I was not a good submissive that day, so I spent some time under her feet while hooded and tightly leashed in place. Afterward, she attached the leash from my collar to the side of the bed and laid just out of reach of me, where she repeatedly gave herself orgasms while I struggled to get to her. I definitely walked away from both sessions needier than I was entering both sessions. My last orgasm was January 17th, I believe, and I don’t see that stretch ending any time soon. Torturous.
I want to document more of what happens weekly or monthly whenever I get the chance to sit down and type it all out. I am sure Mistress will task me with writing assignments as well.
Keep it real people.
Kneeling Kitty 