My last post was an update on some our play sessions that have transpired since the beginning of the new year. I do not need to explain that Mistress, and I are gaining traction in our lifestyle after a year-long battle with barrier after barrier. Mistress’s confidence in her dominant role has grown two-fold over the past week. Many profound conversations and her self-study have been the main contributing factors to this massive rise in confidence. I have seen and felt the surge in confidence from her.
Goodbye asking and hello telling. Mistress got into the habit of asking me to do things either for her or around the house. This even began happening in our sacred space. Out of nowhere last week, Mistress began to tell me to do things. “Can you get me water” turned into “get me water”. That is a powerful message when switching up your words as a dominant. I no longer feel equal or that I have the choice to say no. When Mistress asks me if I “Can get her water?” I feel as if I can say no or I can do it of my own free will. “Get me water” is a demand, and I must obey quickly or feel her wrath.
Speaking of her wrath, I made a mistake this past week. After we had some friends over and I spent the night in a butt plug, Mistress allowed me to cum on her chest through masturbation. One speculation, I had to lick it off her chest. Well, here is where I messed up. I did not lick it up. I ended up wiping her off with a cloth that was nearby, and she was livid. Her first reaction was her plan to put me in complete bondage and forced orgasms down my throat, but she changed her mind. At first, I thought that she was going to go light and cut me some slack. Nope, just the opposite. She spent the entire next day refusing to let me urinate. I was finally allowed to urinate in the late afternoon when I just about to explode. I began managing my liquid intake so I did not burst. It was gross urine as it sat in my system almost all day. That was not the punishment, though. I had to drink a mixture of water and my urine with my dinner—every last drop. I tried to wriggle out of it with no success. I had to suck it up and drink it. It was gross and a punishment I want to avoid.
That wasn’t my only mistake, however. I am not allowed to speak to Mistress without her proper title, and for some reason, I was unable to get that straight. Mistress attached me to our bondage chair and took a shower without me. Upon her return, she shoved a bar of soap in my mouth and dragged me out to our living room so she can relax and watch Netflix. While she watched Netflix, I choked on soap and wrote the word “Mistress” on graph paper. I was to ensure it was neat and organized while filling up the entire page. I can tell you right now that I have been using Mistress’s proper title since then.
Both described instances were full of dominance from Mistress. There was no empathy, no apologies, and no explanations. She was her dominating self, and that boost in confidence has led to me having to get my act together.
Anyways until next time.
Kitty
Kneeling Kitty 