It has been a busy late summer, early fall in this household. Real life needs and events got in the way of our 24/7 lifestyle as it tends to do. We just get so overwhelmed with life that we sometimes just land on the couch at the end of the day and just stare at the TV. While necessary, it still sucks. Mistress Pixie and I hate when it happens but have come to terms that it does happen indeed.
Mistress has been hitting the gym throughout the weekday evenings the past few months. She finds it relaxing to push her body and be healthy at the same time. As for me, I skip the gym. I typically stay home with the kiddos and do the dad thing while she is away. Depending on the time that she goes, she may come home to a surprise.
This past week, Mistress Pixie went to the gym a tad later than usual. The house went to bed before she returned, all except for me. I have been practicing surprising Mistress with self bondage. I am adrenalized knowing that Mistress will come home to find me in some sort of self bondage predicament. This past week, I cuffed my ankles together and attached them to one of our attachment points on the bed. I padlocked a black ball gag into my mouth and put the keys out of reach. To add to the surprise, I placed two sheets of sand paper under my buttocks before securing my wrists behind my back. I laid there for about 15 minutes before I heard the chime of the door.
Upon entering, Mistress gave me the once over and immediately removed my chastity device. I eagerly awaited her to undress and have her way with her restrained submissive. Instead, she sat me up on the sand paper and unlocked my hands from the back and reattched them to the front where my ankles were connected. I was now sitting upright, wrists and ankles cuffed to to same point, and gagged. Mistress went to the door, turned on the fan and off the light, and closed the door as she left. I sat in the dark, drooling down my front side, unable to see or move.
I don’t know exactly how long I sat there but it was well over an hour. It reminded me of an article I recently read about caging a slave or submissive. In a nutshell, the author talked about how a caged submissive can’t run from their thoughts as they have nothing to distract them. No music, TV, games, books, work, etc. Nothing. I experienced a small dose of this as thoughts crept into my mind that I have been avoiding for months. It was a good reflection time. One that required me to be upfront and personal with myself. Upon my release, I had some answers to questions that Mistress had posed months before.
I went to bed denied but free.
Kneeling Kitty 