A New Game: "RECONSIDER"

Every once in awhile I get an inspired idea  from somewhere or other that takes a mundane chore and transforms it to something quite special - for me at least.  Such was the case this New Year's day, as a little germ of an evil idea began to multiply in my brain, and very quickly advanced to the state of reality.  Of course, my husband Karl would be the victim of this latest lose/lose idea, a situation he often finds himself in, and as I'm sure you can guess, his lose/lose is always my WIN.

The timing was just right.  The plans for a slave competition that I've talked about in my past few blog entries are finally coming together, and it looks as though my Domfriends are as excited as I am about the "events" being planned.  So Karl needed to go back into training, and I had just the right thing to get that training started:  a new game I've named  "Reconsider".

On New Year's day, I had Karl resume his slave status by stripping naked and bowing at my feet, and I reminded him that until further notice, when with me, he would speak only with my permission and respond without hesitation to any orders I might give him.  He knew all the rules of his slavery by now, so off we went.

Traditionally, we take down our Christmas tree right after New Year's.  We always have a real tree, and taking it down ends with moving it out of the house and into our garage where we've laid out a large piece of plastic to wrap it in for an eventual move to whatever tree recycling spot is available.  The problem is that there are always copious needles dropped on the floor of our house along the path leading to our garage.  It's about a 20 foot path, over both rugs and wood floor, and I hate the mess it leaves.  No matter how much sweeping and vacuuming Karl does afterwards, those damned needles keep turning up for weeks.  I swear the damn things positively leap off the tree in all directions.

Well, I was about to fix that problem.  After the fun of watching my naked slave taking the beads, lights and ornaments off the tree and placing them neatly in their storage boxes, I lounged on the sofa as he made trips into the garage to put the boxes away.  Actually, he wasn't quite naked as I'd put his handcuffs on him and shackled his ankles together with an eight inch chain between the shackles.  Then came the tree, which shed lots of needles on him and the floor as he shuffled out to the garage.  The tree was so dry, and it was so big that there really was an amazing amount of needles left behind.

When that was over, and it took quite some time, Karl was expecting to be told to sweep and vacuum, as usual, but I had a little surprise for him.  "Slave, this year you don't need to sweep or vacuum.  I want you to pick up all the needles by hand.  You'll crawl around so that you don't miss any, and each twenty that you pick up will be deposited in the bowl I've placed on the end table.  You'll announce the running total after each deposit, and when you're done, we'll have an exact count of how many needles there were.  I've always wondered what the total was, and now I'll know how many there were this year so we can compare the total year after year.  Won't that be nice!"

He was well trained  enough not to say anything since I hadn't given him my permission to speak.  I watched as he got on his knees and began picking up needles, using his right hand to place them in his left hand which he had to awkwardly maneuver into a position where the needles would stay put.  Such fun to watch a slave figure out how to accomplish a difficult task.  Then he had to wend his way to the bowl to deposit the needles and announce the total.  Sometimes he crawled and sometimes he stood up, probably to loosen his limbs a bit, but over and over he slowly picked up the needles.  It was taking him about a minute to pick up each 20 needles, get them into the bowl and return to the floor.  I noticed that some of the needles were attached to pieces of the dried branches which had fallen off, so I told him that he had to pluck the needles off individually, and he could clean up the branches later.

After an hour, I gave him a break by ordering him to fix me a sandwich and soft drink, and after he served it to me I told him I'd be going into the basement for awhile but to keep announcing the total out loud as he went along.  I relaxed down there, ate my snack, and called my friend Vanessa and explained what I was doing with Karl.  She thought it was hilarious, especially when I told her what was coming.  I suppose I was down there about an hour and a half, and I grabbed my big leather paddle and some nipple clamps and went back upstairs.  I'd used a large bowl for the needles, and it was nearly full.  The count was up to 2,020, which meant that his pace had slowed.  Made sense, since the distance from needles to bowl kept increasing, and there were far fewer needles to be found.

I placed the paddle and clamps on the sofa where Karl could see them, and watched him in action.  He looked pretty frazzled and wasn't moving with much pep, so I gave him a little verbal encouragement.  "It's taking you forever to do this.  There's still a bunch by the door to the garage where you had to push the tree through, so step it up and finish your chore.  I want you to be finished within the next half hour or I'll be using this paddle to boost you along."

He increased his speed as much as those hobbled ankles and wrists would allow, and he was absolutely drenched in sweat after 20 minutes, having added another 360 to the total, largely because they were so concentrated at the door, including a bunch of branches that had snapped off there. Another five minutes of crawling around and looking for strays yielded only another 12 needles.  As he approached the bowl with the final 12, I said "Have you finished?  You may speak."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"What's the final total?"

"Two thousand, three hundred and ninety two, Your Highness."

"Very impressive, slave.  We'll record the total and compare it to next year's.  Now I'm going to ask you a very important question.  I want you to think very carefully before you answer me.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Are you absolutely certain that you've picked up every single needle?"

He thought for a bit, looked around at the floor, and answered "Yes, I think so, Your Highness."

"Well, slave, let me explain about a little game we'll now play called "Reconsider".  I am going to allow you to reconsider the answer you just gave me.  Keep in mind, that if you stick with that answer, I will be doing a very close examination of the floor between the tree and the garage door.  Everywhere, including under the sofa and chairs and end tables, etc.  Everywhere.  If I find even a single needle, I will give your ass 75 strokes with my paddle and then take this bowl and fling its contents over the area you've just cleaned, and you will start all over again.  I will now give you a chance to reconsider your answer.  Is this clear?"

Karl blanched, there's no other word for it.  Before he could say anything other than "Yes, Your Highness" I continued.  "Now slave, there is a price to be paid for reconsidering.  You've already said that you have found all the needles.  So if you wish to reconsider, you will have to be punished.  You'll receive 15 with the paddle, have your nipple clamps attached, and you will have 15 minutes to search for more needles.  I'll give you a minute to think about it."

Nasty?  Yes, I know, but I just love making my slave make a choice that involves his own potential punishment.  Especially when it's a lose/lose situation for him.  It's like a math equation:  Choice + lose/lose  = fun for the Dom.  Simple, and it never fails to arouse me.

I watched Karl - a very bright slave - consider his situation for the next minute.  I was pretty sure I knew what he'd decide and I wasn't wrong.  "What's your decision slave?"

He sort of sighed and said "I'd like to reconsider,Your Highness."

I smiled.  "I believe that was a very wise choice.  Now bend over the chair, ass up in the air."  Then I gave him 15 hard ones, attached his nipple clamps, and sent him on his way.  "You have 15 minutes.  Get started."

I watched him carefully as he moved chairs around, pulled out the sofa, peered under end tables, and examined the areas where the rug met the wall.  I had a feeling he hadn't had time to do such micro cleaning before, and he knew as well as I that those needle were totally unpredictable.  I was thrilled when he found more needles!  That worked so well into my plan.  After 15 minutes, he shamefacedly  crawled to me and presented his left hand, which held 5 more needles.

"Well, well slave, it appears that you were wrong when you said you had all the needles the first time.  Good thing for you that you reconsidered.  Are you ready for the next part of our game?  You may speak."

"Yes, your Highness"

"Very good.  You've now found more needles, which means you originally lied to me.  That will cost you another 15 with the paddle.  Then I'm going to ask you once again if you feel that all the needles are accounted for.  If you say yes, you know what will happen if you're wrong, and I'm now going to add another 25 with the paddle for a total of 100 if I find any, and of course you will be starting all over.  Just imagine how it would feel after all those new hours of needle picking if the total number came up different!  My, what a tragedy that would be. 

"However, I'm once again allowing you to reconsider.  If you're not totally certain, I'll give you another 15 minutes,  Of course, your clamps will stay on and it will cost you 20 strokes with the paddle this time.  Add the 15 for lying to me, and that means 35 strokes before you get another 15 minutes.  And I must add one thing that might help your decision.  If you choose not to reconsider, I'm going to open the door  to the garage to see if any needles might have gotten caught in the doorway.  That's before I start searching the floors.  I notice you never checked that, and if some needles should fall on this side of the door, I'm afraid I'll have to consider that a failure on your part.  So take another minute and I'll get your latest answer."

Poor Karl just closed his eyes and struck the most resigned pose on his knees.  He knew he had to check that door himself or risk hours of needle picking plus awful paddling.   Not much doubt about what choice he'd make this time.  When the minute was up, I allowed him to speak.

"I'd like to reconsider, Your Highness."

"Very well.  Get over the chair with your ass in the air.  You know the drill."  And I gave him 35 with the paddle on his now cherry red ass.  I might add that there was no erection in evidence.  Off he went again, heading right to the doorway.  When he opened the door (it opens inwards) damned if a bunch of needles didn't drop to the floor.  I couldn't help it - I actually burst out laughing.  The look on his face!  He couldn't help himself either, but what he did was bark "Jesus!", before he controlled himself.  Then he clutched  the needles in  his hand and looked around frantically to see if there could possibly be any other areas he hadn't looked.  He used the entire 15 minutes before depositing the door needles in the bowl.  Then he lay prone on the floor before me and put his forehead on my shoes in utter defeat, which I found quite touching.

"Do you think you have them all now, slave.  You may speak"

"Yes, Your Highness."  His voice was completely resigned by now, and I knew he'd reached the psychological end of his rope.  I'd had a fine time, and I really didn't need any more, so I asked him again if he was ready for my inspection.

"Yes, Your Highness".

"Would you like to reconsider this time?  It will cost you more paddling."

"No, Your Highness."

"Very good.  You'll now get 15 with the paddle for saying "Jesus" and I'll begin my inspection.  After the paddling, you'll stand in the corner with your nipple clamps on and the paddle hanging from its cord in your mouth.  Do not drop the paddle."

So there was Karl in the corner, facing the wall, and it would have been quite easy to snatch a few needles from the bowl and pretend I'd found them on the floor, but fair is fair (well maybe not all the time), and I didn't do that.  I actually gave a rather cursory search, dragging it out for about 45 minutes so that Karl could sweat a little more.  I couldn't find a needle, and I'm not sure what I would have done if I had, but Karl had done a fine job after all, and he deserved to be rewarded.

I won't say what the reward was, but I will say that in the end I was a very satisfied Dom, Karl's tongue was very tired, and there was an erection in evidence.  Denied, but certainly in evidence.

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