I'm thrilled to report that I'm typing this entry with two hands once again! Finally, I can get my readers up to date on the first 8 months of this very strange year. Medical issues have dominated for much of the 6 months, and the related miseries, both physical and mental, have taken their toll. Both Karl and I had very nasty bouts of the flu, and my friend Pete in his assisted living home had it much worse with a bout of pneumonia that had me worried that he wouldn't recover. He did, thankfully, and is his feisty old self once again. I was sick much of the time that he was, and that limited my visits to see him, but we kept up each other's spirits via good old fashioned phone calls.
Then, of course, came my ill fated dip in the ocean, and I've already written about that. I'm still feeling the effects in my shoulder and wrist, but to a much lesser extent, and I'm ready for a comeback in the last quarter of this year. I can type again, and I can drive again, Karl is healthy as well, and life can hopefully get back to normal. At least as "normal" as a FLM, D/s, and s/M relationship can be said to be:)
Speaking of that lovely relationship, I do have a few updates on matters of the proverbial "kink" to report. First, I must mention Vanessa and David. After David's ordeal by fire at the hands of Vanessa earlier this year, he's settled in as a strong contender for Vanessa's affections. Of course, Vanessa's affections include a heavy dose of slave driving and hard core dominance, but David seems to have thrived under her "tutelage" and the two of them are getting along famously. Vanessa orders, David obeys. Sounds like some other couple, hmm?
Actually, I did get a bit of time with David on my own. While Karl was over in England for 10 days, and I was still sick with the flu, Vanessa got tired of hearing my complaints about the unkempt condition of my house without Karl around to do his usual cleaning chores, feeding chores, etc., etc., and "volunteered" David to spend as long as necessary to help me out. She dropped him off early one morning with instructions to follow my orders and work at whatever I told him to work at, for as long as it took, even if it took days.
How strange it felt to be dominating someone else's submissive! Well, it didn't take me long to get into the swing of things, as the saying goes, and I had a lovely time ordering a totally compliant David around all day and half the night. Being the kind hearted person that I am, and realizing that his body was going to be sweating profusely before it was all over, I had him remove all of his clothes from the start. So, naked but for his chastity device (evidently Vanessa didn't quite trust me completely), off he went on the first of many rounds of chores that I had planned for him.
Oh yes, I must admit that I did place some heavy chains on him in the form of ankle and hand restraints that kept his feet about a foot apart and about half that for his hands Just enough to make the day a bit more memorable for him and to allow me to enjoy the sounds that chains make when being dragged and banged against furniture and floors as he "hobbled" around the house. After all, in all fairness that was a typical situation for Karl when he did his chores, so why should David have any less of a challenge?
David was very well trained. He dutifully vacuumed, cleaned floors, dusted woodwork, scrubbed the bathrooms and more, and I rarely had to use my crop to move him along, though it was fun to see the expression on his face the few times that I did. If I had felt better physically, I surely would have been a bit harsher, but I so appreciated his efforts that I was not my usual sadistic self. At noontime, Vanessa arrived with cold cuts and sandwich fixings, and David prepared lunch for the two of us, serving it up on platters while we fed him from a dish on the floor. I'm sure he was used to that, and he performed his waiter duties so flawlessly that we allowed him a bit of foot worship under the table as we ate.
After Vanessa departed, I had David doing a week's worth of washing, drying, ironing and putting clothes away. I rarely spoke to him other than giving orders, but I was curious to hear his side of his relationship with Vanessa, so I quizzed him a bit in the late afternoon and found that he was absolutely dedicated to his new Mistress and her happiness. His somewhat frail body belied his enthusiasm for doing her bidding, and his energy at the tasks I set for him showed that he was "doing it for his mistress" and wanted to please me as her representative on this day. All in all, having him help me out was a pleasure, and I gave Vanessa (when out of David's earshot) a glowing report of his time with me when she picked him up that evening.
Next, there is a matter to report on concerning Karl and his trip to England. I'll save that for the next posting.
Tuesday, September 5, 2017
Friday, August 4, 2017
FUN AT THE SHORE - NOT!!!
Well, so much for R&R. I'm sitting at my keyboard doing "hunt and peck" typing with my left hand, and I am not left handed. Our vacation at the seashore had me getting hit from behind by a large wave near shore, and that resulted in a tumbling and swirling event that left my right wrist severely sprained and my right shoulder yanked nearly out of its socket. No broken bones, but more than enough pain and sleepless nights.
As a result, I've spent the past month all bandaged up with probably another month to go before things are somewhat back to normal. My dominant personality does not accept injury very well at all. Sort of a "how dare you" backlash going through my head every day. Typing is difficult - thus my blog silence - but I did want to keep in contact at least enough to let my readers know that this too must pass eventually, and I will be back in stride - hopefully - very soon.
Karl, of course, has been wonderful. Waiting on me hand and foot, but that's not awfully different than our everyday lives, is it:) Vanessa has been great as my chauffeur whenever I get sick of being housebound, and Patsy as well has come through.
I'll stop for now, as I've made so many typos with this left handed stuff that I thought I'd never get this done, and I'm royally pissed off about the whole thing. I hope all of you are well, and I will, as always, welcome comments even if it may take me longer than usual to respond.
As a result, I've spent the past month all bandaged up with probably another month to go before things are somewhat back to normal. My dominant personality does not accept injury very well at all. Sort of a "how dare you" backlash going through my head every day. Typing is difficult - thus my blog silence - but I did want to keep in contact at least enough to let my readers know that this too must pass eventually, and I will be back in stride - hopefully - very soon.
Karl, of course, has been wonderful. Waiting on me hand and foot, but that's not awfully different than our everyday lives, is it:) Vanessa has been great as my chauffeur whenever I get sick of being housebound, and Patsy as well has come through.
I'll stop for now, as I've made so many typos with this left handed stuff that I thought I'd never get this done, and I'm royally pissed off about the whole thing. I hope all of you are well, and I will, as always, welcome comments even if it may take me longer than usual to respond.
Wednesday, June 7, 2017
A QUICKIE
I had all the best intentions four months or so back when I said I'd be posting more often. Unfortunately, life got in the way in the form of illnesses for Karl and I (seriously awful flu viruses) , and some more health matters to deal with outside the family (more later). Feeling physically miserable is not the norm for either me or Karl, and it put things on hold for months. Then, Karl had to go to England for 10 days on business matters, so all in all we've hardly had the time or energy to do much of anything that would be of interest to my readers.
Happily, things are back to normal, we both feel healthy again, and I should have some recaps of the last few months coming up blog-wise. I have been able to read and comment on other blogs during this time, and that helped a lot toward keeping me somewhat involved. It does seem to be quiet out there in D/s blogland these days. Thankfully, my friend fur sissy has become more active again, and the I'm Hers blog has been very interesting, among others.
At any rate, I'm sorry for this period of silence, and that will extend at least to another week or so as Karl and I get away for a much needed escape to another location for a session of "R & R". I hope to be back on the blog parade soon. My best to all of you.
Happily, things are back to normal, we both feel healthy again, and I should have some recaps of the last few months coming up blog-wise. I have been able to read and comment on other blogs during this time, and that helped a lot toward keeping me somewhat involved. It does seem to be quiet out there in D/s blogland these days. Thankfully, my friend fur sissy has become more active again, and the I'm Hers blog has been very interesting, among others.
At any rate, I'm sorry for this period of silence, and that will extend at least to another week or so as Karl and I get away for a much needed escape to another location for a session of "R & R". I hope to be back on the blog parade soon. My best to all of you.
Saturday, March 11, 2017
VANESSA AND DAVID UPDATE
I know that many of my readers are wondering what happened after the Christmas competition in regard to Vanessa and David. You can read about that situation in my post called "THE COMPETITION", but basically Vanessa's sub David did not show up for the competition as ordered by Vanessa, and we wound up having the Karl and Clarice "games" instead. Vanessa was furious about the situation, and embarrassed that her sub had failed her so dismally. She did manage to calm down and enjoy the day, but for days afterwards she wanted to talk about nothing but the "David situation".
I pointed out that it was partially her fault for springing a competition on a relatively new sub at nearly the last minute. What's more, she had abruptly shut off discussion of the matter, simply ordering David to appear at her house on Christmas day prepared to do battle. "I know that you fancy yourself a heartless Mistress," I said to her, "but you should have considered that this sort of thing was possibly too much, too soon for a relatively new sub. You could have assuaged at least some of his fears with a little more dialogue on the matter."
Vanessa wasn't convinced, and responded that David had enough training to know that she wouldn't put him in a dangerous situation, and had agreed from the first to trust and obey her implicitly. "Furthermore." she said "just not showing up, and then not answering my phone calls or my knocks on his door with me standing there banging on it is simply crazy I was so furious, and then so ashamed to have to tell my friends about it....well, I just don't know what I should do next. One part of me says I should just forget about him and find a new sub, and another part of me wants to punish him royally."
I suggested that she mull things over and try to calm down for a few more days, and under no circumstances was she to initiate contact with David. "You're right," I said, "he has no excuse for not answering the phone or his door when you went to his apartment or letting you know that he didn't want to participate, period. It speaks volumes about his so-called manhood. Right now he's probably scared to death about even contacting you, but the ball is clearly in his court. If he doesn't reach out to you within a reasonable period, I'd suggest you just close the book on him and start searching for a new sub. Personally, I'd give him no more than a week. If he hasn't contacted you by then, the hell with him."
Vanessa agreed with me, at least to some extent, and said she'd give him a week to get in touch with her while she decided whether she wanted to take him back at all. "If I do hear from him" she warned, " and if I even feel like talking to him, he'd better be prepared to eat crow and absorb any punishment I prescribe." I could only imagine what that might entail!
Well, five days after the Christmas explosion, a huge bouquet of roses and a box of Godiva chocolates arrived at Vanessa's door. The card attached simply said:
"I'm so, so sorry Mistress Vanessa. Please, please forgive me and allow me to serve you properly. Your humble servant, david."
Vanessa phoned me and told me about the flowers and chocolates and the card that went with them. "So, what are you going to do?" I asked.
"Well," she answered " I've decided to give him another chance, but I'm going to put him through absolute hell. I'm going to let him know that he's to regard himself as my total slave and to prepare to spend a week in my house doing whatever I tell him to and taking whatever punishments I dish out. No excuses, no complaints, no backing out or it's all over and he can seek out another Mistress. Believe me, if he manages to complete that week, he'll have proven himself worthy of having me as a Mistress. The truth is, I doubt that he'll be able to pull it off, but at least I'll get some serious revenge out of it."
I must admit that I shivered a bit at the sound of this. I've known Vanessa since our college days together, and I know full well what she's capable of when she wants to teach a sub a lesson. As a slave, David was going to experience her at a level he'd never seen before when he was simply a sub (not that being a sub is simple, but you know what I mean), and I had to wonder if someone who'd failed as a sub could possibly expect to deal with what was ahead for him.
That was two months ago, and Vanessa started the ball rolling by calling David and telling him what he'd have to agree to if he wanted another chance. He did agree, and she told him to free up the second week in January and to arrive at her house prepared for a week without contact with anybody but her. What's more, and to prove he was serious and not wasting her time, he was to buy 6 notebooks with at least fifty lined pages on which he would print in capital letters "I BEG TO BE MISTRESS VANESSA'S SLAVE" on each line, no less than twenty lines per page, front and back, and present it for her inspection upon his arrival.
When Vanessa told me about this assignment, I did the math and realized that there would be a total of 12,000 lines! "Yes," said Vanessa "that's one notebook a day for six straight days which should keep him thinking of what's ahead for him. It's just a little preview of coming attractions without shackles and whips, of course. He 'll look back on his little assignment with longing after things get serious."
Well, David did manage to complete his lines and he did show up at Vanessa's house for hell week. I stayed away rather than witness what came after, though Vanessa did give me updates on the phone, and much to my amazement (and Vanessa's) David survived the week! I don't know what his body looked like immediately after his ordeal, and to tell the truth I didn't want to, but I did see him when Vanessa had Patsy and I over a few weeks later for a cocktail hour (or two...or three..) prepared by David. plus some serious foot worshipping, etc. during the course of the evening. He was obviously well trained for the event, and happily bore no serious marks on his naked body. Lots of stripes, but nothing "serious":)
That's how it stands as of now, so I suppose all's well that ends well, at least for the time being. David is clearly Vanessa's creature now, and his training is a work in progress. Where it will lead remains to be seen. I'll try to update the situation as time progresses.
I pointed out that it was partially her fault for springing a competition on a relatively new sub at nearly the last minute. What's more, she had abruptly shut off discussion of the matter, simply ordering David to appear at her house on Christmas day prepared to do battle. "I know that you fancy yourself a heartless Mistress," I said to her, "but you should have considered that this sort of thing was possibly too much, too soon for a relatively new sub. You could have assuaged at least some of his fears with a little more dialogue on the matter."
Vanessa wasn't convinced, and responded that David had enough training to know that she wouldn't put him in a dangerous situation, and had agreed from the first to trust and obey her implicitly. "Furthermore." she said "just not showing up, and then not answering my phone calls or my knocks on his door with me standing there banging on it is simply crazy I was so furious, and then so ashamed to have to tell my friends about it....well, I just don't know what I should do next. One part of me says I should just forget about him and find a new sub, and another part of me wants to punish him royally."
I suggested that she mull things over and try to calm down for a few more days, and under no circumstances was she to initiate contact with David. "You're right," I said, "he has no excuse for not answering the phone or his door when you went to his apartment or letting you know that he didn't want to participate, period. It speaks volumes about his so-called manhood. Right now he's probably scared to death about even contacting you, but the ball is clearly in his court. If he doesn't reach out to you within a reasonable period, I'd suggest you just close the book on him and start searching for a new sub. Personally, I'd give him no more than a week. If he hasn't contacted you by then, the hell with him."
Vanessa agreed with me, at least to some extent, and said she'd give him a week to get in touch with her while she decided whether she wanted to take him back at all. "If I do hear from him" she warned, " and if I even feel like talking to him, he'd better be prepared to eat crow and absorb any punishment I prescribe." I could only imagine what that might entail!
Well, five days after the Christmas explosion, a huge bouquet of roses and a box of Godiva chocolates arrived at Vanessa's door. The card attached simply said:
"I'm so, so sorry Mistress Vanessa. Please, please forgive me and allow me to serve you properly. Your humble servant, david."
Vanessa phoned me and told me about the flowers and chocolates and the card that went with them. "So, what are you going to do?" I asked.
"Well," she answered " I've decided to give him another chance, but I'm going to put him through absolute hell. I'm going to let him know that he's to regard himself as my total slave and to prepare to spend a week in my house doing whatever I tell him to and taking whatever punishments I dish out. No excuses, no complaints, no backing out or it's all over and he can seek out another Mistress. Believe me, if he manages to complete that week, he'll have proven himself worthy of having me as a Mistress. The truth is, I doubt that he'll be able to pull it off, but at least I'll get some serious revenge out of it."
I must admit that I shivered a bit at the sound of this. I've known Vanessa since our college days together, and I know full well what she's capable of when she wants to teach a sub a lesson. As a slave, David was going to experience her at a level he'd never seen before when he was simply a sub (not that being a sub is simple, but you know what I mean), and I had to wonder if someone who'd failed as a sub could possibly expect to deal with what was ahead for him.
That was two months ago, and Vanessa started the ball rolling by calling David and telling him what he'd have to agree to if he wanted another chance. He did agree, and she told him to free up the second week in January and to arrive at her house prepared for a week without contact with anybody but her. What's more, and to prove he was serious and not wasting her time, he was to buy 6 notebooks with at least fifty lined pages on which he would print in capital letters "I BEG TO BE MISTRESS VANESSA'S SLAVE" on each line, no less than twenty lines per page, front and back, and present it for her inspection upon his arrival.
When Vanessa told me about this assignment, I did the math and realized that there would be a total of 12,000 lines! "Yes," said Vanessa "that's one notebook a day for six straight days which should keep him thinking of what's ahead for him. It's just a little preview of coming attractions without shackles and whips, of course. He 'll look back on his little assignment with longing after things get serious."
Well, David did manage to complete his lines and he did show up at Vanessa's house for hell week. I stayed away rather than witness what came after, though Vanessa did give me updates on the phone, and much to my amazement (and Vanessa's) David survived the week! I don't know what his body looked like immediately after his ordeal, and to tell the truth I didn't want to, but I did see him when Vanessa had Patsy and I over a few weeks later for a cocktail hour (or two...or three..) prepared by David. plus some serious foot worshipping, etc. during the course of the evening. He was obviously well trained for the event, and happily bore no serious marks on his naked body. Lots of stripes, but nothing "serious":)
That's how it stands as of now, so I suppose all's well that ends well, at least for the time being. David is clearly Vanessa's creature now, and his training is a work in progress. Where it will lead remains to be seen. I'll try to update the situation as time progresses.
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
REFLECTIONS ON A PHOTO
Every now and then I run across a photo that inspires immediate thoughts in my perverse brain. This one is such a photo. Perhaps because it's such a familiar situation for me. My husband Karl often finds himself suspended in similar fashion in our basement, and although Karl's body does not compare with the sub or slave pictured here (no disrespect to Karl - his body is just fine, but not so young or defined), there are certain similarities in their respective predicaments.
For one, Karl is often suspended in a way that leaves him barely touching the ground. In a fairly short time, this results in a great deal of tension on his legs - not to mention his arms and shoulders - and it isn't long before those legs are quivering. He can pull himself upwards to relieve the legs, but that's quite temporary and only results in extra pressure on his upper body.
As to other similarities, note that the lovely Dom is fully clothed. Very nice shoes and striking hosiery (love the French Heels), as well as a rather severe hair style, nice jewelry, form fitting skirt and classic blouse. Standing before her naked sub, cool and collected in the presence of his dilemma, she's casually looking over her shoulder at.... what? In my basement, it would be a wall full of "implements". All sorts of whips, paddles, shackles, hoods, nipple clamps, etc., etc. etc. A lovely display of possibilities visible to both the Dom and the sub. An all-around delightful scene.
Well now that I've sort of put myself into the picture, what next? Recognizing that Karl is in deep trouble, I'd find it amusing to offer him various methods of relief. I'd enjoy giving him the option of relieving his pain by "buying" time lowered down from his current level of suspension, and with his feet fully on the floor. The cost? Well, I'm afraid it's more pain, but since it's different than his current pain, it becomes an attractive alternative for at least a certain amount of time.
For instance, after observing fifteen quivery minutes, let's say I inform him that he's going to remain suspended for the next two hours. Would he buy fifteen minutes on his feet for the cost of, say, 20 strokes with a paddle and the addition of nipple clamps for the duration of his suspension ordeal? An interesting choice, is it not?. He'd then be raised up again, legs, arms and shoulders once again stretched out and quivering, and given 15 minutes to consider his next "purchase". How about another fifteen minutes with feet on the floor for 30 with my whip, and - being generous - I'll remove my blouse and bra so that he can gaze at my breasts for a minute or so before and after I whip him? Would he take that offer? Would you, my male readers?
Well, how about this one? After yet another fifteen minutes of suspension, I offer him fifteen more minutes on his feet for 50 with my riding crop along his legs and groin area. As a bonus, I'll allow him to kiss each of my nipples twice when I finish with the crop. My generosity knows no bounds, right? Back up he'll go after that, and so on and so on until the two hours are up.
All of these thoughts running through my head just because I came across that photo (reprinted from slaveadam.tumblr.com). Time to check on Karl. Interesting how life often imitates art.
As to other similarities, note that the lovely Dom is fully clothed. Very nice shoes and striking hosiery (love the French Heels), as well as a rather severe hair style, nice jewelry, form fitting skirt and classic blouse. Standing before her naked sub, cool and collected in the presence of his dilemma, she's casually looking over her shoulder at.... what? In my basement, it would be a wall full of "implements". All sorts of whips, paddles, shackles, hoods, nipple clamps, etc., etc. etc. A lovely display of possibilities visible to both the Dom and the sub. An all-around delightful scene.
Well now that I've sort of put myself into the picture, what next? Recognizing that Karl is in deep trouble, I'd find it amusing to offer him various methods of relief. I'd enjoy giving him the option of relieving his pain by "buying" time lowered down from his current level of suspension, and with his feet fully on the floor. The cost? Well, I'm afraid it's more pain, but since it's different than his current pain, it becomes an attractive alternative for at least a certain amount of time.
For instance, after observing fifteen quivery minutes, let's say I inform him that he's going to remain suspended for the next two hours. Would he buy fifteen minutes on his feet for the cost of, say, 20 strokes with a paddle and the addition of nipple clamps for the duration of his suspension ordeal? An interesting choice, is it not?. He'd then be raised up again, legs, arms and shoulders once again stretched out and quivering, and given 15 minutes to consider his next "purchase". How about another fifteen minutes with feet on the floor for 30 with my whip, and - being generous - I'll remove my blouse and bra so that he can gaze at my breasts for a minute or so before and after I whip him? Would he take that offer? Would you, my male readers?
Well, how about this one? After yet another fifteen minutes of suspension, I offer him fifteen more minutes on his feet for 50 with my riding crop along his legs and groin area. As a bonus, I'll allow him to kiss each of my nipples twice when I finish with the crop. My generosity knows no bounds, right? Back up he'll go after that, and so on and so on until the two hours are up.
All of these thoughts running through my head just because I came across that photo (reprinted from slaveadam.tumblr.com). Time to check on Karl. Interesting how life often imitates art.
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
THE COMPETITION
Finally! I finally have the time to finish the Christmas competition posting, and I do apologize (once again) for the delay. I'll assume that you've read the previous few blog entries, and I'll just begin where I left off.
Once Clarice declared that she wanted to compete with Karl, the matter of what the competition would consist of remained to be seen. Clarice thought about it a bit and came up with the following suggestions:
1. A tug of war between Karl and her, much like the original one we had planned with the apple fetching, except that they would have their feet attached to each other by a rope and their hands tied behind them. Clarice was certain that her superior leg strength would offset Karl's extra weight in such a contest.
2. The "ball on the spoon" obstacle course race we'd originally designed for the two subs, unchanged.
3. A new contest which involved balance. Both Karl and Clarice would step onto a wooden crate (we had several in the basement left over from wine delivery), hands tied behind their backs, blindfolds on, and be forced to balance themselves on the crate for five minutes. Easy so far, but at the end of ten minutes they each had to raise their right foot and balance on the left for another ten minutes, then if they were both still standing, they had to switch to their right foot for another ten minutes, and back to the left, and so forth until somebody fell off the crate.
4. And finally - Clarice insisted on this one - a classic arm wrestling contest where Clarice could totally humiliate Karl with her superior strength from years of weight training and body building.
After much discussion, we all agreed on the various contests, and now the big question was punishment for the losers of each event. I had no intention of physically punishing Clarice, though I had a sneaky feeling that she wouldn't have minded at all if I agreed to it, and although Vanessa was probably more than willing to take out her frustrations on anyone handy, I simply was not going to allow a female to be punished corporally in my home.
Vanessa suggested that we punish Karl for each lost event, with Clarice just laughing off any defeat, but that didn't sit well with me. Clarice was so cocky about winning everything, that I felt she should also have something to lose if Karl won any of the events. Years ago we had a contest that involved Karl licking and tasting the feet of myself, Clarice, Vanessa and Patsy in an effort to identify whose feet he was "worshipping". Clarice bet me $50 (if memory serves) that he couldn't do it. When he won, she was furious and only very reluctantly paid up. That was the source of many of the ill feelings she had toward Karl, and she threatened to one day get him alone to take her revenge.
So I said "Let's have Clarice put her money where her mouth is. How about $20 for every contest she loses? Karl gets 20 with the paddle, etc., for each of his losses, and Clarice pays $20 for each of her losses."
I could see by the expression on her face that Clarice was not exactly happy about the prospect of losing money even though she thought she'd be winning everything. Finally, she responded with "Okay. I'll do it, but on one condition. I get to do all the punishing for Karl. Twenty with the paddle for the first event, twenty with a crop for the second, twenty with a strap for the third and twenty with the flogger for the fourth. Plus, I want to administer the punishment after each event, not at the end."
I must admit to being more than a little concerned at the prospect of what she could do to Karl if he lost all four events, and her expertise and viciousness with the flogger was a true concern. So I countered with a proposition of my own. "No blood, Clarice. At the first sign of blood, we'll call the whole thing off, period. Take it or leave it." I wasn't about to risk the prospect of any real damage to Karl.
Clarice gave me a look of disgust, but finally said "Okay, I agree, but you're really much too easy on him. No blood, but he's going to feel it for a long while. That I guarantee." I glanced over at Karl, who had listened to this whole discussion while acting as Clarice's footstool, and the look on his face told me that he was REALLY scared about the contests to come. I raised his head so that I was looking in his eyes. "Don't hold back in these contests. Beat her for me, slave." He nodded, but the fear was definitely reflected in his eyes, and I wondered how he'd survive this particular ordeal if he lost badly.
As we made final preps for the first contest, Clarice shocked us all by stripping naked! I think my mouth fell open, but she said "He's naked, so I'll be naked. I don't want anyone saying that I had any sort of advantage at all. This is Woman versus Man, and Woman is going to kick ass." Then she started flexing her muscles, much like the prep I'd seen her go through for her body building contests, and she was quite a sight to behold. My fears for Karl were only heightened by the display, and I began to think that this was all a big mistake. Clarice was channeling some sort of Amazon woman, and I wondered if she hadn't gone somewhat crazy out there in California.
At any rate, I couldn't very well cancel the competition just because Clarice was naked, so off we went. We tied both Karl's and Clarice's ankles together, and strung a rope between them, so the contest was to be held with them both on hands and knees, pulling each other to reach their respective apples. It turned into quite a battle. At first, Karl's extra weight was clearly stopping Clarice's efforts, and he slowly but surely crept toward his apple, dragging Clarice along. Then with a literal scream, Clarice found some sort of inner strength and jolted Karl away from his apple just before he grabbed it with his teeth. Her sudden yank pulled Karl off balance and he rolled over on his side, which gave Clarice a big advantage. Before Karl could right himself, Clarice managed to reach her apple, grab it with her teeth and head over to the couch where Vanessa and I were sitting. Karl managed to scramble back to his original position, but Clarice had the momentum and dropped the apple at our feet, letting out a victory howl as she did so.
The paddling that ensued was a bit terrifying to watch, as each swat on his ass visibly jolted Karl, and was much more powerful than any he'd ever had from me. I could now see that Clarice's insistence on administering the punishment after each contest was designed to break his will and make him an easy mark for the next event. I feared that the worst was yet to come. When I spoke to Karl later, he told me that the paddling was so intense that he knew he couldn't continue to lose. Although his ass was sore and burning from the leather paddle, something clicked inside of him and he said to himself, "NO MORE!". I had never really seen Karl in his earlier sports competition days, but from various talks we had previously had, he was well respected for his skills in football and baseball, plus I did know that when not serving me his A level personality was a sight to behold. Karl did not like losing, period.
The second contest began with both of the combatants sweaty and somewhat breathless, and Karl's ass was already raw looking. Since no blood was shed, I had no choice but to let it go on. The ball on the spoon event turned out to be hilarious. Both K and C constantly dropped the ball as they hobbled through our obstacle course and it took forever to get the balls back on the spoons with hands tied. Vanessa and I were in hysterics watching them stumble around, and in the end it was Karl who prevailed. A furious Clarice went to her purse, grabbed her wallet, and threw a 20 dollar bill at my feet. She just glared at Karl and said, "Next", then at me and said "Get that strap ready".
The third contest had us moving to the basement where both had to step up onto a wooden crate and go through the balancing act that we'd designed. They both made it easily through the session with both feet on the barrel, but when they raised their right feet for balancing on their left feet, Karl was visibly in trouble. His big body was definitely top heavy, while Clarice's body was perfectly proportioned and steady as a rock. Karl never made it past the left foot session as he stumbled off the crate rather quickly. Another exultant cry leapt from Clarice's lips as she went for the strap hanging from the wall in our basement.
She insisted that Karl drape his body over the wooden horse we owned, using the hand and foot straps to hold him down. Then she administered twenty blistering (quite literally) strokes on the back upper portion of his legs that had him unable to control the howling that came from his mouth. Once again, this was a level of pain that I was simply physically unable to give him. Clarice was having a ball, Karl's legs were bright red and raw, and now I was really sorry that I'd ever agreed to this.
Clarice was now totally confident again, and could hardly wait to get to event number 4. So cocky was she that she got in my face and said "How about double or nothing on this one? I win and Karl gets forty with the flogger. I lose and you get forty bucks. What do you say?"
"No way, Clarice" is what I said. "Forty with the flogger would just about kill him. I'm not even sure I want to continue with this." I turned to Vanessa and asked her "What do you think? Has he had enough?"
"Fuck that," said Vanessa. "He's in slave mode, right? Let him gets what he deserves if he loses. I only wish David were here to take his place."
Clearly, Vanessa was the wrong person to ask considering her mood concerning David's no-show. Then Clarice chimed in with "Don't wuss out on me now. We made a deal and I want to finish this off in style. I've been waiting for years to introduce my flogger to Karl. He's a big boy now. Ask him if he wants to quit."
And so I did, and he said "No, your Highness, I'm going to beat her." So against my better judgment, on we went to event number 4, the hand wrestling contest. We did it with both contestants standing up and facing each other across a counter in the middle of our kitchen. I doubt that Karl could have sat down at this point with his glowing, raw ass and the back of his legs on fire. We agreed on the best two out of three, and they locked hands and wrists and waited for Vanessa to shout "GO!".
Round one lasted much longer than I expected, with both wrestlers pouring sweat as they struggled against each other. Almost to my disbelief, Karl began to get the edge, and with a loud grunt he positively smashed Clarice's fist into the counter so hard that I thought he must have broken a bone in her hand. Clarice let out a howl of pain, and screamed "You son of a bitch!" as she grabbed her right hand and ran for the water faucet. She turned on the cold water tap and let it run over her knuckles which were already swelling up.
"That's enough," I said. "This contest is over. Karl wins round four."
"No way," said Clarice. "I've got another hand. We'll do it left handed." Well, Clarice has no idea that I have this blog, so I'll share a little secret with my readers. Karl is ambidextrous. Just as much strength in either arm. Shame on me, but I was so pissed at the damage Clarice had already done to Karl that I didn't say a word.
"Fine, Clarice. Have it your own way." A quick glance at Karl revealed a slight smile that only I saw, and they lined up once again, left hands and wrists locked together. This one only lasted a few seconds, and to Karl's credit he didn't smash her hand down this time. Just slowly forced it to the counter as he looked Clarice in the eyes, and said out loud "I win. You lose. Thank you Goddess Clarice". (When discussing this with Karl several days later, I asked him why he was so confident that he would win the arm wrestling event. He said that when they were doing the tug of war, he realized that Clarice's muscles did not represent true strength. "She trained for body sculpting and muscle toning, not strength, and it's a different thing completely. I would have won the tug of war if I hadn't fallen over, so I knew I was really much stronger than she was." Quite a clever little slave boy, if I do say so myself:)).
I do believe that steam rose from Clarice's head, but she said nothing and reached for her purse. I grabbed her hand and said "No, Clarice. I don't want your money. You're my guest and I just wanted to make your trip memorable. You, me and Vanessa will leave Karl to clean up here, and we'll go out on the town. Let's see if we can find some action on Christmas night. Here's your other twenty dollars."
Then I turned to Karl and said "Well done, slave. But you only managed to win half the contests. We'll deal with your punishment later. Maybe when we return I'll let Clarissa show you her flogging technique. Or perhaps she'll settle for just having you lick the sweat from her body right now. Which do you prefer, Clarice."
I'd finally gotten a smile out of her, and she said "Well, I'd prefer the flogging, but you said "maybe" and I know you'll wuss out again later, so let the licking begin. No pussy, but Karl can start with my armpits and work his way down from there, ass included."
Karl did as directed, and that's the way the competition ended. Merry Christmas Clarice!
Once Clarice declared that she wanted to compete with Karl, the matter of what the competition would consist of remained to be seen. Clarice thought about it a bit and came up with the following suggestions:
1. A tug of war between Karl and her, much like the original one we had planned with the apple fetching, except that they would have their feet attached to each other by a rope and their hands tied behind them. Clarice was certain that her superior leg strength would offset Karl's extra weight in such a contest.
2. The "ball on the spoon" obstacle course race we'd originally designed for the two subs, unchanged.
3. A new contest which involved balance. Both Karl and Clarice would step onto a wooden crate (we had several in the basement left over from wine delivery), hands tied behind their backs, blindfolds on, and be forced to balance themselves on the crate for five minutes. Easy so far, but at the end of ten minutes they each had to raise their right foot and balance on the left for another ten minutes, then if they were both still standing, they had to switch to their right foot for another ten minutes, and back to the left, and so forth until somebody fell off the crate.
4. And finally - Clarice insisted on this one - a classic arm wrestling contest where Clarice could totally humiliate Karl with her superior strength from years of weight training and body building.
After much discussion, we all agreed on the various contests, and now the big question was punishment for the losers of each event. I had no intention of physically punishing Clarice, though I had a sneaky feeling that she wouldn't have minded at all if I agreed to it, and although Vanessa was probably more than willing to take out her frustrations on anyone handy, I simply was not going to allow a female to be punished corporally in my home.
Vanessa suggested that we punish Karl for each lost event, with Clarice just laughing off any defeat, but that didn't sit well with me. Clarice was so cocky about winning everything, that I felt she should also have something to lose if Karl won any of the events. Years ago we had a contest that involved Karl licking and tasting the feet of myself, Clarice, Vanessa and Patsy in an effort to identify whose feet he was "worshipping". Clarice bet me $50 (if memory serves) that he couldn't do it. When he won, she was furious and only very reluctantly paid up. That was the source of many of the ill feelings she had toward Karl, and she threatened to one day get him alone to take her revenge.
So I said "Let's have Clarice put her money where her mouth is. How about $20 for every contest she loses? Karl gets 20 with the paddle, etc., for each of his losses, and Clarice pays $20 for each of her losses."
I could see by the expression on her face that Clarice was not exactly happy about the prospect of losing money even though she thought she'd be winning everything. Finally, she responded with "Okay. I'll do it, but on one condition. I get to do all the punishing for Karl. Twenty with the paddle for the first event, twenty with a crop for the second, twenty with a strap for the third and twenty with the flogger for the fourth. Plus, I want to administer the punishment after each event, not at the end."
I must admit to being more than a little concerned at the prospect of what she could do to Karl if he lost all four events, and her expertise and viciousness with the flogger was a true concern. So I countered with a proposition of my own. "No blood, Clarice. At the first sign of blood, we'll call the whole thing off, period. Take it or leave it." I wasn't about to risk the prospect of any real damage to Karl.
Clarice gave me a look of disgust, but finally said "Okay, I agree, but you're really much too easy on him. No blood, but he's going to feel it for a long while. That I guarantee." I glanced over at Karl, who had listened to this whole discussion while acting as Clarice's footstool, and the look on his face told me that he was REALLY scared about the contests to come. I raised his head so that I was looking in his eyes. "Don't hold back in these contests. Beat her for me, slave." He nodded, but the fear was definitely reflected in his eyes, and I wondered how he'd survive this particular ordeal if he lost badly.
As we made final preps for the first contest, Clarice shocked us all by stripping naked! I think my mouth fell open, but she said "He's naked, so I'll be naked. I don't want anyone saying that I had any sort of advantage at all. This is Woman versus Man, and Woman is going to kick ass." Then she started flexing her muscles, much like the prep I'd seen her go through for her body building contests, and she was quite a sight to behold. My fears for Karl were only heightened by the display, and I began to think that this was all a big mistake. Clarice was channeling some sort of Amazon woman, and I wondered if she hadn't gone somewhat crazy out there in California.
At any rate, I couldn't very well cancel the competition just because Clarice was naked, so off we went. We tied both Karl's and Clarice's ankles together, and strung a rope between them, so the contest was to be held with them both on hands and knees, pulling each other to reach their respective apples. It turned into quite a battle. At first, Karl's extra weight was clearly stopping Clarice's efforts, and he slowly but surely crept toward his apple, dragging Clarice along. Then with a literal scream, Clarice found some sort of inner strength and jolted Karl away from his apple just before he grabbed it with his teeth. Her sudden yank pulled Karl off balance and he rolled over on his side, which gave Clarice a big advantage. Before Karl could right himself, Clarice managed to reach her apple, grab it with her teeth and head over to the couch where Vanessa and I were sitting. Karl managed to scramble back to his original position, but Clarice had the momentum and dropped the apple at our feet, letting out a victory howl as she did so.
The paddling that ensued was a bit terrifying to watch, as each swat on his ass visibly jolted Karl, and was much more powerful than any he'd ever had from me. I could now see that Clarice's insistence on administering the punishment after each contest was designed to break his will and make him an easy mark for the next event. I feared that the worst was yet to come. When I spoke to Karl later, he told me that the paddling was so intense that he knew he couldn't continue to lose. Although his ass was sore and burning from the leather paddle, something clicked inside of him and he said to himself, "NO MORE!". I had never really seen Karl in his earlier sports competition days, but from various talks we had previously had, he was well respected for his skills in football and baseball, plus I did know that when not serving me his A level personality was a sight to behold. Karl did not like losing, period.
The second contest began with both of the combatants sweaty and somewhat breathless, and Karl's ass was already raw looking. Since no blood was shed, I had no choice but to let it go on. The ball on the spoon event turned out to be hilarious. Both K and C constantly dropped the ball as they hobbled through our obstacle course and it took forever to get the balls back on the spoons with hands tied. Vanessa and I were in hysterics watching them stumble around, and in the end it was Karl who prevailed. A furious Clarice went to her purse, grabbed her wallet, and threw a 20 dollar bill at my feet. She just glared at Karl and said, "Next", then at me and said "Get that strap ready".
The third contest had us moving to the basement where both had to step up onto a wooden crate and go through the balancing act that we'd designed. They both made it easily through the session with both feet on the barrel, but when they raised their right feet for balancing on their left feet, Karl was visibly in trouble. His big body was definitely top heavy, while Clarice's body was perfectly proportioned and steady as a rock. Karl never made it past the left foot session as he stumbled off the crate rather quickly. Another exultant cry leapt from Clarice's lips as she went for the strap hanging from the wall in our basement.
She insisted that Karl drape his body over the wooden horse we owned, using the hand and foot straps to hold him down. Then she administered twenty blistering (quite literally) strokes on the back upper portion of his legs that had him unable to control the howling that came from his mouth. Once again, this was a level of pain that I was simply physically unable to give him. Clarice was having a ball, Karl's legs were bright red and raw, and now I was really sorry that I'd ever agreed to this.
Clarice was now totally confident again, and could hardly wait to get to event number 4. So cocky was she that she got in my face and said "How about double or nothing on this one? I win and Karl gets forty with the flogger. I lose and you get forty bucks. What do you say?"
"No way, Clarice" is what I said. "Forty with the flogger would just about kill him. I'm not even sure I want to continue with this." I turned to Vanessa and asked her "What do you think? Has he had enough?"
"Fuck that," said Vanessa. "He's in slave mode, right? Let him gets what he deserves if he loses. I only wish David were here to take his place."
Clearly, Vanessa was the wrong person to ask considering her mood concerning David's no-show. Then Clarice chimed in with "Don't wuss out on me now. We made a deal and I want to finish this off in style. I've been waiting for years to introduce my flogger to Karl. He's a big boy now. Ask him if he wants to quit."
And so I did, and he said "No, your Highness, I'm going to beat her." So against my better judgment, on we went to event number 4, the hand wrestling contest. We did it with both contestants standing up and facing each other across a counter in the middle of our kitchen. I doubt that Karl could have sat down at this point with his glowing, raw ass and the back of his legs on fire. We agreed on the best two out of three, and they locked hands and wrists and waited for Vanessa to shout "GO!".
Round one lasted much longer than I expected, with both wrestlers pouring sweat as they struggled against each other. Almost to my disbelief, Karl began to get the edge, and with a loud grunt he positively smashed Clarice's fist into the counter so hard that I thought he must have broken a bone in her hand. Clarice let out a howl of pain, and screamed "You son of a bitch!" as she grabbed her right hand and ran for the water faucet. She turned on the cold water tap and let it run over her knuckles which were already swelling up.
"That's enough," I said. "This contest is over. Karl wins round four."
"No way," said Clarice. "I've got another hand. We'll do it left handed." Well, Clarice has no idea that I have this blog, so I'll share a little secret with my readers. Karl is ambidextrous. Just as much strength in either arm. Shame on me, but I was so pissed at the damage Clarice had already done to Karl that I didn't say a word.
"Fine, Clarice. Have it your own way." A quick glance at Karl revealed a slight smile that only I saw, and they lined up once again, left hands and wrists locked together. This one only lasted a few seconds, and to Karl's credit he didn't smash her hand down this time. Just slowly forced it to the counter as he looked Clarice in the eyes, and said out loud "I win. You lose. Thank you Goddess Clarice". (When discussing this with Karl several days later, I asked him why he was so confident that he would win the arm wrestling event. He said that when they were doing the tug of war, he realized that Clarice's muscles did not represent true strength. "She trained for body sculpting and muscle toning, not strength, and it's a different thing completely. I would have won the tug of war if I hadn't fallen over, so I knew I was really much stronger than she was." Quite a clever little slave boy, if I do say so myself:)).
I do believe that steam rose from Clarice's head, but she said nothing and reached for her purse. I grabbed her hand and said "No, Clarice. I don't want your money. You're my guest and I just wanted to make your trip memorable. You, me and Vanessa will leave Karl to clean up here, and we'll go out on the town. Let's see if we can find some action on Christmas night. Here's your other twenty dollars."
Then I turned to Karl and said "Well done, slave. But you only managed to win half the contests. We'll deal with your punishment later. Maybe when we return I'll let Clarissa show you her flogging technique. Or perhaps she'll settle for just having you lick the sweat from her body right now. Which do you prefer, Clarice."
I'd finally gotten a smile out of her, and she said "Well, I'd prefer the flogging, but you said "maybe" and I know you'll wuss out again later, so let the licking begin. No pussy, but Karl can start with my armpits and work his way down from there, ass included."
Karl did as directed, and that's the way the competition ended. Merry Christmas Clarice!
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Sorry, Sorry, Sorry
I ended my last post by saying that I promise, promise, promise to finish the story of our Christmas within a few days. Now I'm forced to apologize with an equal number of "sorrys". I don't like breaking promises and I almost never say I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that something happened that I couldn't have anticipated. Readers may remember that Patsy was unable to be around for our Christmas competition because she (and her family) felt that her father was quite frail and this might be his last Christmas. Well, she spent Christmas with her family, came home again, and just yesterday her father actually did pass away. She was very broken up over it and asked me to go with her to attend the funeral. I, of course, agreed and Vanessa is coming along as well. We're flying out tomorrow and will be gone for 3 days or more if need be.
Thus my apologies to my readers for not finishing the Christmas posting quickly, but I will once again promise to finish it as soon as I return. It's going to be a fairly long and complicated posting, and I want to write it when I have the time to give it its due. Once again, sorry for the delay, but I'm afraid it can't be helped. I'll be back soon.
Thus my apologies to my readers for not finishing the Christmas posting quickly, but I will once again promise to finish it as soon as I return. It's going to be a fairly long and complicated posting, and I want to write it when I have the time to give it its due. Once again, sorry for the delay, but I'm afraid it can't be helped. I'll be back soon.
Friday, January 20, 2017
AND SO THIS WAS CHRISTMAS...
I'm sorry to have taken so long to write about what actually happened Christmas day, but life has a way of throwing things at you that have to be dealt with....and anyway, here is what happened:
First, I'll refer everyone to my last two blogs for an account of the lead-in to Christmas day. With Vanessa's sub (David) out of the picture, all of our original plans went out the window. We had decided on the following 4 events:
1. A play on mini maid's dress up contest, with the elf outfits that Patsy had sent over as the base. Each slave would dress the other as the cutest elf, complete with an array of makeup that I had on hand. Best outfit, as judged by Vanessa, Clarice and myself would avoid the 20 paddle smacks for the loser - with each Dom doing the paddling, for a total of 60.
2. A tug of war as described by fur sissy with the slave's balls attached to each other by rope and an apple for each to fetch with their mouth (no hands) at opposite ends of the room. First one to lay the apple at our feet would be the winner. Loser would get 20 whacks with a riding crop from each Dom, and we'd also planned to urge both of them along with said crop during the apple race.
3. Another fur sissy inspired idea with each slave holding a spoon in his mouth on which a golf ball had been placed. Slaves' hands tied behind their backs, ankles tied with a short rope between, and the slave required to navigate a course that we had laid out around the house. If the ball dropped, the slave had to get it back on the spoon (not easy) and eventually complete the course. Winner avoided the 20 strokes with my favorite strap from each of the Doms.
4. Couldn't leave out the foot worship, so we decided on a toenail painting contest. Each slave would worship each Dom's feet for five solid minutes with expected fervor. Karl on the left foot, David on the right. Doms voting on the best worship job. Next, each slave had to remove the current nail polish from their assigned feet and then re-polish their 3 feet with a nail polish I had on hand. Their hands tied, of course. Once again, the best job would be voted on by the Doms. Loser of the total vote would get a taste of the flogger employed by our special guest Clarice. One for each toe, for a total of 15 (five on each assigned foot), and believe me when I say that 15 with a flogger from Clarice was quite a punishment. Much more would mean major flesh damage, and I didn't want that.
Then the boys would serve us dinner and drinks. I had opted for a very fancy carry-out rather than a home cooked meal to save time, and the slaves would be attached together by a rope between their ball collars for the serving. That figured to be quite hysterical, and what a shame it never happened.
Of course, the whole thing never happened because of David's absence, and Vanessa was positively fuming with fury and embarrassment. Clarice and I did our best to calm her down, but she had no desire to be placated and just kept spouting off on all the things she'd do to punish David IF he ever showed up and IF she took him back, etc. It finally got a bit old and I had to take her aside to calm her down and not ruin everything for Clarice's visit. Thankfully, she listened to me and we set about enjoying what was left of the day, making plans on the wing, as the saying goes.
Clarice was clearly disappointed that no competition would take place, and then she had a brainstorm. She suddenly stood up and announced "There will be a competition! Me against Karl!!"
I laughed when she said it, but then I saw that she was serious.
"Why not?" she said. "I'm as strong as a man, I'm as big as Karl, and I guarantee I'm in better shape. Let's do it!"
"Clarice," I said "that's crazy. If it's a real competition, it would have a winner and a loser with punishment for the loser. If you should lose, you'd have to be punished, and I assure you that neither Vanessa nor I plan to administer punishment to you. It just won't work."
"Give me a minute" she said. "Let me think about it a bit. We'd have to change the nature of the competition since I've got no balls to torture and I don't plan to worship any feet or get dressed like an elf, but I've got an idea in mind." And indeed she did. I must stop here for now, but I promise, promise, promise to finish this within the next few days. In the meantime, I'd welcome your comments.
First, I'll refer everyone to my last two blogs for an account of the lead-in to Christmas day. With Vanessa's sub (David) out of the picture, all of our original plans went out the window. We had decided on the following 4 events:
1. A play on mini maid's dress up contest, with the elf outfits that Patsy had sent over as the base. Each slave would dress the other as the cutest elf, complete with an array of makeup that I had on hand. Best outfit, as judged by Vanessa, Clarice and myself would avoid the 20 paddle smacks for the loser - with each Dom doing the paddling, for a total of 60.
2. A tug of war as described by fur sissy with the slave's balls attached to each other by rope and an apple for each to fetch with their mouth (no hands) at opposite ends of the room. First one to lay the apple at our feet would be the winner. Loser would get 20 whacks with a riding crop from each Dom, and we'd also planned to urge both of them along with said crop during the apple race.
3. Another fur sissy inspired idea with each slave holding a spoon in his mouth on which a golf ball had been placed. Slaves' hands tied behind their backs, ankles tied with a short rope between, and the slave required to navigate a course that we had laid out around the house. If the ball dropped, the slave had to get it back on the spoon (not easy) and eventually complete the course. Winner avoided the 20 strokes with my favorite strap from each of the Doms.
4. Couldn't leave out the foot worship, so we decided on a toenail painting contest. Each slave would worship each Dom's feet for five solid minutes with expected fervor. Karl on the left foot, David on the right. Doms voting on the best worship job. Next, each slave had to remove the current nail polish from their assigned feet and then re-polish their 3 feet with a nail polish I had on hand. Their hands tied, of course. Once again, the best job would be voted on by the Doms. Loser of the total vote would get a taste of the flogger employed by our special guest Clarice. One for each toe, for a total of 15 (five on each assigned foot), and believe me when I say that 15 with a flogger from Clarice was quite a punishment. Much more would mean major flesh damage, and I didn't want that.
Then the boys would serve us dinner and drinks. I had opted for a very fancy carry-out rather than a home cooked meal to save time, and the slaves would be attached together by a rope between their ball collars for the serving. That figured to be quite hysterical, and what a shame it never happened.
Of course, the whole thing never happened because of David's absence, and Vanessa was positively fuming with fury and embarrassment. Clarice and I did our best to calm her down, but she had no desire to be placated and just kept spouting off on all the things she'd do to punish David IF he ever showed up and IF she took him back, etc. It finally got a bit old and I had to take her aside to calm her down and not ruin everything for Clarice's visit. Thankfully, she listened to me and we set about enjoying what was left of the day, making plans on the wing, as the saying goes.
Clarice was clearly disappointed that no competition would take place, and then she had a brainstorm. She suddenly stood up and announced "There will be a competition! Me against Karl!!"
I laughed when she said it, but then I saw that she was serious.
"Why not?" she said. "I'm as strong as a man, I'm as big as Karl, and I guarantee I'm in better shape. Let's do it!"
"Clarice," I said "that's crazy. If it's a real competition, it would have a winner and a loser with punishment for the loser. If you should lose, you'd have to be punished, and I assure you that neither Vanessa nor I plan to administer punishment to you. It just won't work."
"Give me a minute" she said. "Let me think about it a bit. We'd have to change the nature of the competition since I've got no balls to torture and I don't plan to worship any feet or get dressed like an elf, but I've got an idea in mind." And indeed she did. I must stop here for now, but I promise, promise, promise to finish this within the next few days. In the meantime, I'd welcome your comments.
Friday, January 6, 2017
THE BEST LAID PLANS
I'm not sure just what it is about planning a slave competition that leads to unexpected - and disappointing - results for me. In my last post I wrote about my plan (and Vanessa's) to have our "slaves" face off against each other in a series of competitions during Christmas to celebrate the visit of our old friend Clarice. She arrived by plane on Friday just before Christmas, and Vanessa and I met her at the airport. She looked great, all tanned and healthy and even more muscular than when she'd left. The body building years in California had obviously been kind to her.
We went back to my house where Karl met us at the door, naked and on his knees, and with the proper foot kissing greeting he's been trained to do. Clarice teased him with a big "So glad to see you again, Karl. I've been waiting to conduct some unfinished business with you" greeting. This referred to an earlier time when she'd told Karl that she was looking forward to having some "alone" time with him, which Karl was terrified might happen some day. For Karl, Clarice was the bogeyman personified.
At any rate, Karl acted as bartender and server for the rest of the evening as we ladies gabbed and talked about old times, acting as a footstool in between fetching drinks and munchies from the kitchen, and pretty much ignored otherwise. We also solidified plans for our slave competition between Karl and Vanessa's relatively new sub which was planned for Christmas day. Vanessa's sub was named David and had been under her "tutelage" for only a few months. He was much younger than Karl - about half his age - and I'd seen him only a few times at Vanessa's house while he was being trained. He was not a live-in sub - at least not yet - but had an apartment nearby and served Vanessa pretty much every day despite having a job of his own. Vanessa was very pleased at his progress and very excited about the upcoming competition.
So far so good, right? Patsy, who couldn't be there on Christmas, had sent over some elf costumes, complete with red pointy caps and red pointy slippers, and a variety of bows with which to festoon our subs. We were all very excited at the prospects for Christmas day - well, maybe not including Karl - and the evening ended on a high note.
The trouble started on Saturday. Vanessa chose that day to break the news to David about what was to occur on Sunday, including the competition, and David was not at all happy. He is a somewhat frail young man, and expressed concern about going up against Karl. Vanessa had described Karl to him, and that was evidently a big mistake, as Karl is tall and well built, a bit on the stocky side, but muscular and in very good shape. Vanessa told David that he'd have the advantage of being younger and probably quicker, etc., etc., but David wasn't convinced. Vanessa told him that his opinion wasn't important to her, that he was her sub and that he was to follow her instructions without hesitation. He did a lot of "Yes, Mistress", "sorry Mistress", "as you command, Mistress" stuff and agreed to be at Vanessa's house early on Sunday when she would drive him over to my house.
Well, as you've probably guessed by now, David never showed up the next day. A furious Vanessa tried to reach him by phone, but he didn't answer, and when she drove over to his apartment, he either wasn't home or didn't feel like answering her knocks. Red faced with fury, Vanessa came over to my house and explained what had happened, and the entire day's plans - which included parts of competitions suggestions by my commenters - was now in disarray. Once again, as in years before, our competition plans had been shattered, this time by a reluctant sub.
I have to stop now, but I'll get back with what actually transpired on Christmas day as soon as I can. My apologies for disappointing those who sent over competition suggestions by way of comments, and I hope that some day I'll be able to actually manage to pull off the long awaited "slave competition".
We went back to my house where Karl met us at the door, naked and on his knees, and with the proper foot kissing greeting he's been trained to do. Clarice teased him with a big "So glad to see you again, Karl. I've been waiting to conduct some unfinished business with you" greeting. This referred to an earlier time when she'd told Karl that she was looking forward to having some "alone" time with him, which Karl was terrified might happen some day. For Karl, Clarice was the bogeyman personified.
At any rate, Karl acted as bartender and server for the rest of the evening as we ladies gabbed and talked about old times, acting as a footstool in between fetching drinks and munchies from the kitchen, and pretty much ignored otherwise. We also solidified plans for our slave competition between Karl and Vanessa's relatively new sub which was planned for Christmas day. Vanessa's sub was named David and had been under her "tutelage" for only a few months. He was much younger than Karl - about half his age - and I'd seen him only a few times at Vanessa's house while he was being trained. He was not a live-in sub - at least not yet - but had an apartment nearby and served Vanessa pretty much every day despite having a job of his own. Vanessa was very pleased at his progress and very excited about the upcoming competition.
So far so good, right? Patsy, who couldn't be there on Christmas, had sent over some elf costumes, complete with red pointy caps and red pointy slippers, and a variety of bows with which to festoon our subs. We were all very excited at the prospects for Christmas day - well, maybe not including Karl - and the evening ended on a high note.
The trouble started on Saturday. Vanessa chose that day to break the news to David about what was to occur on Sunday, including the competition, and David was not at all happy. He is a somewhat frail young man, and expressed concern about going up against Karl. Vanessa had described Karl to him, and that was evidently a big mistake, as Karl is tall and well built, a bit on the stocky side, but muscular and in very good shape. Vanessa told David that he'd have the advantage of being younger and probably quicker, etc., etc., but David wasn't convinced. Vanessa told him that his opinion wasn't important to her, that he was her sub and that he was to follow her instructions without hesitation. He did a lot of "Yes, Mistress", "sorry Mistress", "as you command, Mistress" stuff and agreed to be at Vanessa's house early on Sunday when she would drive him over to my house.
Well, as you've probably guessed by now, David never showed up the next day. A furious Vanessa tried to reach him by phone, but he didn't answer, and when she drove over to his apartment, he either wasn't home or didn't feel like answering her knocks. Red faced with fury, Vanessa came over to my house and explained what had happened, and the entire day's plans - which included parts of competitions suggestions by my commenters - was now in disarray. Once again, as in years before, our competition plans had been shattered, this time by a reluctant sub.
I have to stop now, but I'll get back with what actually transpired on Christmas day as soon as I can. My apologies for disappointing those who sent over competition suggestions by way of comments, and I hope that some day I'll be able to actually manage to pull off the long awaited "slave competition".
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