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.