THE MASTERS, ETC.

As is usually the case lately, I must apologize for the delay in getting to this posting.  It will be a fairly long one, so perhaps that will make up for all of this lost time.


Sunday, the final day of the Masters golf tournament, which represents the Holy Grail of golf tournaments for my husband Karl!  Still in his chained state, Karl awoke to a not-so-gentle poke of my foot as I ordered him to serve me breakfast in bed.  I fear that he hadn't had a great night of sleep, as there really wasn't any comfortable resting position with all of those chains around his body, but off he went to the kitchen, clanking all the way.


I had slept wonderfully well, comfortable with the thought of a chained slave at the foot of my bed.  I'd highly recommend it to all Femdoms out there, at least the ones who enjoy the concept of a helpless male suffering for their benefit with no hope of release.  A bit of Sadism 101, I suppose, as is the joy of just lounging in bed while said male moves his chained body down the stairs, into the kitchen, preparing breakfast for his Dom, placing it on a serving tray, and making his way back upstairs, somehow avoiding spilling the juice, coffee, and all the rest, and placing it in front of Her Highness to enjoy. Delightful!  As was the foot worshipping opportunity I rewarded him with while I was eating.   There's just something special about munching on your bacon and eggs while your chained  husband is sucking your toes.  Give it a try ladies!


After I was done and had sent Karl off to clean, dry and put away the breakfast dishes (yes, not being totally heartless,  I did leave him my leftovers to eat while he did all of that), I had Karl kneel before me in the living room and informed him a bit about the events still to come.


"Slave, Mistress Vanessa and Princess Patsy will be arriving later this morning.  You'll greet them properly at the door with your usual foot kissing ritual and usher them into the living room where I'll offer them cocktails which you'll be expected to serve.  They are both very curious to see and inspect the naked and chained slave that you've now become.  You'll be serving all of us lunch, but first I've promised them both a little "painting of the toenails" session.  You'll first remove their old polish, prepare their toes for a base coat and then perfectly apply a new coat of polish.  The word "perfectly"  is to be taken very seriously.  This will be your first test today that will decide whether or not you get to watch the Masters.  The ladies will determine whether the job you do on their toes is worthy of such a reward, and that will in turn determine whether you'll be allowed to try your hand at a second and final test after you've served us lunch.  Is this understood?   You may nod your head."


Karl hadn't spoken a word since Saturday morning, and a head nod was really the only chance he had at any communication, so nod he did.  I sent him on his way to fetch a variety of toenail polish colors and to set up the footstools and other "tools of the trade" that we kept on hand for my regular pedicures.  Karl had become quite proficient at this sort of service over the years, and I daresay that I'd trained him to be almost the match of the best professionals in this area.  Whether or not the chains he wore would affect his abilities remained to be seen.


"When you've finished all the toenails, you'll go into the kitchen and prepare lunch.  I've stocked the refrigerator with all sorts of salad makings and I think we'll offer the ladies their choice of Caesar or Cobb, so make certain right now that all the ingredients are readily available.  I'm sure we'll like cocktails refilled while we're waiting, so be prepared to serve those to us as well.  We'll be doing a close-up inspection of your toenail polishing while we're waiting, and I seriously hope that you won't have disappointed me in that regard."


So Karl was kept busy preparing for Patsy and Vanessa, and I did a  few chores outside of our patio in preparation for Karl's second test of the day, assuming he made it that far.  I had told the ladies several days before just what was to occur as Karl's second test, and Patsy said she had come up with something special for the occasion.  I'll get to that later.


The ladies arrived on time and their reaction upon seeing Karl was epic.  Vanessa found his chain bedecked body hilarious and laughed hysterically, and Patsy gasped out loud and said "Oh my God, he looks like Marley's ghost!"  Patsy is a great lover of all things British, especially classic English literature, and for those who didn't recognize the reference, she was referring to the great Charles Dickens classic "A Christmas Carol".  Jacob Marley's ghost appeared to Ebeneezer Scrooge on Christmas eve to prepare him for further ghost visitations that night.  Marley was Scrooge's business partner when alive, and his ghost came dragging along (I'm paraphrasing from memory here) "the chains he had forged in life" due to his greedy and miserly personality, much like Scrooge's.  Marley was doomed to drag these chains through eternity and served as a warning to Scrooge to change his evil ways.  If you're not familiar with this great story, do check it out in its original form or one of the many movie versions that have been made.


Well, Patsy did crack me up, and I'm sure that Karl understood the reference and probably shivered inside a bit when thinking about dragging those chains around forever...and ever...and ever.   Vanessa circled around Karl, yanking at his chains, "trying all of them out", and enjoying the spectacle.  "You look lovely in my shackles, slave Karl.  Maybe I can borrow you for a few days.  I'll ask your Mistress."  Karl had already turned red from the embarrassment of being paraded naked and chained in front of Patsy and Vanessa, but I do believe he turned white for a moment at the thought of being in the control of Vanessa once again.


Eventually the ladies (me included) bade Karl to act as bartender and we all had our favorite cocktails in place as nail polish colors were discussed and toes were bared in preparation of what was to come.  Karl went about his duties with his usual expertise while the rest of us talked, drank and all-around enjoyed the vision of an enslaved, chained male pedicurist tending to our toes by removing the old polish, applying a base coat, and ultimately painting those happy toes a bright, new color. 


Despite having to stop several times to fetch us cocktail refills, Karl did his job with surprising speed and efficiency.  Clearly, it pays to train a foot slave well, even if it takes many years of effort.  We sent Karl off to prepare lunch and examined his toe work closely.  Both Vanessa and Patsy pronounced the "painting party" a success,  with oohs and aahs about the exactness of Karl's work and the fun of seeing him do it while all chained up.


When lunch was served by a clanking Karl, we had our meal in the dining room with Karl running back and forth for more of this and that at the ladies' behests, and when it was time for clean-up I had Karl on his knees before me as I told him that we had found his work very satisfactory.  This, I told him, would allow him to perform his second test of the day, and that would determine whether or not he could watch the Masters.  I then threw a handful of keys on the floor.


"These are the keys to all of the locks for the chains on your body, except your collar.  You are to remove all of the chains and return the shackles to Mistress Vanessa.  You may now talk once again, and I expect to hear you thank Mistress Vanessa for allowing you to wear them.  When you finish all the clean-up, you're to kneel before Princess Patsy and await the little surprise she has for you.  Now get started."


Karl later told me that the removal of those chains was an almost ethereal experience.  Unencumbered for the first time in a day and a half, he felt as though he was floating on air, and had a huge new sense of pity for anyone who was forced to drag chains around on a regular basis, as so many slaves in olden times were made to endure.  He had fumbled around finding the right keys to each lock, much to our amusement, and returned the shackles to Vanessa with "Thank you Mistress Vanessa for allowing me to be shackled with your prized possessions."   Vanessa just laughed and said "Anytime, slave.  I look forward to the next time."


I told Karl to gather up all of the chains and put them in the basement, then do his lunch clean-up, and report to Patsy.  I told him that he was allowed to eat any leftovers while cleaning, and to drink a lot of water as he was sure to be sweating it off soon.  He gave me a quizzical look , but properly said "Yes, thank you, Your Highness", and off he went.


Eventually, he found his way back to us on the patio where we had gone to await the next "event" of the day.  Now naked except for his collar, and unchained, Karl knelt before Patsy and awaited whatever was to come.  Patsy attached a leash to his collar, said "Crawl behind me" and led Karl off to one of the bedrooms where she had deposited a bag shortly after her arrival.  Patsy knew what was coming up next, and had put together something special for Karl.   


In the meantime, Vanessa and I took care of some final preparations around the patio and awaited the arrival of Patsy and Karl.  We really weren't sure about what Patsy was doing with Karl, but we both suspected it would be some sort of period
ostume, as that was one of Patsy's specialties.  Well, we weren't wrong, as it turned out.  Patsy came outside with Karl still on his leash, but standing up, and we were amazed at a sight not often seen since the early part of the 20th century. 


Check out the Etsy website at www.etsy.com and in the Search box put RC1325.  That will take you to a picture of two "classic" male golfers and give you a good idea of how Patsy had dressed Karl.  He had on a cap like the man on the right, a shirt like the man on the left, and was wearing a red and white diamond decorated tie (over his collar!) that matched his socks.  He was wearing his golf shoes that Patsy had evidently fetched from our garage, and was carrying his golf bag full of clubs on his shoulder.  For pants, he was wearing knickers, or more accurately known as "plus fours" as Patsy explained, since they were 4 inches longer than the usual knickers one sees.  Evidently, this was  a typical male golfer outfit in the 1920-1930 era.  As usual, Patsy had done herself proud, and Karl just stood there as Patsy removed his leash and turned him over to me for test number two.


Karl had told me some time before chain day about "divots" and the golf clubs that make the best ones (see my previous post, two posts ago, entitled "Chains-And A Golf Lesson").  So I told him to take out his pitching wedge, his sand wedge and his nine iron, and I led him to a spot about 10 feet off to the side of the patio.  There on the lawn, I had placed three newly purchased rose bushes and I had staked off an area 6 feet long and 2 feet wide.  There were also several 40 lb bags of planting soil/fertilizer blend off to the side which our local nursery owner had told me was perfect for rose bushes.  Another two bags had wood chips in them.


Karl was looking at me quizzically, clearly wondering what was going on, so I enlightened him.  "For your final test of the day, you'll be doing some digging and planting.  You'll need to use your golf clubs to yank out enough divots from the specified area to dig a hole 6 feet long and eighteen inches deep for these 3 rose bushes.  I want the hole to have straight edges all the way around.  Neat and tidy.   When the hole is properly prepared, you'll start emptying those bags of soil and planting each rose bush in the ground.  One on the left side, one in the middle and one on the right side.  You can use any golf club you wish to pat the soil down and then you'll spread wood chips around the bushes to make everything  very professional looking.


"Oh yes.  With each stroke of your clubs you'll cry out the word "FORE".  I fear that you might be a bit hoarse before this is all over, but that's just one of the prices you must pay to watch your beloved Masters.  You'll be able to grab a bit of water whenever you hear the jingle of my bell, as that will mean that we need you to run into the kitchen for more food or  drink for us.  You'll remove your shoes on the patio when you hear the bell, take our "orders" for refreshment, run into the kitchen, gulp some water, place our items on a tray, run back out and serve us, put your shoes back on, and get back to work planting what will hereafter be known as the "Masters Roses". 


"I suggest you don't tarry long in accomplishing all of this, as the tournament will be on television in about two hours.  You'll need to finish digging and planting and serving and gathering up those divots before you'll be allowed to watch, and I suppose you'll be rather sweaty and dirty and will need to grab a cold shower before I can put you in front of a TV, so as they used to say back in the Roaring 20's, Tally Ho slave, and off you go!"


Karl took a long look at the rose bushes, the staked off area, the bags of soil and chips, the golf clubs, the ladies lounging on the patio and let out a long sigh - for which I planned to punish him later - and said "Yes, Your Highness".  And tally ho he did.


Well, I suppose you can imagine the rest of that test, although I must admit that even I could never have anticipated just how grueling it all became as the day wore on and Karl made stroke after stroke accompanied by "Fore", and ran back and forth over and over to the kitchen.  His arms were like rubber at the end, and after a day and a half of dragging around all those heavy chains, it quickly became his workout of the year.  Luckily, he was in excellent shape from regular gym visits and is a naturally strong male, and I did make him pause a few times, ostensibly to serve us crackers and cheese by hand, but really to give him a bit of a break and make sure that his breathing was regular after a few minutes rest.  Also, the bulge in his knickers around his zipper as he fed us attested to the fact that he was doing just fine. 


It took over three hours, but slave Karl actually did all that I ever expected of him, and probably a little more.  The roses were beautifully planted and landscaped, and will undoubtedly serve as a delightful reminder of the 2018 Masters Golf Tournament.  The three of us gave Karl a round of applause, peeled off his sodden clothes and rushed him into the shower for a reviving cold blast of water followed by some hotter water to ease his sore muscles.   Karl deserved a bit of pampering after all I'd put him through, so I set him up in the basement where we have a large screen TV and an extra refrigerator with food and drink, and left him to watch his golf in peace.


The ladies and I hung around upstairs playing cards and admiring our newly painted toes, talked and laughed and drank as we so often did, and when Karl emerged from the basement many hours later, I had him say good night to Vanessa and Patsy, thank them for being part of his Masters day, see them to the door, do some last second foot kissing and send them on their way.  Once they were gone, I sent Karl to the basement to fetch my favorite paddle, and when he returned I had him bend over the sofa.


"Do you remember that sigh, slave?"


"Yes, Your Highness.  I'm sorry that happened".


"So why did it happen?"


"I was just overwhelmed by the things I had yet to do, and it just slipped out, Your Highness."


"Yet you managed to accomplish all that I had planned for you,  didn't you?"


"Yes, Your Highness".


"Do you think that 20 strokes with this paddle will remind you in the future not to let a sigh escape your lips when faced with a task of my design"?


"I'm sure that it will, Your Highness."


"Well, I'll make it 40 just to make certain".


And so I did.  Oh yes, we did finish the evening in bed together, but I'll leave that part to your imagination.