Sub Update

So I think the universe may be conspiring to keep me from my girls’ night of pedicures and servitude. OK so maybe that was a little egotistical (it’s not my fault, megalomania runs in my family) but at least a small portion of the galaxy. Because for the second week in a row the weekend has passed and still no god damned pedicures!

But I get ahead of myself. Thursday My sub came up for the day. After a fair amount of what I like to term “get lost time” we FINALLY made it back to my little hamlet. It was kind of fun in a “We haven’t seen each other in a while so let’s catch up” way but less so in that I had to drive for an extra solid hour until I found a road I recognized. He may have passed his Land Navigation course of training but in that he has a map. In my car we didn’t. And there were Amish everywhere. ::shudder:: By the time W/we got back to civilization (I use that term loosely) it was much later than I preferred. But cest la vie, right? My sub bought me a lovely lunch and then finally we arrived at My home.

Now the first thing he is required to do upon entering my home is to fall to his knees in front of me and take my shoes/boots off reverently. Then it was up to my room (downstairs was a bit chilly and cold is his arch nemesis) where he stripped. This is also part of O/our ritual. I don’t allow him his collar when he is not with Me so when he is he must ask for My collar back on his knees. And strip he did (without the slightest trace of fear I am proud to say) then falling upon his knees he asked Me for My collar. I made him beg for it. There are some people I can not stomach begging from. It gets under my skin and makes me itch. But others I do enjoy it. My sub belongs in the second category. I do so love listening to him beg. Partly because he is not the type to beg. I think that is my problem with the first category. It’s so easy to tell that they are the type that will beg for absolutely anything. To be able to do something. To not be able to do something. For something. For something else. Anything their mind wants at the moment they are more than willing to beg for. So when they are begging for My Dominance it comes off as insincere. However those of the second category, My sub amongst them, do not beg for anything. They would rather go without then have to beg for what they want or need. When My sub begs Me for something it carries more weight with Me for that reason. Tangent completed.

After I got him collared I inspected his body. He’s been away training for a month and let me tell you loyal readers, training agrees with him. he and I fall very far apart on the armed forces/war spectrum but I will say that the results of military training do make a lovely middle ground. Anyway after that I had him dress again, leashed him and walked him downstairs where I put him to work in my basement. No that is not a euphemism. he has been working to convert My basement into a functional space. It’s half finished after all with a bathroom that may look like a set from a Saw flick now but could be a nice full bath. It seems G. W. Bush level retarded to Me to have it just full of junk that I don’t use and don’t need. I could have that as a playspace. I want that as a playspace. So Hi Ho! Hi Ho! It’s off to work he goes.

In previous rounds with My basement he pretty much managed to get all of the outright trash out. The years of accumulated boxes My husband has stashed down there while he “waits for trash day”. All the stuff damaged by years in a basement without a humidifier. All the crap. So now I was forced to accompany him into the basement while he worked. Together W/we got my laundry room beat into shape. The deep shelving units that are built in and occupy an entire wall of my laundry room were completely cleaned out. 6 huge trashbags full of donations for Good Will and 5 trashbags of crap later W/we were able to shift the boxes of things I wanted to keep from the main space of the basement onto the shelving unit. The result, My play space is slowly starting to clear out. I’m freaking thrilled.

Anywho, once I deemed us finished in the basement (after looking at My phone and realizing how late it was) I leashed him again and walked him back upstairs where I had him strip to his boxers and give Me a nice long backrub. It was hard work telling him what to do after all! After that I gave him training on how to soak feet and perform a pedicure. Step by step and he did very well. Once his work and training for the day were complete he had earned his reward. The next 2 hours W/we played. He moaned through the Fire Play. He moaned through the flogging. He did a lot of moaning. I gave him a little bit of light (VERY LIGHT) CBT which he enjoyed. The only time he was not moaning was when he was receiving his spanking. The punishment for his tardiness with journals.

That’s another thing I like about him. he isn’t a punishment whore. To him punishment is just that. Punishment. Before I accepted him, it seemed that most of the sub applicants I had purposefully did things they were told not to do just so they could receive a punishment. I know that is a fetish of a lot of people and that is completely fine. When needed seldomly I can fetishize punishment. But if it is a perpetual thing that makes Me feel like I have done something wrong for My sub to need that much correction. It was a lovely breath of fresh air to find someone interested in doing all he could to avoid punishment. My best friend is a slave and not only does he try to do all he can to avoid punishment (read: follows his Masters instructions and does not do what he knows he should not) but he also does all he can to make his Master happy. Not because he is afraid his Master will punish him if he does not. But because he loves his Master and seeks with all his being to… I’m finding it hard to find the word but I hope he will forgive me for using the crude term… complete his Master. I think that is utterly beautiful. Fuck. I’ve gone and slipped into another tangent. The…point…was… OH YES! My boy doesn’t like punishment but endured his 23 spanks (one for each day he was late) humbly, repeating to me that he would not be late again and apologizing.

All in all a lovely day. Only complaint was that it was too short and I did not get to do about half the things I wanted. But at least, I thought, I will be able to see him tomorrow and check off a few more items.

No such luck. It may be the megalomania but it might also be that the military reads My blog. I feel a bit like Dr. Horrible after he was thwarted at the Super Hero Memorial Bridge. I did blog about springing My boy from the base. So, of course, his unit was put on lockdown. Of course. After he contemplated briefly his options W/we resigned ourselves to a No-go order for the evening. Disappointment was expressed and My evening didn’t round out the way I would have liked. Sigh.

But I still got to go out with friends and catch up which was a great time. Many thanks to Samantha for the MARVELOUS blue lipped baboon joke! My husband has already been subjected to it and agrees, it’s a classic! I had a really lovely time.

Holy Crap that was long! To finish up I will quote from Commentary: The Musical.
“Hope you had fun,
Cause now we’re done.
You’ve listened to every word.
Seeing it through makes each of you,
A huge fucking nerd.”

I love you nerds! ::kisses::