I'm less sloppy now.....

Sometimes when She is very bad-tempered, I have to be extremely careful not to do anything to annoy Her, or I will really be in trouble. She is particularly frustrated after having lost against a man in some game. She is sensitive to the traditional pattern of sex roles, and She has often enough claimed how unfair it is not beeing allowed to balance this by kicking men in their balls.

Often when She's in that mood, She again looks at me with this far-away,distant calculating expression, and I get horrified by the tought of beeing used as Her punching bag while She is practising ball kicking. But that wouldn't really be like Her, taking it out on me, and so far nothing of the sort has happened.

On nights like that, I try to put Her mind on something else, eagerly surfing the femdom web-sites to find something to amuse or interest Her. This of course, can work both ways. If I find some new play ideas, tips and techniques, I'm not always certain I would like to be the guinea pig if She desides to experiment with some of them. They very often seems far from enjoyable from a slave's point of view. But I know better then to hide my findings from Her.

I tried that once. She of course immediately sensed it, demanded to see the page, and gave me six with the cane for trying to fool Her. The cane is my nightmare. She know it, and smiled after the punishment; a sly, knowing smile, which is deliciously scary and not at all reassuring about future use of the cane.

And I have got to know this dreadful instrument ever so often really, even if it has never been like the day I got fifty for having masturbated. But She is constantly disciplining me, and I have to admit I deserve it, and has become considerable less sloppy the last months. I'm a spoilt boy used to having a mother taking care of things. I use to squeeze the toothpaste out of the tube from the top and not from the bottom, and forget to put the screw cap back on again. I forget to pull out the cap from the sink, - my clothes are all over the place - I leave the toilet seat up; - and slapdash behavior like that irritates Her. She will give me one warning, and the next time six to eight with the cane, which makes me sleep on the stomach and regret for the rest of the night. In the morning I'm completely cured.

But I'm digressing from what I started on: - play ideas. She doesn't keep many toys, The cane, a paddle, a nine-tailed whip (I haven't tasted that one yet !) a riding crop (we havn't been introduced to each other either!), and a number of cuffs and ropes. She has often said it's a challenge to meditate about the use of every day houshold items in a bdsm play. She has launched some ideas, always followed by the lustful grin I have been accustomed to now. She simply loves to scare me with Her teasing threats.

And I got a shocking demonstration saturday night when it now longer was just a threath.....

To be continued........