Sadistic Saturday night

and as promised ....... our Saturday evening play party .......

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For several months now Sir and i have been hearing of a south shore BDSM group that holds munches/play parties. It has been something that has been nagging at Sir.. He IS a south shore resident.. has been for 50+ years.. He hadn't heard of any BDSM group in his local town.. and yet there were rumours (at best) of one active group.

On Saturday morning Sir announced to me that He was waiting for an invite to a party on Saturday evening. i looked at Him in total surprise. Usually i am given lots of warning of upcoming play parties.. usually i have read about them on the mailing lists. BUT this time i hadn't even heard a whisper of a private play party.

Turns out it was this south shore group........ and..... as fate would have it....... Sir received an invitation.

i have to say i was a wee bit nervous..... what if i didn't know anyone there?? what if what if what if plagued my mind. Fortunately i hadn't had to stew about this all week....... and Sir had kept me pretty occupied for most of the day.


By 9 p.m. we were sitting outside an old auto body shop (coincidentally this body shop was virtually around the corner from Sir's house and is where he used to take his car). Some folks had purchased it and converted it into a private club..... Now that may sound like an odd place to open a club.... but think about it........ First of all there are no vanilla neighbours to worry about..... the area is large with relatively high ceilings.... and there is lots of parking !!!

We parked and went in........ i am sure Sir could hear my heart pounding. The first couple of minutes were a bit awkward. We didn't know anyone, and most of the folks were french speaking. Now.. don't get me wrong.... i can speak french....... and definitely understand it better than i speak it....... but somehow i felt a little bit like an intruder.....(it happens here in this part of the Great White North...... that there is a dividing line in the BDSM community by linguistics. And the differences go deeper than just language). But very quickly a submissive came over and introduced herself.. and we all apologized for not being fluent in the other's language.. and the ice was broken.

i was sneaking peaks around me.. eyeing the equipment up and down...... and they did have a load of equipment. There were at least 3 different suspension stations... a medical room.... 3 different cages... and the usual spanking benches and St. Andrew's crosses.



BUT in the middle of the room stood a giant of a tree stump......... with two smaller stumps on either side that had been transformed into kneeling posts. The large one though was the one that caught my eye. Eventually Sir walked us over to the grouping of tree stumps. i couldn't keep my hands off the larger one.. stroking it .. caressing it.. feeling each bump and groove in the bark. i looked at Sir longingly and asked Him if He knew which piece of equipment i hoped He would use.......... (now that was a DUH question if ever there was one!!)

As folks started to arrive we were surprised to see a large number of folks we used to meet at other clubs. We thought they had disappeared into some void... as they (apparently) thought we had as well. It was fun catching up a bit with these long lost BDSM buddies.

We were waiting - politely - for the party to get rolling. But folks seemed to be content to stand around chatting. One submissive was put on a spanking bench and a dominant was half heartedly spanking his ass. Sir decided that that was the start of the evening.. and told me to set up the toys by the tree stump. By this time the tree stump was calling to me.. talking to me. When Sir had my cuffs on and up on the little stand that the stump was fixed to, my arms could not go around the entire tree - that is how big it was !!! There was quite enough room for two submissives to be strung up at the same time.

i leaned into the tree and could hear it whispering to me... i felt the strength of the tree pressing against my naked breasts. (ok ok.. that was 'poetic' ......... the truth of the matter is i could feel the bark biting into my breasts!)

Sir started ......... and wow........ what an experience it was. He would hit with one toy or another and my body would press into the bark .. or bash into the bark - depending on the strength of the hit - and the bark would slam the front of me......... (in fact i have a bruise on a knee as proof of how unrelenting the tree stump was)

People gathered round to watch Sir put me through my paces.. the flogger,, the gorean whip.. the crop.. the circus whip .. the tawse.. (rinse repeat as many times as necessary)..
i drifted away and floated back.. the voices of the people around me mixed into the music and became white noise...... the twinkling candles and fairy lights pulled my mind away from everything but Sir .. the pain.. and the tree........ i danced with the tree....... i smiled at the fairies dancing in the crevices of the bark.......

It was an amazing totally captivating sadistic Saturday night.............

DD

When i first started on chat programs online i had to learn a whole new way of writing ........ acronyms were all the rage...... LOL... BRB ...LMAO... TTFN .. it all looked like greek to me. But over time i have come to use them as quickly as everyone else and the hair on the back of my neck doesn't bristle quite as much at the bastardization of the English language.

Well i have a brand spanking new one to add to the list........... "DD"........ i used it this afternoon for the first time.. and will continue to use it until such time as i think that Sir might actually catch me......... "DD" stands for "Dopey Dom".......

i am trying to see (find) some humour in the last 48 hours..... It hasn't been an easy go for Sir.... from muscle spasms in His back to excruciating pain in His shoulder.... it has been a long journey from the hospital recovery room to the 48 hour magic mark. Each time that i have called Him from work to check up on Him....... (yeah yeah i HAD to work - one day off was all i was able to get) He sounded like a drunk..... when i get home and look at Him weaving His way down the hallway towards me - eyes droopy - looking for all the world like a drunken sailor (No offense meant to any sailors out there!!) i have HAD to find something funny about it........ It is so NOT easy to see the man who is always in control be so out of it.........

But tonite we hit the magic 48 hour mark.......... and Sir is hoping (as am i) that He can begin to reduce the pain medication slowly.

So for now i am calling Him DD... for now...... soon as He can catch me.. it will be "yes Sir.. no Sir.. thank you very much Sir !!"

Pass the Band-aids

It's over and Sir is now home recuperating.........

Sir has 4 nice band-aids on his tummy........

And his tummy is this nice shade of putrid pink!!!

He is propped up on the sofa sipping glucerina (meal replacement for diabetics) and trying to stop the cats from pouncing on his belly to welcome him home.....

i am just glad it is over.........

Till later

By the time most of you read this......... Sir and i will be at the hospital.

i have no idea when we will be home.......... i only know for the next couple of days my entire focus is going to be on Sir and getting Him strong and back on his feet.

i promise to be back as soon as i can with a report on Saturday evening's festivities.. but till then .. keep a good thought for Sir..........

cause i get to play "nurse"

Sadistic Saturday

Friday we learned that house boy was not yet over this mystery bug that is zapping his energy and his strength. We suggested that he take the weekend to recuperate.

So Saturday found me naked except for a little t-shirt.. mop and duster and cleaning stuff in hand, cleaning the main level of the condo. Honestly i wasn't sulking about doing it. My energy levels seem to have returned to near normal levels - so i was all set to clean.

Sir decided to add a sadistic twist to the cleaning...... add some interest to the cleaning?? spur me on to greater heights?? Every time i bent over and Sir caught me.. i was either fucked or paddled.

It started off in the kitchen when i bent over to get the cleaning stuff from under the kitchen sink.... before i knew it Sir had me bent over the kitchen counter..... legs kicked part..fucking me. As i am a rather focused person (for the most part!) and my mind was on the cleaning... i was sure i would not react to the fucking.. i was dry-ish and it kinda hurt..... but Sir doesn't pay attention to things like my being dry or uninterested.. He knows that He can always bring me round......... so yes the next thing i knew i was begging for permission to cum and gushing cum down my legs and onto the kitchen floor..... (one way to make sure the floor gets washed!!)

The next time i was in the living room.. being a wee bit of a brat over cleaning the TV cabinet.. making sure i was taking my time standing in front of the TV screen cleaning the top of the cabinet........ one thing for sure.. i had Sir's attention... the minute i moved to the desk and bent to remove things from the shelves.. Sir had grabbed the t-shirt hoisted it up and was fucking me yet again.............

The stupidest move i made.. and seriously - god only knows where my head was.. i knelt up on the ottoman to dust the window ledge and the vent just behind the ottoman.. to do this i had dropped the paddle on the floor.......... i can imagine what a view Sir had.. there i was perched on the ottoman... ass in the air... paddle within arms reach.



It didn't take long for Sir to have the paddle in hand and with my face pressed up against the window while my ass was being paddled hard!!!

Now we have this little rule in this house....... that i am not allowed to enter a room without permission from Sir.......... most of the time it is not that difficult to follow.. BUT i was cleaning the house.. i was flitting in and out of rooms all the time.. focused on NOT bending over and focused on what job came next.... and so....... more than once Sir caught me not asking for permission........ Now for that infraction it is always the same punishment...... the IKEA shoe horn is used as a punishment stick..



can i say "STINGY"???

so now i am trying to clean the house without bending over more than absolutely necessary and trying to time those bending motions to when Sir is distracted or not in the room......... i was also trying to remember to be a 'good lil subbie' and remember to ask for permission to enter a room - in order to avoid "mr snake" as we call the punishment stick.........

when it just all fell apart and i did the unthinkable !!!

yup....... i stuck my tongue out at Sir !!!!!!!!!!!

That has always been an offense punishable by the most despicable means.....unusually cruel and spiteful means............


TABASCO sauce....... on my tongue.......... burning my tongue .. my palate and cleaning out my sinuses.........and worse than that...... yesterday while it was on my tongue..... for some stupid.. unfathomable reason.. i licked my lips........... (gag gag)

But the main level of the condo got cleaned.... even if it felt a little bit like running a sadistic gauntlet........
(and before anyone thinks i am complaining.......... i have NEVER had as much fun cleaning as i did yesterday)

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The day wasn't over.. Sir had plans - BIG plans - for Saturday night..... but i am gonna save those for another time later next week............. i have laundry to do and i am wondering if Sir has come up with an interesting sadistic twist to laundry day.............