Last week was great; Master Ryan had me paint certain rooms of the new house. But, I wasn't painting them normally; I was wearing a collar, plug, CB 3000, gag, nipple clamps, and full body harness.
Do you know how uncomfortable it can be wearing all of this and not having any clothes on? Maybe some of you don't, but, I now do.
We now have friends coming over and its somewhat embarrassing not talking to Ryan and wearing a collar. Anytime my friends or his friends need anything, I am to go it. We have gone through the drive through at fast food restaurant, with the convertible top down, with me wearing the collar and padlocks. We get some looks. I actually do get the right to tell them that I do it because I want to. Thank God for that privilege.
When he got home yesterday, I had completed almost everything that he wanted me to do for that day. I just hadn't finished folding laundry because they were still drying, but he knows that there is way too much stuff for me to do. This was one of the first punishments the he had done to me.
After he had walked in and he patted me on the head, I followed him to the kitchen; he saw that dinner was done, "Good, dinner's done. What didn't you finish?"
So, I told him about the laundry still in the dryer.
"Get to the basement; I'll be there after I get a shower." He said.
So, that's where I went. I waited for about a half an hour, then he came down the stairs as I was looking at the floor. "I have come up with something a little more maniacal this time. I want you to lean over the bench there and put your hands out in front of you."
So, I did as I was told. He attached the cuffs that I was wearing to the hook in the wall in front of me so that I wasn't able to stand up. He took out the plug that I was wearing in put in a bigger one. I started to yell out, so he stopped and put in a ball gag. He then resumed putting in the larger plug, slowly. Finally it got in with a pop, I don't know if I could handle the pain much longer, but since it got in, it's ok. He told me to try to push it out, and there was no way that I was able to get it out without actually pulling it out.
"SLAP!!"
He had slapped my ass hard, it hurt badly. He grabbed a belt and gave me about 10 swats. "Now that's for making me punish you and making my food cold," He said to me. With that, he unhooked the cuffs from the wall only to reattach them to a hook above my head. I could barely stand flat footed. He put weights on the floor and tied them, with a small rope, to my balls. Now that was painful. But, oh well, that's what he wanted and that's what I am here for. He also took of my CB3000, and God did it feel good to get a little relief in that department. I was told to look up and not look at him.
All of a sudden I felt something slide in my piss hole, it was a sound, but, we didn't own one of those from my recollection. "I bought this a couple of days ago, and just haven't had time to use it yet," He chuckled as he said it. He slid it in and out a couple of times. I felt like cumming but knew that it wasn't my date to have any relief. He pushed it in and told me to try to push that out; I could move it a little. "If I come back and either the plug or sound it out, you will be severely punished, more than you have ever imagined before." And with that, he went back upstairs
I heard him go across the kitchen, the chair scoot in, so I knew he was eating dinner. Then he got up, I could hear him toss the dishes in the sink, then he walked outside and had a cigarette. After being outside for about 10 minutes or so, he walked back in and watched TV for awhile.
By this time, I was hurting. My asshole was hurting, my piss hole was stinging, my balls were on fire, and I was starting to lose feeling in my arms. My biggest fear was somehow losing an erection and dropping that sound and him being extremely mad at me. I was so preoccupied with my own predicament that I didn't even hear him come back down the stairs and stare at me. He just started laughing at me in this predicament.
"Alright, alright, you're done. Hopefully you learned your lesson. Now, you know that the CB goes back on and I am not taking the plug out. When I let you go, I want you to go upstairs do the dishes and finish the laundry."
He took out the sound, but He couldn't put the CB back on right away, he ended up having to go get some ice and make it soft enough to bend. Then he took off the weights and let my hands go.
I went upstairs and did the dishes, did the laundry and threw another load in the washer. He grabbed me by the collar and led me outside. It was a bit nippy out there, but, I was wearing almost nothing. "I am doing this because I can," and with that he led me to the dog house, chained me to it, put my hands in front of me with the cuffs attached, and also put my leg cuffs on, but he added a twist, he tied a string from the chain that attached them, to my nut sack. WOW!! That was weird. It was kind of cool too. But, I had NO way of standing up without really hurting myself.
"You are going to sleep out here tonight, I will check on you. There is a blanket in the dog house, hope that you have a good sleep."
With that he left. He left me there all night. It was hard to get comfortable with my legs having to be bent all night and be bent into that dog house. But, finally I slept on my side curled into a ball. God I was sore in the morning.
"Hope you slept well," he said as he walked up, "its time to come inside now. Its time for breakfast."
He took the restraints off, and I went into the kitchen and made breakfast. I had alerted him that I needed to go to the bathroom by pointing to it. "Go ahead. Go get a shower, take out the plug, use the facilities, clean out, and put the plug back in. Come back out here when you're done."
I did everything. But, what a relief it was. It hurt like hell putting the plug back in, but I finally did it.
Hopefully, next week holds more.
Let me know what you think, or things that Master Ryan should try by emailing slavematt@inorbit.com