Thursday 31st July 2008
Time to update My movements over the last week. Where do I start? May as well begin with My cats (which includes the two outsiders).
There has been a new development with Fatty over the last couple of weeks. It is not uncommon for him to turn up during the day and sleep in My armchair for HOURS (ten to twelve hours is the norm!) He has now decided that with the cold nights, he would prefer to stay overnight as well. The first time this new arrangement ocurred was about a fortnight ago. He had been inside for most of the day and disappeared outside around 8.30pm. He returned at 11pm, settled into My armchair (his new favourite spot) and did not stir when I got ready to go to bed. I wasn't sure how My cats would cope with him being in all night and I also did not know if Fatty would wander around in the middle of the night and cause trouble for My cats. It was so cold outside that I simply did not have the heart to put him out. My sleep was more disrupted than normal and not because he was causing a problem - I was worrying about whether he would want to go out during the night and got up on at least three occasions to check up on him. All was well and when I eventually awoke in the morning, Fatty was in the same position in "his armchair" where I had left him prior to retiring to bed.
Curtains were drawn open to let the morning light and sunshine in and Fatty made himself even more at home by moving onto the floor in the sunlight and relaxing completely. Exposing his tummy in such a manner means he does not feel threatened in any way in My house.
I am amazed at how he has encroached himself upon My cats territory in such a diplomatic manner. He never causes any grief for them and in all the times he has entered My house, he has not once come into My bedroom which is the sanctuary for My two furry friends, despite having explored every other room. I wish some humans were that observant and respectful of other people's personal space! Fatty gradually tests the limit of how far he can go in very small steps, testing the water each time and avoiding confrontation in the process. My cats have accepted his presence to a degree but are not what I class as being "chummy" with him yet. They have reached an unspoken understanding and to date, have not overstepped those invisible boundaries.
Since that first overnight sleep, Fatty has had a number of others and is beginning to make himself more at home here. My cats are not entirely happy about that development but they put up with it and him.
Now to My collared slave tate. The weekend arrived and maid marian had to clean slave tate's apartment on Saturday as slave tate would be spending quite some time with Me on Sunday. As My collared slave's chastity would be ending soon, I wanted to torment My cock - something subtle yet more than effective <wicked grin>. My slave loves being under My feet and this time I would do something different with him - he would serve as My foot bath for a change. What a wonderful relaxing time that was for Me and My slave had to be ever so still so as not to spill any of the water in My foot bath. After about 10 minutes (and only then because the water was beginning to cool off too much for My liking), I informed slave tate that My feet had been soaking long enough and he could get on with removing any rough patches first prior to massaging My feet. In no time at all, almost an hour and a half disappeared and W/we had to get ready for My next exciting event.
slave tate had to chauffeur his Goddess to Brisbane so I could collect My new leather sling which had been made specially for Me. I needed lunch first and W/we detoured via Chevron Island to My favourite little place, Tigerlily Cafe. After some food and a glass of Chardonnay, I was ready for the long drive to Brisbane. It started off as a magnificent sunny winter's day on the drive in and clouded over by the time W/we headed home.
My new sling is absolutely magnificent and I already have some appropriate chains and hooks to suspend it from the two big beams in My dungeon. First it needs to be treated with lavish amounts of leather dressing which slave connor would do for Me the next day on Monday. Not too much longer to wait before I can use it - LOL!
The weekend ended and slave connor turned up after lunch on Monday for his session with his Goddess. The first task was to oil the sling, let it soak in while he prepared My afternoon
treat of a dozen Coffin Bay oysters and then attended to My feet. By the time all that was finished, the sling was ready for polishing and My slave had the privilege of baptising My new piece of equipment. I had to make sure I had enough chain to support it. It was all good and I was extremely happy.
slave tate's month of chastity is drawing to an end. What was going to be a smooth finish to this, was disrupted by an interstate trip being brought forward unexpectedly for him. Naturally, with no experience of flying whilst in chastity, slave tate began to panic. On this occasion, I opted to allow him to fly without the device in position but he was expected to put it back on, using a plastic tab instead of the padlock, the moment he arrived at his place of accommodation. he also had to send Me an SMS with the tag number for My reference. I instructed slave tate to present himself before Me on Tuesday evening so I could give him the keys to unlock the padlock so he could remove the device before heading off for his interstate trip. slave tate will be back home later tonight and will have to use a second plastic tab for his chastity device which will remain in position, in place of the padlock, until Sunday when I finally release him from chastity. No point in him using the padlock when he has My keys in his posession. That would defeat the whole purpose of him being in chastity!
Always something exciting in My week and this one so far, was no exception.
There has been a new development with Fatty over the last couple of weeks. It is not uncommon for him to turn up during the day and sleep in My armchair for HOURS (ten to twelve hours is the norm!) He has now decided that with the cold nights, he would prefer to stay overnight as well. The first time this new arrangement ocurred was about a fortnight ago. He had been inside for most of the day and disappeared outside around 8.30pm. He returned at 11pm, settled into My armchair (his new favourite spot) and did not stir when I got ready to go to bed. I wasn't sure how My cats would cope with him being in all night and I also did not know if Fatty would wander around in the middle of the night and cause trouble for My cats. It was so cold outside that I simply did not have the heart to put him out. My sleep was more disrupted than normal and not because he was causing a problem - I was worrying about whether he would want to go out during the night and got up on at least three occasions to check up on him. All was well and when I eventually awoke in the morning, Fatty was in the same position in "his armchair" where I had left him prior to retiring to bed.
Curtains were drawn open to let the morning light and sunshine in and Fatty made himself even more at home by moving onto the floor in the sunlight and relaxing completely. Exposing his tummy in such a manner means he does not feel threatened in any way in My house.I am amazed at how he has encroached himself upon My cats territory in such a diplomatic manner. He never causes any grief for them and in all the times he has entered My house, he has not once come into My bedroom which is the sanctuary for My two furry friends, despite having explored every other room. I wish some humans were that observant and respectful of other people's personal space! Fatty gradually tests the limit of how far he can go in very small steps, testing the water each time and avoiding confrontation in the process. My cats have accepted his presence to a degree but are not what I class as being "chummy" with him yet. They have reached an unspoken understanding and to date, have not overstepped those invisible boundaries.
Since that first overnight sleep, Fatty has had a number of others and is beginning to make himself more at home here. My cats are not entirely happy about that development but they put up with it and him.
Now to My collared slave tate. The weekend arrived and maid marian had to clean slave tate's apartment on Saturday as slave tate would be spending quite some time with Me on Sunday. As My collared slave's chastity would be ending soon, I wanted to torment My cock - something subtle yet more than effective <wicked grin>. My slave loves being under My feet and this time I would do something different with him - he would serve as My foot bath for a change. What a wonderful relaxing time that was for Me and My slave had to be ever so still so as not to spill any of the water in My foot bath. After about 10 minutes (and only then because the water was beginning to cool off too much for My liking), I informed slave tate that My feet had been soaking long enough and he could get on with removing any rough patches first prior to massaging My feet. In no time at all, almost an hour and a half disappeared and W/we had to get ready for My next exciting event. slave tate had to chauffeur his Goddess to Brisbane so I could collect My new leather sling which had been made specially for Me. I needed lunch first and W/we detoured via Chevron Island to My favourite little place, Tigerlily Cafe. After some food and a glass of Chardonnay, I was ready for the long drive to Brisbane. It started off as a magnificent sunny winter's day on the drive in and clouded over by the time W/we headed home.
My new sling is absolutely magnificent and I already have some appropriate chains and hooks to suspend it from the two big beams in My dungeon. First it needs to be treated with lavish amounts of leather dressing which slave connor would do for Me the next day on Monday. Not too much longer to wait before I can use it - LOL!
The weekend ended and slave connor turned up after lunch on Monday for his session with his Goddess. The first task was to oil the sling, let it soak in while he prepared My afternoon
treat of a dozen Coffin Bay oysters and then attended to My feet. By the time all that was finished, the sling was ready for polishing and My slave had the privilege of baptising My new piece of equipment. I had to make sure I had enough chain to support it. It was all good and I was extremely happy.slave tate's month of chastity is drawing to an end. What was going to be a smooth finish to this, was disrupted by an interstate trip being brought forward unexpectedly for him. Naturally, with no experience of flying whilst in chastity, slave tate began to panic. On this occasion, I opted to allow him to fly without the device in position but he was expected to put it back on, using a plastic tab instead of the padlock, the moment he arrived at his place of accommodation. he also had to send Me an SMS with the tag number for My reference. I instructed slave tate to present himself before Me on Tuesday evening so I could give him the keys to unlock the padlock so he could remove the device before heading off for his interstate trip. slave tate will be back home later tonight and will have to use a second plastic tab for his chastity device which will remain in position, in place of the padlock, until Sunday when I finally release him from chastity. No point in him using the padlock when he has My keys in his posession. That would defeat the whole purpose of him being in chastity!
Always something exciting in My week and this one so far, was no exception.
Posted by Mistress Adira at Thursday, July 31, 2008 12:15 PM 
Categories: Collared Slaves, Personal Journal
Categories: Collared Slaves, Personal Journal
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