Tuesday, 10 April 2012

Getting rid of much of my clothes

This incident didn't take my urge away either. We returned from a rock concert on Saturday and Mistress bossed me around that day so that i got soaking wet in my pants and got more painful erections in my cb than ever during porn surfing.

i unpacked with Mistress, and prepared lunch. i asked Mistress for confirmation about what to prepare for Her and others. Whenever something must be decided, i ask Mistress. i must do actively everything which doesn't involve decision making, like clearing the table after the meal, washing dishes when the dishwasher is full etc. This time the decision was enchilados, but eventually i let others eat their favourite enchilados, and ate old mushroom sauce. Proactively i asked if Mistress wanted tea, and prepared it. After that Mistress said She liked our bookshelf cleaning operation so much She is going to go through our wardrobes in the same manner.

In the first place i thought She would classify again what clothes of mine could be used when i go out to town, and which only in the garden. It turned out that She would discard a big part of my clothes. First i had to put on me each shirt i had, and present myself to Her in the bedroom. There She gave Her sentence, and i put the garment in the right pile. Then i had to bring all the trousers and shorts and try them on for Her. Again She discarded some of my favourite clothes. It took a long time, and gradually i came to accept the fact that i really had no say about the clothes i wear.

During the process She did what She's used to - sent me to bring a rug to wash the cloth shelves with. Always as She needs something, She sends me to get it, and i thank Her and get it for Her. i never argue. Today i brought Her a 20 litre gas tank from the beach hut (She needed gas to remove a stain), took the tank to our shed, brought garbage bags for my clothes, brought Her tea, scissors, took my clothes in garbage bags to car, fetched Her weaving and many more.

She also found O/our old constitution, just a few lines saying i obey Her every command, i look happy all times and don't show pain if cb or something else bothers me. i should be proactive and offer foot baths etc. to Her. She noted that i have not offered foot baths. It also said, i may once a week wish for a treat if i have been a good slaveboy. She ordered me to change the last so that if i have been a good slave, i may wish for a punishment once a week. She had me kneel and write down another wish in my wish list. Earlier ones were being tied on my shoulders, ass up and teased, being teaser with a vibrator etc. Now i added the piercing on my penis on the upper side for locking the cb through a captice bead ring in my foreskin. Another choice could have been ball weights.

She decided i have earned a punishment as i had answered Her angrily, to Her judgment, to Her question after lunch: What have you planned to be doing today? i answered that i have no plans, because She tells me what to do. The right answer would have been: to obey all Your orders.

i had to place two rather large clamps, pervertibles W/we bought a month ago, to my balls for 10 minutes and pull up my briefs and trousers and continue the chores (i had been wearing cb for two straight days, as forgot the key as we went to the concert and overnighted at mother-in-law's. i had had to pull out for the night). i had to drag down bags full of my clothes with the clamps. As 10 minutes was over, it hurt like hell to take them away.

As i was trying on a white shirt, Mistress said She would like me to some day serve in a white shirt and black trousers. And maybe a bowtie, i added. Yes, and without a shirt, only a bowtie, She concluded.

After Mistress had selected two full garbage bags of my clothes for charity and one two garbage, She ordered me to make dinner.

She approved my proposals on the menu and ordered me to scurry upstairs and ask Mats's mate if he is going to eat with us. Then i asked Mistress whether i make also green salad to go with the fries and meatballs, and She ordered me to make salad ingredients available in separate bowls.

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