A weekend trampled and humiliated - From the diary of schlemieltje

“A weekend trampled and humiliated - From the diary of schlemieltje“ was written for BDSMforyou.nl by schlemieltje.

I had been looking forward to the weekend all week, one of the few weekends when we would be completely free. Just the two of us. I can barely open my eyes on Saturday morning when I am immediately ordered to put on my collar and cuffs. I also have to bring something to the living room to be hit with. I pick a simple slapper, which I think She will appreciate.

Task jar

Downstairs, the slapper turns out to be a good choice. I hand her the striking weapon in the proper manner and then She draws a card from Her task jar. My first task is to share my biggest secret fantasy with her. Honestly, I have no secrets from Her, so I have to dig quite deep inside myself. Fortunately, I still manage to make her happy with a few deeper fantasies. The second task seems an easy one: I have to make Her burst out laughing within 2 minutes. In practice, that turns out to be rather difficult.

I pull out my silliest moves, along with the daftest faces (I think I'm hilarious), but she doesn't get further than a smile. As punishment I get firm smacks with the slapper. No 'warming up' at all, my love gives them to me full force straight away. I don't like pain, so the sweat quickly stands on my forehead and I can't keep quiet either. Quite the opposite. I fear they could hear my screaming at the end of the street. My beloved is laughing now, at least.

To the shopping centre

Hitting me apparently makes her 'thirsty'. She wants a cup of coffee with a fresh tompouce. Of course there is no tompouce in the house, so I am sent to the bakery. Because it is a warm day, it is hard to hide the collar and cuffs from the outside world. Fortunately they are allowed off for a while, but in their place I have to put on a nappy, with the instruction to pee in my nappy on the way to the bakery and show the result when I get back.

For a moment a fear shudders through my body at the disgrace and humiliation. But I fetch the nappy from upstairs and my love helps me put it on. It is quite a thick nappy though, so I walk (not just in my own mind) a little bow-legged. In the mirror I see that the thick nappy fills out my long trousers considerably. I look at least three sizes bigger, so I try to stretch my shirt a bit so that it covers it somewhat. To be safe, I drink a litre of water and set off.

Your girlfriend knows everything!

On the way to the bakery I pass a woman who sings at me: “Your girlfriend knows everything”, as if she could see what embarrassing situation I was in. Further along I stop for a moment to feel my bladder. A few drops are caught by the pants, but I fear this is not enough yet. I walk an extra round before I arrive at the bakery.

While waiting my turn, two somewhat bigger little pees follow. Once outside, the feeling creeps over me that people are staring and looking after me. As if they can see through my trousers. But maybe they just think I walk strangely. With such a thick nappy between your legs, you can't really walk elegantly.

A little later I stop again and two somewhat bigger little pees come out. Now I immediately worry whether it's going to leak through. It seems to be going fine, but I walk home a bit faster anyway. At home I proudly show the result. Fortunately she is satisfied. The nappy is allowed off again and the cuffs and collar go back on.

Trampled and humiliated

I serve my love her pastry with coffee, and I am allowed a saucer of water, which I may lap up from the floor on my knees next to her. She drops the last piece of tompouce on the floor in front of my eyes. She tramples it with her boot and then lets Her spit run over the trampled morsel. “This is for you“, she says with the sweetest smile.
It gives me a wonderful feeling, a combination of down and dirty, the ultimate feeling that I don't have to be anything. For me this is pure confirmation that she sees me as complete. Even in my deepest being. How much I love Her.

In high heels

After this intense moment it is time for the next task. I am sent upstairs to fetch high heels. I don't want to keep her waiting too long and in the rush I can only find high heels of 11cm. Shoes I cannot possibly walk in.
What I was afraid of happened. I have to put them on. Fortunately She gives me some support, because my balance is completely gone. I can't even get my legs straight any more. They start to tremble quite quickly and hurt from the effort. My love, however, enjoys my stumbling. Her radiant laugh makes up for a lot.

After the staggering, I am allowed to take them off. Now I get my favourite outfit on. A “pinhole mask” and a “straitjacket”. Once completely laced in, she parks me in the corner of the room, so that she “has no bother from me for a while”. It is a hot day, but with the fan aimed at me, I can bear it well in this sweat-inducing outfit. This moment cannot last long enough. I love it. At moments like this I come completely to rest. You can't do anything, so you don't have to do anything. Even my head stops thinking at moments like this.

Footstool

But everything comes to an end, including this lovely straitjacket moment. Once she has taken off the leather straitjacket and the pinhole mask is off my head, I am allowed to be her footstool. It feels wonderful under her feet…

Breather

After all these intense moments it is time for a break. I am allowed to fetch Her favourite dish (Dragon roll) and I am even allowed to eat with her. We talk and evaluate what has happened so far and how I experienced it. After dinner a cinema visit is planned, the film “ELVIS”. It turns out to be a good film that brings a lot of feelings with it. We have a lovely few hours and enjoy the film.

To a climax

When we get back, I am allowed to roll out a thin mat on the floor next to Her bed. I get a mask over my head and before I am allowed to lie down, I am first directed into the corner. She wants to play with herself for a moment and makes it clear she does not need me for that. My place is in the farthest corner and, like a crumb (as small as possible), I may wait there until she is done. I hear Her moaning softly and the buzzing of the vibrator. My CB is getting tighter and tighter.

I hear her come to a climax while my cock is tight in that CB. I love being put away so carelessly by Her. Very occasionally I am allowed to suck her big toe during her sexual moments. Not tonight; tonight I may only sit quietly in a corner until she is done, calls me, and I may fall asleep on the mat on the floor next to her.

The next morning

The next morning I am ordered to make Her breakfast. She chooses porridge and coffee. During the meal she lets a few blobs of porridge drop on the floor now and then. For me to lick up.

After breakfast I am allowed to go upstairs to fetch the bondage film, a dildo, a violet wand and rope. First she frees my cock from its cage and puts a vibrating butt plug in my arse. I am not very used to anal (read: I am rather tight), but the butt plug she has chosen for me feels pleasant and the vibrating gives a (more than) arousing feeling. Then she wraps my body completely in the film, followed by tight rope, so that I am like a rolled roast. She lays me down and carefully cuts the plastic open at the places of my nipples and cock.

Helpless on the sofa

While I lie helpless on the sofa, she torments me with the violet wand on my nipples and cock. I don't like the violet wand, I find electricity scary and experience it as pure torture. My love, however, finds it wonderful. I hear her laughing. And Her laugh makes up for so much.

Eventually she stops with the electric stimuli and picks up a vacuum mask. She carefully places it over my head. I can now only breathe through a tiny hole. I have to concentrate completely on not panicking. My love notices that I am struggling with it and finally frees me from my vacuum mask.

She lets me round off our weekend with a happy ending. I don't get that often, so I don't need telling twice. While I pull at my cock I hear her say: “Shoot well onto the film, so that you can lick it all up afterwards.” I look at her questioningly to see whether she really means it, and as I surrender to this fantasy I can't hold it back any more and I come, spurting…

Thank you, my dearest, dearest, dearest, for this wonderful weekend.

schlemieltje, private sub of Mistress Moriah (aka 2bees)

Source

Text: schlemieltje
Photography: Mistress Moriah