Bunch of stinging nettles - From the diary of slave Katinka

“Bunch of Stinging Nettles“ was written for BDSMforyou.nl by slave Katinka.

It was on a Saturday. I had a fit of tidying frenzy. Not indoors but outdoors. I still had some glass panels lying around and bags of rubble. The latter I could manage on my own, the former not. So I phoned a few friends to ask whether they could help me take the rubbish to the tip. That was no problem. Before they arrived I was still messaging with Mistress Moriah. I don't remember how it came to that, but within an hour I had to pick a bunch of stinging nettles. I didn't think any more and went straight after the nettles. Looking back, I didn't even lock the back door. Fortunately I was lucid enough to grab a glove.

A neat bunch

I was back very quickly. I made a neat bunch of them. And where the root and clump of earth were still attached, I neatly snipped them off. For a photo it has to look neat, of course. After the photo the nettles could simply be thrown into the bathroom, because I was about to have visitors. A bunch of nettles on the table would surely raise questions. Because who has that? Meanwhile I got a text back from Mistress Moriah, with the remark that they had to go in a vase, then they would stay fresh. And that further instructions would follow. I replied straight away: 'Yes but, I've got visitors coming.' For Mistress Moriah, however, there is no 'Yes but'. I sighed and ran upstairs with a vase. By then I'd already had a few stings from the nettles. Sometimes I'm a bit reckless.

Instructions on the way

While I had visitors, loaded up the car and emptied it again at the tip, all I could think about was the nettles waiting neatly for further instructions. And they came. I had to put the nettles neatly in my knickers before I went to eat, and keep them in my knickers until I had finished eating. I looked at my watch. Dinner time was still a few hours away. By now I had brought the vase of nettles downstairs, and that was where the long wait began.

Preparations

To make the waiting feel shorter, I started on the preparation straight away. I picked out a nice see-through pair of knickers with leg openings, because of course a photo had to be taken. At last the time had come. I neatly laid the bunch of nettles, in pieces, in my knickers. Sighed deeply and pulled them up. Owwwwwwie, I started jumping around, even biting my own arm. I still pulled a few hard stems out and yelled 'owwwwie' once more. My food was ready by now but too hot to eat. I took a photo standing up but wasn't happy with it. So I sat, lay, sat, lay, stood and took various photos. Until I could be satisfied with the result. I know, after all, how critically Mistress looks at my photography. In most cases I get comments that I haven't taken the photo properly, plus instructions on how to improve it.

Enjoy your meal

After I had sent the photo, I could go and eat. Maybe I ate a teeny bit faster than normal (read: I wolfed my food down). On the other hand, I was also starting to get used to the pain. Even so, I was glad when I had finished eating and could take off my knickers, nettles included. To cool down, I quickly took a shower. Cream on my pussy, thighs and bum, because it had turned into quite a hilly landscape. Really still very owwwwie.

Fortunately Mistress Moriah was happy with the photo I took. She was proud and, actually, so was I. Of myself. And after a day or two there was almost nothing left to see. Except the bite on my upper arm. That stayed for a week.
Looking back, I was obedient straight away with the task. I had earned punishment, after all. But afterwards I mainly had a feeling of euphoria. Because I had gone and done it. Yeah!! I love it!

slave Katinka (aka slave anne)

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