Our Femdom Weekend - From schlemieltje's diary

“Our Femdom Weekend” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by schlemieltje.

At the beginning of this year, my Lady suggested having a Femdom weekend. Well, "suggested" might not be the right word, but never mind. With the holidays and tying up loose ends, we hadn't got round to playing much lately, so it was about time again. "Oh yes, and put your CB on straight away, so you can build up to it a bit," was added immediately. "And one more thing, before you think you're going to end up in lazy-land, to start with you get to organise Saturday's dinner. It's going to be mussels with French bread and all the trimmings. I'll let you know about the starter and dessert later." I had plenty to be getting on with.

Squeezing CB

Perhaps for some people it's "normal" to wear a CB in a D/s dynamic, but because I occasionally come across a metal detector at work, and because my job also involves a lot of physical contact, I'm "luckily" exempt from this inconvenience, but not this week...
The days go by, and even though the CB pinches now and then, the whole week stays exciting and I look forward to Saturday, even though I don't know what to expect. Meanwhile it becomes clear that Mistress Think and Zwelgje_T will be joining us on Saturday evening, and that the ingredients for the other dishes will come along with them.

She locks me in a cage

Finally, on Friday evening after dinner and coffee, we leave for our other address, and as soon as we walk in I get a whole load of orders thrown at me. "First undress, put on your collar and cuffs, close the curtains, set up the bench and shower, you stink like a filthy, rancid pig," I am told.
I'm allowed to put the bench in the living room, and once the cuffs and everything are in place we get on with the evening until around 22:30, when my Lady says she is tired and doesn't want too much bother from a good-for-nothing like me. I get to pour her a drink and set out a snack for her, and that's it...

"Get in that bench and I don't want to hear a peep out of you, or there will be trouble," she snaps at me. She locks the cage and turns on the TV. She puts on our Netflix series Arrow, and there I am, watching the series through the bars.

A mask for the night

After two episodes she calls it a night and I'm allowed out of the bench. "After you've brushed your teeth, there's a mask waiting for you," she says. It is a closed mask with a drain-hole where my mouth is, so that when you put it on, your mouth always stays open and you can't bite. "There, put this on, it's also your night cap for tonight."

My Lady pulls the mask tight with the laces at the back, so that the little hole can't come out of my mouth any more. I wonder: is this for the whole night? But I can't really talk, so I just lie down obediently next to her and wait and see. I hear the click of the light switch, and shortly afterwards my love says "goodnight", and I know this is going to be a hard night.

I have no idea of the times, but I dozed off now and then and woke up again at intervals. First because of a dry throat, then because my slime/saliva was running out of the hole. In the middle of the night I am finally freed from the mask and I'm allowed to sleep next to her for the rest of the night (without drool). I do have to keep my collar and cuffs on.

I have to eat from the floor

After a somewhat restless night, we start Saturday morning with a simple breakfast. My love has granted me the pleasure of eating my breakfast near her, consisting of small pieces of bread with peanut butter, from the floor. With the proviso that I have to do it without hands.

The bench was opened up again and I'm allowed to take my place in it. My love puts a couple of pads on my balls, and while we watch a film she puts my "bits" under current for a while... I can tell you there were moments when I didn't see anything of the film.

Shopping in cuffs

After lunch it's time to do the shopping; the fresh mussels and drinks have to be in the house before the guests arrive. I was ordered to do this wearing my collar and cuffs. And how exciting is that? I have chrome metal cuffs and a matching collar, which weigh quite a bit and, with gravity, can slip out of place quickly.

So as a precaution I wore a scarf and a jacket with tight armholes to prevent this. While picking a product from the supermarket shelves, I noticed that this didn't always go as planned and I didn't know how fast I could straighten it all again. It's also really annoying to keep fiddling with that scarf to check it's still in place. It's not as if there are mirrors everywhere to check...

Unpacking the shopping

I was so glad to be home again, and after unpacking the shopping I was allowed to start straight away with rinsing my anus. I'm not very experienced at this, so it seemed to take forever. Time was getting tight, because it was already 16:30, and sure enough, there were the guests already...
My Lady was kind enough to welcome the guests while I was still getting dressed. Luckily I also have a very sweet and understanding Mistress.

Cosy

It was actually so cosy that it took a long time before we started on the starter. And to be fair, the fish soup from Breda was excellent. The second starter, "prawn cocktail with blood orange", was a surprising and delicious combination too. My own mussels went down well, and dessert was mascarpone with cake in limoncello, almonds and fruit. My compliments to Mrs. Think for her choices and to Zwelgje_T for preparing them... Perhaps it's superfluous to add that the two Ladies ate at the table and we subs sat on the floor.
By the time we had finished eating it was already around 22.30. That was of course down to the pace of the little subs, since they had to eat on the floor and sometimes had to wait for each other.

A bit more play

Afterwards there was some more play, and how glad I am to have Zwelgje_T, a real masochist. We were tied together and had to go round in circles. He was hit a lot harder than me! Lucky me, I'm just a real wimp.

After we said goodbye to Mrs. Think and Zwelgje_T, I'm allowed to stand in the corner for a while as my Mistress pleasures herself, and I go to bed without coming, with my cock squeezed in a CB. It does feel strange being shut out like this. It's a kind of humiliation, as if you don't matter at all.

Sunday morning

Up earlier to prepare breakfast. This time I again had the pleasure of eating it from the floor at her feet. As a bonus I got some of my love's spit on top. I have to swallow when she does that. Not that I find her spit disgusting, of course, but it does affect me how the way she does it puts me in my place.

After breakfast I have to go back in the bench, but this time with my hole mask on again. While she watches our favourite series, this time every now and then some water is poured into my hole... With that mask you can't chew, but you can swallow, and that's what I had to do. She added that she was practising this for something else... Do I want to know what she means by that? I don't dare ask. Oh well, there's no point anyway, I can't be understood with that mask on.

Drool over my body

While my own drool drips from the hole onto my body and the sparkling water rolls over my naked body, I'm allowed out of the bench and I'm put down on the floor and spat on by my love. On my back, under her shoes, I'm freed from my CB and I'm allowed to come.

I look into the pupils of my love's eyes again and smile, and she smiles back at me. I know it's good, and so does she. And I know she knows me like no one else, and I know her... I love you, my love, and thank you for being you... Ti Amo

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