First punishment for my list of transgressions complete

               




   Finally I had the place to myself. The family are gone to visit the in-laws. So it gave me ample time to do my punishment, for the first five things on my confession list.
   I guess I should start by telling you what Mistress Cassidy came up with for my punishment.
   First I had to get 3 or 5 lbs bag of rice. Now I am ordered to kneel on that bag of rice. While being punished I have to wear panties. Mistress gave me the choice of putting clothes on over the panties or wearing panties only. Due to other parts of this punishment, I chose panties only. So now clad in a pair of rose colored panties. I am now prepared for the next part. While kneeling on the bag of rice, I have to listen to the erotic hypnosis file that caused me to orgasm. While listening to the file I have to masturbate, from the start of the file to the end. Of course I blow a load while listening to a 56 minute file. And as fate will have it Mistress order me not to orgasm. Mistress also indicates that if I feel like I am going to ejaculate I have to stop,  go to the sink and run my hands under cold water until my urge to orgasm stops. I am then required to start the file at the beginning and do the punishment from the top again.
   Lucky for me I have a very understanding owner. Due to a medical disability I am unable to kneel or stand for a very long time. Mistress did not leave me off the hook, but she did amend it. Instead of kneeling I was permitted to sit and alternate my bare feet back and forth on top of the bag of rice. Now we had to solve the next problem. Any of you who have read my other blogs know I suffer from ED. So conventional masturbation was out. So we resorted to tormenting my nipples with an old electric toothbrush. I must say that I felt really ridiculous sitting at my kitchen table in only a pair of rose panties. My phone on the table next to me and earbuds stuck in my ears. Feet resting on a bag of rice and the electric toothbrush in my hand. Just the picture you would love to send to mom right. Now I have some confession to make. I know I got off easy by not having to kneel on the bag of rice. Being able to sit and alternate my feet back and forth every couple of minutes made the rice bearable, almost easy.
   Now back when I did my week long blog on nipple torture I was taking supplement from a MLM company which was supposedly going to help my leg pain. It helped my legs a bit, but boy did they ever jump start my libido. I have not felt that horny since my 30s. Those supplement is what led me to be a happy collared slave. But sadly for money reason I had to discontinue use of the supplement six weeks a go. So when I did this punishment my nipples were not as sensitive as they were then. If I had to do this punishment six weeks a go. The electric toothbrush on my nipples while listening to the file would of had me on the edge in a few minutes. But right now the toothbrush stimulating my nipples still drive me crazy, but just the same, I was able to tolerate it longer.
   This last confession is sure to get me in more trouble with Mistress Cassidy. I did not tell her this before hand, because I did not what her to have to make alterations again because of my disability. You see after sitting in a kitchen chair for twenty minutes my legs start to cramp up and ache. Twice during this punishment I pushed myself way pass my tolerance level. This result in me having to stop and laying down until the spasms stopped. I am sure my Mistress will have a consequence for me not mentioning my chair limit an altering the punishment without permission.
   But with that all said I did do the punishment. Three times I had to restart that file because I came dangerously close to cumming. After soaking my hands in cold water and the fear of a orgasm passed. I would take a break before trying again. Right now I want to go on recorded and say I never want to hear the first 38 minutes of that file again. I will say I like teasing my nipples with an electric toothbrush. My only regret is that I did not have two brush to play with my nipples at the same time. The hypnodomme was a pleasure to listen to for a while. But if it is the same file over and over again all afternoon, it become almost torturous. I still don't understand the human body. How can playing with your nipples stir the need to cum in a cock that can't get hard. So after spending all afternoon torturing myself and being only dressed in panties, I had to figure out how to complete the punishment before my family returned home. To get by the leg clamping, I chose to lay down on my bed and continue to listen to the file and tease my nipples. I did come close to the edge a few times but I managed not to. After close to 5 hours of tormenting my mind, I finally heard the hypndomme bring me out of trance and end the file and the punishment. I had an interesting time mentally and physically trying to complete this.
   So for now I guess I am free. I just have to dwell on what Mistress has in mind for me next.  When Mistress Cassidy tells me what the punishment for the last five confession on my list will be. I am going to inform you here. I will also let you know what I have to do because I sent 10 items when I was suppose to only send five. Or just maybe Mistress Cassidy will be a sweetie and leave me off the hook completely.
    I now have to ask. Do you think this slave broke any rules by having a wet dream while thinking about his afternoon while he rested in his bed before falling asleep that night. Let me know. 
  
                           
                                                                            

When pain isn't fun

               

Have you ever when on a long road trip in the car. You get in buckle up get comfortable and head out on your journey. After five or so hours on the road the old bladder tells you it's time to recycle that mornings coffee and the gas gauge tells you it's time to feed the horses again. So you pull in at the next rest stop. You unbuckle open the door and step out and you are greeted with stiff achy legs and your first few steps looks like your an extra walking in a bad zombie movie. Now image that achy leg feeling multiplied by 20. That's how I feel every day and it does not go away after I walk around a bit. I once went on long hikes in the bush, or spend 16 to 18 hour on my feet in my shop building kitchen cabinets or a piece of furniture. Or visited other cities and did the tourist thing and walk all day to see things. Now if I force myself I am able to stand for 5 minutes before the shooting pain forces me to sit down. While I am standing my legs feel like every nerve is firing and every blood vessel is exploding and the longer I stand the more it feels like my limbs are about to imploded on themselves like a controlled building demolition. If I try and fight through it then the pain shoots up my back to the point in between the two shoulder blades. The frustrating thing for me. The doctors cannot seam to help me. At first I was told I had a back problem and was sent off to see a surgeon. After an MRI and X-ray I was told I needed surgery on my disc in my lower back. I went under the knife with the hope that after post op recovery I could get my life back on track and rebuild my future. After surgery and during recuperation I try to start walking again. In the weeks that follow instead of my legs getting stronger, they got worse. It is so frustrating. I went back to the surgeon for a follow up. He ordered another MRI and view it. I was told that what he said he would do had healed properly. When I question the surgeon on the pain that still continued in my legs, he said and I quote " that is as good as it is going to get". How is a 45 year old man suppose to use that information. Since then I have fought with the government for a pension. That pain is another story. Now I am working with a doctor in a pain management clinic. I go every week and I receive nine needles in the small of my back. The needles provide me with several hours of relief. The doctors explanation for this is, he is trying to reboot my brain. Right now I feel like I am George Carling and I am about to launch into a new rant on the state of health care (REBOOT my brain). But I will spare us that because no one can replace George. So I go about each day trying to do everything in five minute intervals.
   I also suffered a total breakdown and now live each day fighting back from a major depression. For those of you who are moaning not another story about depression, just get over it already. Not long a go I would of been one of the people moaning. I lived life thinking oh just get to work and get your mind off of it (it being whatever the problem was). Well life kicked my legs out from under me and I have to look at the world differently. Depression is like a vampire and it sucks the life out of you. But finally I started to listen to smarter people than me, and I am taking small steps towards smaller goals. Which in turn is giving me a positive look on things again.
   Now why the hell is this guy telling us all this. Well it started off as me doing an assignment for Mistress Cassidy. A blog about how people with disabilities can still enjoy everything that is BDSM. Mistress asked me not ordered me if I could share my story if I was comfortable. That the reason for the autobiography. But as the words poured out, my mind came alive. A feeling I have not have in a long time, not since the last project I finished in my shop. The spark of creativity. So I am going to enlighten you as to what it is like to be a LDR slave with a disability and the challenges it imposes, which there are many. I am also going to find other disable slave on social media and find out how they server their owner with their own set of challenges. I would like to talk to Mistresses and Masters as well to see how their disabilities influence their roles. But before I can do that I have to remember that I am still a collared slave and I need permission from my Mistress to talk to other Dom/mes.
   I am going to to stop here for now. I want to post this so I don't get in trouble for the length of time it took to get it up. At less my intention is clear. I hope to have my experience post by Sunday.