The weekend ended as you know by now, but the amount of aggravation has not.
After all that I was force to endure I still have so many little every day
things to deal with. Things like a new way to enter the house, and a new dress
code while I am at the house. There are some others also, but they just seem to
fit with the rest. I will try and describe them to you as time goes on in the
best way that i can.
Well the biggest change around here is that after work I no longer just come
home and flop down to relax. I have to have my daily inspection by Linda, and I
mean inspection. As I walk in I check to see if there is any guest that I was
not informed of, and if not I go to my room and strip down to my panties. After
that I return and if Linda is not in sight I find her (no matter where she is).
If she is not in the house with the weather so warm, it's a fair bet she is out
in the yard. So I just take my self out there and when I am with her I now have
to kneel in front of her with my hand behind my back.
At this point she can either tell me to go about my business or give me some
special instructions. It depends on the kind of day that she had weather or not
I will have special instructions. And believe me they are usually special as
they are never the same from day to day.
Most of the time they are simple - like stand up turn around, bend over and so
forth. Just little things to aggravate me as much as she sees fit. But there are
those days when she has had some kind of aggravation her self and wants to
relieve her tension out on me. I guess I don't mind, but what difference would
it make if I did? I just hate the days that she had a bad afternoon at the soap
operas or what ever as she wants to get even with a TV character and sense she
can't I will make do. And I usually do!
The easiest thing that I have to do is take off my panties and go stand in the
middle of the yard until dinner. Usually with my legs apart, but not that far!
Or she will want me to make it with her for a little bit before she finishes
dinner, and I have come to enjoy that now. BUT if she is really ticked at some
thing she will want to spank me or tie me to a tree or post or some thing in
that order. She even has me get my leather cuffs and wear them until it is time
to go to bed, usually several hours. Of course she wont let me dress during
this time.
There are those days how ever that she either had a bad day her self or she has
been told to do some thing special. those are the days that I would rather work
late, like all night if I could get away with it. They are just about always on
Friday, and that is the day that I usually get off early. I mean she will have
those days planned down to the smallest detail, and that is for sure. She will
have them planned to the point that what ever she plans on doing and what she
needs to do it are all laid out so I can know what is coming. So when I get to
my room if it is a special day I usually see the first signs of it then.
So I guess I will do my best to describe one of those days. It is a Friday about
3pm when I arrive home!
I drove in the drive as I always did, and picked up my daily notes to take in
and look over when I had the chance. As I came through the door I first noticed
that the two hanging plants were not in there usual place in the arch way
between the living room and den. I didn't think that much of it as I guess I was
hoping Linda had taken them out in the yard for some sun. So I went to my room
to get undressed as I always did every day. That is when I new that she was a
bit ticked at some thing, and I had better watch my step. On my bed was just
white tip from a feminine syringe and I knew what that ment. After I completely
stripped down I went right to the bathroom where I found the old red bag with a
note on it. The note just said (take two) and that to was self explanatory. So I
did just as the note said and took two good cleaning ones. That took about
thirty five to fourth five minutes. When I had finished cleaning out and
cleaning up I went to find Linda. She was in the back yard laying back in one of
the lounge chairs eating cookies. So I went and assumed my normal position in
front of her, and waited for instructions.
proceeded to tell her what I found and had done. She then told me to go over to
the picnic table and bring her the box that was on it, and I did. Once I was
holding it in front of her she had me set it down and open it. After I did I saw
that inside was my waste belt and cuffs along with a short pair of ankle
shackles. I then looked at her wondering what came next. She told me to put on
the shackles, and I did. To me that is a funny feeling having to put some thing
like that on knowing your making your self just about helpless ...
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