Today I decided to subject myself to an hours-long punishment. It was designed to build up my torment gradually, until I couldn't take it anymore and I have a spectacular orgasm (or a ruined orgasm, depending on how long I manage to keep going).
Stage One - Teasing
I loaded up a teasing porn video, put on a blindfold and listened to the sweet, soothing voice of a lovely lady as she described how she would tease and torment my cock and balls. She carefully laid out plans to lightly caress me, yet keep me held back from an orgasm. After I couldn’t resist any more I started to slowly stroke until I edged, just as she was detailing how she would lock me up in chastity after hours of tortuous teasing.
Stage Two - Pain
I slipped on my turquoise thong, pulling it up do that it wedgied me and bent down over a chair. I took out a ruler and began to spank my ass. 5 swats on each ass cheek for each of the 12 minutes I listened to the temptress in stage one.
Once I had finished this spanking, I decided there was a need for further punishment. I removed the thong, placed it in my mouth and then fitted my ball-gag and clamped my nipples with the attached nipple clamps. With something to bite down on and prevent me squealing from pain, I doubled the original spanking with 120 swats on each cheek.
Stage Three - Chores
With it hurting to sit, and feeling a need to wait before the next stage, I began doing some housework I had been putting off so far. I put on my pink panties and headed for the kitchen. I did the washing up and, as is fit for a punished sub, got on my hands and knees to scrub the floor. I decided I needed to do more to be properly put in my place.
Stage Four - Humiliation
I removed my ball gag and nipple clamps, removed the thong from my mouth and put it back on. I then proceeded to get dressed:
• Jeans that require a belt or they slip down
• A t-shirt that barely reaches my waist
This combination, along with my thong pulled right up, seemed to be sufficiently embarrassing to go out in.
The rules whilst I was out were simple – I couldn’t pull down my shirt and I couldn’t pull up my jeans until they were half way down my arse.
It turned out there were a lot more kids around today than I had anticipated, so I followed my rules as best I could, but made sure not to let my jeans fall down and show off my arse in a thong while they were around. No matter, I am sure a number of customers saw and noticed my choice of underwear (and poor choice of trousers).
I got in the car and headed to a local discount store. I went in and grabbed a basket. I wandered around the shop and had a look in the “health and beauty” section. I was in luck and found some flavoured lube and condoms there for a low price.
That wasn’t why I was there, I continued to the pet section in search of a collar to wear. Unfortunately I was not in luck – everything was too small. I paid for my items, and (refusing to pay 5p for a carrier bag) carried them with me in my hands. The woman on the checkout, I would guess she was in her 30s and had a cute Eastern European accent, served me with a smile that was closer to a smirk. I’m sure she had seen what I was wearing, and my purchase of lube and condoms (which at a younger age would embarrass me) did not seem to do anything to get rid of the cheeky grin and somewhat playful (or teasing) “have a nice day” as I picked up my items and walked out.
Next stop was a large pet store a short walk away. Due to the number of kids about I decided to grab a jack from my car that would cover some of my arse. To counter I also pulled up the sides of the thong as high as I could – I still had the risk of exposure but with a lower likelihood of upsetting kids or parents.
I walked in, seeing only one checkout was open with a man in his 20s operating it. I found the dog section and perused the collars. I was torn between 2; one was pink and the other black with sparkling bones on it. After much deliberation I decided to try one. I picked it up and, to assess the size, held it around my neck. It was the right length and told me I needed a collar in the “medium” range.
Moments after I removed the collar from my next a young girl (around her mid-20s) came up and enquired if I was buying dog products. I somewhat timidly stated I was after a collar, my mind racing with the thought she had seen me try it, or could see my thong. It was probably nothing, but it’s this kind of excitement that makes these excursions so much fun. She asked me to make any purchases at the back of the store in the grooming area.
I collected the collar I wanted – the black with gem stones – and walked into the grooming bay. There was another, younger looking girl trimming the hair of a small terrier. They were joking and laughing about something (my mind told me it was me trying on collars in a thong, but it was unlikely). I paid for my item and carried it back to my car to drive home.
Stage One - Teasing
I loaded up a teasing porn video, put on a blindfold and listened to the sweet, soothing voice of a lovely lady as she described how she would tease and torment my cock and balls. She carefully laid out plans to lightly caress me, yet keep me held back from an orgasm. After I couldn’t resist any more I started to slowly stroke until I edged, just as she was detailing how she would lock me up in chastity after hours of tortuous teasing.
Stage Two - Pain
I slipped on my turquoise thong, pulling it up do that it wedgied me and bent down over a chair. I took out a ruler and began to spank my ass. 5 swats on each ass cheek for each of the 12 minutes I listened to the temptress in stage one.
Once I had finished this spanking, I decided there was a need for further punishment. I removed the thong, placed it in my mouth and then fitted my ball-gag and clamped my nipples with the attached nipple clamps. With something to bite down on and prevent me squealing from pain, I doubled the original spanking with 120 swats on each cheek.
Stage Three - Chores
With it hurting to sit, and feeling a need to wait before the next stage, I began doing some housework I had been putting off so far. I put on my pink panties and headed for the kitchen. I did the washing up and, as is fit for a punished sub, got on my hands and knees to scrub the floor. I decided I needed to do more to be properly put in my place.
Stage Four - Humiliation
I removed my ball gag and nipple clamps, removed the thong from my mouth and put it back on. I then proceeded to get dressed:
• Jeans that require a belt or they slip down
• A t-shirt that barely reaches my waist
This combination, along with my thong pulled right up, seemed to be sufficiently embarrassing to go out in.
The rules whilst I was out were simple – I couldn’t pull down my shirt and I couldn’t pull up my jeans until they were half way down my arse.
It turned out there were a lot more kids around today than I had anticipated, so I followed my rules as best I could, but made sure not to let my jeans fall down and show off my arse in a thong while they were around. No matter, I am sure a number of customers saw and noticed my choice of underwear (and poor choice of trousers).
I got in the car and headed to a local discount store. I went in and grabbed a basket. I wandered around the shop and had a look in the “health and beauty” section. I was in luck and found some flavoured lube and condoms there for a low price.
That wasn’t why I was there, I continued to the pet section in search of a collar to wear. Unfortunately I was not in luck – everything was too small. I paid for my items, and (refusing to pay 5p for a carrier bag) carried them with me in my hands. The woman on the checkout, I would guess she was in her 30s and had a cute Eastern European accent, served me with a smile that was closer to a smirk. I’m sure she had seen what I was wearing, and my purchase of lube and condoms (which at a younger age would embarrass me) did not seem to do anything to get rid of the cheeky grin and somewhat playful (or teasing) “have a nice day” as I picked up my items and walked out.
Next stop was a large pet store a short walk away. Due to the number of kids about I decided to grab a jack from my car that would cover some of my arse. To counter I also pulled up the sides of the thong as high as I could – I still had the risk of exposure but with a lower likelihood of upsetting kids or parents.
I walked in, seeing only one checkout was open with a man in his 20s operating it. I found the dog section and perused the collars. I was torn between 2; one was pink and the other black with sparkling bones on it. After much deliberation I decided to try one. I picked it up and, to assess the size, held it around my neck. It was the right length and told me I needed a collar in the “medium” range.
Moments after I removed the collar from my next a young girl (around her mid-20s) came up and enquired if I was buying dog products. I somewhat timidly stated I was after a collar, my mind racing with the thought she had seen me try it, or could see my thong. It was probably nothing, but it’s this kind of excitement that makes these excursions so much fun. She asked me to make any purchases at the back of the store in the grooming area.
I collected the collar I wanted – the black with gem stones – and walked into the grooming bay. There was another, younger looking girl trimming the hair of a small terrier. They were joking and laughing about something (my mind told me it was me trying on collars in a thong, but it was unlikely). I paid for my item and carried it back to my car to drive home.