Journal entry - 11th & 12th of JanuarySaturdayThe weekend be..

Journal entry - 11th & 12th of January

Saturday

The weekend began with the usual morning routine, but with a twist. After My slave prepared My breakfast - a simple omelet with fresh herbs - I decided it was time for a session of obedience training. We started with something mundane yet symbolic; he knelt before Me as I ate, serving as My human table, holding My coffee cup and plate steady. His stillness was a testament to his training, and it pleased Me to see him so focused.

Post-breakfast, we moved to the living room where I had him strip down to his chastity device. With him in naked, I had him vacuum the living room while I read My book, occasionally glancing up to ensure he maintained proper posture, even in such a menial task.

In the afternoon, we ventured out for a walk in the park. To the outside world, we looked like any other couple enjoying a sunny day, but beneath his clothes, he wore a butt plug, a secret symbol of his submission. We talked about everyday things, but I knew the plug was a silent teacher, reminding him of My control with each step.

Back home, the evening was set for a more intense session. I had him dress in a maid's outfit, and he was My domestic servant. He cleaned the kitchen while I watched, occasionally swatting his behind with a riding crop for any perceived laziness. Later, I tied him to a chair and engaged in some light CBT, using clothespins, all while we watched a movie. His discomfort was My entertainment.

Sunday

Sunday morning, I allowed him a brief respite from his usual duties. We had a late breakfast in bed, where he fed Me strawberries, each one a small act of service. After, we repotted our plants together, him in his regular clothes but still wearing the chastity device. The normalcy of planting flowers together was juxtaposed with the knowledge of his locked state, adding a layer of control to our peaceful activity.

In the afternoon, I decided on a session of sensory play. I blindfolded him and had him lie on the floor while I dripped hot wax from a candle onto his chest, followed by the cool sensation of ice cubes. His reactions were delightful, a mix of pain and pleasure.

To end the weekend, we had a quiet dinner, where he sat at My feet, eating from a bowl on the floor. This act of humiliation was softened by the fact that we discussed our plans for the week ahead, like grocery shopping and his schedule, making the scene almost domestic in its execution, yet deeply rooted in our dynamic.

As the night drew to a close, I released him from his chastity for a brief moment, allowing him to edge once under My supervision before locking him back up. This act was a reminder of his place, yet also a reward for his service over the weekend. He was then allowed the privilege of pleasuring Me orally until I came. After he thanked Me for the honor, we settled down to watch some television, him massaging My feet, a simple pleasure that concluded our weekend.