I polished the bed posts, the dining room table and I even sat on the floor to polish the legs. The backs of the dining room chairs were nice and the corners of the kitchen worktops were lovely. I wasn't really tall enough so I had to stand on tip toe to get my crotch onto the top. That meant scraping the Her down corner to get back on the floor, several times! I've rubbed my knickers all the way round the top of the bath and even had a go at a couple of window sill edges.
My knickers are black, low hip cut, simple pants and yes they're a bit dusty now. Actually polishing the furniture wasn't particularly erotic, not like thinking about being made to do it was last night! That's always how it is. When I first open my instructions and see what he wants me to do it makes me gasp in shock and if it's bad I think "Holy Fuck no!" I love that moment so much. I love the fear of wanting to know what I'm in for while still being scared to look. If he'd been here, watching me degrade myself for him, the erotic power of that would have been intense. At one point I had one leg up on the dining table so I could slide my crotch along the edge, grinding Her onto it. I'll tell him I did it, he'll like that.
I now have my tack pad in my knickers with its pins pushed into my rose and my ankles tied to my spreader bar. I'm sitting on the edge of my chair because I can't put any weight on the tacks. I'm imagining he can see me, spread for hm, offering myself for him to look at and know how uncomfortable I am. I'll tell him that too. I've sent him a message pleading with him to make me come. He has control of my sex life, meaning my sex organs are no longer mine, they're his, for his gratification only. I come only when and if he wants.
He offered me a choice of tortures. I have two electrical devices, a Tens machine and an electric shock dog training collar. I've chosen the Tens because the pulses it delivers are powerful and grip me so deep they force me to orgasm reliably. But, to enjoy my orgasm I need to peel the electrode pads off and rub myself off in the way I like to. If I keep the power on the distraction will ruin my orgasm, the shocks numb me and I won't feel it properly. He might make me come but ruin it, so he enjoys it and I don't. How cruel is that? Never mind polishing work top corners, I'm dripping at the thought of how compliant and obedient I will be.
I've made my choice but how I come is ultimately his decision. Last night he sent..............
"You cannot come whenever you like... just after you choose if it'll be with the Tens or the shock unit.
Then I'll confirm and write you a script on how to come... or may be I'll choose the opposite of what you choose... or find a third way... or just tell you that I changed my mind and you're not allowed to come anymore... who knows...
And be fully naked down there while on the table, if that would happen... no knickers."
I have no reply yet. I know he's busy but he might simply ignore me to put me on display naked. Before it happens, the dread is making my heart thump and my mouth dry. I'm shaking and not just because I'm cold for being near naked already.
I struggled to get the handcuffs off by the way. The key is tiny and it fits in a little slot I can't find easily. I always suffer a moment of panic and have to think "OK Kate, you've done this before, calm down, relax............"