Manho’s blog for February.

Manho’s Blog

 

So my avid readers, it’s been a while since my last blog so I thought it was time for a little catch up, so Christmas and New Year has past and all in all its been a rather quiet start to this year, not much has happened. Little Minxs has been, well, let’s say a reasonably good girl, although she has had her moments and I would say is long overdue for a good bloody spanking, but I am debating whether it should be a fun spanking or a punishment spanking, we shall see. Although both Little Minxs and Piggy had a good spanking session a week ago and was rather quite arousing to see my two girls playing and what not. 

Now as for me, I may have got me in troubles a little, for lord only knows what for and when Master and Little Minxs came to see me and Piggy a week ago, I was apparently due a prodding with the cattle prod Piggy had got as a Christmas present from Master. Now let me say this for the record, that shit hurts like a son of a bitch and only had a prod once on Boxing Day when we visited Master and Little Minxs and trust me I did not like it at all. Must admit I don’t like receiving a  spanking punishment either, cause if I’m honest, I am a whimp. Anyhow Master asked me to give him a suitable replacement punishment instead of a prodding with the cattle prod, so stupidly I suggested using one of piggy’s anal plugs wearing it all day whilst I was at work, with that said Master agreed and I had to take photos every two hours and send them to Little Minxs as proof.

The following Monday I got up at bit earlier, knowing I had to stick an anal plug up me bum. So I had the lube and plug ready the night before in the bathroom, I goes into the bathroom, does me teeth and what not, then lubed up the anal plug and god all mighty, trying to negotiate getting the plug up me bum was an experience. Now being honest I am not the smallest of peoples and trying to stick the bloody plug in was an experience that nearly bloody killed me, I ended up several times nearly falling into the bath, trying to get the plug in and I am not talking about the bath plug either. Eventually the plug managed to find its was up the bum so I thought. job done and start to walk onto the landing to get dressed and after literally two steps, the bloody thing fell out, so again I had the messing about trying to stick the plug in the hole. Finally job done, I go to get dressed and again the thing fell out, for F@*k sake I muttered, again I got it back up. I got meself dressed and finished off what I needed to do, still feeling this dam plug slipping out. So after about 15-20 minutes I felt a little sick and a couple of minutes after that, my head was in the white porcelain goddess, gagging and being a little sick. I thought nope, I can’t do this and pulled the plug out. Now I know this was a replacement punishment and I spoke with Little Minxs that morning and explained what had happened, she was giggling at my misfortune, evil Little Minxs she was. So I sent a video message to Master with regards my incident shall we say, with the anal plug and I don’t think he was impressed. A little while later I received a message from Master and it read, I have to wear a bra and knickers and stand outside a pub and take a photo with just these on and the photo must include the signage as well, this must be done and sent by the 7th March. I have to now do these pictures and 10 of them by the 7th March! Bollocks is all I am going to say with that.

Anyway I must now plan what public houses I am going to take these photos from and ensure they are submitted to Master before the 7th, I will let you know how I get on, until next time…….

My stubborn behaviour left me feeling so guilty, I had to own up about my indescretion.

Miss Adira set a new rule about July time, that I could not dye my hair my usual plum colour, not dye it at all. She wanted to see my natural hair color and I hate my natural colour, strawberry blond, it’s a bit dull, boring. Much preferring the bold, bright purple or bright chilli red. It kinda makes a statement, shows my real personality. I was not happy at all, every week or so, I asked and the answer was always no. After a month or so, I heard her tell Master that she was only doing it to wind me up, it was funny. Well I was fuming when I heard that, I said, “Well if that’s the case then, I will dye my hair this week.” “No you will not.” She stated, I could tell she meant every word. 

There was no changing her mind, and I was getting more and more peeved about it. By late October my stubborn, pigheaded head was working overtime, my bratty head began working too much. One night I was sat in bed, it was time for me to turn the TV off and do some colouring for 20 minutes, Miss Adira’s rule.

I began thinking, Well if Miss Adira won’t let me dye my hair, then I’m not gonna do my colouring and I’m gonna watch TV until 10pm, so there. IMaging me pulling my tongue out as well, being a real brat.

So it began, I had this thought every night, but because I’m so stubborn, I continued my deception. Thinking I had one over Miss Adira. 

As time went on, I began to feel terribly guilty. But the more she repeatedly said No to me, the more I continued. I often worried if Master had got the camera in our room working so Miss Adira or Daddy could connect to it and see what I was up to. 

I also wondered why Miss Adira hadn’t asked where was my daily photograph to show the colouring I did the night before. She never asked once. Naturally I never mentioned it, but I was very surprised about her non-reaction.

This was very unlike Miss Adira, She is always on the ball with my tasks,  knowing immediately if I’ve missed one, yet she still said nothing.

I think this made my guilty feeling become stronger, By the end of November every night I felt immense guilt turning the lights and TV off at 10pm, but I continued. The same thoughts going in my head, Well if DiDi won’t let me dye my hair, then I’m still not doing my colouring. I know it’s pathetic, ridiculous and most of all very childish.

After our lovely weekend celebrating Miss Adira’s birthday, I thought I had to own up. It was getting closer to Christmas, my guilt was building inside, so just before Christmas I told her, well I thought I messaged her on Whatsapp, but I couldn’t find it so I asked DiDi to look. Apparently I wrote it in my daily diary and on Whatsapp, I got this message, “Just dye your hair.” I replied “No, I’m not doing it.”

By now, I’d kinda accepted that I was never gonna be able to dye me hair again, I’d just have to deal with the colour, it didn’t help when Daddy kept telling me to just dye my hair. I repeatedly told him, “It is more than my life is worth.” So I was starting to accept my natural hair colour.

Then on Boxing Day when we were exchanging gifts, Miss Adira handed me a basket filled with little gifts, the first thing I saw was a box of hair dye, exactly the one I use. Apparently Master had the job of trying to find a box of my hair colour in my bedroom cupboards, take a picture of it and send it to DiDi, so she could buy the right one. It was quite a task for him to do it without me seeing or finding it out.

So you can imagine the guilt I felt then. It was the worst feeling ever. And as the days went on, Miss Adira still said nothing about my indiscretion. On the 2nd January the boys were back at work, the rules were starting again, after being allowed a Christmas break. I asked Miss Adira if the bedtime rules restart, she replied. “You would presume correct.” 

Again there was no other comment from her, I swear this is like the worst punishment I could have about this. My guilt was just bursting out, it was killing me just waiting for her to say something about it.

On the 8th January I asked again, “Are you ever going to bring up the bedtime crime ?” I asked her, I was feeling really guilty about it. She sent me a very happy, smiley emoji as her reply. “That’s why you’re not saying anything isn’t it, coz you know this was as bad as receiving a punishment.” I stated. “Yup,” she said. “Oh that’s cruel, so so cruel,” I replied. “Yes I am,” DiDi answered. “But still loves ya,” I told her. “Love you more,” she answered.

From then on, my guilt started to lift, it was very slow, and at bedtime I still thought about it. So my rule is bedtime at 9pm, watch TV until 9.40pm, turn the TV off and do some colouring until 10pm. If I’m tired before then, I am to go to sleep.

So as it’s a new year, Miss Adira wanted to take our dynamic further, we both wanted her to go stricter, she wanted to add more restrictive rules, like Daddy choosing my clothes for the day, choosing my meals, telling me if I’m allowed booze or treaties. I told her I was very happy to have more, so we spent the next few days discussing possible new rules. Set so many hours watching TV, Should I ask to watch TV, Should I ask to watch the particular programme.

In the end we finally got some new rules set.

  1. Ask to sit on the furniture when we are together as a group or just us.
  2. Ask permission to use the toilet. (If no response in time to be determined) then consider permission is granted.
  3. 6 hours of TV per day – time can be earned or deducted, if deducted then Miss Adira will notify ma about what can be done instead in the time deducted. This goes from 8am to 5pm. From 5pm – 8.45pm it’s Master’s choice of TV. If I’m up in the night, I may watch unlimited TV of recorded programmes only, until 8am.
  4. Permission to speak to be asked for. When in the group, ask to speak once for the time together. When it’s just the 2 of us, ask every time.
  5. Permission to be asked for what colour I will dye my hair.
  6. To play with oneself to learn how to make myself squirt, twice a week, videoed.
  7. I am to keep a butt plug and jingle balls in my handbag all the time so at anytime Miss Adira can tell me to go and put either in and video doing it.
  8. Improve on etiquette, good manners, behaving ladylike and courteous to others. Addressing people correctly, waiting for everyone to get their food before eating, not talking over people, opening the door for someone, when passing a drink in a cup ensure the handle is facing them.
  9. Months when chapters of MissAdita’s book is to be written are – February, April. June, August, October and December.

 

My first experience with the jiggle balls was on Monday. I was going to a ballet at the theatre, Miss Adira had told me to go to the toilets in the interval and put the jingles in, videoing it as well. I asked if she would mind if I did it when we first get to the theatre as I don’t go to the toilets in the interval, the queue is always far too long. She said that was fine.

We arrived with plenty of time, so I headed to the disabled toilet, got me phone out and put it in a place where he would be able to see a bit. I had no lube so I put a little bit of soap on it. Well could I put the darnn thing in……no I could not. Huffing and puffing it was not easy, my right foot up on the toilet. I could not shove the thing in. I could hear people outside, there was a queue now. So I tried my left leg up on the toilet, see if that works. No, this way was even worse. All the while I talked to Miss Adira quietly so no one else could hear me. After 3 minutes, I thought I can’t be in here any longer, I had to give up. So I told Miss Adira that this was a complete fail for my first go, maybe I was rushing in the public toilets. I didn’t understand it, I’ve put them in many, many times, I was going to have to figure it out over the next few days at home. Miss Adira said the video was the funniest thing she has watched in a long time, listening to you huff and puff, talking quietly, struggling coz you had all your clothes bunched up, it was hilarious. I’m surprised my mother-in-law didn’t ask why I was all flushed, because I must’ve been.

Two days later I felt like I’d been fisted for hours, I felt bruised and battered around my happy spot, I presume from trying to put the jiggle in. After I’d done my homework, I had time to video part 2 of the jiggles as I am now calling it. Finding somewhere to put my phone, I sat down this time, one leg up on the stool, then just as I pressed record and began, the phone fell down, this repeated about 3 more times. Before I stopped the video, thinking about where I can go and put the camera before I call time again. Surely that wasn’t going to happen again. I sorted myself out, changed position, sorted my phone out, ready for the restart of part 2. I began again. Lubed up, I pushed the first ball in but it popped out, I pushed it back, trying to push the second ball in but as soon as I took my finger away, the darnn thing popped out again. I was beside myself now, why wouldn’t the flamin thing go in. I felt relaxed but by the God, I seemed closed up tight. Trying over and over I was losing patience. That’s it, I’m done today. Epic fail, part 2.

The next day after I had a shower, I spent some time having a little play, following the rules Miss Adira had set, trying to make myself squirt, I had to video it so Miss Adira could see if I squirted or not. Anyway that didn’t happen, but I did enjoy the play. So I decided to try Part 3 of the jingles again now I was lubed up and spread open a bit from using my fav rabbit. Still lying on the bed, I pushed the first ball in easily, (why was it so difficult before) the second ball went in with a bit of a shove. Pushing them right up there though, was a bit difficult. My fingers aren’t long enough to reach, I did think about using my rabbit to push it further up lol, but then after another thrust up, it stayed in place. Finally I had done it, I can’t believe it took 3 goes to do it. We have little sachets of lube we bought if we went to the swingers club, so I have now put some in the bag with my jingle, so at anytime Miss Adira tells me to put it in, I’m prepared. I just hope I don’t have to lie on the public toilets floor to put it in all the time though.

Anyway I finally did it for Miss Adira and kept it in until my afternoon nap, she was very pleased and amused by the latest video, so I was pleased I had made her proud of me and for me myself, well I was proud of myself because I really couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t do it, I was determined to do it and I did. Plus they felt darnn good too. I put a little bounce in my step to feel the balls jingle inside me……..mmmmm I like them.

Been in trouble a lot this week.

Been in trouble a lot this week, and it’s only Wednesday.

I’ve not felt too great this week, hot flushes day and night, more exhausted than normal, very snappy and irritable, If I wasn’t on the contraceptive pill that makes me have no periods, I would swear it’s PMT. But I’ve finally made an appointment to see the Dr as I do think I’m in the menopause now. The flushes day and night are ridiculous, almost as soon as I get dressed, I’m dripping wet again so much I feel I should get another shower and put fresh clothes on. Never mind my mood swings.

Daddy has seen my mood swings a lot this week, snapping, irritated, emotional, the whole shebang.

I’ve sworn once, so had to write 100 lines extra yesterday but then I swore again so I said, “I presume you want me to do another 100 lines.” He never said yes but he never said no, so I thought that meant do it. But apparently whilst on video chat with him, he said “ You chose to do an extra 100 lines, I never said do them. So if I haven’t said do it, then you don’t them.” My mood began to grow, he began asking have I written any of my book, I was very very close to telling him “No, I’ve “fudging” not as I’ve had no time.” Instead I gave a very grumpy “No I haven’t.” in a very moody, irritable voice. He told me off for speaking disrespectfully and do not go and roll your eyes at me again. This got my mood worse, “Well I did it twice yesterday and you never even noticed, “ I snapped at him. “Eh when ?” He asked, “I thought you may have rolled your eyes when you sent me your night night video but I thought it was just you being tired. Oh yeah, you messaged me, telling me that you weren’t really rolling your eyes, when you were.”  I grinned at him and began giggling. “Don’t you start giggling at me young lady, what have I said bout rolling your eyes?” He asked. “You never even noticed so you can’t say nothing,” I pouted, folding my arms, huffing. “That’s got nothing to do with it, you’ve been told not to do it, Oh why do you do this, right you’re on a no fun spanking ban for one month.”
I stared at him in disbelief, “No fun spanking………..you do know that’s giving yourself a punishment, coz you love to spank me so you’re just denying yourself.”

 

You know I’m a total brat, no matter what the punishment is, I will try to get out of it and with Daddy it’s quite easy, I couldn’t do this with Master.

 

Daddy thought for a minute, “Oh, yeah, I never thought about that. I will think of something else.”  Over the next hour Daddy set one punishment, then changed his mind when I moaned, and again. Eventually he said do two pages of my maths book. Meanwhile I messaged PiggyJ, explaining what had happened, “He can’t set a punishment then change his mind coz you complained. He knows you will be a brat about it.” We chatted for a while, talking about other things I can do to entertain him, at the end of the day I am there to serve Daddy. PiggyJ said “You could spend the evening serving Daddy, serving Master and me, do massages, use you as a table or footstool. So Daddy is having fun with you. He could spank you his way, whether you cry, complain coz he’s having fun. He can f**k you roughly, so it’s not as nice for you. He can do deep throating coz he knows you don’t like it, breast spanking coz that’s another thing you don’t like, pussy spanking, ass hole spanking. Breast and pussy torture. There are many things he could do with you then.” We chatted for a bit longer then I let her continue working. Instead she video called Daddy, going through the same things we had talked about. But at the end of the day, he’s only been my Daddy Dom a few months, he will learn from these moments, even though I know I will still brat and try to wheedle my way out of the punishment. He then set me a punishment…..a no fun spanking ban until 1’st December.

That’s a 6 week ban !!!!    6 WEEKS

I was NOT a happy little girl.

An hour later Daddy changed his mind again, making it a months ban, he wanted me to wear a butt plug for my hearing test appointment tomorrow, putting deep heat on it, then with Master’s permission, he asked Master to bite my boob !

Master replied, saying that he needed a very good reason why I did this.

I didn’t think the crime fit this big punishment, but I think Daddy may have chatted with Master for a while as he changed the punishment back to a month.

I started getting confused, telling him you said the ban was until the 1’st December, and what about the butt plug or the bite ?

He video called me a while later, “Oh I’m so angry with myself, you Little Minxs have really pulled at my heartstrings haven’t you, you’ve made the most of my soft side but I’m telling you now, I’ve learnt from this young lady and this will never happen again.” I couldn’t help myself but giggle. “Little Minxs look at me, NOW.” He spoke firmly, there was a sternness to his voice, he was now deadly serious. “You will never manage to wheedle out of any set punishment again. I’ve learnt a great deal about this, I’m so cross with myself for letting you get away with it.” I began giggling again. “Oh you may well giggle but you’re punishment will be a fun spanking ban until the 1’st December as you so rightly reminded me, not a month.”  I looked at him, realising he meant it. “That’s like 6 weeks. 6 weeks.6 weeks for rolling my eyes twice,” I moaned, “Yes that’s right, you will not eye roll me again or try to hit my soft side to change your punishment,” he told me. “But 6 weeks Daddy ? Really ? what about the other things ?” I asked, pouting and sulking. “You can stop pouting now, it won’t work on me again, I can assure you of that. There will be nothing else added to the ban. Like I said earlier, if I have not said anything else, that means just the ban” Daddy sternly told me. “Now have you done your lines yet ?”

“No…………( I bit my tongue from saying more, ) I’ve not finished them.” I almost shouted at him. “You mean, No Daddy I’m still doing my lines, don’t you ?” He replied. Oh how my stubborn side really wanted to get out, I was raging inside, “No Daddy, I’ve not finished them yet, I need to count how many I’ve done.” My voice sounded sweet when really I wanted to say other things. I was so so mad.  How can I do things when we chat on video chat 4, 5 times a day for half an hour to an hour or more at a time. Don’t get me wrong, I could chat with him all day, every day, but I can’t do my chores, my writing, my punishments when I’m chatting to Daddy. Maybe we need to cut back the length of time we chat before Master makes it a rule, But that’s only a little thing, I love chatting to Daddy, a lot of the time we chat a load of rubbish, other times I’m winding him up or the other way around, but it’s still really fun.

So now I’m on a no fun spanking ban, I don’t know if that is for just me and him, or does it include Master or even PiggyJ and I. He’s not stated that so I’m going to presume he means just Daddy and I.

Dan you imagine how I’m gonna be after NO SPANKING for 6 weeks.

This is going to be a painfully long long time. Especially as Daddy has two weekends in November off, when hopefully we will be staying over, I will probably try to get a spanking of him but not a punishment. But somehow, I doubt I will win, but it would be fun trying

My big fat ass can’t be hungry today !

Today I had another go with my butt plug, I put it in at 9am, it’s not felt uncomfortable at all, only if I sat right over my hole did I then feel my plug.

Which was good coz I wanted to feel it today.

I went to the supermarket at 3.30pm, and started to feel it a bit, rubbing along the outside edge of the base of the plug.

By the time I unpacked, tidied the fridge to put more food in, it was 4.40pm.

I quickly scraped the chicken meat of the drumsticks for the dogs dinner, Dave was starving as I was late cooking it. I left Muffins dinner in the kitchen whilst Dave scoffed his.

As he was now content, I was able to run upstairs and push my plug out.

I think I’ve done really well today, it’s been in nearly 8 hours, so maybe I’m getting used to it.

I will give it a few days rest again, then repeat it. I may feel up to trying again on Friday.

But at least my big fat ass didn’t swallow it up today.

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Plugs vanishing act.

Today I thought I’d have another day with my plug in.

A few days ago I had it in almost 5 hours, I think that was the longest time before it became too uncomfortable. I had hardly noticed it was in.

So today I thought was a good day to give it another go.

I was doing well with my plug training, didn’t feel it often, mainly if I sat either directly on it or if I sat right on one side, it would catch the sharp edge and you certainly would know about it then.

As Master was out I’d spent the day proofreading my book in the garden, I resisted the temptation to do the gardening but I watered the planters, filled up the water feature and pond.

I’m struggling with our garden furniture at the mo, no chair is comfy for my back, but when it’s a nice day, I can’t not sit out.

Sitting outside causes other issues, I can’t use my chromebook or tablet outside as I can’t see the screen, so I can only read.

The 2 IT men in the house say you can’t buy anything that works, to go on the screen that has a sun filter or something.

Anyway, it was nearly 4pm when I thought I’d better take my plug out, so I went to the bathroom. As usual I struggle with twisting round to get hold of the plug, to either put it in ot take it out, but I have figured out by reading other blogs or stories that to bear down as if you were going to the loo, helps with pushing the plug in or out. So 1 foot on the toilet, I bear down, fingers searching for the plug.

IT WAS GONE  !!!!!

I’m trying to think if it could have dropped out somewhere, I wudda heard the clonk if that fell on the floor. I was beginning to panic, was it on the floor somewhere and E or his girlfriend I, had been here. OMG where the hell was it.

I sat on the toilet, had a pee and felt I needed to bear down. Thinking I needed a poo, I didn’t expect to hear a loud clonk as the plug fell into the toilet bowl.

Fishing it out of the bowl I scrubbed both the plug and my hand, using antibacterial handwash and disinfectant.

I felt nothing to make me think that my big fat ass had swallowed up the entire plug. NOTHING. So when it happened I’ve no clue, but at least it wasn’t just lying on the floor waiting to be found by someone who just doesn’t need to see it.

New plug rules.

Another blogger on WordPress was discussing a rule she has about butt plugs. She must wear one all the time except when she is working or asleep. She likes this rule, as it keeps her aware of her submissiveness, also keeps her aware of how she must look after herself, she suffers with chronic pain. She knows she must pace herself and when she feels the plug when moving around, it’s a reminder to look after herself and her body for her Sir.

I found this a good idea, especially to pace yourself so I  messaged Master, He replied immediately, yes he thought that was a great idea and and it a rule he set up there and then. I am to wear a plug all the time except when I’m in bed.I was told to wear it for the morning, only for one week then increase the time so I get used to it gradually.

So here’s day 1.

Horny.

I’ve been reading a very erotic, BDSM, Dom/Sub novel. Which has been leaving me very horny indeed. It’s called;

The House Of Pain, ( A BDSM, Romance Novel ) by Tara Cescent.

I strongly recommend it.

 

Anyway, reading about the girl having her first experience with a butt plug and having sex with it in, left me very wet indeed.

I asked Master if I was allowed to wear my jiggle balls and he agreed, then deciding to be a greedy slut that I an, I chose to wear my butt plug too.

And holy fuck, this woke me up.

I’m sure I musta had a spring to my step whilst walking on purpose. Lol.

I sent Master his daily photo of my pussy, ensuring to show the string from my balls and the jewel of my plug.

He was very very pleased with me, liking that I was enjoying all my holes on my own too.

I enjoyed a play with my JimmyJane, and nearly shot through the roof, with the vibration, jiggling my balls, the balls jiggling against my plug, it was all very tight inside.

My clit started pounding and felt swollen, boy this was fun.

Then we went to Tesco to do a grocery shop. My bottom was starting to ache, especially as I was driving, so sat upright in the car, right over my big plug.

Soon there was a combination of feelings, pain discomfort and pleasure.

By the time we got home though, it was time to give my bottom a rest, the plug had been in a good few hours now and it was time to come out.

 

But what a laugh that was, if only it was videoed, I’d have you all rolling on the floor with laughter. Could I reach the damn thing ? Front way, Back way, my fingers couldn’t reach. It’s like a contortion act, like when I’m shaving my pussy and bum, how I get into these positions with my back I don’t know. I do know I’m in agony afterwards.

Just when I thought, maybe I should sit on the toilet and push down, and catch it before it falls in, I managed to get my fingers under the base and I slowly started pushing it out until more of my fingers could actually hold it, Gently I pulled the plug out, it was quite sore when it went past the ring of muscle, I relaxed a bit and felt the ring relax enough for me to pull it all out.

I never thought until now, I cudda crouched down as if having a wee, and let it drop out more naturally. I will remember that one next time.

I’m just about to take the balls out, they are very fun to wear as it tickles and tingles your insides something wicked.

Every girl needs to own some.

 

And they seem even better when you’re reading a really hot book with lots of spanking, just imagine those little balls dancing about inside whilst you’re over your man’s knee, getting severely spanked as your bottom bounces up and down with each strike.

MMMMmmmmmmmmmm, I’m getting hot and horny again. Lol.

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