An evening with my Doms/Domme on Saturday night.

Evening with Master, Daddy and Miss Adira, last Saturday.

Arriving later than planned, I had to say hi to the petting zoo first before giving Miss Adira a hello kiss. She looked very sexy in a tight black skirt, a black vest top with a purple bra showing underneath. Sitting next to her on the sofa was her new wooden spoon. I had a sneaking suspicion it was out for me.
The night before, as usual I was very tired, and you all know by now what happens when I’m tired. I become a major brat.
I hadn’t had a nap, so Miss Adira told me that apparently she went off her head, flew off her chair to go to him, and went mad, she was furious. Daddy said, Even I would never ever whatever her. It’s like a death wish. That’s when I realised I was in trouble.
So the spoon was for me. And she wanted to use it straight away. She made us all a coffee, Master put his YouTube on and I was instructed to go into the kitchen. Now C, their son was home, the kitchen window open, so I was told I had to be quiet. Bent over, skirt up I leant on the windowsill. At first she started by telling me she would not accept anyone whatevering her, had Daddy told you about the guy at work ? I said, erm yes, I realised then that was one thing you would not tolerate.
She asked me to pick a number, can’t remember the numbers she told me but I went with 2, I think. She thought for a minute and said 40. I’m sure she just picked a number out of the blue. We will do them in sets of 10, she said.
I’ve not had fun or punishment spankings for quite a while so that first whack stung like crazy. Fortunately she let me grab my butt on quite a few occasions before saying, I don’t allow fidgeting do I ? No sorry. I stuttered. A quick break after the first 10 and she did the next 10. I think I managed to stay still’ish, I can’t remember. on one occasion it was so hard I blurted out, OW SH*T. Did you just swear then ? She asked, amused. Don’t you have a rule with Daddy that you are not allowed to swear ? I looked at her, my eyes pleading, don’t make me tell Daddy, please.
Another break, Right I think we will count now, for every even number, I’m sorry Miss Adira, for every odd number, I will tell Daddy that I swore. Of course by the time she finished telling me, I’d forgotten it all. So she went through it again. Of course the first swat came, the pain made my head go blank, and I forgot what to say. Luckily Miss Adira knows what I’m like for forgetting it, so she helped me out, then I got the hang of it. Then the next 10. Each swat taking my breath away.
I have always said this but I do find it infuriating that your pain threshold drops when you aren’t spanked regularly. And this was bad. But Miss Adira doesn’t play around during a spanking, play is very hard, punishment, even harder. There is no other way.
Finally the 40 was over, I stood up ready to give Miss Adira a kiss, Erm it’s not finished, your getting a maintenance spanking. Being a submissive herself, though she is not as bratty as I am, she knows the need, want, desire for a regular spanking. She also knows my behaviour only gets worse when I don’t get either a maintenance or play spanking. And she knows I’ve not had either for a few months.
She pointed back to the windowsill, I bent over, arms by the window. Then she began, taking my breath away again. Trying the other side of the spoon, it made a thunderous sound but she didn’t like that much. So she went to the utensils pot and picked out a rubber spatula, the first hit with that and I nearly jumped through the window. Oh you like this one, I musta picked the wrong one for your punishment. She said, I could hear a smirk in her voice. She went from spoon to spatula, not sure how many I got, but I know my butt felt bruised and very tender. She asked me to bend over further so she could aim for my sit spots, she loves to get them, she knows you feel it for longer there. But I’ve got to admit, it was a very familiar, very nice feeling, once the spanking pain ended of course. Kisses and cuddles followed with a knowledge of her forgiveness and my knowledge of never, ever saying whatevs to her again.
The next part of the evening was great, we were going to order pizzas but lord were they expensive when you buy sides along with pizzas, so we decided on chinese. I phoned Daddy, asked him what he wanted and could he pick it up on the way home from work, as he was leaving work now. He said Phone the order through, tell them we will pick it up for 6.30pm, I will come home, get changed and pick you up, so you can come with me. So I wrote everyone’s order down, phoned and ordered, soon Daddy arrived, got changed, then it was near enough time to go, so we left, as usual it was very busy but phoning the order was much better as we have been known to be there 45 minutes before we got our food. But it is a very nice chip shop, so no wonder it’s always busy.
Daddy wasn’t very chatty in the chippy, I think he was very tired, had a very busy day, not eating of course wouldn’t have helped, to which I told him off. You are allowed a lunch break, in fact it’s against the law not to have your breaks so please do not do that again. No breakfast, no lunch, is not good for you. I told him. He tried to brush it under the carpet but I said, If I had done that, you wudda been furious with me, he nodded, So please think about your health, food and breaks are important. I finished the lecture then. I had to own up about swearing earlier, so I quickly told him about my spanking and swearing. He wasn’t happy but he didn’t say much.
Getting home we all sat and enjoyed our meal, watching FaceOff. Doesn’t matter how many times I’ve watched it, it’s one of my favs, John Travolta looking damn sexy as normal and Nicholas Cage, who plays a mad man excellently, but who I also find very attractive, but that accent of his, omg it’s so sexy. Looking it up online, I found it’s a Californian accent, excellent film and actors, which are very pleasing on the eye.
Then we watched Paris With Love, I was feeling more tired so must admit I dozed quite a bit. Miss Adira wanted to give Master a massage so went to get some baby oil. She was a little drunk so was becoming a bit more pushy. She asked if I told Daddy about me swearing, I said yes, and what did he say, she asked, I said not much. She looked at Daddy as if to say what are you doing ? You’re letting her get away with swearing ? But Daddy seemed oblivious. A bit later, she said that she thought Daddy should have a massage, again he seemed unaware of the conversations going on around him. I was too tired to give one anyway, but she told him again. Eventually, she just told him to take his top off and get a massage, She passed the baby oil to him, so he went to pass it to me, I just said No, I just wanted to sleep. Feeling Miss Adira’s eyes on him, he said it again, this went on for a few minutes until he went upstairs to get some paddles. Then asked me again. I was close to shouting at them all, but just said no. Right stand up right now, he said firmly, I I kept refusing, until he told me again, the voice came out, you know you’ve pushed too far when the voice comes out. So I stood up, he wanted me to bend over the settee, but I hate getting a spanking in front of everyone, so I asked if we could go in the kitchen as it was really hot in the living room. He agreed so I ended up bent over, holding onto the windowsill once more. He had brought down the hard leather hand paddle and a paddle similar to a vampire paddle. Both are seriously hard and I don’t like either. Daddy certainly wanted to make a point, I’d embarrassed him in front of the others. Well someones already made a mark on your backside, was this Miss Adira’s work ? He asked. Yes I muttered. Then he began, and like Miss Adira’s punishment, he wanted me to remember this one and there was no messing about. At one point I felt his toes over my left foot, I wondered why, until I started fidgeting. Then he put a little bit of weight down, so I couldn’t move my foot and leg, then I couldn’t try to get away. It was actually a good tactic, because I am a mover. Though not with Miss Adira coz she is super strict about any movement during any spanking. I had to count the last 10, and after the 10th swat, I got up and went towards Daddy for a hug,  Erm you haven’t finished your count, he said. 10, I told him, my voice sarcastic. Right bend over, don’t speak like that to me. NOW. He ordered. I had to do my count again and I made sure my voice sounded apologetic. Daddy certainly made sure I knew my behaviour was not acceptable. And I certainly felt it.

Back in the living room massages were still being done, I began tickling Daddy’s back, then Miss Adira said, I think you can do Daddy’s massage now. She told Daddy to take his top off, so I gave him a massage. After a while she said, I’m missing out, I want Aurora to massage my back. Daddy moved so DiDi got into his position. I’m partial to my boobs getting a nice massage too, she told me.

Whilst I gave her the massage she asked Daddy to massage her feet. He wasn’t impressed with this, we all could tell she was a bit drunk. She began demanding that Daddy massaged her feet, eventually he gave in, knowing she wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted. I always enjoy massaging, stroking DiDi’s boobs and I know she loves it.

After some time went by, Miss Adira said I was the only one who hadn’t had a massage, so told Daddy to give me a back and boob massage. Taking her place I took my top and bra off and enjoyed the massage. Then I suddening remembered something.

Oh poo, I’ve not done Miss Adira’s poses or make me smile pic or vid. And It’s not that I’ve not sent them, I had not done them. Master had just got up, I like to do them on my own. So I left it for the time being. I went to bed about 9am, in the hope to get some sleep, never happened but coz I’ve normally done it by now, I never gave it another thought. Now when I next looked over at Master and DiDi, Master was looking at the shoehorn I gave DiDi a few weeks ago. I looked at DiDi, I’ve not sent you my poses have I ? She shook her head, Or make me smile, she said. It’s not that I’ve not sent them, I’ve not done them. I told her, a sinking, sick feeling came into my tummy. So not only did you whatevs me, you’ve not done my poses or my make me smile ? She said. Erm yes, Master got up just as I was going to do them, then I went to bed, I forgot then. I told her. It sounded like a pathetic excuse. Hmmmmm, she said.

Now many moons ago, a good friend on SpankingTube @Ditzy247, would always get a terrible spanking with a shoehorn. She told me she bought them from IKEA. So what do I do, I buy 2 when I next go to IKEA. They’d never been used, which is why I decided Miss Adira would probably enjoy this new toy.

But whilst Miss Adira took the shoehorn off Master, he took it back and said, It’s only fair that you experience this new toy first. She looked at him, No, you’ve not tried all your toys. I think you need to try it though, just so you know how it feels. He told her, standing up. Come on, he said pointing to the settee.  Miss Adira stood up, there was no mention of dropping her jeans so she bent over. Master struck her, it looked hard. No flinch from DiDi. He did it again harder, and again no flinch. A few more harder strikes and I think she eventually gave an ouchie.

Master and Daddy went to the kitchen to sort out what things we were taking home, leaving Miss Adira to say, As you didn’t do poses and make me smile I think 8 with this is enough.  I looked shocked, No please, 6. I replied. 7 then, DiDi told me. You don’t do odd numbers ever though. I whinged. Okay, well 8 then, she said standing up. Waving the shoehorn towards the settee, so I got up, walked to the settee, You know I don’t do over clothes, ever. She said. Throwing a dirty look at her, I lifted my skirt and bent over. The first hit made me gasp and rub my bum, Come on, DiDi said. Doing a lighter one, it was followed by another strong hit. It took my breath away. I understood why Ditzy wanted to hide her shoehorn now. Light then hard, light then hard until the 8 were over. Trust me, these were nice compared to what I got from Sir, she said. 

I’ve now come to the conclusion, firstly, Do Not say whatevs to DiDi, second, Do Not refuse a task from Daddy and lastly, hide or throw out that flipping shoehorn.

 

Why Do I Keep Going wrong ?

Why do I keep going wrong ?

After disappointing Daddy for missed tasks I’ve been trying really hard to get them done at the right time. I’ve added an alarm to my phone at 9am and 4pm, This is to check I’ve done everything, then sign it off on my tasks sheet. And I thought I was really getting into this routine.

So when Daddy phoned yesterday and said the first part of this conversation is not going to be pleasant. I thought, Oh God what’s happened, what have I done. Where is my morning selfie ? He asked.

This left me a bit dumbstruck. I was sure I sent it, I felt certain I had taken them.

The only difference yesterday was I had an idea for my erotic photos for Miss Adira, and my head was thinking only about this.

I took photos of my homework, then waited until my son had left for work, then I took myself upstairs. I had a shower, did my hair, put makeup on so I looked nice for the pictures. I’d bought new bras which I wanted to try on, 2 for everyday wear, 2 sexy ones for going out, meeting Daddy and Miss Adira. This was all I was focusing on.

Now for my 50th birthday present from Miss Adira, she is taking me away for the night, we are going out for afternoon tea then going to watch The LadyBoys of Bangkok.

I really wanted a sexy outfit, which is hard for me when I don’t feel a sexy woman. I bought a black tight skirt, had it shortened to over my knee, I found 2 pairs of over the knee boots in the sale, black and blue suede, and bought a black sheer top. Originally I wanted to wear a basque underneath, bought 2, I felt were too small, so bought the next size which was far too big. So, with Master;s help, I got the smaller basque on, but OMG I couldn’t breath. I couldn’t sit down, never mind going for a meal and sitting in a show for 2 hours. Master said I was just not the right shape for a basque. Be okay for a quick photo shoot, but after that, no.

Master suggested wearing just a bra underneath, it would look sexy plus you would see your tattoos. So I had to buy some sexy bras. The 2 I own are decidedly ugh, I hate underwired bras, the wire always digs into my sides, but the non-wired bras are pretty dull and boring. So I decided I had to suffer the wires, and purchase some pretty, sexy bras. I found 2 I liked so purchased them.

Then I tried the outfit on, taking photos of the new bras first, I put the outfit on and wow I actually felt good in it, I felt sexy. I think mainly because it didn;t show my figure, my big tummy mainly.

So I got carried away with my outfits and taking photos, once I had sorted them out and edited them I sent them to Master, Daddy and Miss Adira.

The response I got was amazing, they all said I looked real sexy, now I wouldn’t go that far, but I did feel a bit more confident in myself. I think Miss Adira will be proud to take me out looking like this. 

Next year we are also going to see a burlesque show with Miss Dita Von Teese Glamonareix

So I think I will be wearing this outfit then, if I really do feel sexy in it when we go to see The Ladyboys.

Miss Adira asked me why I liked 2 particular photos, it was a hard question to answer, so I just explained that just putting the boots on made me feel good, and I could honestly say I felt comfortable in it, Showing off my tattoos makes me feel confident for some reason. I just felt a self confidence I never really feel, the only time I feel like this is at the naturists park we go to. Then I’m not bothered, I think to myself this is the body I’ve got, so embrace it. And I do. When I’m home I do anything to hide my body, well the middle section mostly. Tummy and scar.

But all this is no excuse for missing my selfie. No matter that Daddy loved the photos, they weren’t the photos he was wanting. Or expecting. Or at the correct time.

The last thing he said to me last Saturday after my punishment spanking, was,  if you miss just one more, then you will get a no-nonsense, long punishment. He said things like having no TV at bedtime until he decides I’m allowed it, No Ipad, chromebook for a month unless I’m writing a blog then I have to give it back to Master, given daily tasks on top of my normal stuff for a month. He even mentioned me not being allowed to watch grown-up programmes, and just watching the kids channels, I hope to God this one doesn’t happen. But I’ve disappointed him again, and he said once more that he thinks I’m doing it on purpose. But I’m not, I think the only way to make him believe me is by making sure I get it done. Stop getting side tracked on other things. I need to focus, once the homework is done, sent them there and then, even if its 4 am, like today when I’d done it all. Take the selfies then and send everything. Fill out my task sheet, making sure I’ve ticked off each task. Then I can think about the rest of the day.

Anyway at first Daddy set me an origami to make, I did not think this was a sufficient punishment to make me stop forgetting, so I reminded him about what he had said at the end of the last punishment. “Oh ok if you want to go down that route, you will get a more serious punishment. So to start with, I want 1000 lines, in your best writing, in nice rainbow colours, I will not forget my Daddy’s tasks ever again. I want you sat on nuts and bolts whilst you are writing them. This becomes very painful after a few minutes. Tomorrow (which is now today) I want a video at 6 minutes past the hour, from 8.06am – 8.06pm, saying I am sorry I missed my task again, I will try harder. I’ve been told there will be more punishments to come.

Master and Daddy have both mentioned that maybe I’ve too many things on,  and I’ve too many tasks but I’ve not many daily tasks, once the homework is done, poses for Miss Adira, it’s only selfies to do, unless I’m given extra tasks for punishment or for their amusement. So going forward, I intend to send homework, selfies and poses as soon as I’ve done them, then I know they are done. I don’t want to hear Daddy say he’s disappointed again, I want him to say well done or thank you for my tasks, daily like he usually does, not a conversation where I’ve missed one. Or worse, missed them all. 

But he did say the photos were really sexy and it was hard to concentrate on his job after seeing them. That the boots were a big turn on, so all he thought about was making me squirt, giving me multiple orgasms and spanking my butt, just with me wearing those boots. Now even though I missed a task, I’m gonna be honest now, just hearing Daddy say that, the passion, desire in his voice, had made this mistake worth it. Even if I’m not enjoying writing these 1000 lines, sat on nuts and bolts and probably won’t enjoy anything else he sets to add to the punishment. Hopefully this will be the last time.

Busy doing art work.

Busy doing art work.

This last month hasn’t been good for me, I’ve been late sending Daddies tasks at least 10 times. And the worst thing is, I’ve done my tasks by 8am, then I just get side tracked, forget to send a photograph of all of them to Daddy and Master, then by the time I remember it’s after lunch and I get a very disappointed Daddy phoning me up asking me where my tasks are and why they are late, yet again.

Anyway, Daddy had thought long and hard about what the suitable punishments could be, he flatly refused to select a spanking, as he wondered if I had deliberately forgotten to do them to get one. Even though I hadn’t done it purposefully. I explained that I wasn’t doing it on purpose to get a spanking. But I don’t think he believed me at first.

Meanwhile while we were all together one weekend in August, Master got discussing my artwork I did when I worked as a Nursery Nurse Manager. Commenting on a few that he said were nothing like I said they were. In particular he mentioned when I drew a big wall display for the children’s song, 5 Little Monkeys Swinging in a Tree, he said they looked like 5 aliens in spacesuits. To begin with, Miss Adira had never heard this song, but she decided she wanted a picture from this. So she said “Instead of your usual homework, I’d like a picture of these 5 Monkeys. And I will put it up in our bedroom.” At first I thought she was joking, but no. “This is your task for September.” 

So I set about looking online for pictures on this song, found some then tried to decide on the size of it, Miss Adira wanted it big, so I used paper from my A3 sketch book, sellotaped 3 X 3 together sitting on the floor then began to sketch the picture.

It was then when Miss Adira owned up that she never said it had to be so big. I had a decision to make then, do I continue on this huge sheet or do I use A4 sketch paper, 3 X 3 instead.  I decided I had to make it smaller. So I threw the first one out and started again. I must admit, I did enjoy doing it, it really took me back 20+ years ago, when I did these huge displays for nursery.

Meanwhile Daddy was deciding on my punishments. The first time I was set triple homework to be done by 9 am instead of 10 am. Then I forgot my selfies, so I was told to send a selfie every hour, on the hour until bedtime. He was becoming more upset than annoyed with me, again wondering if I was doing it on purpose.

Finally he set early bedtime, 7.30 pm, for a week, no TV, no kindle but I could write Miss Adiras book in my notebook, find a picture in my colouring book where the saying represented us, frame it then hand it in next weekend. The next punishment I knew was Miss Adira’s idea, it was just something she would set me. Sketch a picture and colour rice to make it a rice picture. You have a month to do this because I want it doing carefully. I sat a little dumbstruck by this idea. “How do I colour the rice ?” I asked. “That’s up to you.” Was my reply. Master suggested dying the rice when I told him what I had to do. He said, “Put food colouring in the water when you boil it.”
So tasks set, I started by looking online how to dye rice, and found one idea that I really liked. Put a cup of rice into a bag or container that has a lid, add some food colouring, the stronger the colour you want, the more colour you add, then add a teaspoon of vinegar. If you want, you can add lemon juice instead, which leaves it with a slight lemony scent. Shake the rice thoroughly so it’s mixed and coloured well. Pour the rice onto a paper towel, leave it on a plate to dry. So I ordered food colouring, bought the cheapest rice I could find. Then began colouring the rice, I found it best to let the rice dry overnight, the second lot I did went mouldy because it hadn’t dried properly. So I need to do those colours again. But they’ve come out great. Whilst I was deciding what picture to draw, Daddy said he wanted a Koi Carp fish. “I thought I got to choose,” I said. “No, I want a Koi Carp.” Daddy told me. I grumbled a bit because I wanted to choose a picture for him, but searching on-line, I found a picture I liked. So I sketched the picture in my artbook and waited for the first opportunity to start it.

To get the picture to look good, I decided I needed to put each piece of rice on individually, so one morning I spent 2 hours doing some of the picture. My eyes hurt, picking each bit of rice up with art tweezers, putting it down exactly where I wanted it, choosing different colours, making sure you could tell there were scales on the skin. I haven’t got very far, mainly because it’s so time consuming but I want it all done right. So far, I am quite impressed with the effect.

Of course when I told Miss Adira what I was set, she said, “ Oh so he didn’t do exactly what I suggested.” “What was that then ?” I asked. “I said to colour each individual grain of rice with a felt tip.” She said chuckling. Might have known I thought.

Meanwhile I was still doing Mss Adiras 5 monkeys on a tree picture.

Then Master set all of us a task, make a sock puppet each, and video a puppet show about a swingers club. 

So much to do, remember and complete.

During my first early night, I struggled to get comfy enough to write my story in bed, the following morning my back was really playing up. I never mentioned this to Daddy, it was a punishment, which I certainly deserved, so I was determined to complete it but he could tell my back was hurting, “What have you done to your back littlen ?” I had to be honest and say I struggled to get comfy to do my writing in bed. “Right you’re not doing that again. Instead I want one origami animal every day for the week instead. Nothing you’ve already done.”

So every morning I made an origami animal. I coloured in the picture I chose that represented me and Daddy, I even put a picnic table in the garden to enjoy the sunshine whilst doing my art homework.

I began thinking about the puppet, in my head I decided I was going to make a male puppet, naked.  I wanted to make a penis and balls, but how was I supposed to do that. How would it stick to a sock. I ordered some craft wire, 

I knew what to do. The wire arrived the next day, I took 2, beginning to twist it to make it stronger. Folding them in half to strengthen it more, I bent the 2 ends, so it looked like a T. Bending the ends again, I formed 2 loops, this way I could sew it to the sock. I wanted to buy some clay or something to mould it, but I’d been buying loads for art work so I decided not to do that, I opened a new packet of blu tac, and began to shape it around the wire. It started to look good, using a pen  and scraped the sides to resemble the veins, formed the tip, with the foreskin slid down a bit, shaped the bell end until I was satisfied, then that was done.

I needed a sock now, then thought of using a sock made from tights. The natural tan colour might be better for the penis. I pushed so paper into the end to form the head, used some of my origami paper to cut out eyes, mouth which had his tongue sticking out, hair but he was bald at the top. But it looked a bit silly. I then showed Master, “It wasn’t quite what I was expecting, but it’s okay. Did you look online for ideas ?” he asked. “Oh no I didn’t.” I told him.” Then I decided I would start again.

Taking an old black sock from Master’s drawer, I ordered some felt squares from Amazon. They came the next day, so I cut out some spiky hair, eyes, lips and tongue. Unfortunately my glue wouldn’t stick it down, so I had to fight with cotton and a needle and sew everything on the sock. I’m not a sewer, so it was very rough, but the stitches were underneath the felt as much as I could do. Then I decided to paint my penis and balls black, so it would match the sock. Once dried I painted PVA glue over it which gave it a shine, so once I sewed it on the sock, it looked quite good. Okay he was very well endowed but it looked good. He was going to be my armless, legless sockman, who loved going to the swingers clubs as everyone, male or female loved to suck him off, and he loved having girls sit on his face so he could lick them dry, or have their titties shake about in front of him. So that was all done, I now had to wait for Saturday when Daddy and Miss Adira came here, and we were videoing it that day and send it to Master. I don’t know what the other puppets were like, but I’m sure we will have fun doing it.

Now back to the origami collection. I wanted to pick animals I knew Daddy loved, he puts them all on the windowsill in his bedroom, so I first picked a parrot as he loves birds, a hippo, a peacock, mouse, Koi Carp, tortoise, crocodile. Then Miss Adira said she wanted a multicoloured peacock. So I got another idea which took all morning to make but I think it looked great. The peacock feathers were all different colours, I was so happy with it, I decided I couldn’t not make one for Daddy too. So the afternoon was spent making that for Daddy.

They both loved the origami I made for them, I hadn’t got a frame for Daddy’s colouring I did, but he said that was okay. He was happy with everything I had done for him. We had a chat about the time my tasks should be sent, should he say no time limit, should he say don’t do the tasks, he didn’t want to have another month where he was constantly setting punishments due to late tasks. I got upset then, I knew he had been upset with me but this really showed me just how much he was upset. I didn’t want to not do the tasks, I didn’t want to change the time, these were the rules Daddy had put in place from day one of our dynamic, I did not want to change the rules, but Daddy decided to give me an extra hour to send them, so I had until 11am to do it. But so far, I have sent them before 9am, because I don’t want to change it in my head. If there’s a genuine reason, like my Dad suddenly appearing unexpectedly or I had to go to an appointment, then I would let Daddy know I will be late sending tasks or why I was late. But if its just I forgot or got sidetracked, then there’s no excuse. 

On Saturday when Daddy and Miss Adira came round, we chatted for a while then we went upstairs, set my phone to video then the 3 of us performed our puppet show. It was hilarious, Daddy’s accent was the best, but Miss Adira’s acting was fantastic, but the funniest bit was whilst giving me a “blow job”, her boobs fell off, when she sat on my face, her pubic hair fell off, stuck to my face, so by the end most of her puppet had dropped off. But boy, did we giggle doing this task, and Master thought it was brilliant. He said it was a close call between me and Daddy, but because Daddy put on a funny accent, he had to be the winner. As Miss Adira’s puppet came apart she came third. To me she should have come first because she was the funniest.

Anyway, I’ve now just got Daddy’s rice picture left to do, he has given me until the end of October to finish it.

One night last week, I wasn’t tired so I had asked Miss Adira if I could stay up until 10pm, she said, “Yes but I want you to find one song which represents herself, Master and Daddy. You can send them to me by the end of Saturday. That’s the choice.” So I agreed. I ended up finding 4 for each of them. But I spent the entire time in bed searching for songs instead of watching TV. I did try to get another late night, but she said no, I had until Saturday to find them, so I shouldn’t have done it all that night. I will ask Miss Adira if I’m allowed to post my song choices and put them in a blog if she agrees.

Anyway I hope October will be a better month, I will try very hard to follow the rules fully, and most importantly, not upset Daddy like I had again.