She Can See The Keys, Hear Their Teasing Jingle, Grab Them Through Her Gloved Hands, But Cannot Use Them.

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Absolutely Perfect

N and p and L and barry (Part 1)

[First instalment of my account of L's visit on Wednesday and Thursday of this week]

Barry is funny. L wasn’t kidding when she said he was nervous. OMG! In the restaurant at lunch he spilt water on the table, accidentally poured far too much pepper on his lunch and dropped salad all over the floor. Mucky pup.

I pretended to be annoyed on L's behalf and told him that if he wasn’t more careful, L would make him get down and eat his discarded lettuce off the floor. She hadn't actually said anything about that and I'm sure she had no intention of doing it, but he still apologised profusely to both of us.

Walking back to my place (Ladies in front, boys three steps behind) I waited until we were on a quiet stretch of road, then said, quite loudly, to L:

“So L, when we get in, shall we have the boys strip for action?”

“I think so”, she replied, equally loudly, “And put their collars on”. We looked back, grinning, mainly at Barry. We were just in time to see his head turn into a ripe tomato. I should add that he smiled back at us, so he was clearly excited as well as embarrassed. p was smiling too, no doubt at Barry’s reaction.

As soon as we got in and closed the door behind us, I told both boys to strip off, put their clothes in the top of the hall cupboard and then join me and L in my living room on hands and knees.  We flounced off and sat on my sofa, leaving the door open so we could still just about see them changing.  

Barry was ready first, but started waiting for p instead of coming straight in. I pointed this out to L, who called out to him to hurry. The sound of His Mistress’s voice had an immediate effect. He stopped waiting for p, dropped to the floor and came scurrying in to L like a giant insect with a big red head.

“Good boy!” said L, reaching forward to attach his collar, which wasn’t a fancy metal one like p’s, but an old style leather one with studs. I don’t know if she tied it too tight, but his face stayed red after that. p came in shortly afterwards, padding along like a faithful old hound and holding his head up for me to lock on his own, far more shiny and stylish collar.

“Now”, announced L, “N has suggested that we should let you two out of your chastity devices. Do you think you will be able to control yourself, Barry?”

Barry assured L that he would and she reached in her purse and pulled out the key to unlock him. I gave p a little kick in the side and asked him if he would be able to control himself too. Naturally, he assured me he would and I took his key off my bracelet and unlocked him.

Both cocks looked all squashed up and sad when they were first released, like a couple of little animals in hibernation. It was okay. I knew they would soon wake up. I held my right foot out for p to kiss and thank me for his release. I saw Barry looking out of the corner of his eye.

L flashed her dark eyes at him and gave him the gentlest of slaps. I have to say this for L, she does have beautiful eyes. I always think she looks a bit Spanish. She poked out her podgy foot and Barry kissed it, apologetically. She looked across at me and smiled. She was doing well and I was proud of her.

“When did he last come?” I asked, in my usual, bashful way. L looked at Barry for the answer. She really seem to control him with those eyes.

“Sunday 26 May” he volunteered, immediately. Boys always know exactly. He probably could have given me the time, too.

“Oh, quite recently then”, I teased. “He’s not due for a release for ages”. Barry looked to L in alarm, but she just stared back at him as if to say “What?”

“I hope you’ve not been secretly wanking again,” I added. Now there was panic in his eyes. Again, he looked to L, who just looked back as if to say “Well, have you?”

“Honestly, L, I’ve not, I wouldn’t, I learned my lesson –“ he jabbered. L laughed.

“Don’t panic, pet, N is only teasing”.

L asked me the same question about p. I gestured to him to answer her.  

“Friday, 24 May”.

“So he won’t be coming for a while either, will he?" I commented. "Now what shall we play first?”

“How about ’horsey’?” suggested L, much to my surprise. This must be something she likes doing with Barry, because she didn’t get it off me. .It’s not something I have done much with p because he is bony and not very comfortable to ride. He is also prone to back pain. Still, one must defer to guests, so I agreed. Except that I suggested we swop slaves!

Barry is quite broad and squat and makes quite a good horse. The sight of p, straining under Big L, however, was something else! If he thought he had back pain before, it was nothing compared to what he must have now. I suppose I shouldn’t laugh, but what the hell? I am a cruel, imperious Mistress and my slave is there to suffer for my amusement (and all that).

In fairness, p made a valiant effort – he always does his best, bless him – but L was just too heavy. I thought she was going to break his spine. She used her crop on him – yes, she brought her own – but she was flogging a dead slave. Meanwhile, Barry was ferrying me around the living room like an elephant carrying a little boy. I gave him a few strokes of the crop, but it wasn’t really necessary, he was quite speedy.

I enjoyed it much more than I thought I would, even after we changed ends at half-time and I took my turn on p, who was sagging in the middle and a bit puffed out. He did recover, though, especially after a few liveners across the rump and Barry wasn’t quite so sprightly carrying his own Mistress around. L obviously liked this as both horse and rider worked very well together.

We tried a few variations of this game before we finally decided to rest the horses, the best one probably where we laid biscuits (Oreos) down on the floor and the boys had to find and eat them as we went round. Obvs Barry and L won hands down, though I suspect L may have helped out with the biscuit consumption.

Barry’s reward was to kiss our arses; p’s penalty was a kick in the nuts (or rather several). Barefoot, not shod, as I own those nuts. L declined to participate, though she agreed to give him half a dozen strokes of the crop instead. I made sure he expressed his undying gratitude for both.

N x

[End of Part 1]

[Top and bottom pics from Men are Slaves, middle from Goddess Kitra.com]

"I wouldn't worry about making it to the bathroom, sweetie, because there isn't one. There's a ladies room, and there's a changing room for the guys. your bathroom is around your waist, and believe me, I'll be getting the waitresses to check, every time one of them goes past."

So I’m going to start with you

mommy’s rules for weekend party

She tells you you have 20 sissy baby rules for the party weekend. She has you write them down on paper with a crayon.

The Rules:

Rule 1 -Your pacifier must remain in your mouth, it can only be removed by a Daddy or Mommy. No speaking unless spoken to

Rule 2- No touching your diaper or anything inside it.

Rule 3- You will wear and use your pink diapers at all times. Only a Mommy or a Daddy May remove.

Rule 4- You must refer to everyone as Mommy, Mistress, Nanny or Daddy.

Rule 5- When spoken to, you will reply with, "Yes Mommy or Yes Daddy"

Rule 6- You will ask permission for everything.

Rule 7- You will never leave the nursery unless a Mommy or a Daddy says you can.

Rule 8- You will never disobey or disrespect a Mommy or a Daddy.

Rule 9- You will always follow Mommy's orders and do exactly what Mommy says.

Rule 10- You will obey Mommy's every command without hesitation or question.

Rule 11- You will never hide from a Mommy or a Daddy.

Rule 12- A Mommy or a Daddy may make new rules or add on to existing ones at anytime.

Rule 13- A Mommy or a Daddy can remove or add an article of clothing or accessory from your sissy body for any reason.

Rule 14- If a Mommy or a Daddy catches you in the act of breaking one of the above rules, the punishment will be decided by that individual.

Rule 15- Punishments can include spanking, time-out, public humiliation, enema, a phone text and pic to a co worker or whatever else a Mommy or a Daddy sees fit.

Rule 16- The punishment will be decided by a vote, whether or not the sissy has been a naughty sissy.

Rule 17- Sissies will always thank their Mommy or Daddy after every punishment, no matter how painful or humiliating.

Rule 18- Sissies will never talk about their punishment with anyone outside of the nursery, including the Mommy or Daddy that punished them.

Rule 19- Sissies must be grateful for every punishment they receive.

Rule 20- The Mommy or the Daddy may change or add any rule or punishment whenever they please.