Oh what a night!

When I came home from work last night, I intended to pour myself a cocktail and settle in for a nice, relaxing Friday night.  Mistress K. had other ideas about how my night was going to go. 

She said, "Here's what you will be doing tonight" .....................  She went on to explain how I was going to be her driver and deliver her to a friends house because there was going to be several women there for "happy hour", and she had decided she was going.  Then she said that after I delivered her to her party, I would then be gathering and shuttling kids to place across town for them to have an evening for themselves.  The kids would be at this place until 10pm, at which point they would be picked up and returned by the parents of one of the other kids.  After delivering the kids, I was return home and prepare myself for the return of Mistress from the party at around 8pm. After properly preparing myself, I was to drive to the party, naked under my loose clothes, and pick her up.  She would have been drinking and would be in no condition to drive.  By prepare myself, she meant be ready (and more importantly able) to give her multiple orgasms that evening.  I also knew it meant that I must be clean, clean-smelling, clean-shaved (face, cock, balls and ass) and to be prepared for whatever sexual adventure Mistress K. was in the mood for when I came to pick her up from the party. 

By this time, was fully immersed in subspace.  The very idea that I was to do these tasks, then to prepare myself like a slut-in-waiting for Mistress to return from drinking with her friends, and to be prepared for sexually pleasuring her in a yet-to-be-determined fashion, was the reason why I was in subspace. 

I'm not going to go into the intimate details of our play last evening because I don't want to cheapen how emotionally important it was to us.  I will tell you that I have never been as deep in subspace, as deep in love and as much in awe of the Goddess that owns me as I was last night.

However, the second we walked into the empty house and the second I was in my required naked condition, and present before Mistress K., she did feel the overwhelming desire to do this to me .............

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The stated reason she did this to me was "because I want to.  Because at this moment, it brings me pleasure to she you be inflicted with a little pain"

She used someone she has never used on me before for a spanking.  This wooden spoon ........

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She's used a wooden spoon on me before.  But not this particular wooden spoon.  And it hurt like FUCK!!!  I don't if it was the spoon itself, or more the fact that Mistress K. was a little drunk and therefore a tiny bit sadistic, but it hurt like FUCK!  The more I whimpered, the more pleasure she was getting from what she was doing.  The picture doesn't show it, but the marks she was leaving were the kind that red all around and white in the middle.  You know, the kind that really, really hurt?

What an incredible night.  The amount of orgasms obtained were plenty.  The actual amount unknown for Mistress.  For me, it was zero.  I thoroughly enjoyed being the one that was expected to be sex ready when Mistress came home from drinking with friends.  I enjoyed how it made me feel like her slut-in-waiting.  After it was all over and it was time for bed, I asked Mistress if I could keep wearing my butt plug overnight while I slept.  She said yes.  I was hopeful that it would inspire vivid sex dreams ... I wasn't at all disappointed.  I'll try and post about some of those later.