Driving back home yesterday, after a few days of not being dominated by Goddess, I found myself wondering what our relationship would be like. Did She still want me to serve Her as a slave? She had not dominated me by text while I was away, so perhaps not.
I got home at around 6.30 and it was great to see Goddess and the girls again. The kids were having their dinner, and I noticed the sink was completely full of dirty dishes from their dinner, and the dishwasher still full of the day’s wash. Clearly, Goddess had left it all for me to deal with. I deduced I was still Her slave.
I still had a bit of a cold, and told Goddess how bad I had been feeling, but after we put the kids to bed, I presented myself in the usual way, thinking that Goddess might forgive me of my discipline strokes due to my illness, but She did not.
She gave me six hard stokes of the steel cane, commenting that my butt had not seen anything for a few days. They really hurt quite a bit.
When She had finished giving me the six, She stood their with the steel cane in Her hand, and said “I am going to give you one more, hard, punishment stroke, just to remind you how hard punishment strokes are, so that you remember to be good.” And She brought the steel cane crashing down. So that confirmed matters – I am back where I belong – under Her.
Last Saturday night Goddess and I went out for a drink with Amanda, one of Her girl friends, a sexy young lady that Goddess works and is quite friendly with. We went to the pub for a few drinks, and then to the table dancing club. Everybody got quite tipsy and a good time was had by all. Whilst I was the perfect gentleman all evening, paying for wine and champagne and taking care of the ladies, I did not actually communicate my submission to Amanda.