As announced earlier, it was finally that wonderful time when my Mistress came by to visit! I had to most amazing days, being able to walk around with my Owner by my side, it really makes the whole world look more pretty. And besides walking around there was a whole lot of kink involved as well. I might even have been allowed out of chastity during Locktober for some of it, I am a very lucky fucktoy. It was just the most amazing long weekend, and even though it has only been days it feels like months ago already and I am so incredibly eager again already to see my Mistress again. However, for this blog, I will reminisce about one of the fun activities from those days while my Mistress was here.

It was still quite early in the morning on a Sunday, some hot morning grinding had already been finished and it was time to have something to drink and to eat. I had put on a skimpy outfit to tease my Mistress with as a fun “look I am ready to go out – wink”, but gosh that did not exactly work out as intended since, well, I ended up with barely any clothes underneath my coat and found myself outside all the sudden, on-route to the Starbucks nearby. Hard to go wrong with some embarrassment in the morning, but I had quite the pair of deep red cheeks, and not because it was cold outside.

Having secured something nice to eat and drink it was time to head back and upon arriving I was hoping to be allowed the nice semi-croissant/bun/sandwich my Mistress had very kindly bought for me. However, I did have to ask for both my food and drink using hand signals, full sentences. Now hand signals is something that my Mistress has introduced a while ago already, where instead of words we get to communicate in simple hand signals, not sign language as it exists already (counter-intuitively, or perhaps logically, with a lot of different versions too), but our own one – at least I think so. But these signals are not something we use that much due to the distance and it just being a little easier to text rather than making videos of hand signals, so I needed to get caught up on them beforehand. I had written it down on my to-do stick-note as well with things I needed to do before my Mistress would arrive, “practice hand signals” next to “practice positions”. Somehow I only ended up going through the positions though.

So, long story short I was in no way able to use my hand signals to ask for breakfast and my Mistress offered assistance at the price of 20 whip hits a hint, thus… I ended up with 80 whip strikes. This was a new whip too, bought the evening prior, and goodness did it hit hard, like a bullwhip with a lot less striking range but still an intense impact. I ended up crying and screaming into a pillow after 20 hits or so already and suffered through a few more, but then I got some lovely cuddles and encouraging words whispered into my ear. Not that this meant the end of getting hurt, I did get quite a few not-so-hard smacks that were very generous, but then the hard hits returned and the pillow had to endure more screaming and tears. Afterward, I did receive some lovely aftercare, softly sobbing in my Mistress Her arms is a lovely feeling with my head deep into sub-space.

And you know what, I did end up with the food and even some coffee in the end without studying for my test, is that not the moral of the story here? Admittedly, it was not as during a nice beer in a pub that same evening there was yet another test, which ended with me getting my face smacked hard out in public a few times with every wrong answer, deep red cheeks again but now not just from blushing.