So it wasn't until she had finished reading yesterday morning's blog, and it's concluding remarks about trimming the product of Saturday's "bamboo harvest", as as languorously lapped at her clean shaven folds, that she realized that things might not go according to her Sunday morning plans.
But she was a co-operative, if reluctant, little subbie as I locked those red leather wrist cuffs on her and linked them in front.
"You really have a bamboo rod?"
"Of course, Mistress..... we need to test this for our curious readers, don't we?"
She seemed a bit taken a back at the prospect, but allowed me to elad her into the sullen teen's room, with the larger bed and it's more convenient attachment points.
I waited until after I had her hands fixed overhead, and her legs spread and bound to the corners of the bed, a nice soft pillow under her belly, before I unveiled my new "tool".
It's thin, about 4 feet long, firm, and whippy.
A little scary actually, for someone who's been on the other end of a riding crop or hair brush on more than a few occasions.
"You're not really going to use that on me, Slave?!"
Don't worry, Mistress, I'll be relatively gentle. (As Sin alluded to yesterday, there is a certain deterrent, when only one day of the week is your switch day).
To warm Mistress up before her "punishment", I plugged in Mistress's faithful Hitachi. I figured it would get her juices flowing and make her realize that there was a bright light at the end of the "torture" tunnel for her.
Clever psychology, huh?
I was surprised that within about 30 seconds after I thumbed it on and pressed it between those spread thighs that she was already asking for permission to cum.
"Of course not Mistress.... that will be your reward.... we need to try out the new tool first....."
She whined when I turned off her power tool, replacing it with my questing fingers.
The little slut was already very wet.
So it seemed like a good time to begin our experiment.
I picked up the rod.
She looked away.
I rubbed it gently across her ass, between her legs.
She squirmed delightfully.
"Just get on with it, Slave....."
Oh, she is a brave one, isn't she.
The rod is really too long for this sort of close quarters drill. Maybe if she was suspended in a door frame, or in our basement?
So I "choked up", giving myself about 2.5 feet of length.
And truth be told, I only used a little flick of my wrist on that luscious bottom of hers.
Mistress squirmed, and then cried out with even a slight increase in the force applied.
"That thing hurts, Slave...."
I've no doubt about it. Much more ouchy than the riding crop. Clearly for advanced punishment junkies.
And there was an interesting effect.
At first, Mistress's ass appeared relatively unmarked. Here is the first "after" photo I took, with just a tad color enhancement. There was just a bit of a red glow.
I put the rod aside, to her gratitude. Then it was "reward" time. I reached for the hitachi, and thrust it where she likes it, hard against those clean shaven folds, allowing her to squirm to her hearts content against it. I loved the way her ass and thigh muscles flexed and tightened as she built herself up to the edge.....
Soon she was begging for permission to cum. But then I noticed it. Maybe it was the flexing, or it could have just been a matter of time, but her lovely cheeks now were showing the bright red marks of the cane.
"Sorry, Mistress", I said as I pulled the Hitachi away....
"That is so mean.......", she seemed a little frustrated. I had disrupted her rhythm.
"But I need to get one more photo for our readers, Mistress."
"Fuck the readers....."
She was sounding a little Rupert Murdock there wasn't she?
But I got my photo, which clearly shows the "beneficial" effects of our home grown bamboo, doesn't it?
So, where were we..... Yes, of course..... I put the camera down and reached for the hitachi once again, much to Mistress's relief. Soon she was back in rhythm again, begging for permission, which I generously granted.
The result seemed to be a rather earth shattering, wake me, shake me, sort of release for Mistress.
I let her bask in the after glow for a while, pulling the hitachi away at her request. There was plenty of time left for Slave to claim his "reward", and of course Mistress was going no where.
"I may have to burn this rod, now Mistress...."
"Why Slave?" she mumbled into her pillow.....
"I'm not sure I want it to fall into the wrong hands when switch day is over....."
