To see how I got myself into this mess, see A treat for my 20th ride and maybe even Miss Purrfect's Self Isolation Female Task Game.
Maybe you could see if you can beat my score ?
Until Wednesday, I had myself a Mistress, with Miss Purrfect whispering evil things in my ear that despite the fact they were at my own expense... Next thing I know, Mistress and Miss Purrfect are talking to each other...
I figured this thing has already massively outgrown my tale about riding my bike with a dildo inside me, so I'd move whatever happens from here to an ongoing blog. I have no idea how long I'm in this mess... forever, probably. That's how long it's going to take me to have ten orgasms donated to Miss J, an acquaintance of Mistress' who's been allowed two orgasms since 2014...
I get her ten, she gets one.. But there's a problem, because Miss Purrfect wanted to steal my orgasms for herself, and so does Mistress. And Mistress' partner. So there's a wheel on wheeldecide. My two Dommes have four slots each. Mistress' partner has three. Miss J has two and I have one... There's another wheel too, with various punishments and humiliations on it. Mistress says every time she spins my orgasm wheel, she spins the other wheel too!!
Wednesday, my husband left home to start his run right up to one of the northernmost parts of Scotland and he knew he'd be away Wednesday and Thursday nights, and as it turns out he's away tonight as well. So to "help" me resist the urge to touch myself, he tried Dr Optokon's trick of painting my clit with nail polish.
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Later on, while I was stinging and praying for the evil stuff to harden so it could start to flake off, Mistress spun my wheel to allocate another of the seven orgasms I've earned so far from my husband. My third orgasm was won by Mistress, and at the expense of me having to wear the red dog collar on my neck and the smaller red collars around my breasts that The King had me buy for an earlier dare.
(The first orgasm went to Miss Purrfect and I had to spend the day applying my nipple clamps. A roll of my die determined that had to be for five 30 minute periods. The second went to Mistress' partner and the cost to me was that I could not touch myself for a week. I asked if my husband could touch me and Mistress flipped a coin for it. I'm permanently tails, as befits my status. It was heads...)
Miss Purrfect was messaging me with a bunch of "whimsical ideas" one of those being if my husband and I were ever to sell out house, he fixes me naked to the For Sale sign like how he posted me out last week.
Then she was enjoying the idea of him showing people around our house while I was tied up naked somewhere they probably wouldn't see me, but what if...
Then she came up with the idea of me body-painted like a statue, bent over with a table resting on my back, make me have to be a garden feature!!!
Then she told me she had an interesting dare for me and gave me 3 guesses, suggesting I lose an item of clothing for each wrong guess. Unfortunately, I was only wearing three items of clothing, but my child was home with me.
My only clue was that it's something "I've already shown appreciation for in my blogs".
Long story short, I guessed wrong and now I owe her some forfeit. After losing my panties for the first wrong guess, my second punishment was to go to a window and press my bare breasts against the glass. For 15 seconds. So I told Miss Purrfect that I had them on, and then she gave me the idea when lockdown is lifted in the UK to go to an engraving store and have a pendant engraved with "Owned by <my husband>" and tell them it's for his pet. Then when it's done, let my husband attach it to my collar in view of everyone in the store!!
There are builders next door but one... I pressed my breasts against an upstairs bedroom window but they didn't look up, but those fifteen seconds sure took their time!!!
Miss Purrfect was on a roll now with pet play ideas. "Lock all your sex toys away and buy fresh toys to replace them all. Looking at squeaky toys to potentially get yourself off with would be very humiliating."
OMG... But she had more...
"You can also strip for your husband and get him to play fetch with you in the garden. Keep chasing and retrieving things he throws. You can also look to using dog toys as a gag. Make you hold a bone toy or something in your mouth for a period of time making you drool down your tits.
"Also, placing a stake into the floor and tying you to it so you can only go so far in the garden. Maybe he could build you a shelter so your neighbors can't see your humiliation in the day. Leave you outside naked. With you risking to leave your shelter under fear of being caught."
Oh. My. God!!!!
Anyway, I got all three guesses what her task would be wrong. It actually related to my cycling, and to painting my body as if I was wearing cycling lycra and going for a ride naked!
She even suggested I cut up parts of leggings so I have some actual material in parts, but the important bits are exposed!!!
Since I guessed wrong, I had to leave my panties off, but I did get the generous offer of getting to stuff them into my pussy... what kind of slut would take her up on that???
Oh my god, it felt to filthy having them in me like that, but since I couldn't touch it was the only thing I could think of to distract my mind from my burning clit.
If they dropped out I had to pick them up and suck them for two minutes before putting them back in. So I had to move very, very carefully for the rest of the day...
But Miss Purrfect wasn't done. Her imagination was running away with her.
"I was just thinking if a pole was fashioned to stand upright on the centre of a normal chair. To put your legs either side of, would be a fantastic torture device if it rubbed on your pussy all day! Maybe if it was triangular so the point rubs against your pussy as you were to sit would be very intense!"
I had to remind her again that I have my little one at home with me during lockdown but she should open her own office.
"A BDSM work-from-home centre where dirty bitches go to work from home and get dominated all day. Contraptions everywhere, fuck machine whirring away as a person sits trying to type emails, powerless to control any settings as the person behind the scenes does whatever they want. Imagine all the happy females coming back to their partners after just another day in the office, oblivious to the day they have just had.
"Maybe they could opt to have it filmed and either uploaded immediately as a live stream on a website. Or they can take away a digital file if they want to gift someone for a present. Maybe you could sign up for a shift and you never know when you are required to work that shift and people could be collected, stripped and prepped for work all of a sudden.
"You don't get your clothes back, but you'd return home in your BDSM uniform, whatever I decide is the official work appropriate uniform."
"Maybe you should get a T-shirt and cut boob holes in them and then pull your tits through. All day long you can have your udders out. You could also wear a cardigan with it to cover and save some dignity."
It was around this point, with me extremely wet and desperate to touch myself, that Mistress threw the curveball that she and Miss Purrfect had been talking together...
Maybe you could see if you can beat my score ?
Until Wednesday, I had myself a Mistress, with Miss Purrfect whispering evil things in my ear that despite the fact they were at my own expense... Next thing I know, Mistress and Miss Purrfect are talking to each other...
I figured this thing has already massively outgrown my tale about riding my bike with a dildo inside me, so I'd move whatever happens from here to an ongoing blog. I have no idea how long I'm in this mess... forever, probably. That's how long it's going to take me to have ten orgasms donated to Miss J, an acquaintance of Mistress' who's been allowed two orgasms since 2014...
I get her ten, she gets one.. But there's a problem, because Miss Purrfect wanted to steal my orgasms for herself, and so does Mistress. And Mistress' partner. So there's a wheel on wheeldecide. My two Dommes have four slots each. Mistress' partner has three. Miss J has two and I have one... There's another wheel too, with various punishments and humiliations on it. Mistress says every time she spins my orgasm wheel, she spins the other wheel too!!
Wednesday, my husband left home to start his run right up to one of the northernmost parts of Scotland and he knew he'd be away Wednesday and Thursday nights, and as it turns out he's away tonight as well. So to "help" me resist the urge to touch myself, he tried Dr Optokon's trick of painting my clit with nail polish.
O
U
C
H
Later on, while I was stinging and praying for the evil stuff to harden so it could start to flake off, Mistress spun my wheel to allocate another of the seven orgasms I've earned so far from my husband. My third orgasm was won by Mistress, and at the expense of me having to wear the red dog collar on my neck and the smaller red collars around my breasts that The King had me buy for an earlier dare.
(The first orgasm went to Miss Purrfect and I had to spend the day applying my nipple clamps. A roll of my die determined that had to be for five 30 minute periods. The second went to Mistress' partner and the cost to me was that I could not touch myself for a week. I asked if my husband could touch me and Mistress flipped a coin for it. I'm permanently tails, as befits my status. It was heads...)
Miss Purrfect was messaging me with a bunch of "whimsical ideas" one of those being if my husband and I were ever to sell out house, he fixes me naked to the For Sale sign like how he posted me out last week.
Then she was enjoying the idea of him showing people around our house while I was tied up naked somewhere they probably wouldn't see me, but what if...
Then she came up with the idea of me body-painted like a statue, bent over with a table resting on my back, make me have to be a garden feature!!!
Then she told me she had an interesting dare for me and gave me 3 guesses, suggesting I lose an item of clothing for each wrong guess. Unfortunately, I was only wearing three items of clothing, but my child was home with me.
My only clue was that it's something "I've already shown appreciation for in my blogs".
Long story short, I guessed wrong and now I owe her some forfeit. After losing my panties for the first wrong guess, my second punishment was to go to a window and press my bare breasts against the glass. For 15 seconds. So I told Miss Purrfect that I had them on, and then she gave me the idea when lockdown is lifted in the UK to go to an engraving store and have a pendant engraved with "Owned by <my husband>" and tell them it's for his pet. Then when it's done, let my husband attach it to my collar in view of everyone in the store!!
There are builders next door but one... I pressed my breasts against an upstairs bedroom window but they didn't look up, but those fifteen seconds sure took their time!!!
Miss Purrfect was on a roll now with pet play ideas. "Lock all your sex toys away and buy fresh toys to replace them all. Looking at squeaky toys to potentially get yourself off with would be very humiliating."
OMG... But she had more...
"You can also strip for your husband and get him to play fetch with you in the garden. Keep chasing and retrieving things he throws. You can also look to using dog toys as a gag. Make you hold a bone toy or something in your mouth for a period of time making you drool down your tits.
"Also, placing a stake into the floor and tying you to it so you can only go so far in the garden. Maybe he could build you a shelter so your neighbors can't see your humiliation in the day. Leave you outside naked. With you risking to leave your shelter under fear of being caught."
Oh. My. God!!!!
Anyway, I got all three guesses what her task would be wrong. It actually related to my cycling, and to painting my body as if I was wearing cycling lycra and going for a ride naked!
She even suggested I cut up parts of leggings so I have some actual material in parts, but the important bits are exposed!!!
Since I guessed wrong, I had to leave my panties off, but I did get the generous offer of getting to stuff them into my pussy... what kind of slut would take her up on that???
Oh my god, it felt to filthy having them in me like that, but since I couldn't touch it was the only thing I could think of to distract my mind from my burning clit.
If they dropped out I had to pick them up and suck them for two minutes before putting them back in. So I had to move very, very carefully for the rest of the day...
But Miss Purrfect wasn't done. Her imagination was running away with her.
"I was just thinking if a pole was fashioned to stand upright on the centre of a normal chair. To put your legs either side of, would be a fantastic torture device if it rubbed on your pussy all day! Maybe if it was triangular so the point rubs against your pussy as you were to sit would be very intense!"
I had to remind her again that I have my little one at home with me during lockdown but she should open her own office.
"A BDSM work-from-home centre where dirty bitches go to work from home and get dominated all day. Contraptions everywhere, fuck machine whirring away as a person sits trying to type emails, powerless to control any settings as the person behind the scenes does whatever they want. Imagine all the happy females coming back to their partners after just another day in the office, oblivious to the day they have just had.
"Maybe they could opt to have it filmed and either uploaded immediately as a live stream on a website. Or they can take away a digital file if they want to gift someone for a present. Maybe you could sign up for a shift and you never know when you are required to work that shift and people could be collected, stripped and prepped for work all of a sudden.
"You don't get your clothes back, but you'd return home in your BDSM uniform, whatever I decide is the official work appropriate uniform."
"Maybe you should get a T-shirt and cut boob holes in them and then pull your tits through. All day long you can have your udders out. You could also wear a cardigan with it to cover and save some dignity."
It was around this point, with me extremely wet and desperate to touch myself, that Mistress threw the curveball that she and Miss Purrfect had been talking together...
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