Back on the air

We have finally got internet access back. I've been fed-up with going online from internet cafes, and not daring to check out how my kink blog is going.

Cupid and I are back to separate rooms, which is a blessing in some ways. I now have a space which is MINE, which he kneels down when he enters. And I have much more understanding housemates than before. I have enough room to store my various outfits and props and toys. He has the freedom of not being under his Lady's thumb all week, which was getting a bit irksome for him.
And the mystique is creeping back. Little things like him not knowing what I'm wearing underneath, because he didn't see me getting dressed this morning.

This evening, I have a surprise for him. I've just got my hair dyed, and with the leftover dye I drew a heart-shape into my muff. He has three guesses, two of which he's used - my fancy red knickers and my scorpion nipple-jewellery were the first two. There's a forfeit if he doesn't get it right on the next guess. I bet he won't.

I haven't decided what the forfeit is yet.

I promised to update on how the spankings to make me stop apologising were going . They worked pretty well, and brought out Cupid's inner dom more than I expected. He seemed to get into the idea of giving me a quick scene - five minutes over his knee - at bedtime, or extending it if he wanted to play for longer. I took to going up to bed first, and waiting, with the collar on, reading till he came up, like an obedient sub. Then he'd question me closely about the number we were on, and I'd have forgotten, guess, argue with the increase he said, and try to minx my way out of punishment. I'm very bad at being a good sub, I'm very disobedient, but it's probably handy for Cupid to have a good reason to punish me.

Also, we improvised a new toy. There was one spatula in the kitchen of his old house that was much more solid and square that the normal ones, which tend to have round corners and be quite flexible. While we were washing up once, I got it out and whacked Cupid's bum with it, saying 'Look! A pervertible!'

Later, when I'd been naughty and was being punished, I was cheekier than usual, and Cupid left me and went downstairs. I lay there thinking 'Oh shit, I'm going to get the ICE,' which is my least favourite punishment. He came back up with the spatula instead, which was a big relief. At least until he started spanking me with it.

In a couple of days we're going out clubbing. I've suggested, like the SAM (Smart-Arse Masochist) I am, that Cupid gets to dictate what I wear, right down to the skin. He's not a big fan of detailed clothes-analysis like I am, so I suggested he could just say which bits he wanted on show, and I'd work it out from there. The collar is a given, naturally, and the lead that goes with it. I'm already a little kinked about wearing those on the way into town. Once we're at the venue, no one will be at all shocked, but I LIKE the idea that a lot of people I don't know can see how much I love submitting to Cupid.

Anyway, it's late and I ought to be in bed. I'll post more soon.