The punishment week continues...

Continuing on from where my last blog left off, with my week of punishment.

During the week, I had to go away with work for a few days – a combination of a couple of training days and some meetings with key contacts at our other offices, as I was in the region of those offices for my training days.

Master J kindly offered to pack for me, isn’t he sweet!? Well actually he told me he was going to pack for me, as a continuation of my “week of punishment”. So the day before I left he told me to gather together all my key non-clothing essentials, as being a guy he wouldn’t have a clue what to pack for me in the way of toiletries with my vast array of face creams, perfumes and body washes! Lol.

But frankly I knew the chance of him packing me a selection of smart trouser suits was somewhere between slim and none, and slim was just about heading out the door.

Although, saying that, the D/s relationship is based upon a high level of trust, so I did trust him not to go too outrageously slutty as he was well aware it was a work trip, and he wouldn’t put my job, career, or livelihood at risk in any significant way.

So my small suitcase was packed, and as I got up on the Wednesday ready to go catch my train, I had no idea what was in it, and I had been instructed not to open it until arriving at my destination hotel.

He also picked my outfit for the trip, as he had picked all my outfits for the week. So my outfit for the train consisted of a very short skirt, sexy silky blouse, stockings, heels, and no underwear. And my punishment task for the journey was to sit cross-legged for as much of the three hour journey as I could, which would mean revealing a little bit of stocking top or glimpse of thigh for the majority of the three hours. I did have to be a bit careful though, as I was with a male work colleague for the trip.

Upon arriving, we headed straight to the offices where our training was, as we weren’t checking into the hotel until the evening after our day of training had been completed. So I spent the day flashing as much leg as possible as often as possible, as instructed, and I also spent the day wondering what was in my suitcase, as I still had no idea.

Finally arriving at the hotel around 5.30 in the evening, after a day of garnishing a lot of male attention, which was the desired effect Master J had wanted for me, I got up to my twin room, which I had to myself, and opened my suitcase, eagerly, yet worriedly, wondering what was inside.

I opened it to find a note of tasks and instructions from J, and what I immediately noticed had been packed was a major chunk of our sexy toys, including my benwa balls, a large vibrator, a smaller vibrator, my butt plug, 2 pairs of my nipple clamps/jewellery, and a leather and silver collar/choker item of jewellery. What I noticed hadn’t been packed was any nightwear whatsoever, and the only item of underwear in there (other than a selection of stockings and suspender – or garter – belts) was a very skimpy lacy, sheer g-string. Clothing-wise he had packed a small selection of sexy and revealing, yet still smart, clothing.

The note basically gave me an itinerary of what I should do, wear, and what toys I should use and when over the next two days. I was to sleep naked in nothing but the collar, I was to get ample toy usage in the hotel, I was to wear nipple clamps and benwa balls for the whole of Thursday, and also take my smaller vibrator with me for some daytime usage, and I was to wear nipple clamps on Friday, and also wear my butt-plug for a short period of the morning. Also during the evening meals on Wednesday and Thursday I was to insert my small vibrator whilst out, and make myself cum whilst sat at the table, just by moving my legs under the table. And as for the g-string – I could wear it for two hours during the whole trip, the timing being at my own discretion.

Wednesday evening I went out with my colleague, wearing my specified outfit – a short black wrapover dress, with fishnet stockings and 5 inch high heels. I inserted my vibrator as requested – just to explain this one, J likes to make sure I remain quite “tight” in this area, and due to this, I can, and he likes me to, hold a vibrator inside me while doing normal activities. It isn’t overly difficult to start off with, but gets more difficult the longer it stays in, for obvious reasons! Lol. I also decided to wear my panties for two hours of the evening, although using up this privilege so early on my trip possibly was a mistake, looking back now.

On Thursday I did all my tasks as requested, wearing a short skirt suit, with seamed stockings, and wearing my benwa balls and nipple clamps as instructed. But it was Thursday night when there came a twist in the tale. My colleague was supposed to be leaving Thursday evening, as he was just there for the training, whilst I had extra meetings on the Friday. However, a change in plans meant he ended up staying as he’d now been asked to attend a meeting on the Friday. The twist was, we went down to book him a room for an extra night, but the hotel was fully booked, as were two or three nearby hotels that we tried. It was a busy area of London after all.

As I stated earlier, I had a twin room, so the lady at the front desk posed the question, “can’t the two of you share a room?”. Without a valid reason to say no to that, he ended up sharing my room with me that night - different beds of course! But that did pose a problem, as I didn’t have anything to sleep in but my birthday suit. I rang Master J to tell him the situation and ask him what I should do, and I could almost hear his grin over the phone as I knew he was chuckling on the inside. The start of a new task for me – I was to tell him that I’d brought nothing to sleep in, and ask to borrow something to spare my blushes. I did as instructed, despite it being an incredibly embarrassing moment for me – telling my friend and colleague that I liked to sleep naked, and that I hadn’t brought anything to sleep in, and asking to borrow a shirt. The look on his face was priceless, equal parts turned on, shocked, and amused. It was at this point I wished I hadn’t used up my two hours of underwear time already, as he offered me one of his casual shirts, which was slightly snug across the chest and only just covered my most intimate parts, although the gap below the bottom button meant I actually had to hold it shut to cover myself properly.

So I slept in that shirt, with my leather collar/choker on, and still had to complete my task of half hour with the big vibrator in bed. I tried to be discreet, and I waited until I thought he was asleep before I started, and I really hope he didn’t notice.

Friday came and I packed my bag, as discreetly as possible again, and headed off to my meetings, with my nipple clamps on again, and my butt plug at the ready to insert during the morning. I’ve always thought that the public wearing of a butt plug is an ultimate submissive feeling, as I sit delicately, perched on a chair, my thoughts firmly with my master as I try and act as normal as possible. It was another smart but minimalist outfit with leg and cleavage on show, this time the skirt was less short, but had a very revealing front leg split.

But I think in terms of tasks that make me feel most submissive, that my Thursday evening embarrassment may be right up there with any butt plug related task now. But I think our room sharing secret is safe, as we agreed not to mention it to anybody, in particular his wife! But it depends if the bragging rights of seeing a little too much of my exposed flesh is too much for him to resist around the office. I guess we’ll wait and see on that one.

And finally home on Friday afternoon. I saw J on Friday night, and he made sure I made an extra effort to catch up on my blow job duties, before the night was through and we’d clean the slate of any outstanding owings. It was also an evening of nipple play and torture to end my week of punishment. I would go into that in more detail, but nipple play and in particular the unusual use of dental floss is enough to make a whole blog unto itself, so maybe another time.

Take care everybody,

Blogslut xx