6 months of service

Today we got a little bit back on track. I am still sleeping in our bed, I have no idea how long this will last but am thankful for each night.

I woke to the buzzing of my alarm and waited for him in the bathroom as usual, and once I was done servicing him went down to make him some breakfast.

He ate pretty quickly, and let me know that there wouldn’t be anybody around the house today so I was to remain nude. He talked a bit about the house and some tentative schedules on when it should be finished (him and his guys are doing the work). He told me how a few of the guys had questioned the cameras in the more private rooms, but when I asked him what he told them he just laughed. I’m sure this was done just to drive me crazy, I really can’t see him explaining the truth to all of them.

Before he left he pointed out that there was plenty of cleaning for me to do to keep busy until I heard from him with my writing assignment.

I spent pretty much all of the morning cleaning the house, which is actually really awkward without clothing.

He FaceTimed me about noon and ordered me up to our bathroom. Once I got in to the bathroom he told me to lay in the tub and clean myself out. I did as I was told and inserted the water into myself. It has been awhile now since I have had to do this and it was just as hard to hold in as it was the first time. Just four minutes in to then 15 I was begging him to let me release, about six minutes in I could hear other guys come in to his office. The cramping in my stomach was horrible, and I was thinking there was no way I could hold it, but with other people in the room I wasn’t able to ask permission again so I just got up and released the water.

He couldn’t say a word, but I could see in his face that I had messed up, then the phone disconnected.

I was pretty worried at that point, but managed to flush myself 2 more times as I was told before, neither of them did I manage the 15 minutes though.
I didn’t hear from him again until about two when he texted me telling me to grab a wooden spoon from the kitchen, put it between my teeth and wait with my knees on the 5th step and my forehead on 7th step, and to leave my phone on the table.

I did as I was told and waited, it was still several hours before he came home, and with no real idea of the tone it seemed like days.
Finally I could hear the garage door opening, I knew I was in for some trouble, but welcomed it at this point if it meant I would be getting off the stairs soon.

The garage door was closing as he opened the door to the house. My heart began to race as I could hear him behind me.

He reached over and pulled the spoon from my mouth and began to speak.

“How many minutes did you hold it the first time?”
7, I said.
“And the second?”
7, again
“And the third?”
8
“ how many are you suppose to hold it?”
15.
“Add how many minutes you failed”
23 minutes
He spread my legs apart and started tapping the spoon against my pussy.
“Count loud”
The spoon came up hard against my pussy and I shouted one.
This continued on, around 9 I had had enough that it was becoming hard to hold my position.
By fifteen I was fighting back the urge to crawl up the stairs and keep my legs open. I finally shouted out 23 and clamped my legs shut.
“Did I tell you that you could shut your legs?”
I didn’t say a word, just opened them back up quickly.
“Crawl up the stairs and lay across the ottoman”
I did as I was told, the pain between my legs making it more difficult
I reached the ottoman and bent over it as I was told.
He disappeared up the second set of stairs and returned a few moments later taking a seat behind me.
I felt the now familiar coolness as he began working the lube in to me.

He ordered me up and to straddle him. I did as I was told and he lined himself up, then gave me the order to sit.

It has been a bit now since he has been in my ass and he felt just as tight as the first time. I had a hard time lowering myself down, but finally managed.
As I was sitting on his lap he reached over to the arm of the couch and grabbed two nipple clamps, but these were different than the ones he had put on me before, they each had little balls attached to the ends.

He sucked each of my nipples hard in to his mouth, which I’m sure was supposed to be painful, but with the pain in my ass it wasn’t really felt much. He attached each clip to my nipple. These hurt much more than the previous ones as he put them on, and as he let go the pain got worse as the pulled my nipples.

He ordered my hands behind my head and for me to start riding him. I tried the best I could but it felt like the lube had disappeared and I was completely dry. As I rocked the balls would sway. It was hard to decide which one was hurting more.
He didn’t seem to happy with my attempt at a slow approach and put his hands on my hips and started guiding me obviously faster and harder.

This went on for what seemed like forever, the pain in my ass and nipples was soon accompanied by my thighs burning from holding the awkward position.

After he finally finished inside me he made me aware of how many times I had dropped my hands from behind my head and told me to crawl up to the bathroom.
I did as I was told and he followed me up. He began running the bath and left. He came back a few minutes later with three large bags of ice we keep in the downstairs deep freezer for his work coolers and dumped them in the tub. Once it was full he told me to climb in.
I did as he told me to very slowly. It didn’t seem to bad at first, but as I lowered my upper body it took my breath away.

He explained as I sat there that I needed to be more aware of his orders in the moment and make a better attempt at following through. He reminded me that the two weeks of easy punishments are over and that he would be disciplining me much harder.

I soaked for maybe forty five minutes, it became easier as the time went on and felt really good on my swollen pussy and ass.

Once he decided I had had enough he ordered me out but didn’t allow me to dry. He told me to wait on our bedroom floor in the humble position.

I did as I was told as he took his shower and got ready for bed. When he was done he sat in the chair and ordered me over his lap.

I guess the spanking I received earlier doesn’t take away from my nightly one.
He began spanking me as he has been doing for every night now then ordered me to edge myself.

I have become a bit better at this but not great. It still takes s lot of stopping and restarting for me to reach my fifteen minutes.

I finished successfully and was ordered in to the bed, I’m grateful that I’m not sleeping on the floor but was nowhere near tired.

I tossed and turned for awhile but eventually drifted off to sleep.

I just wanted to give a little update. We have had a few unexpected events happen that have kept me from being able to write much.

Last week a water pipe broke in our upstairs bathroom while neither of us where home, that has resulted in people in and out of our house, and not leaving a lot of privacy.

He actually had to pack up a lot of the spare room, due to the fact that they needed to get to a wall in that room.

He has been giving me a writing assignment everyday. These have been mostly geared toward me learning more about the dynamic and myself, and focusing on what aspects we would like to remove or add as we progress. We go over these assignments every night over dinner, usually with him asking me to clarify on some bits.

We have done a lot of talking about what we would like once this six months is over and how we would manage that once our lives become more hectic, and have come up with a lot of ideas.

I have been writing these assignments in a notebook, but I will be typing them up and hopefully posting them soon.

We have still been able to follow our normal morning routine, along with our nightly of him spanking, and then edging me. I have still yet to be able to orgasm, or get my collar back.

I did get to sleep in the bed with him most of this week, I think he allowed that because of the stress of having our house torn apart and so many people coming and going.

He did tell me he had a lot of plans for once things calmed back down, which shouldn’t be to far off as almost everything is back together. We did read over some of the rules, with him giving me the opportunity to change or add anything if I felt I needed to. The rules he read gave me a bit of insight as what is coming. These will be some big steps and will probably make for some interesting writing and a lot of mixed emotions.

Over these last two weeks I have really missed not being able to be as submerged in my role and although a bit nervous I am extremely excited.

I hope to find the time in the next day or two to update a bit more and respond to some messages.

I want to again thank everyone for all of their support, and I should be back to posting more often really soon.

My alarm woke me up pretty early and I had a really hard time forcing myself out of bed. Once I managed to push the covers off I stood at the edge, removed my clothes and crawled to the bathroom.
It felt kinda weird waiting there for him after not doing so for the past few days.
I wasn’t waiting for long when I could hear his alarm, and the sound of him getting out of bed.
I kept my eyes to the floor as I was suppose to and we went about our morning routine.

As he headed out the door for work he told me to get my studying out of the way, then clean the house, and that I would hear from him soon.

I only studied for a little while, and spent most of my morning cleaning the house that I honestly had mostly neglected sine this whole thing started.

I got a text from him around noon telling me to check my email, which I did immediately

The email was a list of articles, and blogs he wanted me to read, with him marking ones he wanted me to pay extra attention to.

His instructions were to spend the rest of the afternoon reading and not to worry about dinner, that he was going to pick something up.

I spent the day reading these articles, some very interesting, and gave me a lot of insight. Some much like the many things I’ve read before.

I spent most of the day reading one woman’s blog in particular, she had cited a lot of very informative sources that lead me, to a lot of other equally informative people.

Her ability to completely understand herself, and put it in to words blew me away, and although we are different in many ways, we were the same in many also.

He came home with dinner around 5:30. We ate and talked. He asked about my day and my readings. (Btw. I no longer have to eat all my meals on the floor).

I told him about this woman’s blog and some of the things that had intrigued me.

He told me that he was glad I enjoyed my reading because he was going to begin giving me assignments.

We headed up to the shower and I washed him as I was doing before, he got out to let me finish and told me to meet him in the bedroom.

I crawled in to the bedroom a bit later and he was sitting in a chair in the corner of our room. He instructed me to lay across his lap.

He began spanking me and explaining that we are going to have a new bedtime routine.

He landed about 10 mildly hard smack to each cheek then told me to lay in my bed that was now back at the foot of his.

He handed me a metallic purple vibrator that we normally keep in our nightstand and sat his phone on the arm of the chair.

He explained that he was setting a timer for 15 minutes and that I was not allowed to cum.

I was already horribly turned on from him spanking me and only took about twenty seconds of that thing against me before I had to pull it away.

Once I pulled it away he told me I had five seconds and it needed to be back.

I put it back, but it wasn’t but a few more seconds before I pulled it away again and he began counting to five.

This went on for what seemed like forever, before the alarm on his phone went off.

He stood, took the toy from me and told me that I was going to start going to bed when he does.

He went to the bathroom, came back, kissed me on the forehead, put my alarm on and went to sleep.

I laid there awhile tossing and turning, still feeling the stinging on my ass and so horny.

It was probably over an hour before I managed to go to sleep, but finally did and slept mostly through the night.

My alarm woke me up pretty early and I had a really hard time forcing myself out of bed. Once I managed to push the covers off I stood at the edge, removed my clothes and crawled to the bathroom.
It felt kinda weird waiting there for him after not doing so for the past few days.
I wasn’t waiting for long when I could hear his alarm, and the sound of him getting out of bed.
I kept my eyes to the floor as I was suppose to and we went about our morning routine.

As he headed out the door for work he told me to get my studying out of the way, then clean the house, and that I would hear from him soon.

I only studied for a little while, and spent most of my morning cleaning the house that I honestly had mostly neglected sine this whole thing started.

I got a text from him around noon telling me to check my email, which I did immediately

The email was a list of articles, and blogs he wanted me to read, with him marking ones he wanted me to pay extra attention to.

His instructions were to spend the rest of the afternoon reading and not to worry about dinner, that he was going to pick something up.

I spent the day reading these articles, some very interesting, and gave me a lot of insight. Some much like the many things I’ve read before.

I spent most of the day reading one woman’s blog in particular, she had cited a lot of very informative sources that lead me, to a lot of other equally informative people.

Her ability to completely understand herself, and put it in to words blew me away, and although we are different in many ways, we were the same in many also.

He came home with dinner around 5:30. We ate and talked. He asked about my day and my readings. (Btw. I no longer have to eat all my meals on the floor).

I told him about this woman’s blog and some of the things that had intrigued me.

He told me that he was glad I enjoyed my reading because he was going to begin giving me assignments.

We headed up to the shower and I washed him as I was doing before, he got out to let me finish and told me to meet him in the bedroom.

I crawled in to the bedroom a bit later and he was sitting in a chair in the corner of our room. He instructed me to lay across his lap.

He began spanking me and explaining that we are going to have a new bedtime routine.

He landed about 10 mildly hard smack to each cheek then told me to lay in my bed that was now back at the foot of his.

He handed me a metallic purple vibrator that we normally keep in our nightstand and sat his phone on the arm of the chair.

He explained that he was setting a timer for 15 minutes and that I was not allowed to cum.

I was already horribly turned on from him spanking me and only took about twenty seconds of that thing against me before I had to pull it away.

Once I pulled it away he told me I had five seconds and it needed to be back.

I put it back, but it wasn’t but a few more seconds before I pulled it away again and he began counting to five.

This went on for what seemed like forever, before the alarm on his phone went off.

He stood, took the toy from me and told me that I was going to start going to bed when he does.

He went to the bathroom, came back, kissed me on the forehead, put my alarm on and went to sleep.

I laid there awhile tossing and turning, still feeling the stinging on my ass and so horny.

It was probably over an hour before I managed to go to sleep, but finally did and slept mostly through the night.

I woke up to the sound of him in the bathroom getting ready. I stayed in bed and wrapped the covers around myself.

He reminded me that we were supposed to go to his fathers this morning, and headed downstairs.

I joined him for breakfast a bit later after getting myself dressed and ready. I asked him while we ate if he had thought about what I said at all. He just laughed, and said he needed more time.

We spent the morning at his fathers, I sat and visited while he helped with some stuff around the house.

On the way home we picked up lunch and once we were finished eating we sat down to talk.

He said that he had made mistakes also, that my days needed to be more structured and that he would be giving me more routines to follow, that some of the rules were not completely clear and we would go back over those and change a few.

He was still not going to give my collar back to me but starting tomorrow morning we would pick up where we left off and that I should get it back soon.

He went and retrieved a copy of the rules and we sat down together to go over them. We added a few rules and eliminated, and detailed others, just in the hopes of avoiding any confusion.

He did take away me being allowed to go out with friends for the time being and said that I could earn it back( I really don’t even care, I’m not going to be wanting to go out for a long time).

We spent most of the rest of the day laying around, watching tv and doing our normal things.

Other than our talk, the day was pretty uneventful. We ate dinner and cleaned up together, spent some more time laying around before shower and bed.

I curled up in bed and waited for him. He pulled the covers back, attached my alarm clock, then climbed in bed next to me.

I was wondering at first if he would be jolting me awake again at midnight, but figured since he has to work and he attached the cuff that I was safe to relax and sleep.

He texted me a bit later reminding me that out friend was coming over and that he would be home in about thirty minutes.

I went up to our room and got myself dressed, along with doing my hair and makeup.

I was sitting on the couch talking to my mom on the phone when they finally got there. He came up the stairs and kissed me on the forehead then went up to our room to change.

He came back down and asked if I was hungry. I told him yes and he went back down to the garage.

I kept talking to my mom on the phone, then received a text from him telling me there was pizza and asking me to come down there.

I finished up with my mom and went down to the garage.

They were down there working on his friends bike, talking, and eating.

His normalcy was killing me as I sat there with him and our friend talking. I couldn’t understand how he could act like nothing was going on. I knew this was childish of me and that we still had our normal lives to lead but it felt like he was putting me off.

I managed to get him off to the side a bit and kinda lost it. In a low tone I told him that he wasn’t being fair, that I had made a mistake, that he’s not perfect. I went on to tell him if he felt I needed to be punished then to do it, do it right here.
I asked him if he wanted me to grovel at his feet then fine and started to lower to my knees. He yanked me up quickly and told me to get in the house.
Although he was very quiet, his tone and the look in his eyes was very loud and I went back in the house.

He followed me up a few minutes later, by then I was sitting on the couch with the tv on. He grabbed the remote and turned it off and just stood there, staring down and me then walked away and back down to the garage.

I know what I did the other night was wrong, I know he has a right to be angry, and to have lost trust. I definitely know that I should not have attempted to pull the stunt in the garage.

He stayed down there a few more hours. I took a shower and did some reading. He came back in about 5 and headed up to our room.
I heard the shower come on and decided to join him.
I striped my clothes off and climbed in, he gave me a look but then took me in his arms.
His hands over my body felt so comforting.
We stayed in there awhile, touching, and kissing, but not going much further.
He finished up and left me in there to do the same.
I met him back in the living room where he was laying across the couch and curled in to him.
We laid on the couch awhile watching tv, him stroking his hand up and down my thigh, eventually kissing my neck. Before long he had worked my panties down and was pushing inside me.
I started telling him I was sorry for earlier, that I was sorry for the other night, and not listening to him when he said I needed a break.
He kept pushing in, long slow thrusts, covered my mouth with his hand and told me to hush, I could feel his body laughing against mine.
His hand went down between my legs and I knew it wouldn’t take much to send me over the edge, so I pushed his hand away.
He spoke in my ear telling me it was ok now, but I’m that moment I had decided my punishment.
With him still pushing in to me I explained to him as it came to my mind that I didn’t want to be allowed to orgasm, that I wanted to be better at controlling them.
My thinking was that if I could build the self control in that area then I could build it in all areas.
He didn’t say anything, just listened to me talk, then moved his hand back between my legs, each time I got close I pushed my hips back against him and he would stop.
This went on for what seemed like forever before he picked up his speed and finally shot in to me.

Once he had finished he explained that this was already something he had control over in case I couldn’t already tell, but that he could work it in to a punishment, and a good training for me. I still wasn’t going to get my collar back and was still not allowed to serve him until he had more time to think.

We watched tv a bit longer before heading up to bed together. I slept in my bed for the first time in a week, curled up next to him until he drifted off to sleep.

I went back downstairs and sat on the couch for awhile still wrapped in my blanket.

I thought hard and and could not come up with anything that seemed fitting.

For some reason going up to bed and laying next to him seemed wrong even though he had told me everything was on pause.

I laid on the couch for hours unable to sleep, and worrying about the morning.

I decided I would continue submitting to him even though I had not thought of a punishment.
I took my blanket off and crawled up the stairs to our bedroom and curled up in a ball at the foot of his bed where mine used to be. I put my alarm on and eventually drifted off to sleep
My alarm woke me this morning and I crawled to the bathroom and waited.
It was awhile before he came in, but I was happy to wait.

I could hear him get up and walking around the room. I put my eyes to the floor and waited. His feet were finally in my view.

He slipped a T-shirt if his over my head, then began about his routine on his own.

I pulled his shirt off and crawled down the stairs.
I made us breakfast, putting mine in my bowl and his on his plate, he came down as they were still sitting on the counter.
He grabbed my bowl and a plate out of the cabinet and dumped my food on a plate.

He explained that he needed to go pick up a trailer to haul a friends bike to our house and that this friend would be coming over and to get myself dressed.
He took both of the bowls and walked down to the garage.

He’s been gone awhile and I am still racking my brain to come up with something.

I did download a book on Master/slave relations by Robert J Ruble, and have been trying to read it, can’t seem to focus on anything else and don’t know that I should be anyway.

Hopefully we can get back to where we were pretty soon

He arrived about a quarter after 7. I was in my normal position at the top of the stairs.

He came up the stairs and stepped past me, I kept my eyes focused on the ground.

I felt his hand grip my arm and he pulled me to my feet, covered my body with a throw, led me to the couch, then pulled my arm so I would sit.
He leaned over me and removed the day collar that I was still wearing from the night before.
I expected him to put my other collar on, but he did not.
He pulled the ottoman in front of the couch and sat in front of me.

He finally spoke, he told me to speak freely, but to please wait until he was done.

He went on to accuse me of purposely breaking the rules in attempt to provoke a punishment out of him. He explained that he was my husband first and foremost and that making him worry was not appropriate as a slave or a wife.
He explained the rules I had broke as his slave, but how the promises I had broke as his wife were much more hurtful.
He told me how he had spent the night worrying about me and couldn’t believe I had the horrible judgment to get in the car with a stranger as intoxicated as I was.

I let him finish, I told him that he was right and that I was sorry, but corrected him on his thoughts that I would put him through that in an attempt to get a punishment out of him.

He explained how my collar was supposed to signify my service to him and in order for him to truly own me he needed to be able to trust me to keep myself safe and that if I couldn’t do that then he couldn’t trust himself, and that I would not be getting it back until the trust was there again.

He told me how he had spent the night thinking of horrible punishments for me, how he had planned on tying me to the bed and whipping me, but then figured I would just be getting what I wanted.

He told me how he had spent the day online trying to come up with the perfect punishment for me but none seemed to fit.

He then told me that it will be my responsibility to come up with punishment, and that it is to be a true punishment.

Until I have come up with and followed through on this punishment I will not serve him in any way. I’m to wear clothes, sleep in my bed, eat at the table, everything is off.

He said he was tired and needed to get some sleep and headed up stairs to shower. I was sitting on the edge of the bed when he came out and took my bed and carried it to the spare room( it honestly broke my heart a bit).
He’s asleep now and I’m up trying to think, I really thought he would come home, punish me and we would go back to how we were.

I think he is being a bit extreme, I was late, but only a couple hours. I know he worried during that time and I am very sorry for that, but to completely loose trust in me seems like punishment enough.

I can think of a million punishments, but I need something to show exactly how sorry I am, how much I want to continue with our journey and get my collar back.

The idea of going up to my room and crawling in to my bed seems wrong to me now.

I need to find a way to fix this

The day was pretty uneventful. We followed our normal morning routine, he finished getting ready for work and was out the door pretty quickly.

He has yet to remove my plug, but did tell me I could have free time unless I was told otherwise.
I spent the day mostly cleaning, did some studying, and talked to some friends.

He did give me permission to go out tonight, so I’m going to try to work in a nap before making dinner.

He sent me a text around noon reminding me of my dress code, drink limit, curfew, and asked who was driving.

He texted me letting me know he would be home about 5. I finished up dinner and and assumed my position at the top of the stairs.

We ate dinner and talked a bit, then cleaned up the kitchen and off to the shower.

In the shower he pulled the plug from me and sat it on the sink.
He left as usual for me to finish up. I went through my routine, wrapped myself in a towel and began to get ready for going out.

I finished my hair and makeup and went to our room to choose something to wear, which really wasn’t difficult.

Once I was dressed he called me over to the bed and told me to get in the rear position.
I did as I was told and disappointingly he entered the plug back in my ass.

While I was still in this position he reminded me of the rules once again.

A friend picked me up a bit later and we headed to one of the clubs here in town that is away from the tourist and more geared towards locals.

We danced and had a lot of fun, I was two drinks in to my 3 drink limit pretty quickly so I decided to take a break at a table and have some water to slow it down a bit.
We chatted and cooled off awhile then joined our friends on the floor.

I managed to get and finish off my third drink pretty quickly and was handed a fourth I knew this was wrong and planned to confess first thing in the morning.

We kept dancing and I finished off the fourth drink and sat down again with a bottle of water with a few of my friends.
It was getting late and I wanted to get more water in my system before it was time to leave
At some point shots were brought to the table and I took it without even thinking until after it was to late.

We went back to dancing and chatting, then suddenly I realized that not only had I broke the rule drink but I had also passed my physical limits.
I went to have a seat and suddenly got a sinking feeling in my stomach. I pulled my phone from my purse and the screen was covered in missed calls and texts. I looked up at the time, it was 2:30 and I was supposed to be home an hour ago.

I had rode with 4 other girls and by the time I could gather everyone together, get to the car, and then make two stops before my house it would be at least another hour.

I decided my best bet would be to call a Lyft, which I did. I told my friends I needed to go and that I called a ride and went to wait outside.

I stared at my phone wondering if I should respond to the texts or call him back. If he was sleeping I didn’t want to wake him when he had work the next morning

The driver pulled up after about 15 minutes. It was already past three. About halfway to my house my phone rang, it was him. I just stared down at it not knowing what to do, I was to scared to hear his voice, I would be hearing it soon enough anyway.

We pulled up in front of my house and I could see him sitting in a chair by the front door.

I walked up the driveway and could see he was already dressed for work. I dropped to my knees on our front porch. He stood and stepped past me and opened the door.

“Inside”
I crawled inside behind him and heard the door shut behind me.
“Get your clothes off”
I got to my knees and pulled my dress down and slipped out of it.
“Look at me”
I looked up at him
“ how much have you had to drink”
I’m not sure. ( in the moment I had couldn’t think of how many I had actually had)
“More than you were allowed”
Yes
“Who’s car was that”
It was a lyft
He pushed me to where my face was in the carpet and pulled the plug from my ass and sat it on the table.
He walked away, down the stairs and left.

I crawled off to the shower and soaked under the hot water for a long time and thought.
I crawled out of the shower and downstairs, curling up next to the sofa. I turned the tv on for some noise and tried to take a nap.
I laid there for awhile and debated texting him, but decided maybe I should let him cool off a bit.

I did manage to finally fall asleep and slept for a little bit off and on, checking my phone constantly hoping he had texted me.

Around noon I did finally get a text from him that just read “do you know how dangerous it was to get in a car with a stranger as drunk as you were”
I responded yes, that it was stupid, I wasn’t thinking I was just trying to get home quick.
He didn’t respond.

I’m sitting here now writing. I know I will be punished for breaking the rules eventually, but him being angry at me now is much worse than anything he could possibly do.
I do understand why he is angry, I know I stayed out past when I should have, even without rules, I should have responded to his texts and not make him worry.
I did put him through something similar a few years back.

I had gone out with a friend and done some drinking, and at sometime hooked up with a different friend and went back to her house with her and ended up passing out there until early afternoon. This was before we began sharing our locations with each other on our phones, and it had scared him to death.

Since then I don’t drink often when I go out, and when I do I drink very little. I know the drink rule was out in to place because of that night, and I know I messed up pretty bad.
Right now I just really want to talk to him and tell him how sorry I am.

He texted again around 2 to let me know he would be home about 7.
I’m going to finish up a few things then get dinner ready for him.

My night spent in the garage was warm and very uncomfortable, at least in the bedroom when I stretched out of my bed I was still on carpeting as opposed to the hard cement floor.
My alarm went off at 5, but I was already awake I crawled up the stairs and waited, I needed to pee very badly, but didn’t want to wake him up to ask.
Maybe 45 minutes later he came in to the bathroom and we followed our normal routine. Once he was done with me I shifted on the floor a bit trying to show him I needed to pee, and was finally allowed to.
I crawled down the stairs and made our breakfast, and we ate, he ignored me mostly, playing on his phone the whole time.
When we finished I cleaned up as normal the met him in the living room in the Kneel position as instructed.

He sat down in front of me on the couch with his iPad. He went on to tell me that it seemed unfair to punish me for something I don’t remember doing. He sat the iPad on the floor where I could see it and the video played, and he was correct, I spent almost an hour on the couch reading. I have no idea how I can’t remember that.

He told me to go up and shower, and explained our plans for the day. We were going to go to the pool in the early afternoon, his fathers for a bbq later, then go watch the fireworks.

I showered and shaved, then crawled back down to him, and was given free time.

We relaxed around the house for a few hours, watched a movie together, then had a light lunch.
About 10 he said we should get ready. I went upstairs, did my makeup( yes I did my makeup to go to the pool, we live in a large tourist town and when we go to the pool it’s at one of the resorts here in town), I put my bathing suit on and a dress over it.
This was breaking a few of the rules, like no clothes in the house, and only one layer of fabric so I made sure to get permission first.
I packed our bag, and a few things we would need for the day.

We left the house, drove through town and takes. We arrived at the property we were going to go to the pool at(we go to about three different places depending on what’s going on at those places at the time). This was not one of our normal spots, but I figured with the holiday he was thinking the others would be packed. We walked to the check in desk and received our wrist bands.

We walked down a long bath way that is covered in tress then came two black steel gates. The one on the right had a sign that stated the property name and pool the one on the left had a sign that had the property name and in big letters underneath “Toptional”, and a red sign underneath warning that minors are not permitted.

We have several of these places in town and I have driven by the sign for this one almost daily.
My heart began racing as he opened the gate on the left.
We continued walking down a long pathway that eventually let out to the pool. There’s surprisingly not as packed as I was expecting, but still a pretty good amount of people. We walked around and found a spot with two lounge chairs.
I spread out my towel and sat on the edge of the seat looking around, while he went to get us drinks.
He came back with our drinks and laid back in his chair, I took a few sips, pulled my dress off and sat back in my chair also.
I began to relax as time went on, and I had managed to keep my top. We finished off our drinks while talking then he ordered us two more.
Looking around, it was starting to get a bit more crowded, and there were very few topless women.
We sat and worked on our drinks and he offered to put lotion on my back. I sat on his chair between his legs as he began rubbing the lotion in. I felt his hands playing with the strings of my bikini then felt it first the top then the back come loose. I held my hands against my breasts holding the cups to my body.
He spoke in my ear
“Put your hands down”
I kept holding.
“Put your hands down, you really don’t want to make me say it again”
I dropped my hands and he pulled my top away.
Not sure out to describe this other than being topless in public, it didn’t make it any easier that we were at a place that it was ok, or that I wasn’t the only one. It was still a first for me and pretty uncomfortable
He continued rubbing lotion on my back then brought his hands around and rubbed it over the front of me, making sure to take his time on my breasts.
Once he was finished, he stood and held out his hand suggesting we cool off in the pool.
I reached for his hand and walked beside him, practically glued to his arm. We stepped down in to the water, I tried going for the deeper end so that my chest would be covered, but he took my hand and kept me in the shallower end.

As we stood in the water and talked, I could feel the eyes in me, it felt like everyone there knew what was really going on. As uncomfortable as I was feeling it was a bit thrilling knowing that other men were checking me out.

Once he felt we had spent enough time in the water we headed back to our chairs. He handed me some money and asked if I would go get the drinks this time.

I looked towards the bar are and it was packed. I looked at him and told him i couldn’t do it alone and asked him to come with me. He refused, saying I would be fine.
I took the money and walked what felt like 2 miles to the bar and stood at the back of the line, which consisted mostly of guys and some girls my age. It probably took just under ten minutes of me standing there awkwardly for it to be my turn to order. Most of the guys in the line had been pretty decent, I got them glancing a bit but nothing to crude, the bar tender on the other hand acted a bit of an ass, making a few crude comments. I honestly figured he would be the most used to it and have better manners but I was mistaken.

I took the drinks back to our spot and sat them down on the little table, took my seat and put my sunglasses down and try to just let it go.

We finished up about 30min later and he announced that we should probably get to his fathers.

As we drove he asked if I had enjoyed it at all, and I admitted that I did a little. He laughed and said he figured I would. Sometimes I think he knows me better than I know myself.

We arrived at his fathers and most of the family was already there, the food was already cooked and everybody was making their plates.
I stoped to say a few hellos and he offered to go make our plates. While he was away I grabbed us both a beer and found a spot at one of the tables. He came up behind me and sat our food on the table. His paper plate, and my paper bowl. He had actually gone up there and come up with the idea of shoving enough food to fill a plate in to an absurdly small paper bowl. This was so ridiculous looking that his father began making fun of him. I ate my food happily at the table for what felt like the first time in forever.

The rest of our time with his family was uneventful. We had a good time visiting, and watching the little kids run around and play.

We left just a little before the sun was supposed to go down and met some friends in a parking lot. We all drove off in to a field behind a park that’s going to be doing a firework show.
He sat up the back of our truck with blankets, a case of beer, and everybody just chatted for awhile.
As it began to get dark he called me over to the front of the truck, he was standing at the drivers side with the door open. I approached him and he pulled me in between him and the open door. He pulled a plug out of a bag behind his seat. He covered his fingers in line then leaned in to me.
Reaching his hand under my dress he worked his fingers between my ass cheeks and began pushing his finger in to me.
He pumped in to me a few times before withdrawing and replacing his fingers with the shiny metal object.
I leaned in to him and held my breath as he pushed it past my muscles.
He slapped my ass, and laughingly told me to go play with my friends.
I returned to the group and he joined me, but after a little bit everyone drifted off to their own vehicles to get ready for the show.

We got settled in to the back of our truck, he grabbed us each a beer and gulped his quickly.
He handed me the bottle and told me that he was sure I would know what to do with it.

I guess I should have figured what he wanted me to do, but I guess because I was taken by surprise I really had no idea. I reached out and took the bottle from him thinking he wanted me to dispose of it somewhere. I guess I have him a confused look because he took the bottle back from my hand and moved his hand under my dress.
He attempted to work it in to me, it because of my position and the fact that I was pretty dry it wasn’t happening. He pulled the bottle back up and placed it to my lips and pushed. I allowed it to go in to my mouth, praying nobody could see I tried to get it as wet as possible.
He returned it back under my dress and I slid down a bit so that I was in more of a laying position. He managed to work the neck inside me. I attempted to pull the blanket that we were laying on up over my lap, it there wasn’t enough free fabric to cover me.

He kept working it in and out of me for awhile, then the lights to the park went out followed by one firework shooting in to the air to symbolize the start of the show.

He lifted my dress to my hips and began pumping faster. I tried to pull my dress back down, but he swatted my hand away.
We were in the bed of the truck so not very visible from the sides, but if anybody walked in front of us or came up to the truck they would get quite the surprise.
The fireworks seemed to go on forever as he pounded the bottle hard in to me, the glass from where the bottle begins to widen slapping against my skin.

The show ended and he pulled out. Everyone was pretty quick about packing up and leaving.
We drove home with me shifting in my seat trying to find a comfortable way to sit with the plug in me.
We went pretty much straight to the shower when we got home and followed our routine.
He ordered me in to the bedroom when I was done.
I met him in our room where he was already ready for bed. He told me that we had a long day and that he didn’t want me staying up tonight.
My bed was back at the foot of his and I crawled in to it and assumed the humble position thinking that maybe he had forgot that the plug was still in my ass.
He came over to me, slapped my ass hard and told me to get to sleep

He turned out his light and it wasn’t long before I could tell he was out.

I tried to get comfortable grateful that at least I was back in our bedroom, but wishing he had at least taken the plug out and wondering if this ever gets more comfortable

It took awhile but I did manage to fall to sleep and only woke a few times during the night.