ok, so i talked about why i ended up with three spins on my punishment wheel. it has been a while since i’ve had to deal with this thing, which is usually a good sign. Madam tends to reserve wheel punishments for times when duckie genuinely needs correcting.
and let me tell you, these are not the easy punishments.
getting whipped? getting paddled? taking my lashings? honestly, i handle those pretty well. Madam says a little too well. the wheel is for the stuff that actually disrupts my life.
before i spun, Madam added one special rule. if i landed on a duplicate, i had to spin again. she wanted three unique punishments.
that should have been my first clue that she was not messing around.
spin one: no television for a month
this one hit immediately.
i have a nice big flat-screen in my room. i use it all the time. movies, shows, documentaries, falling asleep with something playing in the background. all gone.
Madam had me disconnect it myself.
then carry it down to storage.
then put it away.
there is something especially cruel about making the condemned man carry his own execution equipment.
the worst part is there are no other televisions in the house that i can realistically sneak onto. Madam thought of that already.
so now there is just a giant empty spot on the wall where my television used to live.
sometimes i catch myself looking over there automatically.
then i remember.
and get sad all over again.
spin two: three weeks of hardcore kitchen duty
this one might actually be worse.
i already have kitchen responsibilities. that is normal. but usually there are a couple of guys brought in to handle the heavy-duty cleaning and support work.
not anymore.
for the next three weeks i am Cook’s full-time assistant for eight hours a day.
or, as she lovingly calls me, her “little kitchen bitch.”
i spend a shocking amount of time on all fours scrubbing floors. apparently every square inch of flooring in this estate contains dirt that only Cook can see.
then there are the dishes.
where do they come from?
seriously.
i finish an entire sink full of dishes, dry them, put them away, turn around and somehow there are more dishes.
i am beginning to suspect Cook manufactures dishes in secret just to keep me occupied.
and then there are her breaks.
Cook calls them her “me time” breaks.
the rest of us know exactly what that means.
she disappears into the little break room she built off the main kitchen, and i am expected to attend to her needs before she returns to work.
to be fair, i am very good at my job, so her breaks tend to be fairly efficient.
the problem is that Cook is a hard worker.
which means she takes several breaks throughout the day.
i am exhausted.
spin three: five nights in the cells
this one actually started as a duplicate.
my first spin landed on kitchen duty again.
Madam just smiled and told me to spin again.
that is how i ended up with five nights in one of the estate cells.
yes, actual cells.
the new estate has two of them.
they are not horrible. each has a small cot, a sink, and a toilet. clean. functional. secure.
still a cell though.
for five nights i have to lock in from 8 p.m. until 8 a.m.
alone.
but that is not the worst part.
the worst part is that while i am locked up, i have to arrange for a substitute sub to be here in my place.
that means another boy gets to perform Madam’s evening turndown service.
another boy gets to handle her morning wake-up routine.
those are some of my favorite responsibilities.
and while i am sitting in a cell staring at the wall, somebody else gets to do them.
i trust Madam completely.
i trust whoever fills in.
i am still jealous.
so there you have it.
one month without television.
three weeks as Cook’s little kitchen bitch.
five nights in a cell while another sub handles my turndown service and morning duties.
that punishment wheel can really mess things up.
seriously.
it is absolutely harshing my mellow.
i know it’s hard duckie you were talking about this earlier,
but television and hard work can be handled, but someone take off your duties this the hard part even if we are sure this is a temp, this the feelings which is hard, being jealous, and being jealous this is because of devotion ,
i don’t know if You’re still on it or you’re done with it,
we all went through the same, i went through worth, to not to communicate with my ex-Mistress for few days just to remind Her by text messages for urgent matters only.
this is the price for being a real sub , but this who we really are so this why we accept all consequences because of devotion to our Owner.