Slave Memories: Laundry and a Kiss of Her Foot

Back when my Mistress was only a short walk away, as opposed to a long plane ride, spontaneous opportunities to serve her were a realistic possibility. On one such occasion, a beautiful Saturday afternoon, my fat ass was actually going to attempt to get some exercise by playing basketball. On my walk to the court my phone rang. Depending on who Fatty McDickless was with, it wasn't always possible to answer the phone when she called. Luckily, this was one time Lil'Dick was able to answer.

Mistress wanted me to do her laundry! What an honor! This loser was about to be in contact with her most intimate items. Of course, even though there was temptation, nothing disrespectful was ever done with her clothes.

So Fatty went past the park and straight to her apartment to pick up her dirty clothes. Before Lil'Dick walked the couple blocks to the laundromat, he had to put his collar on. It was exciting wearing the collar in public. The laundromat was mostly empty, but there were some people that had to notice. They probably couldn't read the tag though...."property of Lady Madeline"

Because basketball, and not laundry, was on the agenda for the day, this small-dicked dork didn't have anything to read to pass the time. But that was fine. It was more time to think about Mistress.

After the laundry was done and folded, Baby Dick took the laundry back to his Mistress. Both Mistress and her slave were running late at this point, so we both hurried off. But this slave heard his Mistress calling his name as he crossed the street to leave. She was calling out my real name....probably because of the public setting. She never called me by my real name. She only used my slave name or insults. It was kind of nice to hear.

So Loserboy hurried back to Mistress to see what she wanted, but she didn't say a word. She simply put her foot out. In the rush to leave we skipped the only good part about leaving her....kissing her feet. No words were spoken. All that happened was a very happy slave kissing his Mistress's feet. It was a lot more fun than playing basketball.

Sacrificing for Mistress During Lent

Since my Catholicism is non-existent these days, giving up something during this time of year is not as high of a priority as it used to be....until now. Sure, the Catholic church has lost me, but the church of Lady Madeline has not. There should still be sacrifices on my part, but they are done in honor of my Mistress now.

She was not too happy with my attitude recently, and wanted a suggestion to redeem myself. Giving up something for Lent for her was suggested, and she really liked it. She decided what the sacrifices will be....

1. The word "I" is not permitted in any blog posts, tweets, or emails. She suggested using derogatory 3rd person words when referring to myself. Her favorite so far is Fatty McDickless. This is hard to do, but has made me choose my words wisely. The focus of my sentences is more on her than me these days.

2. No meat eating allowed. At all. This is hard for my carnivorous fat ass. But it is a good opportunity to eat healthily.

3. She generously allows one release a week, during sex or by myself. If it is done by myself, it must be accompanied with some pain, and my hand is not allowed to touch my tiny penis.

4. No teasing or touching or edging of my penis at all.

5. This is not a sacrifice, but something to be done. She wants me to do something positive for animals. That is a great idea. She is so wise.

Slave Memories: Dinner with Mistress....sort of

Before Lady Madeline allowed me into her home to serve as her houseboy she had me meet her at a cafe to talk about some rules I would have to follow. I'm pretty sure she just wanted to get to know me a little better before allowing me into her home. So she ordered me to meet her at a place in her neighborhood for a bite to eat and a little talk.

It was Christmastime, and I was going to fly home the next day, so I was running around trying to finish my shopping before I left. I was rushing to get to the cafe on time, carrying a ton of shopping bags, and saw her sitting at a table in the window when I walked up. I walked up to her and said something stupid. I really don't remember what it was, but I was nervous and flustered from from rushing there. She pointed out that I was almost late and yelled at me for saying the stupid thing.

I wasn't sure if I should sit down or not, so I did nothing. eventually she told me to sit at the next table, because I was not allowed to sit with her. I was pretty excited about being out in public with her. She is so beautiful, and for a dope like me to be with her would be pretty cool. Of course she was thinking the opposite, so there was no way I was going to be allowed to sit with her. The place was almost entirely empty, so sitting one table away was no problem.

She had me order some food at the counter for her, and then we discussed some of the rules I was to follow while I was at home visiting my family over the holiday. She of course restricted the amount of releases I could have, and she also wanted me to post daily on a message board that she used to frequent. Then she gave me a note with an order on it. I was to immediately go to the restroom, masturbate, and eat my cum. At first I thought this is a great order, but as soon as I got into the bathroom I felt kind of silly. She was sitting out there knowing what I was doing. I felt pressure to finish too. It was a pretty exciting way to masturbate compared to what I was usually doing.

When I returned her food was ready, so I got it from the counter and brought it to her. She allowed me to have a drink. I took my seat at the next table facing her as she ate. After a minute she looked up at me and loudly told me to switch seats so I would be facing away from her. She didn't want me staring at her and creeping her out. When I stood up to take another seat I noticed that two women were sitting at the next table. They must have come in while I was in the bathroom because I did not notice them before. The place was still mostly empty and very quiet, and they definitely heard her order me to face away from her. And then in my new seat I sat facing directly at them. I saw a few smirks from them as I sat there like an idiot looking in their direction.

So I did get to be seen in public with my Mistress. Not in the way I was expecting, but in the way I deserved.