Madame's idea of doing things to me was, well, different to my ideas... Madame has a metal collar she uses from time to time, that was used last night. I had paws on and the new ball gag.
Being the doggy, she booted me into the back yard for a while. It was 25C outside so very comfortable and very, very dark.
The highlight for me was when the neighbours cat came wondering by while I was lying on the back deck so I shifted and scared the hell out of the cat...
Then the mosquitoes cames (I hate those things). It took about 10min but I got back inside and away from the blood sucking vermin.
The gag was still in so I was drooling like a tap the entire time.
At 11:30pm Madame decided it was time for bed so the gag came out and on the floor I was.
I don't know why but I was feeling particularly sorry for myself, frustrated that I had no hands and feet upset that I was on the floor and angry about being a slave.
So I tried to get onto the bed. Madame was having none of it though. At 2:30am, she had no patience. After a brief struggle she put down hard and held me on the ground.
This morning she was still angry. I know I'm in for it.
I don't know why I did that. I do want to be a good slave for her but I'd had enough. It was like something inside me just said, NO!!!
I think there something Madame will need to break if she wants to continue on this path. I think it's going to get difficult for a while.
