Last week my Mistress tasked me with organizing an evening for us. The kids were asleep over, so we had the place to ourselves. As I usually do when she gives me a duty, I really took it seriously. I tracked down a quaint music club featuring live acts that we’d never visited before. It was one of those upscale restaurants that also served as a venue for concerts. I secured our tickets and emailed her on Saturday with the news: just as requested, I’ve organized our entire night. We’ll start by shopping at Nordstroms for a fresh dress and shoes, then head to dinner and the concert, followed by coming home for a 30-minute tease and denial session, and ending with whatever she desires.
I know announcing my own T&D makes me top from the bottom, but my reasoning was that she specifically told me to plan it. Plus, I’ve felt a bit neglected regarding T&D lately. The night went amazingly well. She spent an hour trying on dresses and shoes that I brought her, helping with zippers, while I offered comments on how lovely she looked. In the end, we spent quite a lot of money; she got two new dresses and a pair of shoes. She wore one dress and the new shoes out to dinner. As a bonus, she went without a bra, which made my cage feel even tighter. The food and music were excellent. The concert was so good that she downloaded their album onto her iTunes before we left. We enjoyed a lovely walk under the moonlight on our way back.
When we got home, I stripped down to just my cage while she applied restraints to hold my hands in place, then had me lie down. She brought out the magic wand and started teasing me, saying it was such a wonderful night that perhaps I deserved a reward. But after about five minutes, she stopped, told me to unlock myself, and go down on her. Using both my mouth and the wand, I gave her a powerful orgasm which I thoroughly enjoyed. She then offered to try milking me, something we hadn’t done before. Again, it lasted only about five minutes. We managed to get out a thin strand of semen, but she simply decided to stop. Then she said good night and rolled over.
I tried to sleep, but I was frustrated—not sexually, like needing to cum, but attention-wise. I felt slightly neglected even before that night, so the brief interaction felt disappointing. She slept, but I lay there wide awake. Eventually, I got up to watch some TV, my mind racing with thoughts of “I deserve more.”
The next morning, I woke early, ensured the room was dark, and went downstairs to make her breakfast in bed as usual. My mood was still low, and my enthusiasm wasn’t high. I decided not to sulk; being submissive enough, I didn’t want to reproach her directly. Instead, I asked for a spanking to clear away the negativity.
I did this while serving breakfast. She told me that once she finished eating, I could bring her the riding crop. So I did, and she had me kneel by the bed while she watched her show. She asked what I’d done wrong to deserve it. I said I was harboring negative thoughts, and when she pressed for details, I explained that I felt short-changed by the scant attention last night.
Holy crap! Apparently, she thought everything had been great and was annoyed that I would say such a thing. She shouted at me to bend over and bare my backside, then went to town (for her). It wasn’t as severe as some posts here, but she’s never hit me with so much force before. There were 5 or 6 strong, angry strikes, followed by the command: “Get out of here you sissy bitch!” Yes, I ran off with big red welts on my ass.
After calming down, she said she was still mad but mostly sad because she believed it had been a perfect evening. Of course, the punishment cleared my selfish thoughts, and I fully agreed. She asked if I thought her performance last night was poor, and I assured her that I loved everything she did; I just wanted it to last longer. This seemed to please her.
In some ways, there are positives from my self-centered reaction: she learned how to spank effectively, she’s stronger in her Mistress role, and the experience reinforced my tendency to question what I deserve. Nevertheless, I still feel guilty for ruining an otherwise perfect evening.