Whose Body is it Anyway?

boy — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 21:15:29 +0000

i recently had occasion to be punished (am still under the punishment actually) for an infraction that i won’t go into here as it doesn’t really add to the post. Suffice to say, LadyHotchKiss was not pleased with Her boy. i knew i was going to be punished, but there was no way to guess which direction the punishment might take as LadyH always comes up with unique punishments. They are rarely very punishing, however. She prefers punishments which teach something the sub/slave needs to learn or relearn. She did not tell me what She wanted me to learn from this punishment. i believe She’s waiting for me to tell what i have learned and will correct me if i’m wrong. Hence, the purpose of this writing.

Her punishment was a requirement that each time i touch my body, inadvertently or otherwise…any part of my body, lips, ears, hair, face, private parts, whatever… each time i touch myself and prior to the actual touching, i am to think to myself: “HotchKiss, i touch this body because You allow it.”

i have discovered there are at least three types of touching: a. Unconscious touching – think of having an itch. Your hand will scratch the itch without any conscious thought. b. – Inadvertent touching. You didn’t intend to touch yourself, your hand just brushed against your thigh while moving about. c. Intentional touching. You actually think about touching yourself before you do so. Washing yourself, personal hygiene, brushing your teeth or hair. You actually think about doing something before doing it.

So what have i learned. For one, i’ve learned that we touch ourselves an awful lot during the course of a day, most of it unconsciously or inadvertently. i’ve learned that if you don’t think of touching yourself prior to touching yourself, it is impossible to recite a mantra related to touching yourself. There was no way i could succeed at this tasking. All i could do was the best i can.

But there was a bigger lesson in all of this. When LadyHotchKiss took me as Her slave….when She took ownership of me, She took ownership of all of me. Mind, body and spirit. i understood this when it happened, but i don’t think i fully felt it. Not deep down in my bones. LadyHotchKiss owns this body. She imposed certain protocols to reinforce the concept, such as having to sit when urinating, masturbating only with permission, and not touching my genitals except for personal hygiene purposes. She, however, can and does do with my body whatever pleases Her. She owns it. The flip side of that though, is that i no longer own this body. i can only do with it that which She allows me to do with it. No more and no less. Taking Her mantra to heart, i have come to feel the truth of this in a way not previously felt.

She has excused, at times, a failure on my part to sit when urinating, especially if i were in a public and dirty restroom. And in the past, i have fudged a bit on not touching my genitals except for hygienic purposes. (my showers had become longer and longer, and my genitals extra squeaky clean) But after this exercise, this “punishment”…no more. If the restroom i’m in is dirty and i can’t clean the toilet seat, i will hover over it as women have to do, or i will find a cleaner rest room. My showers will take no longer than necessary and my genitals will be no cleaner than the rest of me when i am done.

This body belongs to Her and i will treat it as such. Taking care of it to the best of my ability, not abusing it, and using it only in ways allowed and approved by Her. The path She has set me on is taking me ever deeper into slavery, and i revel in it.

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boy — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 13:27:16 +0000

Last week was not a good week for me at all. On top of missing O/our regular play session, i committed an irrational number of transgressions of varying degrees of seriousness from the inane to the very serious indeed.
On the way to yesterday’s session, i was filled with trepidation, fearing punishment of the kind only HotchKiss is capable of…usually severe, Machiavellian and always appropriate to the crime. On arrival i was greatly surprised twice within moments. i knelt at Her feet waiting to be told to kiss them as is O/our greeting protocol. Instead of instructing me to kiss Her feet, She told me to go to the dungeon and undress. This was shocking twice and in two different ways. It was the first time i had not been allowed to kiss Her feet and my mind reeled at that just as i realized that She had told me to get undressed, usually a prelude to a play session which i was NOT expecting at all. Wounded by the denial of homage yet lifted by the possibility of play, i went to the dungeon, stripped and awaited Her arrival, my mind nearly unable to cope with the conflicting thoughts rushing about.
After discussing my transgressions, their severity and causality, She presented me with a choice. i could choose a “long-term devastating” punishment, or a short-term humiliation. Without more specifics, i found it too difficult to make the choice and so i responded “whichever will provide You the most amusement, HotchKiss”. She looked at me momentarily and then told me to stick my thumb in my ass.
i was shocked into stillness. Like a deer in headlights, i stood looking at Her and finally blurted out “without lube, HotchKiss?” She laughed, considered briefly and then allowed that i could use lube if i thought i needed it. Apparently, She considered that during the past week i had my thumb up my ass, if not my head, and She decided She wanted to see what it looked like. After getting the lube and applying it to my thumb, i contorted myself to the point where i could stick my thumb up my ass. She had me assume various positions, and poses, both sitting and standing in various parts of the dungeon, including on the St Andrews cross. When there, She laughed loudly and went upstairs to get the camera, muttering “perfect…just perfect”. Thankfully, the camera was not working due to low batteries. There’s no telling what She would have done with those pictures. At that point, She had me insert my forefinger as well, which was even harder to do, and i resumed posing for Her while She laughed and chatted.
Was it humiliating? yes. But actually it was humiliating in a good way, as it provided amusement for HotchKiss and in fact, seemed to release all the pressure that had been pent up in me during the past week, from what source i’m not completely sure, but it included worrying about my transgressions, and the stress of the unrelieved anxiety/anticipation built up prior to O/our last scheduled session. i have never been a huge fan of humiliation play, but neither have i been overly averse to it. This exercise provided an example of how it can be used to useful purpose. The rest of the session was spent on the cross, with some cane striping, paddling and spanking. Not enough to send me into subspace, but enough to provide the endorphins my body now craves, and enough to provide some fun for HotchKiss. Lunch with Her afterward was it’s usual bonus, as i basked in Her presence.

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