I discovered something about myself yesterday that I never knew existed. I arranged a date with an old friend who's in the country for a few days. I dressed up to the nines just as I know he likes to see me. Bit more difficult these days sice I have put weight on since my operation. It didn't seem to matter what I did, I couldn't get much of an erection from him and I started to feel bad about myself as I felt like I had dissapointed him. Out of the blue, he asked if I had any punishment tools. We have a few things knocking about and at his request, I started to beat his bottom with a paddle. I've never done this and it felt quite alien, especially as I am deeply submissive. Of course Ive been spanked many times over the years and paddled. After ten minutes his bottom was nicely red and low and behold he had a nice erection that I took full advantage of. But my point is that I realised I was enjoying myself punishing him, which is not in my nature. I think I'd like to do it again and see if it was a one off thing. I'm seeing him again before he flies home to Spain, so I will pop the question.

Lois had a visit from a friend of hers yesterday. She is a lifestyle Dominatrix in a Female led relationship. These days I tend to stay out of the way when Karen visits as she feels Lois is far too soft on me. I heard shrieks of laughter coming from the living room and Lois was near hysterical . When Karen left, she told me the story. As a test of devotion, Karen set up a test. As her husband/slave was driving along she suddenly told him to stop and pointed to a discarded bottle at the side of the road, which clearly contained urine. We often see these in the UK, I believe they are used by lorry drivers to relieve themselves when driving , but don't want to stop. She had planted the bottle earlier and filled it with her own urine. She told him to fetch the bottle and drink the contents. In call credit to him he reluctantly did as he was comanded and drank the contents of the bottle. Karen acknowledged his servitude with a promise of a release when they got home. As they drove off she noticed another bottle on the side of the road and realised it was the bottle she had had actually planted there and she had pointed to the wrong one! She never told him, but couldn't wait to share her joke with Lois. I complain about my life sometimes, but it doesn't compare to Karen's husband.