A typical week…

Ms Cassandra and I have hit a stride and now we’re trying to nail down what my regular routine is going to be. I don’t want to be the kind of guy who just indulges his dirty kinks when he’s horny enough and has the time. I don’t want Ms Cassandra to be interactive porn for me. I actually want the opposite. I’m her toy, her puppet. I’m here to entertain her. It’s her agenda.

So to begin with, we’ll be developing a regular routine with which she can occupy my time. It’s not my time, it’s her time. She can choose to use me, or not. And if not, she can occupy that time with some mindless chore, just to condition me to this new lifestyle.

In the interest of keeping my vanilla life separate from dummy life, I won’t detail my weekly schedule here. I work weekdays. I’m a divorced parent, and I have dad-duty half the week. So some weeknights are Ms Cassandra’s, some weeknights aren’t. Some weekends are Ms Cassandra’s. Some weekends aren’t.

On Ms Cassandra’s weeknights, my time becomes hers the moment I leave the office, usually about 5pm. I often go out and do things after work, but that’s not up to me anymore. If I’m ordered to report home, then I will have some directives regarding my living conditions, and my chores for the evening.

My living conditions could vary depending on Ms Cassandra’s mood and/or my previous behavior and any rewards/punishments I may have earned. All of my cuffs, chains, and collars can be locked on, and the keys secured for a specified time. Anything from a simple collar to chains that force me to remain crawling on the floor. This ensures I stay home during that time, and that I’m burdened by my bonds for the full duration. She could also enforce restrictions on clothing, food, lights and things like that. She can also determine whether or not I’m confined to certain parts of my home. She can confine me to certain rooms as she pleases.

I’ll need chores to reinforce my status as a captive. Just because I leave the office doesn’t mean the workday is over. Doing my chores before I’m allowed any leisurely indulgences ensures that I remain devoted to Ms Cassandra. She comes first. My time is hers. She uses it as she sees fit. I get what’s left, if I’m lucky.

Chores can be anything that occupies time in a way that makes Ms Cassandra stronger and more powerful. She may ask me to write a contribution for her blog. She may demand that I blog here about a certain subject. She may ask me to write essays to analyze my thinking on certain topics. It could also be something mind-numbing and pointless, for no other reason than to prove that she owns me. I could be made to type lines, sort beans, or put in strict bondage and forced to watch hours of femdom brainwash porn.

These would also be good nights to have a call with Ms Cassandra, and those usually result in some uniquely oppressive tasks.

On weeknights that are not Ms Cassandra’s, I may or may not be completely off the hook. I do have some hours to myself, but fewer of them. I also need to be reasonably available to multi-task during that time. However, that doesn’t mean I still can’t do things for Ms Cassandra. I could be forced to wear restrictive or embarrassing clothing that can be hid under my regular clothing. Chastity is a fairly incognito way to occupy my thoughts. I could also write lines the old fashioned way, with a pencil and paper. These conditions would apply to the weekends that aren’t Ms Cassandra’s as well.

On Ms Cassandra’s weekends, the sky is the limit. Spring and Summer are coming, and I really do want to get out and do alot this year. On the other hand, it will be better if I earn it. And if I don’t, I’ll suffer. And I could even suffer just for her amusement and sadistic indulgence. These really are the best times to play big games. Extended self bondage predicaments are always a hit. Anything from hours spread eagled in a deprivation hood to full days held captive in a dark closet. So many possibilities….