Peeking behind the blinds

I spent a little while yesterday reading blogs, navigating myself around by clicking on people's links in the comments, because to be truthful I have no idea how else to do it, then I couldn't work out how to follow a blog until someone kindly helped me.  Oh and I also have to work out about doing a blog roll, which would certainly make it easier for me to find the blogs I enjoy reading so far and ones I might discover in the future.

As we lay in bed last night, I was talking to Master about the posts I had read, and how I was enjoying listening to people about their experiences/their thoughts, I think listening is an apt word to use because although it's writing it's still people behind that writing opening themselves up and allowing others glimpses into their life, well that's how I look at it.

I was concerned when I started this myself about how much information is too much, in respect of the not 'normal' aspects of how we live but Master said to remember that this was for me, I should write for me, and I shouldn't shy away from what's on my mind or whatever comes to mind to write about, and I should not feel in any way ashamed, and I don't but yeah there is that element of being unsure! however with that he then gave me conditions on what is out of bounds, but he didn't need to it's no different to subjects he prefers me to not be a part of in daily life.

So, what's on my mind this late afternoon is what happened this morning, I should maybe backtrack to how the events of this morning took the turn they did.  The previous morning our son and I were in the kitchen talking and I was saying to him about how it was taking me longer to do the chores in the kitchen, longer than usual which meant that it then had impact on getting to other chores much later, it was just conversation and Master walked in on said conversation halfway through.

And he took interest, too much interest, to the point I sensed where this might go and so I tried to take conversation to another topic, nope he wasn't letting this drop, our son left for college Master sat at the island and asked me to explain the problem, nope it's not a problem I was just chatting! really it's no big deal, and again nope he wasn't going to be deterred, and starts an interrogation, he wants every single detail, and so it all spills out.  Right, so, because of covid I was taking extra precautions with cleaning, like wiping down cupboard doors, handles etc, something I would usually do on a weekly basis rather than daily, unless needed.  But, what I was really pained to admit to, but did, was that actually what was causing me to take longer was the garden!

Our kitchen is at the back of the house and overlooks the garden, of which part of it is a nature garden, I had always wanted a section of garden for that purpose, and Master for my birthday last year made it happen, it's full of wild flowers, tall grass, bug hotels, hedgehog hotels, bird feeders, we have a badger visiting in the late evenings, and a small pond it's lovely and as was the purpose of it, it is attracting nature, it also attracts my attention, and I find myself looking out at the birds.. and loosing time.

So, as I correctly anticipated Master decided he would 'help' me with this problem, I successfully held down a groan, he wanted to know how long it used to take me to complete the chores compared to now, and had me write a list of all said chores that needed to be done the following morning.

Consequently this morning I found myself doing the kitchen chores wearing nipple clamps, and the bloody clover ones, not my favourite, well pretty much any form of nipple torture I'm not a fan of at all, this is Master's way of helping!

He put them on, deep breathes, damn I hate them, and he proceeded to explain that they would stay on until all chores in the kitchen were completed, furthermore he would come and check on my progress in half an hour and if not completed he would add weights and for every 10 minutes from then he would add more.

I smiled, "yes Master" although I think perhaps my smile bore more of a resemblance to the clown from the film It rather than that of a sweet, compliant slave!  darn did I move, the pain does eventually settle, I couldn't focus on knowing they had to come off at some point because I needed get going, I did get one set of weights added, of which I really couldn't distract myself from because every movement had them swinging, so it was either move quickly and endure the pain or move slower and risk having more added, I went for moving quicker.

End result, kitchen was tidied and cleaned in record time, I went to Master's study, kneeled waiting for him to acknowledge me, when he finally did and beckoned me to him, hands behind my back he removed the clamps, asking if I thought I would need further help tomorrow morning, "no, Master I shall keep the blinds down to avoid distraction until I have finished in the kitchen, but thankyou" that made him chuckle.