Macintosh discipline. (F/m non exp)
Posted: May 17th, 2021, 3:15 pm
'Why are we here?'
'Because you've been a very bad boy'
In front of me were racks and racks of very shiny macks, in various colours, in various lengths, sizes and designs.
'You came home pissed again last night didn't you. So Im going to put a stop to it'.
I laughed. 'What, by buying me one of those' I scoffed and pointed.
'We'll see, now put this on'.
She picked out a bright red, very very shiny vinyl macintosh with a huge attached hood, shook it and held it out, 'you're having a laugh, Im not wearing that!'
'Oh yes you are, and if you dont, you dont get this back', she draped the mac over the rail, from her coat pocket she produced my Spurs season ticket tore it in half, and then gave it to me.
I was gobsmacked, 'hang on, this is just a copy,'
'I know, I have your original tucked away safely along with a couple of other of your cherished items', she smiled sweetly, holding the red mac back up, 'now put it on!'
Half an hour later, I could be seen sheepishly climbing out of her car, resplendent in my new shiny red mac. Perfect timing as the drizzling rain meant the shiny lined hood was up and tied off in a bow. The full length zip pulled up to my chin. Wide belt cinched tightly, the tell tale thick collar, currently locked on preventing removal. I twirled expecting strange glances from neighbours, but the street was empty. I was acutely aware of the rustling, crackling and creaking of the heavy vinyl as I moved. 'You cant, you really cant be serious' my moans fell on deaf ears.
'From now on' she announced, snapping several photos of me on her phone, as she spoke, you wear your macks whenever I tell you, I'll decide if and when you are allowed to go out'. Holding aloft two other bags containing a blue, and a black, matching macintoshes. 'You will learn to enjoy having a little variety. Ive always liked the look and feel of shiny soft vinyl. I might even buy one or two for myself.
'Now, I suggest you do as you are told, otherwise these pictures get sent to your mates and to your pub. This is not a threat. Its a promise'.
Front door opening, 'You can stay like that until I say otherwise, I have to say, you do look very sexy in red. Now a nice cup of tea would be nice. Chop chop. Get on with it'.
I was going to argue but two things really confused me. Firstly, very confusingly, I was oddly starting to like the feeling I was getting, and secondly, why have I got such a stiffy!!!
'Because you've been a very bad boy'
In front of me were racks and racks of very shiny macks, in various colours, in various lengths, sizes and designs.
'You came home pissed again last night didn't you. So Im going to put a stop to it'.
I laughed. 'What, by buying me one of those' I scoffed and pointed.
'We'll see, now put this on'.
She picked out a bright red, very very shiny vinyl macintosh with a huge attached hood, shook it and held it out, 'you're having a laugh, Im not wearing that!'
'Oh yes you are, and if you dont, you dont get this back', she draped the mac over the rail, from her coat pocket she produced my Spurs season ticket tore it in half, and then gave it to me.
I was gobsmacked, 'hang on, this is just a copy,'
'I know, I have your original tucked away safely along with a couple of other of your cherished items', she smiled sweetly, holding the red mac back up, 'now put it on!'
Half an hour later, I could be seen sheepishly climbing out of her car, resplendent in my new shiny red mac. Perfect timing as the drizzling rain meant the shiny lined hood was up and tied off in a bow. The full length zip pulled up to my chin. Wide belt cinched tightly, the tell tale thick collar, currently locked on preventing removal. I twirled expecting strange glances from neighbours, but the street was empty. I was acutely aware of the rustling, crackling and creaking of the heavy vinyl as I moved. 'You cant, you really cant be serious' my moans fell on deaf ears.
'From now on' she announced, snapping several photos of me on her phone, as she spoke, you wear your macks whenever I tell you, I'll decide if and when you are allowed to go out'. Holding aloft two other bags containing a blue, and a black, matching macintoshes. 'You will learn to enjoy having a little variety. Ive always liked the look and feel of shiny soft vinyl. I might even buy one or two for myself.
'Now, I suggest you do as you are told, otherwise these pictures get sent to your mates and to your pub. This is not a threat. Its a promise'.
Front door opening, 'You can stay like that until I say otherwise, I have to say, you do look very sexy in red. Now a nice cup of tea would be nice. Chop chop. Get on with it'.
I was going to argue but two things really confused me. Firstly, very confusingly, I was oddly starting to like the feeling I was getting, and secondly, why have I got such a stiffy!!!