Celery

Posted on | January 20, 2010 | 14 Comments

So yesterday I meted out my first punishment.  That is, I gave a punishment to Hylas, which was a new thing for me.

In this relationship Hylas and I have, I’m the boss and he’s the pet. And while we’re pretty relaxed about our power dynamic, there’s one thing that he always has to do – and that’s have his neckwire on before I arrive, and not take it off until after I leave.

Wearing his neckwire like that is something which we consensually decided upon. When we completed our BDSM and fetish checklists last year it quickly became clear that he really liked wearing something that showed he was mine – he had been wearing a large rubber collar every time I saw him, and we both liked what that signified.  However it was rather bulky, and he was uncomfortable wearing it out in public, especially in his neighbourhood.  Finding the neckwire – something he could wear outside, in the shower, and to sleep in (not to mention inside his outfits) – meant he could have something which claimed him, and claimed him as mine.

So he always wears his neckwire. I don’t ever see him without it, and we both like it like that (not to mention he looks so damned sexy wearing it). Knowing that I can tug on it while we’re seated at a restaurant, or turn it around so the clasp is at the back as we walk down the road? It’s hot. It’s subtle. And it’s definitely a power exchange.

So when I arrived on Monday afternoon, and he didn’t have it on? Not good.

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He’d meant to put it on. He knew I was on my way, and he knew when I’d arrived. It was sitting on his desk, ready to be put on. But when the door opened, and he came down the stairs? No neckwire.

I noticed pretty quickly. And he told me he’d realised that he had forgotten it just about as quickly as I noticed. Silly pet!

I told him that forgetting it would mean a punishment. I had no idea what that punishment was going to be, though. Until, a short while later …

We were in the toy pile, snuggling and talking. One of the things Hylas is not particularly happy about is what he terms his ‘podge’ – his stomach. He was talking about how he needs to eat less and exercise more in so her can work it off, be somewhat slimmer, and fit his outfits better!

And then he made a crack about celery. Because, as many of you probably know, eating celery causes negative calories – the amount you burn eating and digesting it is greater than the amount you gain from having eaten it.

And he hates celery. So of course I had an epiphany.

“I know what your punishment is going to be,” I said somewhat gleefully. “And to make it worse, you thought of it yourself. Tomorrow I’m going to feed you three stalks of celery!”

He groaned and made a face. So it was definitely going to be a good punishment.

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Normally Hylas describes me as a ‘benevolent’ boss. Tuesday I was, well, not so benevolent – I was poking fun. I spent a delightful afternoon teasing him by sending youtube clips of celery songs (like the one below), pictures of celery-covered clothing, and terrible jokes involving the vegetable. I was quite enjoying making him squirm – was that mean of me? Probably, yes.

When I arrived at his place, the first thing I saw was him looking out the window as I arrived – so I waved the head of celery at him! I could see the grimace even two floors up.

Once I got inside, there was hugs, a gentle tugging of the neckwire (and a gleam in my eye as I did so), and then I washed and prepped the celery while he went and got his wool-lined cuffs (extra punishment in this hot weather).  The head contained 5 good-sized stalks, and I made sure they were all ready to be used – because if he behaved I might feed him smaller ones, and if he didn’t it might have to be bigger pieces. Not that I told him so – where would be the fun in that?

We moved to the lounge, and I got him to kneel down so I could cuff his hands behind his back. I locked the cuffs in place (seeing as he’d been so kind as to provide a combination lock along with the cuffs), and then we moved him, as kneeling wouldn’t be good for the punishment – he’d get leg-cramp. We quickly discovered that sitting on the couch wouldn’t work, as his arms were too long to be behind him comfortably. Eventually we got him seated sideways on a chair, arms dangling behind him, while sat comfortably, if somewhat lower than him, on the couch. And then it was time.

You’d think I’d be nervous. I thought I would be. But I wasn’t – I was anticipatory instead.

I’d deliberately not blind-folded Hylas – I wanted to him to see every preparation, and I wanted to be able to see all his expressions. So, he watched as I chopped the first celery stalk into pieces. I’d deliberately selected the largest stalk first, just because I could.

Putting down the knife, I picked up the first piece and fed it to him. Crunch crunch crunch. Grimace. Crunch. Swallow. Nope, he really didn’t like celery! But that’s what made it such a good punishment.

I continued to feed him pieces, one by one. Usually I popped them into his mouth, but sometimes I got him to mouth them off the palm of my hand (so damned hot). And as we neared the end of the first stalk, I ate the final piece.

It took a long time for him to eat the three stalks of celery (even though stalks two and three were not the largest ones left). Each time he reached the end of the stalk, I had a piece. I really like celery, so it wasn’t a punishment for me! I took a lot of pleasure from feeding him (as I always do), from knowing he was eating something he didn’t like (because I’d asked it), and enjoying his discomfort in a way that I never thought I would. I also enjoyed the fact that it made him aroused, even as he didn’t enjoy himself.

I liked punishing him.

That wigged me out a wee bit.

In the end, though, the celery was all finished; the punishment complete. His cock hard. And now that the punishment was done, it was time for a reward – because he’d comported himself well.

It was safe to say that Hylas really doesn’t like celery. And that he is never going to forget to put his neckwire on again …

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