A party and it's consequeces mean lots of bondage

Sunday, 13^th March

We had a good time at the party, Django loved having Ben around. I knew most people, as it was almost only doctors there, Ben was a bit bored. He talked to some people about moving to Sweden and settling in. We were the first to leave, on the way home he confessed to me he had found it not easy. He thought most of the guests were elitist and pretentious. I must admit, I found some of the conversations quite tedious. Some people think because they are doctors they are a better person. Saturday morning Ben apologised for not enjoying the party very much and “making me leave early”. I assured him it was ok, I had been ready to leave, it was me who suggested it.

He would not have it, and we had an argument. He might have provoked it. I sent him to his cell. Usually it is open, I locked it. I felt bad about doing it, it is not really a punishment, it is his space, he feels comfortable in there. But still, I had the upper hand, I was in control. I served him his meals, I let him go to the bathroom. I only spoke when necessary. He had no books, no music, I had closed the blinds, and switched the lights off and on at random intervals, he lost the feeling for time. He ruined his and my day, because I had to be there.

I took him into the shower this morning and told him he better make it up to me that I was shut in the house all day yesterday. I was still angry. After a silent breakfast I took him out into the car. I pulled up in front of a Catholic Church, the service was about to start. We were walking up to the entrance, he got slower and slower. Finally I turned around, he had tears in his eyes. He really dreaded going to a church service! I was not going in anyway, I cannot stand church. I assured him it had been my plan to not go in. We walked back home, I'll pick up the car tomorrow. We had a good talk. Sometime during the evening Ben was reminded that the anniversary of his sisters death had been the day before. He was angry with himself that he had not remembered, and he had provoked the argument on Saturday, he wanted to be punished. He apologised again for being so selfish. I asked him what am I supposed to do now, I cannot punish you again. He answered I am sure you can come up with something. For a second I considered to put him into the cellar for an hour. Then I decided on a different tactic. We had lunch, and then I secured him to the frame, with his arms by his side. Usually bondage is something nice, this position was not. After an hour I came back, he had digested his food by now and could take it. I secured his arms above, and gave him some strokes with the whip. I had to concentrate to administer short, sharp strokes. I did not draw blood, but the marks will be visible for days. He did not cry, he did not moan. When I released him he dropped to his knees and hugged my legs. I had put the special cage into the living room and positioned him in it. I lowered the cage down as far as possible, again, not comfortable. After about 90minutes I could see he was fighting cramps, so I let him out. We had a snack, and then I took him to bed for a nap. He was quite tired, but could not sleep. I asked him to tell me about his sister, which he enjoyed. We just lay there, it was nice. We had a light dinner, and now the slave is sitting on the floor, chained to the post. He looks content.