Clarissa's Diary

So, Diary, I wanted to tell you about the training that Daddy is giving me. I came to his house one day after school and he was just opening a package he ordered for me. I can't really call them shoes, because they aren't. They are actually more like ankle collars. He adjusted them so they go tightly around my ankles and then there are two little chains the run from each side down to my toes where a ring slips around my big toe. This is so when they are adjusted properly the collars on my ankles won't turn left or right, but always be pointed in one direction. This is important because at the back of the collars are a metal piece that goes down behind my heel and curves under it, like an inch or so below the sole of my foot. And mounted on top of that part is a spike that points up to the sole of my foot.

Daddy got this device to train me to walk on the toes of my feet. Sort of like I'm wearing high heels, but with nothing to support me under the back of my foot. If I forget and start to let the back of my foot go down too much it hits the spike and then, ouch!

Daddy wanted to train me because he thinks it will help me learn to be submissive and he likes the look of me on my toes, like a ballerina.

I was a bit scared of these at first, but as I'm now Daddy's collared pet (since I turned eighteen) I obeyed and let him put them on me.

It was really hard at first and I couldn't do it for more than a few minutes, but as the weeks when by I got much better and now I can do it for over an hour. I was actually very proud when Daddy said it was time to change from the training spikes to the real spikes.

The training spikes a sort of dull. If you accidently come down on them it's like stepping on a Lego. It hurts, but it doesn't break the skin. The real spikes come to a sharp point and if you step on them they go right though your skin.

I remember watching Daddy unscrew the training spikes and attach the real spikes. They looked so sharp! But I was really proud when he actually put them on me and I started walking around wearing them. I mean, yes, if I ever come down on them it will really hurt and draw blood, but it's also exciting to kind of live dangerously by wearing them!

It kind of reminds me of the first time Daddy took me out for ice cream at night and I was wearing a really short skirt with no panties underneath. It makes you nervous that the wind might blows things up and everybody sees your ass and cunny, but it's real exciting too!

I have to say I really like they way that the training has improved the look of my legs. You can see my calf muscles are much more shapely and I feel better about wearing really short skirts.

I have to tell you I have this secret fantasy: That one day I'm walking down a street in town, not wearing panties, but a short, flirty skirt. Suddenly the wind blows up my skirt so that everybody can see and a moment later I hear a car crash because some guy gets so distracted by seeing my ass and pussy he rear ends another car! Not that I'd want anybody to get hurt. Just a fender bender would do! But I love the idea of causing an accident because some random guy couldn't take his eyes off me!

Anyway, Daddy came up with a game that he likes to use the ankles things with. He calls it "Molesting the Maid." I put on this short flouncy black skirt (think of a French maid type bottom) with a tiny white apron and a white off-the-shoulder crop top and a white bow in my hair. Then Daddy puts the ankle things on me (he does it because they have a key and they lock on me so only Daddy can take them off). He also hobbles me with a short chain between the ankle collars so I can't run (well, I couldn't run anyway or I'd likely put a spike through my sole). Daddy, though, also likes the way the chain that hobbles me forces me to sort of place one foot in front of the other as I walk because I causes my ass to swing and sway and he says it looks hot!

He took some pictures of me dressed up like this and I have to admit I sort of look hot and cute at the same time!

Anyway, after I'm all dressed (but not wearing panties or a bra) he sends me off to do the dishes. As I'm working in front of the sink he comes up behind me and starts playing with me. Like first massaging my shoulders, then kissing my neck and finally squeezing my tits through the top and then slipping his hands under my top to play with my nipples.

I have to pretend like I'm a hired maid and I will get fired if I stop washing the dishes and I really need the money. Like he's doing this to me and I can't stop it.

Daddy had been giving me maintenance beatings for a while now, usually on every other Friday night and I have to admit that I've gotten to the point of looking forwards to them! Even the canings which make me cry and leave welts are worth the pleasure I get from the aftercare as I lay across his lap and he strokes my hair and tells me what a good obedient girl I am. Daddy was afraid, however, that I was getting too willing about the punishment and he wanted to find something I would really, really want to avoid. He certainly found it in a ginger root!

Apparently this was done back in the old days to make spankings and more intense. He carves a ginger root, taking the rough skin off, into the shape of a large butt plug and inserts it into my ass before spanking or caning. At first the feeling isn't too bad as it just warm, but after a couple of minutes it starts to really hot!

He did this to teach me to accept my caning better. I had a habit of clenching my butt before each stroke to make it hurt less. Daddy said that was bad, however. I need to accept the pain, not try and avoid it to show I understood that this was being done for my own good to make me a more docile and submissive little girl.

By putting the ginger root butt plug in my bottom before caning, it keeps me from clenching my butt. If I do, it squeezes the root and I get a fresh bunch of juice rushing up my butt! It's like setting my asshole on fire! His plan was successful, however, as I don't clench my butt anymore and just accept all the pain of the cane on my ass without trying to resist it.

Anyway, before we do the "Molesting the Maid" game he carves a ginger root into a butt plug and inserts it into my butt. He doesn't use lube as he says the ginger root is slippery enough itself and he does want the lube to dilute the ginger root juices.

So, part of this game is I'm not allowed to resist him or stop doing the dishes. Also, I'm not allowed to cum.

This is really hard! Especially when he starts slipping his hand under my skirt and plays with my pussy. He's very good at touching me and getting me wet. He slips his fingers inside me and then uses his thumb to stroke my clit. I can feel him get the root of my clit inside me between this thumb and his fingers and sort of squeeze it and roll it and that just make me so aroused! He loves to force me to an orgasm against my will and I have to admit the whole thing is so, so exciting!

The thing is that if I cum I know I'm going to clench my butt really hard when it happens. I can't help it! And then the ginger root juices will be all up inside me and it's really going to hurt. I'm super sensitive to it and the burning won't go away for hours!

Like half the time I manage to avoid cumming and half the time I do climax. The last time that happened Daddy also picked me up, bent me over the sink, then right then and there mounted me and fucked my pussy and I came a second time and got another round of the ginger juice! I have to admit that being fucked hard with a ginger root up my butt created a mind blowing orgasm, but my butt was burning and I was crying for the rest to the day!

Well, even though I climaxed when he fucked me and got burned by the ginger root I, I'm proud to say I never went off my toes and avoided the spikes the whole time!

The ankle collars with the spikes have also helped also me to master high heels and platform high heels. I wear them much more these days when Daddy takes me to BDSM events. What's really funny is I remember when I was younger my ballet teacher never could get me to stay up on my toes enough! Too bad she didn't have these ankle collars with the spikes to use on me! They would have done the trick! LOL