Yesterday at 2:38 PM

Sorry, this post and my previous post are a little out of order -- I just wanted to write about my reward before this!

So Sunday morning I had received an e-mail from my boss stating that I needed to go in to the office to sign some paperwork. A bit frustrating, since that meant driving 45 minutes there, five minutes in the office and 45 minutes back, but it was that or no job and, frankly, I like my job. So yesterday morning, I got up bright and early (well, less bright than early) and started getting ready.

When an idea struck.

See, a few weeks ago (back about here) she asked me to come up with a list of little kinky things she could have me do throughout the day or when she wasn't home as a reward for good behavior or because she was feeling mischievous or because she felt like telling me to do them. So I did, listing things that were incredible turn ons and things that I thought might be more of things for me to endure, trying to cover as many different things as possible that I could do to myself or that she could do with very minimal effort. While I won't share the full list with you, one of the things I put on there was to pick my clothes for me and another was to have me wear a collared shirt and tie with cable ties (a la Her knight) to force me to keep it on all day.

While that one didn't thrill me, I decided that since I had to dress up somewhat anyway, I may as well go all the way. Slacks, button up shirt, tie, all on nice and sharp... and then the cable ties. I didn't have anything longer than 8" so I ended up with three around my neck, but they still didn't show under my collar and had me in an incredibly submissive space the rest of the day. While I knew it was just plastic around the fabric that was driving me nuts, if I wasn't paying attention it felt like I was being allowed to wear my collar. All day. In public.

Fucking. Hot.

Who would have thought that 6 cents worth of plastic zip ties could get me in the same mindset as my leather collar? Every time that it got uncomfortable or that I wanted to loosen it, I knew that I couldn't. She knew I was wearing the zip ties. She would know if I had cut them off. It was up to her, not me, when they came off. Sure enough, I wore that shirt and tie for more than 12 hours yesterday, until we were heading to bed and she finally told me to strip so I could get my reward for a positive review last week.

At more than one point during the day, she mentioned that I could be in trouble. She really seemed to like it, and was really impressed by my attitude throughout the day. I got a lot of things done around the house and outside the house, despite the hour and a half taken out of my day for driving to and from the office, and still managed to spend time with her and help out with the kids. I hope I can keep every day as productive and focused on her as I kept yesterday... although part of me still fears the day she comes home from the store with an armful of button up shirts and a bag of zip ties!