Separating the sane from the psychotic. Or: a memorable task.

Dear readers,

those of you who follow my blog know that I have written some larger tasks in the past, most notably the 1000 lines for Senorita Sanchez at the beginning of this year. Back then I said that I never want to do that again. And here I am, venturing into those areas again ...

I must be insane.

Last week was rather exhausting at work. On Thursday evening I made myself comfortable on the couch, grabbed a comic graphic novel and tried to relax. The book was "Batman: The Killing Joke". The book cover says:

One bad day. According to the grinning engine of madness and mayhem known as The Joker, that's all that separates the sane from the psychotic. [...]

 Was I about to have a bad day?

As per my agreement with Miss Melanie I always keep the Yahoo Messenger running when I'm at home so that she knows when I'm there (in addition to her knowing my schedule).

So I was just reading the first few pages when I heard a message notification. Without looking I knew that it was a message from Miss Melanie. I somehow knew.

Ich möchte von dir bis Sonntag 750 Zeilen "Ich darf diese Zeilen schreiben, während Miss Melanie ein schönes, verlängertes Wochenende in Paris verbringt." (Translation: I want you to write 750 times until Sunday "I may write these lines while Miss Melanie spends a nice extended weekend in Paris.")

That's it. No "hello", no nothing. Just the plain order to write those lines. I was speechless. I couldn't even type a proper reply at first. Again, I somehow knew in advance that she would set me a weekend task because I told her that I had no plans for the weekend. But still, I was awe-stricken by the scope. And the content.

Because that's pretty much why I like written punishments. The sub has to write for hours and hours while the domme is enjoying her time. And traveling to another city, especially Paris, is about as enjoyable as it gets.

And the sentence just hammered this home, 750 times.

My imagination went on overdrive - in that moment and throughout the next days - imagining what Miss Melanie could be doing right now. Shopping perhaps (though .. for many woman it's not that much fun to find some fitting clothes ... but hey, it's a fantasy, right?), or dining at a posh french restaurant. Or one of those bistros? Or doing some sightseeing? The possibilities, her possibilities were endless.

On the other hand: mine? Not so much. I was sitting on my wooden chair, in the corner of the room, with a pen in my aching hand and nothing to look forward to than working through this boring, tedious task over the next few days. To top that off, I felt rather uncomfortable in my school uniform. Either it was too cold so that my legs were cold or, once I turned up the radiator, it got so warm that it got too warm under my wool blazer. I really love-hate my school uniform at the moment.

Now you may think: Miss Melanie is in Paris, so you could have safely taken off your blazer. But no, I'm an exemplary sub and do as I'm told even when I'm not supervised...

... hehe, yeah, that was a joke, But believe it or not, in this particular case it's true.

Plus, at least for a part of my task I was supervised via webcam. I introduced my dear friend in the last post, let's call her "Fräulein S." for now. We're both switchers and she has written a rather extensive task for me already, so I assume that she enjoyed seeing me writing lines for a change. She also was aware of my uniform rules and even noted that I put on the blazer only at the very last minute before beginning to write. I felt safely controlled and taken care of, in a strange way.

Thursday evening
I received Miss Melanie's task at around 8 pm and started writing at around 8:45 or something like that.

 

 

Writing those first 100 lines on Thursday took me almost exactly 2 hours. So I knew that I would need at least another 13 hours to complete the task, if I could maintain this writing speed.

Friday afternoon/evening
I began writing after work at around 4:30 pm. Still exhausted from my work week (and being rather distracted by Fräulein S.' messages on WhatsApp ;-)) I wrote much slower than the day before.

On the positive side, I kinda felt good because I managed to make my tie knot in a way that the grey stripe connected perfectly.

 

 

 

 

 

At this point it was 9:45 and I was ready to call it a day. However, Fräulein S. insisted that I complete half of my 750 lines on this day and send her a photo as proof - and then went to bed.  So here I was, having to write another 2 hours on a Friday night while my task-setter had a fun vacation in Paris and my supervisor was sleeping in her comfy bed. Great. Couldn't get better than that. Really. Like ... argh, who am I kidding? It was awful. Good-awful. You know what I mean, don't you?

 

 

Saturday ... pretty much all day
50% done, 50% to go. I didn't get much sleep in the night before because I chose to get up early to watch the Formula 1 Qualifying in Suzuka (one of the best tracks in the calendar - wouldn't want to miss that).
Bad idea.
Baaaaaad idea.

I was tired all day and that doesn't actually help when writing lines, whether you want to believe that or not. Still, I somehow managed to complete the task. Not just because I wanted to get it done, but also because Fräulein S. insisted that I complete it on Saturday - it's in my own best interest, as she said.

Starting at around 9 am it took me until 11 pm to complete the lines. Thanks to my aching hand (and a few other distractions) the second 50% took me much longer than the first 50%. I estimate around 10,5 hours (2 hours more than for the first 50%) of writing, breaks excluded.

But again, I felt super awesome because the stripes on my tie connected perfectly - this time the grey and maroon stripe. It was a small consolation. Very small. Negligible. But on days like this you take whatever you get.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now, usually I'm rather "euphoric" when I reach the final page. But this time I was nothing but tired. My hand hurt, my neck hurt (from looking downwards all day), my legs were cold again, and I just wanted to finish this task. But I still had to pause twice during those final 10 lines to relax my hand. It was awful.

At least I have a free day today. You really learn to value your free time when it can easily be taken away from you. The order Miss Melanie gave me took her just a few seconds to write - I had to waste 19 hours to complete her task.

So in the end there's the question of why I am doing this, particularly if I wasn't even euphoric when I finished the task. I have no idea, to be honest. Yes, there's the vague desire to please others. But is this really enough?

Perhaps I'm simply not sane, as The Joker suggests.

But I think I had some good days.

-Cornelia

P.S.: And you know what? It actually feels kinda wrong that I don't have to write anymore today even though Miss Melanie is still in Paris. So I guess I'm really not that sane after all. ;-)

Drumroll, please.

Dear readers,

guess what was in the mail the other day...

I was totally surprised because I didn't expect my new uniform to be delivered until the end of February. Not that I'd be complaining though.

Summer uniform

    

My first impression of the summer dress: I like the fabric of the dress. And it would be really comfy to wear - if it wouldn't be so tight in the chest and shoulder area. If it was just a tiny bit narrower the seams would probably burst. So I'm not quite sure if I can pull this off as summer uniform. In everyday wear the dress will probably be ruined pretty quickly. It's a shame, because it really looks nice (well, it would look better on a thinner person). The bow in the back is a nice touch, too.

Oh, and I almost died of laughter when I read the following advice:

Keep away from fire ... who would have thought that? It's a good thing that they've put it in there. :o)


Winter uniform

First impression: It looks a lot better than my old uniform. My old uniform was basically navy blue from head to toe. The new uniform looks much more colorful and "friendly". The new gymslip is also shorter than the old one. I think it has the perfect length now. The blazer also fits better at the arms/sleeves.

I love it. Yeah, I think I'm in love with my new (winter) uniform. It's totally comfy and it looks pretty. 

I wonder if I will wear this uniform more often, compared to the old one...

Anyway, keep away from the fire, people.

- Cornelia

Ordering my new uniform

Dear readers,

I pondered a lot over the last few days and I finally came to the conclusion to take the poll results as they are now. Even if it is obvious that someone has tempered with it, there's no way of knowing if there are other manipulated votes as well. And when you start to discard one set of votes - where do you stop? I therefore will buy my new school uniform according to the results.

My new uniform looks like this:

Winter maroon blazer maroon cardigan white long-sleeved blouse and necktie grey gymslip maroon knickers white knee socks (maroon?) felt hat

Summer maroon blazer summer dress or white long-sleeved blouse, necktie and grey gymslip maroon knickers white ankle socks (maroon?) felt hat

Before I change my mind again I have already ordered most of the stuff. The only missing things are the cardigan, the felt hat and the summer dress. Some of the voters have provided me with other online shops though, so I will have a look there.

- Cornelia

Closing the uniform poll prematurely because of manipulation

Dear readers,

sadly I have to inform you that I had to close my school uniform poll prematurely because someone has been manipulating it over the last few days, possibly even right from the start.

The MisterPoll website lets me - as poll creator - see more detailed poll results. I can view not only the overall results but also what each single voter has selected. There's an uncanny accumulation of identical or almost-identical votes which have been repeatedly submitted in quick succession (over the course of just a couple of minutes each).

The intention of the poll was to assemble my new school uniform by the "hive mind", to let others select my uniform for me because a real schoolgirl couldn't select her own uniform as well. Now while this is mostly still the case even though someone has voted several times, it clearly undermines the votes of others, giving one person an unjustifiable advantage, and manipulates the "hive mind's" intentions.

I will deliberate over the weekend whether I will simply buy the uniform items that I like, or whether to try and "clean up" the poll results, discarding obvious forged entries.

I'm sad that one person tried to spoil the fun not only for me but probably also for at least some of the other voters. I'm sure there were some doms/teachers among them who took pleasure in selecting my uniform items but whose vote is negligible thanks to the manipulations.

And to the manipulator ... I'm pretty sure I know who you are. And I'm really angry because I told you to stop but instead you even increased the manipulations. Shame on you.

- Cornelia

It's not summer yet but...

Dear readers,

the interim results of my new school uniform poll show that most voters want my summer uniform to consist of a summer dress (and I really hope I can find one in my size). I hadn't thought that this would get so many votes, that's why I didn't include a question from my first poll again: "if 'dress' gets the most votes, may I also wear the blouse/skirt-combo (whichever gets most votes from those) optionally?" (note: the current runner-up in the interim results would be a short-sleeved blouse, tie, and gymslip)

So what do you think? Should I be only allowed to wear the dress? Or should I be allowed to choose independently between dress and blouse/gymslip every day - or should there be rules when to wear which of those (e.g. blouse/gymslip has to be worn in detentions or on formal occasions)?

Please leave a comment :)

- Cornelia

Please select my new school uniform

Dear readers,

as I have mentioned earlier, I'd like to buy a new school uniform. Because a real schoolgirl cannot select her own uniform on her own either (but instead has to wear what the school tells her to wear), I have created another poll and want to let you decide what uniform I should wear. (maybe I should do this every year ;-))

Please select my new school uniform here. Your help is very much appreciated. :-)
Please select all the colors/items that you like, so I can see which items are in 2nd and 3rd place etc. in case I can't acquire the winning item.

The poll runs until 31st January. I will try to buy the items with the most votes, but please understand that it may not be possible to acquire the exact "winning uniform" (because it's either too expensive or - more likely - not available in my size).

Thank you,
Cornelia

Day 360 - Has it really been that long?

Dear readers,

I can't believe I haven't updated that blog for two and a half months. Is there anybody still reading it? Please let me know in the comments.

During the past few weeks I had the chance to do some homework (instead of just punishments...because I'm a well-behaved girl *giggle*) thanks to some teachers from the Written Punishment group. Here are two excerpts:

The first homework task was by my German teacher Mr. Simon. I had to write out the most important German writers and information about them

 

 

Another homework was set by Senorita Sanchez. I had to draw a map of Europe including all countries and their capitals, and write a list with those countries and capitals.

 

That was really fun and interesting. I remember that many of our textbooks in school (in the mid-90s) were so old that they didn't even include a unified Germany, let alone all those new countries that came into existance after the fall of the Sovjet Union. I somehow never really bothered to have a close look on those eastern countries of Europe. But now I know them, thanks to Senorita Sanchez' homework.


Speaking of Senorita Sanchez: She was adamant to change some tiny things about my uniform rules. Since I have almost completed one year I think that should be possible. She wants me to wear socks or wool tights in navy blue rather than white. The tights have to be worn during the winter term when it's below 18°C inside, otherwise I have to wear the knee socks.

Here are a few pictures of the knee socks:

 

...the wool tights:

 

and another "fun photo" of my "photoshoot":

Isn't it a pity that curtseys have gone out of fashion?

And again, please let me know if anyone is still reading this. ;-)

- Cornelia