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Questions for Dominants {Part II}

8 Oct

What’s the best thing about being dominant, outside of play?

“Self-confidence.”  Sir says that ‘s the best thing.  

It could even be the quality a dominant  most needs to posses.  i can’t imagine a dominant without it.

“Confidence in oneself and one’s abilities.”  

That’s the definition, and really, i can hardly think of anything worse than someone trying to dominate me who’s not sure of what he or she is doing.   i guess lack of it could be the most detrimental thing for a dominant.

That doesn’t mean they have to be skilled at everything.  They could be in the middle of learning something and practice on me.  That wouldn’t undermine the dynamic.

But they would need to have the self-onfidence to say they were practicing.  If they pretended to be an expert, and weren’t, that would be a real problem for me.

And they need confidence in their ability to master the skill.  As they practice, i want to feel comfortable and safe.

So they need a certain amount of skill to back up whatever they’re trying.   Over confidence in  rope suspension, or knife play, could really damage me.

{You see how these questions are going, right?  Sir gives a simple, direct answer, and i wander around with it….}

Are there parts of a submissive or slave’s life that you feel a dominant shouldn’t exert influence over?

Sir said, “Yes. Personal career growth.”  i was nodding agreement, and He thought a minute before He added, “Family – relationships with grown children who aren’t my children.”

i was nodding on that one too.  Those may not be the best answers for everyone, but they are for me.

There was a Dom i knew once, we were just talking on-line, but he used to talk about how he was going to have me wear a butt-plug at work.  Or one of those remote control vibrators, and when he’d text me, i’d have to turn it on no matter what i was doing.

i’m sure that would work well for some people.  However.  In my work, i need to be mentally and emotionally present for the client i’m seeing.  If someone is telling me details of their life story, it would not be ok for me to be distracted by a butt plug.  It just wouldn’t.

Beyond that, no one else could tell me what career path to follow.  They just couldn’t.  Finding my way through that is part of my own spiritual journey.

So i’m nodding agreement.  Sir thinks for a minute and goes on to say, “We may have some interaction around those things, i may give advice or guidance, but not control. If I suggest something in those area, i expect you to listen, but you may or may not do what I’m suggesting.”

We talk about that a little bit, different circumstances i’ve been in and how his  advice or thoughts on it have been helpful to me.  He really listens to me, and offers suggestion in an indirect way.  He tells stories, or shares His own experience, and that works well for me.  i’m eager to learn what He offers, even i decide it doesn’t apply to my situation.

Finally, He says, “If something relates to me directly, or to the house, I’m comfortable telling you what I want.  And I’m confident you’ll do it.  I like to give you freedom within a task –  you don’t need to be micro-managed.”

He adds, “I’m confident you can do it well, and if you can’t, ~ well, you know, you’ll pay with your ass, right?”   He laughs, and i do too, but really?

That’s really right, isn’t it?  i don’t have to worry so much about whether i’ve done it exactly right or not.  If i haven’t, i’ll pay with my ass.  

And if i do, if i do the task perfectly?    i’ll still pay with my ass.  “There’s no logic here,” He says.  “Either way, you pay with your ass.”

And that works just fine for both of us.

I Did…and Y’all Were Right

15 Mar

i talked to Sir last night.  

He came over for dinner after work, another lovely salad ~ at least He liked it ~ and some chocolate covered strawberries.  i remembered to put the plastic wrap over the plate this time, so they didn’t stick.

We talked about all kinds of stuff, and it wasn’t until later~~

~~ when we were on the couch, and my clothes were off, and my legs spread open ~~

       ~~~  after He had applied nipple clamps to nipples already tender and swollen from His caress ~~~

                  ~~~~ and after a hand on my throat had moved me from sexual pleasure to submissive sexual pleasure ~~~~

after all that, at some point, stuttering, fumbling for words, i am able to let Him know i need more of that.  Please, Sir.

And He assures me that “more” will be coming.

Work is taking up His energy, just like youall suggested, and like i kind of already knew.  So when i say ~ stammer ~ “i thought ~ um ~ maybe you didn’t ~ um ~ maybe you didn’t ~ OMG, that feels good ~ O!!  What?  What was i say ~  mmmm ~ , saying?  Ummmmm, o, yeah… “

And He’s looking straight into my eyes, which doesn’t make it any easier, even if it is dim lighting, but i manage eventually to say that i thought maybe He was done, maybe He didn’t want to go any deeper into D/s…

He looks away then, gets this far away look in His eyes, and it makes me a little nervous til He says, “Oh, no.  No.  That’s not it.  I’ve been thinking.  Planning.  Spring is coming, just wait til this work stuff is out of the way a little bit.  In fact, there’s this video I found on line, about positions, when we get back to your training.  I’ll be showing you…”

My heart beats faster, my pussy clenches, and i know all will be well.

*************************************

Heather ~ thank you for the questions!!   i think i can answer them briefly, so that’s good news!  🙂

1.  Favorite color ~ purple, no doubt.  Or pretty much any shade of it from lavender to deep purple.  It’s popular now, so that’s nice, but i’ve always worn a lot of it, and just like it around me.

2.  Favorite flower ~ Mmmmmm, i had to think a while.  i like hyacinths a lot, but i probably have to go with roses, even though that’s kind of cliche.  i really do love roses.

3.  Favorite cookie ~ Shortbread.  Started to say chocolate chip, cause i can eat some chocolate chip cookies ~ although i prefer them crispy not soft.  Omg, Pepperidge Farm Double Chocolate Chocolate Chip cookies…  mmmmmm.   But my all time favorite is shortbread. 

Thanks for asking!!

Jade ~ i’m saving yours, i’ll work my way through them.  They require a little more introspection, which will also be fun!

i like Mick’s suggestion of a guest poster for when i need a break too.  Any volunteers out there in cyberspace?

So, it’s not like i’m going to quit posting every day right now.  The same thing that keeps me cleaning the stove til i’m using a toothpick is at work here.  i will have to drag myself away kicking and screaming just to skip a day.

i’m also the type of person that when it’s time to leave somewhere, i announce that it’s getting to be that time long before i walk out the door.  Just saying.

i really appreciate the support i got yesterday in all of your comments.  i didn’t start out looking for support, at least i don’t think i did, but it felt good anyhow.

And ~~

i’m so excited to know that Sir is planning to continue my training.  i can’t wait ~ well, i can, but you know what i mean… 

Saturday

23 Feb

Saturday, He has a plan.

i don’t know what it is.  Yet.

He says it is more than dinner.

More than touching and stroking and caressing.

More than fucking.

i had a miserable day at work on Tuesday.  

It looked like some good things that we expected to happen, weren’t going to.  i could have been ok with that.  Then it looked like some really bad things were going to happen, and lots of people – clients and staff – were going to suffer because of it.  It looked like the good things were lost through corporate negligence, and the bad things coming through another organization’s bureaucratic rigidity and my organization’s mindless indifference and acceptance.

I was distraught.

This was on top of the usual issues and problems, catastrophes and misery.

i was overwhelmed. 

So on Tuesday, we were supposed to have gone out for dinner, and He thought we needed some down time instead.  So we ate in, and He calmed and soothed me.   He took care of me.

i felt better, and appreciated it. 

Then He warned me.  About Saturday.

He says it will be structured.  

He says, “you can relax and submit and I will do the rest, or rather, you will do the rest, as I dictate. No decisions, no worries, just submit.”

i know ~ He tells me ~ there will be  a red ass involved (mine.)

Then, late yesterday afternoon, the new, overwhelming issues at work got resolved.  Yep.

The good things are happening.  The bad things are not.

That’s partly cause i put a bunch of energy into arguing and persuading and playing with numbers and making phone calls, and so did some other people, and then some people had to listen and act on what we were saying, and now?

It’s all good.

So i was doing happy dances all over the place.  Then ~ i had this horrible thought ~

what if Sir was just doing whatever He was going to do on Saturday because i had been so upset?  What if He changed His plans now that i was ok?

Yes, i know that was goofy, goofy, goofy.  But at the moment, it made perfect sense.

And really ~ my 2nd husband?  That’s how he was.  He was at his best when i was at my worst.  If i could have just stayed messed up, or sick, or pathetic in some way, we might still be married.

Giggling.. really, that’s the truth.  

But i had this scary moment of “what if?”  

So ~ i asked Him.  i was kinda proud of myself for asking.  And at first He didn’t even understand what i was talking about, so i explained my worry, and admitted it was goofy, and He said:

“No my Saturday plans were not just to appease your upset little self,   The Dom in me reminds you that it would not be that way… No it’s much deeper than that.”

And my heart thrilled.  i can’t wait.

Doms In Control

8 Dec

Before i say anything else, i want to thank Jz for starting the Great Cookie Exchange.  This year was even better than last year.  i had a blast last night running around looking at everyone’s recipes.

THANK YOU, JZ!!!

i had time to do that last night, instead of being tied, spanked, and well-used, because Sir X was sick.  As in “running a slight fever and feeling grumpy and miserable” sick.

So like any good Dom, He postponed our time together so He didn’t get me sick too.  

Sigh.

However, it gave me time to look at cookies, and to read Sir J’s post on Dom’s being in control.  He talks eloquently about this, and i’ll let you read that for yourself.

It has probably  been the most important first quality i’ve looked for in a Dom.  First quality because without that, we have no ground to build on.  

Doms like Sir J have been important to me in my search for “my Dom” because they’ve helped me hold on to that ideal.  To not settle for less.

But i got to thinking last night, what about subs?  Is self-control an important quality for us too?  Or not so much?

i can’t speak for anyone else.  My sense is that in some dynamics, the Dom or Master seems to do some of that controlling for the sub.  That the sub looks to her Dom to help her keep her emotions in check.

i have a lot of self-control.  i don’t typically need anyone to help me be in control of myself.  But TTWD, by their nature, are designed to shake that control, to strip me open and expose the vulnerability beneath the control.  

Marcia Linehan, who is my therapeutic guru, talks about states of mind ~ there are three states of mind. Emotional mind, Rational mind, and ~ when those two states of mind talk to each other ~ you get “Wise mind.”

i won’t do the lecture that goes with the topic, but ~

It’s important to recognize that all three states of mind are valuable and necessary.  My tendency would be to live in rational mind, so i need to work at staying more connected with emotional mind, not confusing rational mind with wise mind.

Case in point ~ in the last vanilla relationship  i had, we went an entire year without sex.  Of any kind.  We didn’t even cuddle.  We hugged sometimes.  Chastely.  That was it.

Emotionally, that was super painful for me.  But i managed to put that on hold and decide ~ quite rationally, with long lists of good reasons ~ to keep working on the relationship.  Without even fully expressing my hurt and anger to him.

Um, until i found out he was having sex with a little 30 year old tootsie, which unleashed my emotional mind, allowed me to get in touch with wise mind, and kick him to the curb.

{My apologies to the 30 year old, she was probably a lovely person, ok?  She just seemed like a tootsie to me, since she was 15 years younger than me, and 30 years younger than him.}

In contrast, here’s how it worked for Sir X and me recently.

i woke up one morning with this idea ~ this mental image, even ~ of inviting him to come do something with me.

i might have known that i was walking into some emotional territory because i was nervous about it, excited and unsure at the same time.  i spent some time convincing myself that it didn’t matter whether he said yes or not.  

And it was not a big deal thing.  It was a spur of the moment invitation.  Not a lot of notice.  And it wasn’t a big deal.

Ok, i invited him over for cookies the night i was supposed to be baking them.  And invited him to bring his buddy, who i haven’t met yet.

And i “put my hands in front of my face to catch myself when i fell” by saying ~ “i know you’re going to say ‘no.'”

Which he did, in a very nice way.

And i was ~~~

     ~~~ DEVASTATED.  

Crushed way beyond any reasonable response.

Totally lost in emotional mind.   Crushed.

Beyond disappointed.  Ashamed.  i felt ashamed for asking, and ashamed for being rejected.

Believe me, i was drowning in an ocean of feeling.  Huge waves.

My first instinct was to shut down, back away, drag myself to shore, and convince myself that it really didn’t matter.   Then i could start backing away from Him, so it didn’t happen again.

My second instinct was to lash out at Him.  To be angry with Him and blame Him.  That would have been easier, and hurt less, than what i was feeling.

i managed to do neither.  

i sent Him a message that expressed my hurt and shame.  

i acknowledged that it was an irrational, unreasonable reaction.  

i commented on my need to say what i was feeling, and noted that i felt better for having done it.

Then i tried to let go of it.  i did feel better for saying it.  i tried not to anticipate His response.

Pretty quickly, there was the “ding” of new messages, and there He was, which was nice.

His response was, really, just about perfect.  i felt understood.  i felt like He’d been able to handle my feelings without being overwhelmed by them, without getting defensive, without apologizing or taking responsibility for how i felt.  

And i felt reassured that there was nothing to feel bad about.  That it was not some lack in me at fault here.  

He ended on a slightly humorous note, but one that left no doubt i could bring this kind of thing to Him and He could handle it.

It was an ideal response, and just what i needed.  

i know that when i’m drowning in an ocean of intense feeling about not-much, we’ve tapped into a childhood pool of hurt.  i know this.

Being able to work it through, as Sir and i did, is healing.  This is, for me, one way the therapeutic aspect of BDSM surfaces.

And it seems like i’ve strayed from my initial point about subs and self-control, but maybe not.   My self-control allows me to send him a thought-out response, rather than a rant.  A response that owns my own part in the emotional river.

Either way ~ if i had unleashed my initial rage, or when i expressed my profound hurt more calmly ~ either way, He has to be in control of His own internal response.  Sometimes, that may be easy for Him.

And sometimes, it will tap into His own emotional waters.  

When we’re both half-drowning ~ that’s when we’ll need all of the self-control we each have to navigate through the rapids without too much injury.

The Path of Service and Mastery

21 Sep

The third spiritual path of BDSM that Raven talks about is the Path of Service and Mastery.  There is so much here that speaks to me.  He says,

Service is about attitude, about learning to give yourself a good attitude about whatever you’re doing.  It’s about joyful service, not service done with”murmuring in the heart.”

This idea actually comes from the rule of the Benedictine monks, which describes how to be a good monk.  Raven says that Joshua studied this rule as part of his training, as part of his learning how he was going to serve.

i’m a little bit familiar with St. Benedict’s rule for his monks, so this was easy to imagine.  For example, the chapter  on obedience starts out:   

“The first degree of humility is obedience without delay.”

And how often do we talk about that?   Isn’t that often a basic expectation for the sub?  Further on in the chapter, Benedict says:

“But this very obedience
will be acceptable to God and pleasing to all
only if what is commanded is done
without hesitation, delay, lukewarmness, grumbling, or objection.”

There’s much, much more about the Path of Service, but i want to look at the Path of Mastery a minute.  Benedict says:

However, just as it is proper 
for the disciples to obey their master, 
so also it is his function 
to dispose all things with prudence and justice.

Raven says the Path of Mastery invovles motivation, that the Master scrutinizes every order He gives to be sure it comes from “a clean place.”  To be sure it’s not vengeful, petty or self-serving.

Of course it can be “self-serving” in the sense of being what the Master wants.   In the lifestyle, we agree that serving the Master’s wants is a reasonable goal.

But it needs to be “cleanly from there.”  So ~ without hidden agendas or secret motives.  

i think this means that the Master has to be very clear with himself or herself what he or she actually wants.  i think it takes tremendous strength of character to be this kind of Master.

Anyone who wants to call himself a Dom or a Master needs to have a certain level of integrity.  Needs to be able to control himself and act rationally.  But someone on this spriitual path is actively working to increase their ability to ~ as Raven says ~ act from the right motives ~ or from clear motives.

The example that comes to my mind is my ex-husband, not the first one, but the second (and last) one, who was {maybe} a Dom.  One of the last things he said to me was, “All those {kinky} things  we did?   I didn’t want to do them.  I just did them to please you.”

That’s the ultimate muddy motivation.  He’s whipping me with a riding crop without warm-up or after care strictly for my pleasure?   Then, um, don’t do it.  Please.  That wasn’t a necessary part of my kink ~ and he knew that.

In fact, he was lying.  Believe me, i know this.  i think he’d started telling that lie to himself because he couldn’t face his own sadistic part.

Ms. Constance says that it is often very difficult for a Dom or Master to recognize that there is a part of His “self” that enjoys inflicting pain on someone else.  That this maybe more difficult than accepting that i kinda like receiving pain.

That makes perfect sense to me.

In my mind, Master and slave, Dom and sub, are on parallel paths that criss-cross but are not the same.  So the Master is working on knowing and mastering himself as much as being Master to his slave.

The slave or sub is working on learning to obey, rather than to agree.  

Agreeing is what we do at first.  He gives me an order and i {quickly} decide if it’s something i’m willing to do.  If it is, then i do it.

When i learn to obey, i do it without weighing out whether it’s right or wrong.  Without that split second of deciding.  i just do it.

i think it’s perfectly reasonable to agree at first.  It takes tremendous trust to truly obey.  And ~i don’t think everyone who calls himself Sir or Master is worthy of being obeyed.

But agreeing is not obeying.  Obeying comes from a deeper place of trust.

Last night, i was hog-tied.  i agreed to it.

He had not told me to get my mat.  

He put the rope harness on me first, it wraps around my hips, between my legs, the rope pulled snug, and back up to my waist.

Then, “Lie down,” He says, “Face down on the wood floor.”

It’s a quick pause ~ can i do this?  will i do this?

Then yes, of course i do, and it looks quick, i think, but the pause is there.  And that’s ok.

Once i’m lying face down on the floor ~ and how odd that feels!  He ties my hands behind my back.  And then, attaching to the rope at my hips on the way, connects my hands to my feet.

After checking to make sure i’m comfortable, well, not comfortable, but ok, He tells me to take a little time to think about the fact that i’m hog-tied face down on a hard, wood floor.   To ponder what that means about my submission.

He turns away and i don’t know what He’s doing, but with my face down on the floor, i do as i’m told and think about what it means.

At first, i’m kind of wiggly.  It’s not very comfortable, and i’m squirming a little bit, which makes the rope running between my legs move, and that’s not all bad either.

But i think about what it means, that i’m lying here like this, how it feels in my body to be restrained this way, and as i do, my body grows still.  

i notice this, and feel myself relaxing into it.  

All of my body ~ my arms which had felt strained, my legs and hips, even my neck ~ relaxes into it.

It is that open, receptive feeling ~ that big  “ahhhhh, yes,”  of submission.

The next time He gives a command like that, there will be less agreeing and a little more of obeying.  It takes time ~ it should take time.  But He is moving me that way.

There’s more ~ much more ~ to say ~ tomorrow.  

Did i Tell You

12 Sep

So much is happening so fast… i really need to take a day off work and just write about all the experiences i had at C.O.P.E. and all the things that are going on here.

i need to go back to last Thursday night with Sir X, before i went to C.O.P.E.  i told you about the spanking ~ that really, was more like what i think of as an impact scene, since i was bound with my hands over my head.

But after that, we spent some time getting to know each other in some other ways ~like He said, it was a sampler of things we could do.  Some of them involved orgasms for me, which is always good.  {smiling}

Then, when i was feeling all warm and cozy, He told me that He wanted to me to wear a collar of consideration.  He explained what it meant to Him, and what He hoped it would mean to me.

He’d made the collar.  It won’t quite pass in the vanilla world, but it’s close.  It looks like this:

Later, He shared this passage He’d read:

“The Collar of Consideration:
This Collar is traditionally given at the beginning of a relationship.   The Dominant, by offering this collar to the submissive, is expressing an interest in pursuing a relationship with that submissive beyond the range of a casual acquaintance or even the relationship between a Top and bottom.   This collar is offered seriously and with intent.   The submissive, in accepting this collar from the Dominant, is equally serious in her understanding that their relationship has moved into a different stage.   The existence of the Collar of Consideration indicates to other Dominants and submissives that the Dominant and submissive are forming a potentially serious relationship.   It’s existence acts to openly present to other Dominants that this submissive is ‘off-limits’ for the duration of the ‘consideration’ period and that honorable Dominants should not pursue this submissive in any manner.”

So i wore my collar of consideration at C.O.P.E.   i don’t think it kept any Doms away ~ i don’t think there were any beating down my door anyhow.  

And that’s ok.i don’t do well ~ at least not now ~ with random play.  i kind of doubt if i ever will ~ not that i’m criticizing it.  i just don’t know how it would work for me.  

The collar, however, helped me remember that Sir X was here and interested.  Actually, it was a little bit like having Him with me.

He also stayed in touch with texts and email, although not excessively, so that was good.

i think part of what made the experience fun was not looking and hoping to meet “my Dom.” Not wondering if “He” was there.

Instead, i could just enjoy myself.  i know where my Dom is…  


Show and Tell

6 Sep

So we meet at 2:30, Sir X and i.  Go to Starbucks for coffee and to start the Show and Tell.  {Noooo, not that kind of show and tell.}

His show and tell is a picture on His phone ~ of a shoe horn.  A long-handled shoe horn.  

The “tell” goes like this:

He has a coffee table, and was thinking you could tie someone to it.  That it would serve well as a spanking bench.  

Then He realizes the angle would be wrong if He were using a belt.  The height, the way the person would be tied, it just wouldn’t work. 

Then He sees the shoe horn.  He realizes that if He used that, the angle wouldn’t be a problem. 

Of course, it is a mean looking shoe horn, something like this:

Yikes.

He has also brought a bag of toys, but we don’t look at those in Starbucks; that comes later.

So i had actually brought a card with an Anais Nin quote on it ~ the one that goes:

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”  ~ Anais Nin

because i think of that as part vanilla and part kink.  We talk about what it means to me.  He likes it.

But then it occurs to me that i actually have something else to show Him.  {Ok, quit laughing, i know, there are lots of other things i could have shown Him, that’s not what i mean.}

No, on Sunday, when i was practicing with the small gift He’d given me, for some reason {don’t ask me why, i don’t know} i’d taken a picture of my nipple with the little rope wheel-person around it.  i think i’d had some thought of using it on here, but discarded that idea.

Anyhow, sitting there in Starbucks, it occurs to me that the nipple shot might make a nice show and tell.  So a little shyly, i pull my phone out.

“And then there’s this,” i say.

As i’d hoped, He seems pleased with it.

And then, coffee in hand, we embark on a series of adventures.  i won’t detail them all ~ but the theme for the day is “doing private things in public places.”  

Just a few minutes of one thing, then on to the next.  “Like a sampler plate,” He says.

i giggle.

There was a park picnic table and His toy bag.   Ropes and cuffs and collars and such…  very nice.

There was a public building and the multi-sex bathroom on the second floor.  The kind that doesn’t have stalls, but just one big room.    Private enough for a few minutes of kinky exploration.

But then He opens the door to “make sure it’s clear,” ~~

~~ and leads me out right past some man waiting to get in.

i’m too embarrassed ~ and we’re moving too fast ~ to see the man’s face, i can only imagine.  But i giggle all the way back to the car.

There are a couple of more stops before dinner, including a cemetery, and some tasks for me, but i’ll leave that to your imagination for now.

Dinner with Ms. Constance and Drew, J, and Tammy was lots of fun, and if i consider how much Domly energy there was at the table, it’s a wonder that Drew and i weren’t crushed.

{laughing…}  

Except really they aren’t like that at all, well, not last night anyhow, and Sir X and i both had a good time.

And yes, we’re seeing each other again.  Thursday night.

Friday i go to COPE.

And in 30 days, ‘Nilla will be here.

Life is good.

O, i almost forgot to tell you ~ Sir X gave me another gift.  Since i practiced successfully with the one rope noose thing-y, i get to keep that one, and i have something else to try.  i’ll tell you about it tomorrow… 


Discipline (Part XIII)

3 Sep

Kneeling in front of Him, i caress Him with my lips, lick the shaft of His cock, encircle the head with my mouth.  His cock was half hard, but quickly becomes fully hardened.  Slowly, lovingly, i take Him into my mouth, relaxing my throat to take Him deeper.

He moans, and grasps my hair, pushing Himself yet further into me.  It’s not the caress of my lips He wants tonight, He presses His full length into me, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag.

He pulls back then, but only for a moment, sliding back into my mouth, fucking me slowly in long strokes.  He ignores the tears running down my cheeks, and i do too, working on staying relaxed so i can take Him deeper.

i had wanted to make Him cum, but He pulls out.  “Second position,” He says, and it take me a second, i’m distracted by the taste of His cock, lingering in my mouth, the smell of Him in my nostrils, i want more, but~

~i do remember and turn, on my knees, head to the floor, so my ass is raised.  Fingers thrust into me, feel the wetness between my legs, my juices running down my things.  

His cock, pushing at the entrance, the tip sliding into my pussy, making me gasp.  i try to push back, but He pulls away, leaving me empty for a moment, then thrusting just the tip of His cock back into me.

i whimper ~ the sensation fills me as He moves a little deeper, before pulling almost all the way out again.  i thrust my hips back, trying to capture Him, but,

“Hold still, slut,” He says.

i don’t want to.  i want to feel His cock pounding into me.  But i have learned some lessons.  i hold still.

i hold still and let Him torture me with the rhythm of slow thrusts, each one a little deeper, and then withdrawal, back, back, almost sliding out ~ and in again.  Slowly, certainly.

And then, just when i think i can’t stand it any more, He pulls out completely.

“Roll over,” He says.

i roll, gladly, onto my back.  He pushes my legs back toward my chest, leaving my pussy gaping, exposed, waiting.

The length of His body against me, His cock thrusts deep inside me, filling me completly.

I cry out.  

The waves of sensation are almost overwhelming.  He is braced against my legs, pounding His cock deep and hard, and i’m making noises, grunts and moans, and

He drives me up and up til i crest again,

and the world stops ~~ just me and Him, His cock inside me, my pussy clenching, i tremble ~

over the top and down again.

My pussy clenches, tightly holding and releasing, holding and releasing His cock and then He is cumming too ~ over the top, He cries out, pounding deep inside me…and then stopping ~ that frozen moment of release, hot cum filling me…  

And He half collapses, resting on me for a long minute

while i stoke His ass, caress Him, squeeze Him with my pussy, milking the last bits of cum out of Him.

His body is heavy, and i welcome it, knowing that He’s relaxed because i’ve pleased Him.

Then He rolls off me, pulls me close so we’re spooned together.  i cuddle into Him, at home.

It occurs to me that this is the second night He’s fucked me on the floor and cuddled me without bed or pillow.  My eyes close, i sigh contentedly and would have drifted off to sleep, but ~

“Come on, wake up, I’m taking you to bed,” He says, pulling me back to the moment.

He helps me get up and leads me by the hand back to the bedroom, where He lets me brush my teeth and use the bathroom before

tucking me into bed.  Pulling the sheet up around me.  He sits on the side of the bed, stroking my cheek.  

“Sleep tight, baby,” He says.  “Tomorrow we’ll design the rest of your schedule.  Go ahead and close your eyes, I’ll tell you what we’re going to do.”

So i do, i close my eyes, and i’m drifting.  i can hear Him, as if from a distance.

“First, a spanking,” He says.  “To start your day off right.  Then some coffee.”

“No coffee first?” i murmur, thinking that will be hard, and He laughs, “No, spanking first, then coffee.”

“mmmmm,” i say, drifting again.

“Some time for meditation.  

“Then breakfast, just a little fruit, i think.  Then some sexual exercise, i haven’t decided what yet.  Certainly, we will stretch your asshole more, preparing you for tomorrow night.”

That gets my attention, but in the moment doesn’t alarm me.  i want that, want to be prepared for Him, want Him to use me.  i want all the things He’s offering me.

“Then some real exercise, just like today, with Diana and Selena.  A shower and clean up.”  His voice is rhythmic, as if He’s telling a story, soothing me.

” Then, and here’s where tomorrow will be a little bit different, then we’ll work on some of your goals.   An hour or so before lunch, and most of the afternoon will be focused on the things you’ve been putting off doing.  The things you need to do for yourself.”

“Mmmm,” sleepy, i’m so sleepy, it sounds like a good plan.

“Then you’ll be prepared for the evening, for more training.  Sound good?”

“Mmmmhmmm,” i say, still drifting.

“Tomorrow night, i’ll fuck your ass.  And we’ll probably have company again.  We’ll have to talk tomorrow about how much involvement you’re willing to have with other people.”

Discipline (Part III)

16 Aug

“Come on,” says Selena, “You know the drill.  In the shower.”

“Are youall going to do this all week?” i ask, stepping into the shower.  

Diana shrugs, “That depends on you.  At some point, you might earn the privilege of showering on your own.  In the meantime,” she grins, “you’re all ours.”

They wash me quickly, not roughly, but matter-of-factly, and shave me, just as they had the previous night.  Much to my dismay, they rouge me again, my nether lips and nipples, and my mouth.  i cannot imagine appearing like this in front of someone else.

Selena pulls on my nipples, hard, before applying the lipstick, and i feel a responsive twinge in my pussy.  i think i can smell my own juices.  She looks at me for a moment, smiles, before she finishes applying the bright coloring to my hard nipples.

“Who’s coming for dinner?’ i ask.  “Do youall know?”

They exchange a look, i don’t know what it means, but Diana shrugs and says, “Lots of people come to Him for advice on training their sluts.  What difference does it make who it is?”

As she talks, she unlocks the closet door, swings it open.   i gasp.  Hanging on the inside of the door is an extensive array of whips, crops, and floggers..    Selena laughs.  “You hadn’t seen the inside of the closet before?”

i shake my head, “no.”

There are clothes in the closet too, and Diana rifles through them; pulls out a corset.  The most beautiful purple corset you can imagine.  She hold it out to Selena, “This one?”

“Yes, that works, lets see if it fits, i think it will,” says Selena.

“Do you have different sizes?” i ask, wondering what kind of person The Major is.  Does He just kidnap random women all the time?  The thought makes me sad.

“Some different ones,” says Diana.  “They’ve been acquired over the years for parties, from parties.  Some of them are ours.  This one isn’t though.  This one He bought with you in mind.”

She puts the corset on me.  It doesn’t cover my breasts, it raises them, exposes them instead, the nipples pointing forward.  The color they’ve applied tonight has a purplish tinge, the color of the corset highlights it.

Selena begins to lace it, loosely at first, apparently making sure it’s coming together evenly, then Diana helps her as they tug on it, lacing it tightly.  

When they are finished, i am constricted.  i can breathe, of course, but i’m very much encased in the corset, it contains me.

“Now the shoes,” says Diana.  The shoes are purple too, high heeled and strappy.  The straps become laces, and they have me put each foot on a little stool while they criss-cross the laces up my legs, over the calves, finally tying them, rather like this:

Sexy High Heel Strappy Lace Up The Leg Sandal

Between the shoes and the corset, i appear to be all tied up.  They turn me so i can see myself in the mirror.  i am embarrassed and delighted.

The rouge between my legs and on my nipples so clearly draws attention there, and the corset is made to reveal and highlight those parts that we usually keep covered.  My waist, of course, looks slimmer, my legs longer ~ overall, i can’t help thinking i’m a fairly sexy wench.

They put a collar on me then; tonight it is a silver chain, like a dog’s choke collar.  The extra length of it lies in the hollow of my neck, cool and  heavy.  

They had taken off the necklace with the tokens on it, the 3 punishment tokens, but they add the tokens to the collar, dangling each one from a link on the chain.  There are two on one side, and only one on the other.  With little discussion, they agree to add a fourth one “for balance.”

“But,” i can’t help protesting, “But i didn’t do anything, He won’t think “that’s four,” will He?”

Diana rolls her eyes, Selena laughs, “Of course He will,” she says.

A wave of panic sweeps over me, this is so unfair, tears well up in my eyes ~ He will think i’ve been bad, He’ll be disappointed in me, AND omigosh, they could add as many as they like.  There’s nothing i can do about it.  i start to protest, “But that’s -” and i was going to say “not fair,” and i realize that’s ridiculous, this has nothing at all to do with fair.

They’re watching me, waiting, curious.  i don’t even know what expressions flit over my face as i take this in.  i gulp.  Fight back the tears.  Only then do i say, “i hadn’t ~ i hadn’t quite realized.  But of course, yes,   i am ~ i am ~ under your discipline too?” 

“Certainly you are right now,” says Diana gently, pinching my nipple, not so gently.

They finish putting chains on me, on my wrists and ankles.  i am a little dazed, not knowing what to expect next.

At last they are finished, satisfied with their efforts.  They point out the marks left on my ass from earlier, admiring them, and i realize that i agree, they are pretty.  i like the way they look.

“Pinch your nipples,” says Selena.  “Go ahead.  Hard.  Make them stand out.  Yes, just like that.  See how pretty they are?”  i’m embarrassed still, but she’s right, it is pretty.

“He wants to display you, you know,” says Diana.  “That means He’s pleased with you.  Proud of you. Don’t let Him down.” 

They attach the leash to my collar, and lead me out of the room.  Down a hallway, and into the room that is like a study.  He is seated in one chair, and for a moment, i am only aware of Him.  

He stands and they drop my leash, nudge me forward.  The leash dangles, i’m aware of it touching my pussy as i walk toward Him.  Some part of my mind notices the other man in the room, he has stood as well.  But i move toward The Major without a glance in the other man’s direction.

Nervous, hoping i do this right, i raise my lips to His.  Brush them lightly.  Take His hand and caress it with a kiss on the palm.  

i kneel then, and He takes out His cock, allows me to kiss it.  i long to do more, but He puts it away, sits back down.  The other man had already sat back down, and i wonder if he rose as a courtesy, as men sometimes do when women enter the room.  “Stay there,” says The Major, to me, and i remain kneeling in front of Him.

To the other man, He says, “I’ve not trained her to greet others yet.  That will come later.  And what you don’t want to do, what i wouldn’t do, is tell her to do something before I’m sure I have her unquestioning obedience.”  

He gestures to me then, motioning for me to come closer, and when i do, He allows me to sit at His feet, the corset keeps me from curling my body quite the way i’d like to, but i am as close to Him as i can get.  “Good girl,” He says.

And my heart is filled with joy.  My pussy throbs, i grin at Him, and a shiver runs through me.  Right here is exactly where i want to be.

Discipline (Part II)

14 Aug

i expect him to drop that bombshell and walk out, that is so his style, but He doesn’t.  Instead, He continues giving Selena and Diana instructions.

“The purple corset, i think.  Make sure you lace it tight enough.  And the heels to match, of course.”

i am standing there, stunned and silent.  Really, company for dinner??  And i’m going to wear a corset and heels, and nothing else?  He can’t be serious.

He turns to me then.  “Slut of mine,” and He pulls me to Him for a moment.   Fists His hand in my hair, right at the nape of my neck.  “Are you freaked out, little one?”

“Yes, Sir, just a little bit,” i say, but with His hand in my hair, pressed against Him, the rough fabric of His shirt rubbing my nipples ~ i feel myself slipping into that place of submission where anything can be ok.  i try to push back in my head ~

“Company, Sir?  Who, may i ask you Who’s coming?”

“Does it make a difference?”  His voice is silky, smooth, and i feel more anxious.

“No – no, um i guess not, um,” i gulp, “i just – i mean, what if it’s someone i know, or ~ is it a guy?  What if…” and my voice trails off.  i look at my feet.”

He tilts my head back, so i’m looking into His eyes.  

His voice is gentle.  “Have you not been naked at public events before?  Wasn’t that in front of strangers?    Some of whom were ‘guys.’ This is not even a first for you.  Have a little faith in me, my dear slut.”

i feel bad then ~ of course, He’s right, i have played in public, naked in front of strangers, and not felt bad about it.  Here i’ve just given Him control of me for a whole week and felt the joy of belonging, and now, minutes later, i’m already questioning Him.  

“i’m sorry…” i stammer, “i just…”

His hand in my hair tightens.  “Sorry?”

“For, um, for questioning you, for not trusting you…” my voice trails off, uncertain now.

“No.”  He shakes His head.  “No, i want you to ask.  Want you to question.  i don’t want you to hide anything, doubts or fears.”  He grins, “And then I’ll tell you to have a little faith in me, right?”

i smile back, so relieved,  “Yes, Sir.  And i do, you know i do, have faith in you.”

“Yes,” and He’s smiling too.  “Now,” He says, “I’m going to leave you to be prepared for this evening.  But first i want you to kneel down and kiss my cock,   Wait ~” as i had started to kneel, He stops me.

“Wait.  It is a three part greeting.  You will kiss my lips first, just a brief kiss, then my hand,  then you kneel and kiss my cock.   And you’ll use this greeting for the duration of your stay here, and at times, even after you leave.  Whenever i enter the room, before i leave the room, you’re to follow this process.  Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” i say, and i’m delighted.  This will be a perfect way to express my feelings for Him, the deep submission i experience with Him.

“Then show Me now,” He says.  “I have work to do before dinner.”

i rise on my toes to kiss His lips, just brushing His lips with mine. 

He nods His approval.

i take His hand in mine, turn it and bend to kiss the palm, wanting to make the brief contact a sensual caress.

“Good,” He says, patting my chin.

i kneel then, so i am on a level with His cock.  He unzips His pants, pulls His cock out, offers it to me, half-hard, laying on His hand.

i hesitate, not sure what He wants.  Leaning forward, i place my lips, slightly pursed, on the tip of His cock, laying a tiny kiss on Him, right there.

“Yes,” He says.  “Just like that, unless i tell you differently, that’s just right.  Now~~”

~~ He takes my nipples, one in each hand, and pulls upward, til i rise to my feet.  He presses my body to Him, and smacks me lightly a couple of times on the ass.

i purr and would have wriggled closer into Him, but He pushes me away, laughing… “No, slut.  No more.  Go with Diana and Selena.  Now.”

i’m laughing too ~ “Yes, Sir.”

And then He is gone, and Diana and Selena are smiling at me, watching me, and i suddenly feel very alone, naked and vulnerable.