I know how I want P to prepare, how I want her to look, how I want her to act, how I want her to be. I have slowly started to mould her into how I want my hussy to be. Everything from hair, clothes and makeup to personal bodily appearance. And not just physically, but mentally too. How she sees me, how she must act with me, what she says, how she says it. What she thinks about me, how often, in what way. To be mentally and physically prepared. But how does her Domme prepare?
I suppose I prepare in much the same way. But some of them are for different reasons. One of my first priorities is safety. I ensure all my equipment is clean. It is P’s responsibility to clean the toys after each session. But I always check the toys that remain with me. Next are my finger nails. I trim these prior to each session, ensuring they are short and smooth. Sadly this often means cutting off my long, luscious nails that have been growing for 3 – 4 weeks. But I can’t take any risk when playing intimately with P. I use gloves for anal play and it doesn’t detract from the feelings we both get. But I ensure no cross contamination. Losing the nails isn’t such a bad thing; it means I can type properly at work!
As P does, I ensure my body is scrubbed, moisturised and shaved. I shaved my pussy before doing it to P, and I believe that if I expect her to be this way, then so should I. I now much prefer the clean, nude appearance. I always choose an outfit to suit my mood. Sometimes sensual and teasing, others strict and stern. It all depends on how I have planned the session. My dress immediately sets the tone. Of course whatever I wear, P is always excited and aroused when she sees me. But I take pride in my appearance and as her Domme; I need to set the example. One of course, a hussy can never hope to emulate….
As well as appearance, I choose how to greet P. Sometimes I sit on the bed, legs seductively crossed with my usual feather fan held up to my face. This obscures my top half. Sometimes I stand with my back to her so she is left under no illusion of who is dominant. I tower over her as she kneels behind me.
I make sure the chamber is set up. Towels etc in place, toys ready to hand. I place things on view. It tends to give P a sense of peace, along with kneeling at my feet. I also set the room up how I want it for play. Mirrors in the right spot, a chair or stool, or whatever I want to engage P with for the duration. I always try to make the session run as smoothly and seamlessly possible.
Mentally I tune into my Domme side a couple of days beforehand. Mainly by giving P specific instructions but also planning for the session. Sometimes I talk to P about them (but never reveal too much!). I also read as it helps to clear and focus the mind into Domme space. As much as there is sub space, I believe there is Domme space. Once in Domme space, nothing else matters except you and your sub. Time can stand still, the world outside fades away, and all there is in your existence is the two of you and what you can do to them. The highs are enormous. The drop can be even more so. With each session I have learned to handle the drop and remain comforted with the session memories and emotions.
Part of those memories is smell. I always scent my body and hence the room gets scented too. P had commented on it in her diaries. Helps to calm. I have a scent I only really use in the chamber so it differentiates between me and Her. And I can recall the scent in a second and with it come the memories. So clear and real as if we were doing it all over again. And just as important, are P’s scents. She uses a perfume which I associate with the chamber. Then there is the scent of her body, her arousal and sex. I make her taste herself; let her know who is in control of her body.
All these things help to build the tension between us. Tension, arousal and anticipation. P has a fear of the unknown. Stepping into my chamber is like stepping off a cliff. She has no idea what will happen. I have the plan in my head, but allow for things to flow freely of their own accord too. And that is an element of surprise in itself. Sometimes my own actions take me unawares. But it is the preparation that enhances the whole session. Yes you can do things ad-hoc, take the chance when the mood takes you. But preparing for a session is the hottest thing in the world…
25 September 2009
19 September 2009
Separation
Eight weeks. A long time by anyones watch, clock or calendar. When P left at the end of May, it would be eight weeks before I saw her again. Real life, as always, has to come first. So real life prevented us from seeing each other for that period. We both shed tears when P drove home. The parting was particularly painful for both of us. But at least we had jobs and lives that could help us to get through those long weeks apart. But we also had to maintain the momentum from our time together. So I arranged for P to have a set of training instructions during our absence.
My instructions related to pussy and anal training. Even though I wouldn't be doing it myself, I knew that P would always be thinking of my voice, my words, my commands whenever she did her training. Pussy training centred on using her favourite vibrator to help stretch and relax her muscles. As P had not explored her pussy for a long time, it was tight and I had so far been unable to play with her as much as I wished to. I wanted to explore and bring her new sensations which I could use as part of orgasm denial. Her magical G-spot being one of the things I wanted to know intimately. Her vibrator was a good size, one which would stretch and fill her to my requirements. So this was one of her instructions.
Second was anal training. Now I had broken her anal virginity, I wanted to maintain it. We had read the anal sex books that P had bought and discovered interesting articles on anal training linked to BDSM. We agreed this was the best way forward for P. Initially, P was to explore her anus with her fingers. P had already tried this tentatively before visiting in May with a soapy fingertip when she showered. She was now commanded to do this daily if possible. And to use more than a fingertip. She also needed to explore herself in bed on a daily basis. I wanted her to progress from one finger to two and hopefully, to insert the smallest butt plug in her collection.
P was to update me on her progress on a regular basis through diaries and through our nightly online chats. Due to periods etc, I knew that P would not be able to perform her training every day. But with the length of time between our physical sessions, I knew there would be enough training days and nights for P to progress to a level that would be best for both of us.
Of course, little milestones were missed by me as her Lady during this time apart. The biggest milestone was when P was ready to use the smallest butt plug. It was about 3 or 4 weeks into her training schedule that P told me she had been successful in this deed. I expected to feel pride and elation. And yes I was happy for her. But I was also extremely sad and empty inside. Why? Because I hadn't been there to do it. Yes, I had been the one to take P's anal virginity. And because of that P always feels that her anus is my direct property to do with as I wish. May be even more so than any other part of her body. After taking that virginity, I had hoped that I would be the one to use a butt plug on her. But no, it was denied me. My emotions surrounding this simple act surprised me. I felt that something had been taken from me, that I had missed out. The emptiness of not being present to share in such a moment with my beloved sub was immense. Of course, I told her this and she was equally surprised by the sense of mourning and loss I described. Although she was naturally elated by her success, she was also sad that I had not been there to do it personally.
As I was mentally and emotionally stronger now, I moved past this sadness and turned a negative into a positive. I instructed P to continue to use the butt plug, and incorporate it with double entry using her vibrator or fingers. This would enable her to experiment with other positions in order for her to achieve this. Sometimes I would state whether she could obtain orgasm from this or not. P had also started to ask my permission to do this which also pleased me. P was learning well.
The other responsibility P had was to ensure she had all the clothes she needed for her school uniform. I had instructed the following: school skirt, white blouse, school tie, white cotton bra, white cotton panties, white socks and black sensible shoes. Her hair was to be worn in pigtails. P went to great lengths to ensure she obtained the correct items to my specifications. Her dedication was immense. The school tie was a real one from a local school. Her socks were her original ones from her school days. Her shopping days were spent perusing rails of school clothes that she could buy in her size. Shoes were newly purchased. And she knew exactly how I liked her hair to be worn. We both found this exciting and arousing. I aimed for P to have this outfit ready in time for her next visit at the end of July.
So despite our separation, we continued with our journey. We kept up the momentum and as the time drew nearer, we held more e-sessions where as well as giving P commands and orders, we shared mutual fantasies to keep up the excitement. School lessons was the main focus of our fantasies. When P did finally return, blouse hanging up in the back of her car, my stomach did somersaults.
Eight weeks. A long time. But we made it.
My instructions related to pussy and anal training. Even though I wouldn't be doing it myself, I knew that P would always be thinking of my voice, my words, my commands whenever she did her training. Pussy training centred on using her favourite vibrator to help stretch and relax her muscles. As P had not explored her pussy for a long time, it was tight and I had so far been unable to play with her as much as I wished to. I wanted to explore and bring her new sensations which I could use as part of orgasm denial. Her magical G-spot being one of the things I wanted to know intimately. Her vibrator was a good size, one which would stretch and fill her to my requirements. So this was one of her instructions.
Second was anal training. Now I had broken her anal virginity, I wanted to maintain it. We had read the anal sex books that P had bought and discovered interesting articles on anal training linked to BDSM. We agreed this was the best way forward for P. Initially, P was to explore her anus with her fingers. P had already tried this tentatively before visiting in May with a soapy fingertip when she showered. She was now commanded to do this daily if possible. And to use more than a fingertip. She also needed to explore herself in bed on a daily basis. I wanted her to progress from one finger to two and hopefully, to insert the smallest butt plug in her collection.
P was to update me on her progress on a regular basis through diaries and through our nightly online chats. Due to periods etc, I knew that P would not be able to perform her training every day. But with the length of time between our physical sessions, I knew there would be enough training days and nights for P to progress to a level that would be best for both of us.
Of course, little milestones were missed by me as her Lady during this time apart. The biggest milestone was when P was ready to use the smallest butt plug. It was about 3 or 4 weeks into her training schedule that P told me she had been successful in this deed. I expected to feel pride and elation. And yes I was happy for her. But I was also extremely sad and empty inside. Why? Because I hadn't been there to do it. Yes, I had been the one to take P's anal virginity. And because of that P always feels that her anus is my direct property to do with as I wish. May be even more so than any other part of her body. After taking that virginity, I had hoped that I would be the one to use a butt plug on her. But no, it was denied me. My emotions surrounding this simple act surprised me. I felt that something had been taken from me, that I had missed out. The emptiness of not being present to share in such a moment with my beloved sub was immense. Of course, I told her this and she was equally surprised by the sense of mourning and loss I described. Although she was naturally elated by her success, she was also sad that I had not been there to do it personally.
As I was mentally and emotionally stronger now, I moved past this sadness and turned a negative into a positive. I instructed P to continue to use the butt plug, and incorporate it with double entry using her vibrator or fingers. This would enable her to experiment with other positions in order for her to achieve this. Sometimes I would state whether she could obtain orgasm from this or not. P had also started to ask my permission to do this which also pleased me. P was learning well.
The other responsibility P had was to ensure she had all the clothes she needed for her school uniform. I had instructed the following: school skirt, white blouse, school tie, white cotton bra, white cotton panties, white socks and black sensible shoes. Her hair was to be worn in pigtails. P went to great lengths to ensure she obtained the correct items to my specifications. Her dedication was immense. The school tie was a real one from a local school. Her socks were her original ones from her school days. Her shopping days were spent perusing rails of school clothes that she could buy in her size. Shoes were newly purchased. And she knew exactly how I liked her hair to be worn. We both found this exciting and arousing. I aimed for P to have this outfit ready in time for her next visit at the end of July.
So despite our separation, we continued with our journey. We kept up the momentum and as the time drew nearer, we held more e-sessions where as well as giving P commands and orders, we shared mutual fantasies to keep up the excitement. School lessons was the main focus of our fantasies. When P did finally return, blouse hanging up in the back of her car, my stomach did somersaults.
Eight weeks. A long time. But we made it.
11 September 2009
New Explorations Part 3
I thought it would help to balance things a little if I posted some excerpts of P's diaries to me from our wonderful times back in May. Her diaries are always beautiful insights into what goes on in her pretty head...
"26.05.09:
I suspected that you were going to shave me in this session and it was going to be a very intimate and trusting thing to happen. While I’ve been able to trim myself, a complete shave wasn’t something I was going to be able to do alone. I can’t exactly explain why either. Having you do it though and lying so still while you focused on what you were doing was a very special moment, that I think brought us closer together. I trusted you completely to do it, possibly more than you did yourself, and being able to see you and the expression on your face made it more so. Part of it was you claiming further ownership on me, just like when you had me name the parts of my body that you own. In a small way it was also like a branding of my pussy to have you decide exactly how it was going to look. Seeing the final result in the mirror and knowing you did that was very very arousing, as was knowing you looked the same.
When you lay me down again and told me to close my eyes and trust you, I knew exactly what you were planning. I was trying so hard to relax and knew that would make it easier, thanks to my reading. It felt delightful as you smoothed the lube around, stroking me so carefully and I was more than ready for more. When you finally entered me, I can’t describe exactly how it felt, only that it seemed like I had been waiting an eternity and it was here at last. Another part of being owned by you, something that only you have done and it means so much to be that I could give that to you. When your whole finger was in and you wanted me to see it I was in heaven. The feelings were so different to anything else I’ve known. I know that I’m very tight and that it may take a while to progress but we now have a plan. We both want this very much and I’m going to try to so all that you ask of me to move it along. I didn’t want to do much beforehand as it didn’t seem right, that was your right to be first and I wanted the feelings to be made by you.
The whole session was a very intimate and special experience, very different from before, but I feel more like I belong to you than ever now and can never truly explain how important that is to me. It was arousing and erotic too but that was not the emphasis for me, ownership and bonding was."
"31.05.09:
I knew that you were going to finish shaving me. Kneeling on all fours and feeling you touching me again, knowing you were looking at my anus, felt even more intimate than Monday. I know exactly what the books mean about it all now, it is so much more intimate than before. It was more arousing in some ways as the head of the razor would brush my anus from time to time. I trusted you completely to do it.
I love watching you put on the pink glove and lubing it up, knowing exactly where it will be going next. I know I’ll relax faster and more easily with practice but it felt easier this time compared to Monday. Feeling your finger inside me again was so good so arousing, sliding gently in and out, no pain no discomfort. When you added the second one, even better, I felt very full but not in a bad way, just another new sensation. Moving in and out, sliding through my tight muscles, so arousing. Out even more than in, which was a surprise but I can understand why the beads might be very interesting now.
I can only thank you for starting my anal experiences so wonderfully. I know we have a plan in place so that we can move forward in our next session, and I will be more stretched and be able to go for longer than 15 minutes. I know you are concerned about losing the momentum between our sessions and it will take me a little time to get used to doing it. I’m going to have to start in the shower until I have gloves and lube myself, and it will take me a little time to do it for myself as well, the nerves will hit again no doubt, until I remember how good you made me feel...Even now I can say, no ill effects, no discomfort, nothing adverse at all. Other than missing you terribly and wanting to jump straight back in the car again."
"26.05.09:
I suspected that you were going to shave me in this session and it was going to be a very intimate and trusting thing to happen. While I’ve been able to trim myself, a complete shave wasn’t something I was going to be able to do alone. I can’t exactly explain why either. Having you do it though and lying so still while you focused on what you were doing was a very special moment, that I think brought us closer together. I trusted you completely to do it, possibly more than you did yourself, and being able to see you and the expression on your face made it more so. Part of it was you claiming further ownership on me, just like when you had me name the parts of my body that you own. In a small way it was also like a branding of my pussy to have you decide exactly how it was going to look. Seeing the final result in the mirror and knowing you did that was very very arousing, as was knowing you looked the same.
When you lay me down again and told me to close my eyes and trust you, I knew exactly what you were planning. I was trying so hard to relax and knew that would make it easier, thanks to my reading. It felt delightful as you smoothed the lube around, stroking me so carefully and I was more than ready for more. When you finally entered me, I can’t describe exactly how it felt, only that it seemed like I had been waiting an eternity and it was here at last. Another part of being owned by you, something that only you have done and it means so much to be that I could give that to you. When your whole finger was in and you wanted me to see it I was in heaven. The feelings were so different to anything else I’ve known. I know that I’m very tight and that it may take a while to progress but we now have a plan. We both want this very much and I’m going to try to so all that you ask of me to move it along. I didn’t want to do much beforehand as it didn’t seem right, that was your right to be first and I wanted the feelings to be made by you.
The whole session was a very intimate and special experience, very different from before, but I feel more like I belong to you than ever now and can never truly explain how important that is to me. It was arousing and erotic too but that was not the emphasis for me, ownership and bonding was."
"31.05.09:
I knew that you were going to finish shaving me. Kneeling on all fours and feeling you touching me again, knowing you were looking at my anus, felt even more intimate than Monday. I know exactly what the books mean about it all now, it is so much more intimate than before. It was more arousing in some ways as the head of the razor would brush my anus from time to time. I trusted you completely to do it.
I love watching you put on the pink glove and lubing it up, knowing exactly where it will be going next. I know I’ll relax faster and more easily with practice but it felt easier this time compared to Monday. Feeling your finger inside me again was so good so arousing, sliding gently in and out, no pain no discomfort. When you added the second one, even better, I felt very full but not in a bad way, just another new sensation. Moving in and out, sliding through my tight muscles, so arousing. Out even more than in, which was a surprise but I can understand why the beads might be very interesting now.
I can only thank you for starting my anal experiences so wonderfully. I know we have a plan in place so that we can move forward in our next session, and I will be more stretched and be able to go for longer than 15 minutes. I know you are concerned about losing the momentum between our sessions and it will take me a little time to get used to doing it. I’m going to have to start in the shower until I have gloves and lube myself, and it will take me a little time to do it for myself as well, the nerves will hit again no doubt, until I remember how good you made me feel...Even now I can say, no ill effects, no discomfort, nothing adverse at all. Other than missing you terribly and wanting to jump straight back in the car again."
09 September 2009
New Explorations Part 2
I used the shaving of P to be the starting to point to anal play. P would have suspected I was leading up to this with our conversations prior to our meetings in May, and also the books that P had bought. But now the moment had come for me to take the final step and claim her anal virginity. She was on her back on the bed with her legs bent up. I put on my pink latex glove and smoothed our favourite lube over a finger. I rubbed the lube around her anus and caressed her gently, reassuring her. Then I entered her with one finger slowly. P wasn't bound or gagged. I wanted her first time to be an enjoyable experience with freedom to express herself. P's moans and groans told me all I needed to know. But this was my moment as much as hers. Her one virginity I could take, completely and utterly mine. No one elses. Mine to take. I felt her tightness, her heat, her pulsing rectum around my finger. And it felt sweet.
Once I had my finger fully inserted up to the knuckle, I held it there for a while so P could get used to it. I stroked inside her, teasing her sensitive lining. Causing her a new range of feelings and sensations. Allowing her a tantalising glimpse of the beauty of anal play. Then I began to thrust it gently and evenly. In and out. Keeping up an even pace. Nothing to frighten, nothing to hurt, only to arouse and gauge P's reactions. Everything that she had read, everything that she had devoured about anal play could not have prepared her for how it really felt. Add to that the fact it was her Lady doing it, only sealed my domination over her. I totally owned her now, mind body and soul.
Obviously P was tight so I didn't overdo the anal play. A few minutes was all I needed to claim P in every sense. I had explored every part of her in our few sessions since March. But this was only the beginning. Later that night we read some of her books together. Those books helped us to talk to each other about anal play. I was able to instruct her on what kind of training I wanted her to do in our long absence when she finally left me. It would be 8 weeks until we would meet again at the end of July. 8 long weeks when the momentum could be lost. One of the books had a very informative passage about anal and BDSM. But those weeks would also give P time to explore herself and become accustomed to anal play. Of course it wasn't the same thing as being there and doing it myself. But I was conscious that our long absences could damage the progress we had made. Her training would be for pussy and anus, ensuring I kept mental control of both. Ensuring that P was fully prepared for our next meeting, and others afterwards. Even if we were miles apart, I would send her emails that she had to comply with, and her weekly diaries would inform me of her progress. Online chats became e-sessions where I could control and instruct her as well as share mutual fantasises. And the one thing that bound us both was trust. I trusted her to do as I told her, and when we were online together, she followed all my instructions.
I'm sure for many experiences D's, this is all child's play. But for us, it was the start of a new and exciting path together.
Once I had my finger fully inserted up to the knuckle, I held it there for a while so P could get used to it. I stroked inside her, teasing her sensitive lining. Causing her a new range of feelings and sensations. Allowing her a tantalising glimpse of the beauty of anal play. Then I began to thrust it gently and evenly. In and out. Keeping up an even pace. Nothing to frighten, nothing to hurt, only to arouse and gauge P's reactions. Everything that she had read, everything that she had devoured about anal play could not have prepared her for how it really felt. Add to that the fact it was her Lady doing it, only sealed my domination over her. I totally owned her now, mind body and soul.
Obviously P was tight so I didn't overdo the anal play. A few minutes was all I needed to claim P in every sense. I had explored every part of her in our few sessions since March. But this was only the beginning. Later that night we read some of her books together. Those books helped us to talk to each other about anal play. I was able to instruct her on what kind of training I wanted her to do in our long absence when she finally left me. It would be 8 weeks until we would meet again at the end of July. 8 long weeks when the momentum could be lost. One of the books had a very informative passage about anal and BDSM. But those weeks would also give P time to explore herself and become accustomed to anal play. Of course it wasn't the same thing as being there and doing it myself. But I was conscious that our long absences could damage the progress we had made. Her training would be for pussy and anus, ensuring I kept mental control of both. Ensuring that P was fully prepared for our next meeting, and others afterwards. Even if we were miles apart, I would send her emails that she had to comply with, and her weekly diaries would inform me of her progress. Online chats became e-sessions where I could control and instruct her as well as share mutual fantasises. And the one thing that bound us both was trust. I trusted her to do as I told her, and when we were online together, she followed all my instructions.
I'm sure for many experiences D's, this is all child's play. But for us, it was the start of a new and exciting path together.
08 September 2009
New Explorations Part 1
Our sessions in May were the start of something new. When I had first discussed with P what her hard and soft boundaries were, anal play had been somewhere between the two. It wasn't something she was interested in. Now as her Domme, I could still have inflicted it upon her as punishment. However, if P had such strong, negative feelings about it, I believed that there would be little gained from trying to force the issue. As it was P didn't have specifically strong or negative issues. If anything, P was indifferent to it. She hadn't thought about it for her own (or anyone elses) pleasure. She had explored it briefly with an ex b/f but the experience hadn't been enjoyable. As it was, it was P herself who came round to the idea.
Since we had started on our journey together, I had encouraged P to read, read and read up on BDSM and all its connotations. Not just facts like how to do something, what to do if or what should I do but to read up on personal experiences. The more P read, the more her boundaries began to change. She wanted to serve, to please, to submit completely. She wanted to experience the conflict of pleasure from pain, punishment, compliance, humility, servitude, joy and complete abandonment. And it was this path, that led P to opening her mind to anal play. She showed me a particular fiction story about anal play which struck a chord with her. A chord that resonated and sang to her.
I encouraged this chord to sing louder. I suggested to P that she should buy some books on certain things and one of them was anal play. Once P read the book, her interest in anal play went up several levels. We started to talk about it more openly and P expressed her wish that she wanted to explore anal play. She had read how anal play was seen as the ultimate submission by many subs and wanted me to be the one to take her anal 'virginity'. This excited me so much. To be given the opportunity to do this, and also for P to be so willing, wanting and accepting.
When P visited in May, I had plans for this to be the first time I would make this a part of our sessions. Shaving her pussy, branding her to my liking, making her mine was all part of the increased intimacy between us. Enhancing the bonding process. And it would be a natural progression to introducing anal play. I knew that P was excited about it happening, she just didn't know when. And I like to keep things unexpected, retain the element of surprise. To make each session memorable in some way. I was just as excited. For P to give me this ultimate act of submission was thrilling but I also had a sense of pride in being the one to introduce her to anal play. And that she trusted me to be the one to do it. P trusted me not just because she did, she also knew I had previous experience with anal play. That experience was part of her trust in me. Even so, it was another responsibility for me as her Domme.
Was I scared? Yes. Did it stop me? No.
Since we had started on our journey together, I had encouraged P to read, read and read up on BDSM and all its connotations. Not just facts like how to do something, what to do if or what should I do but to read up on personal experiences. The more P read, the more her boundaries began to change. She wanted to serve, to please, to submit completely. She wanted to experience the conflict of pleasure from pain, punishment, compliance, humility, servitude, joy and complete abandonment. And it was this path, that led P to opening her mind to anal play. She showed me a particular fiction story about anal play which struck a chord with her. A chord that resonated and sang to her.
I encouraged this chord to sing louder. I suggested to P that she should buy some books on certain things and one of them was anal play. Once P read the book, her interest in anal play went up several levels. We started to talk about it more openly and P expressed her wish that she wanted to explore anal play. She had read how anal play was seen as the ultimate submission by many subs and wanted me to be the one to take her anal 'virginity'. This excited me so much. To be given the opportunity to do this, and also for P to be so willing, wanting and accepting.
When P visited in May, I had plans for this to be the first time I would make this a part of our sessions. Shaving her pussy, branding her to my liking, making her mine was all part of the increased intimacy between us. Enhancing the bonding process. And it would be a natural progression to introducing anal play. I knew that P was excited about it happening, she just didn't know when. And I like to keep things unexpected, retain the element of surprise. To make each session memorable in some way. I was just as excited. For P to give me this ultimate act of submission was thrilling but I also had a sense of pride in being the one to introduce her to anal play. And that she trusted me to be the one to do it. P trusted me not just because she did, she also knew I had previous experience with anal play. That experience was part of her trust in me. Even so, it was another responsibility for me as her Domme.
Was I scared? Yes. Did it stop me? No.
07 September 2009
Moving Forward
Now that my mind and soul were settled, I no longer suffered anxieties in the run up to P's next visit at the end of May. P stayed with me for a few days, so I was able to plan more than one session and maintain momentum. I had discussed with P my wish that her pussy be shaved nude. I also wanted to be the one to do it. As part of our continuity. P had trimmed herself neatly but struggled to go further. Mentally it was an issue as she had never done it before. So I decided that I would do it first. It enabled me to learn how I would perform the same act upon her. I now ensure that I am nude and shaved. I love it and embrace it. Knowing that in this small way we were one and the same.
The interim period we were apart I had instructed P to gather together a specific 'costume' as part of a shared fantasy. P had been buying the items to construct her own school uniform. I would be her 'headmistress' who 'trained' pupils to be hussies. It's something that works for us, especially for P as it is the ultimate exchange of power and responsibility and marries quite well with her day job. By the time she arrived in May, P had most of the outfit, though the completed costume would materialise later in the summer. But school skirt and white blouse with her long hair in pigtails was more than enough to start with! P also brought some new toys that I had asked her to purchase.
I had started to stand with my back to her when P first entered the room. It gave me a sense of strength from the beginning, with P kneeling behind me. I could see her reflection in the mirror and know what effect I was having upon her. The power I felt rippling through me was immense. The adrenalin all consuming. I made her kiss my shoes, show me her devotion. So arousing. I instructed P to tell me what I owned, what parts of her body. P hesitated at first as she was unused to speaking this out loud. I made her name each part from her head to her toes and all points in between. Again, I felt an overwhelming sense of power envelope me. When it does, the arousal levels increase and I can feel myself get so wet. Afterwards, I made P strip off her skirt and blouse. Then I ordered her to show me the new toys from the toy box. This she did happily. May be to her disappointment, I ordered her to put them away again. Then I made P remove the rest of her lingerie until she was naked. I made her stand in front of the mirror as part of accepting her body which she had become mentally detached from. Although she still felt uncomfortable being forced to see herself, each time she does so is a little longer.
Then I commenced with the intimate act of shaving her pussy. P suspected that I would do this and of course seeing the paraphernalia laid out with a bowl of water confirmed those suspicions. I was nervous. I didn't want to hurt her, cut her. I asked if she trusted me, P said she did with all her heart. As P was trimmed, the task was made easier. However, I didn't want to rush it either. I wanted to ensure it was to my requirements. But I wanted it to be part of the whole bonding experience. To mentally and physically bond P to me as my sub. That P would never allow anyone else to do this and apart from herself, no one else would touch her pussy again.
The slow strokes of the razor, the foam that caressed her skin, the warmth of the water - it all added to the atmosphere between us. I don't remember how long it took for me to shave her, it doesn't matter. When it was done, I bade P to stand so she could see herself in the mirror. The look on her face was priceless. Her eyes shone and a small smile flickered across her face. When she turned to look at me, I saw only devotion and submissiveness in P's eyes. And pride. In a way I had marked her. I instructed P that she was to maintain this from now on. And as we were also moving forward into the realms of anal play, I would also want her to be shaved there too. (I shall blog more on this; our discussions and how P switched from seeing anal as a 'red' zone, to one she desired.)
The rest of the session was my continued claiming of her body in the way I desired, using and bending her to my will. Teaching P that she is there for my pleasure, anything she gains from it is incidental. Any orgasm is at my discretion. Training, claiming and ownership. Now she knew how I wanted her most intimate parts of her body to look, P knew how much control I was exerting upon her. Not just physically but mentally. And her diaries reflected just how much I was inside her head. It made me smile with triumph. We were indeed moving forward.
The interim period we were apart I had instructed P to gather together a specific 'costume' as part of a shared fantasy. P had been buying the items to construct her own school uniform. I would be her 'headmistress' who 'trained' pupils to be hussies. It's something that works for us, especially for P as it is the ultimate exchange of power and responsibility and marries quite well with her day job. By the time she arrived in May, P had most of the outfit, though the completed costume would materialise later in the summer. But school skirt and white blouse with her long hair in pigtails was more than enough to start with! P also brought some new toys that I had asked her to purchase.
I had started to stand with my back to her when P first entered the room. It gave me a sense of strength from the beginning, with P kneeling behind me. I could see her reflection in the mirror and know what effect I was having upon her. The power I felt rippling through me was immense. The adrenalin all consuming. I made her kiss my shoes, show me her devotion. So arousing. I instructed P to tell me what I owned, what parts of her body. P hesitated at first as she was unused to speaking this out loud. I made her name each part from her head to her toes and all points in between. Again, I felt an overwhelming sense of power envelope me. When it does, the arousal levels increase and I can feel myself get so wet. Afterwards, I made P strip off her skirt and blouse. Then I ordered her to show me the new toys from the toy box. This she did happily. May be to her disappointment, I ordered her to put them away again. Then I made P remove the rest of her lingerie until she was naked. I made her stand in front of the mirror as part of accepting her body which she had become mentally detached from. Although she still felt uncomfortable being forced to see herself, each time she does so is a little longer.
Then I commenced with the intimate act of shaving her pussy. P suspected that I would do this and of course seeing the paraphernalia laid out with a bowl of water confirmed those suspicions. I was nervous. I didn't want to hurt her, cut her. I asked if she trusted me, P said she did with all her heart. As P was trimmed, the task was made easier. However, I didn't want to rush it either. I wanted to ensure it was to my requirements. But I wanted it to be part of the whole bonding experience. To mentally and physically bond P to me as my sub. That P would never allow anyone else to do this and apart from herself, no one else would touch her pussy again.
The slow strokes of the razor, the foam that caressed her skin, the warmth of the water - it all added to the atmosphere between us. I don't remember how long it took for me to shave her, it doesn't matter. When it was done, I bade P to stand so she could see herself in the mirror. The look on her face was priceless. Her eyes shone and a small smile flickered across her face. When she turned to look at me, I saw only devotion and submissiveness in P's eyes. And pride. In a way I had marked her. I instructed P that she was to maintain this from now on. And as we were also moving forward into the realms of anal play, I would also want her to be shaved there too. (I shall blog more on this; our discussions and how P switched from seeing anal as a 'red' zone, to one she desired.)
The rest of the session was my continued claiming of her body in the way I desired, using and bending her to my will. Teaching P that she is there for my pleasure, anything she gains from it is incidental. Any orgasm is at my discretion. Training, claiming and ownership. Now she knew how I wanted her most intimate parts of her body to look, P knew how much control I was exerting upon her. Not just physically but mentally. And her diaries reflected just how much I was inside her head. It made me smile with triumph. We were indeed moving forward.
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