Sensual Domme

I visited P a couple of weekends ago.  Most of the time was quite vanilla as we just wanted to be together more than anything else.  The pleasure derived from just cuddling on the sofa (we also have a RL relationship) can never be underestimated.  The one thing I did do with P was servitude.  I am certainly getting a liking for it.  Utterly selfish and simply wonderful on a basic level.  The one place I exert this is in the bathroom.  P has a lovely large bath and I just love laying up to my neck in the warm waters with scented bubbles.  I take this opportunity to train her, so that she knows what I like and how I like things to be set up.  On Friday evening, I merely left out what bubble bath to use and a couple of other items I needed and let her do the rest.  I waited in her bedroom, perusing her books until she informed me it was ready.

The simple act of helping me undress before I slipped gratefully into the bath is an intimate affair.  She knelt by the bath patiently waiting for any instruction I gave her.  I bade her to wash my back.  She carefully avoided eye contact with me as she did this task.  A task I knew would ignite her senses and give her great joy.  I just closed my eyes and enjoyed it.  I washed, shaved my legs and rinsed clean.  I stepped from the bath and my Hussy wrapped me in a warm, fluffy towel.  She helped to dry me and moisturised my back.  Then I slipped on a bath robe and she carefully put slippers on my feet.  I went downstairs while she diligently cleaned the bath and tidied up.  Afterwards I enjoyed a wonderful foot and hand massage.

After a hard day shopping on Saturday, then relaxing in front of the telly I announced that I would be having another bath.  No play had occurred between us up to that point, and to be honest, I didn't want to.  I was luxuriating in just being with her.  But as I went upstairs to have another bath, I felt the need to be dominant, if only for a little while.  I took her into her bedroom and instructed her to strip for inspection.  I don't know if I took her by surprise.  She stripped for me and I carefully inspected her.  I was pleased to see that she perfect.  Then I put a pillow across my lap as I sat on the bed and told her to lay across me.  I started to spank her with my hand warming up her milky white skin so it started to glow.  Then I switched to my trusty rubber flogger.  I love the noise of it and the way I can tease softly or slap harshly.  I asked her if she liked it and she said yes.  So I gave her some more of the flogger.

Then I told her to stand up so I could get off the bed.  I made her lay down on it, on her back with her legs apart.  Exposed to me, I began to tease with the flogger before applying it with a swift swooshing motion, twirling it over her body.  I concentrated on her breasts and nipples which I knew were very sensitive to the flogger before making my way down to her pussy.  She mewed and whimpered as I slapped her pussy with the flogger.  My Hussy likes to be pussy whipped.

When her pussy was glowing softly and my Hussy was gasping for breath, I cruelly stopped play.  It was time for my bath after all.  Naked, she followed me into the bathroom as I selected by bubble bath and left her to set up for me.  When it was ready, she quietly came to fetch me. Once again she helped me to undress and carefully took my clothes away before I slipped into the lovely bath.  For a while I just lay there, relaxing and enjoying the simple pleasure of a bath.  Then I sat up and began to wash.  My Hussy was kneeling patiently, naked with her eyes downcast.  Again I asked her to wash my back.  She leaned up and began to do so, moving the scrunchy smoothly over my skin.  Afterwards she poured warm water over my back from a jug to rinse me.  I shivered and giggled softly at the way the water trickled over my skin.  I turned to her and said how weird it must be for her to see how she could affect me instead of the other way round.  She timidly agreed that it was odd for her to be able to do so.  Then I told her to look at me.  Shyly P did so as she hardly ever is allowed to look at me in this fashion.  Our eyes locked and I knew that I wanted to take our D/s to another level.

P continued to pour water over my back.  She seemed fascinated by the way that the simple act of trickling water over my body caused such a reaction within me.  And it was all at her hand.  I asked her if she wanted to wash more of me. 

Afterwards I stepped out of the bath so P could wrap the warm towel around me.  She helped me to dry before easing slippers onto my feet and the bathrobe over my shoulders.  As I left the bathroom, she began to empty the bath and tidy up without being instructed.  It had been a sensual and loving moment between us.  I wanted to show P that I cared about her as her Lady in more ways than just dominance, discipline and servitude.  I wanted to show her that I loved her and that we could share that love.  I also want her to experience more of how she affects me, how her actions cause a chain reaction.  And how these simple acts can enhance the bond between us even more.

How do I control thee?

Let me count the ways.

Okay I'll stop with the massacre of Shakespeare and get on with the article.  But at least you know what it's going to be about.   There are many ways to control within a D/s relationship.  Over the course of my journey with P, I have been able to exert more and more control over her as time goes on.  And of course, some of it has been trial and error.  What works for us might not work for someone else.  We also have the added difficulty of having a long distance relationship so everything we do has to backed up with absolute trust.  I trust P that when I tell her to do something, she does it.  And visa versa if needs be.

For me, I can place my control mechanisms into two camps.  Mental control and physical control.  The mental control can be subtle, gentle, applied over time.  Other times it can be as subtle as a brick, in your face, made obvious.  Physical control is often used during sessions, when I am able to be with her or see her such as when we do an e-session via Skype.  One thing I have discovered is that both sides often merge so that the control can be both mental and physical.  So let's try and separate them first and start with mental control.

I like to get inside P's mind, know what makes her tick, her likes and dislikes.  I have done that through her many diaries that she sends me.  Gradually I have invaded her mind, almost like being inside it.  Often in the past, P has told me that she will think of me at random times of the day.  Especially when it nears the time for a visit or e-session.  I fill her thoughts completely.  Anticipation and a certain healthy amount of trepidation help to accelerate this.  I like being there.  For one it's a little bit slutty!  I have been able to open up her inner most thoughts, something she has found difficult to do in the past.  A lot of the mental control I have over P now is the result of all the previous months and sessions we've spent together.  It's been a learning curve for both of us.  I know I can flick her internal 'switch'.  Play sessions have enabled me to gauge her reactions, know her limits.  How far can I push or punish her?  The biggest thing mentally is that she knows she's there for my pleasure, my enjoyment.  She's my toy.  And her will to submit to me hasn't diminished.  In fact it has grown.  I have been able to exert more control over her.  Now I have started to train her to serve me, do things for me, pamper me.  This is a different kind of control.  No bondage or pain is required.  It is all about my needs and her wish to please me.  I know that quite often, she is thinking of me, of my dominance over her.  My words are just as effect as any of my actions.  I have reprimanded her, praised her, teased and denied her with equal affect.  Sometimes I now don't even need to say anything.  I can just give her one look and she understands what it means.  That is very pleasing for me.  To have that amount of mental control over her.  She knows by my reaction whether she has pleased me or not.  It's almost like remote control sometimes.  P has told me it's rather like Big Brother, someone is always watching her.

Physical control is more hands on.  In its basic form it comprises of bondage and restraint.  In whatever degree I wish.  Sometimes it's just her wrists, other times it's all appendages so she is completely helpless.  I like to control her senses, deprive her of one of them heightening the others.  The most common way is blindfold.  Unable to see, I have the element of surprise at my disposal.  I can see her reactions and be fluid in how I decide to use and play with her.  Even without restraint, I can control her to do as I wish.  Kneel, lay down, kiss my shoe or boot, stand still, stand in the corner and face the wall.  This one I use for punishment and combines both elements of physical and mental.  And with servitude, I control her every move.  Fetch this, do that, kneel here, wait, massage my feet.  Or just be there for me to pet every now and again and if you're very good, you can rest your head on my lap while I stroke your hair.

One of my favourite control mechanisms is the touching ban.  Physically frustrating for anyone with a hint of a sex drive, mentally devastating.  Usually I impose this a couple of days prior to a visit and a day before an e-session.  It helps to concentrate her mind on what is to come.   I have also used it for punishment.  I think the longest she was banned was almost a week.  That was very difficult for her, but she knew why it was imposed (along with a few other things) and it worked.  Now she hasn't got to the begging stage during a ban, but I'm sure in her mind she has.  Begging.  P is uncomfortable begging.  I love to hear it.  I make her beg to ask me to cum.  She has to beg badly (or good) enough for me to grant it.  And depending on how I feel, I might allow it and then again I might not.

I wasn't expecting this to be quite so long and I don't think I've covered every aspect of control between us.  But it does give you an idea of what happens within a D/s dynamic.  May be it even gives you a few ideas to use for your own D/s.  It's only when you try and write it down, that you realise just how much goes into a D/s on both sides.  Ultimately she trusts me and puts herself in my hands.  To give that level of submission must be the ultimate symbol of my control over her.

A Day In The Life Of...

I rose late.  I lay in bed luxuriating in the warmth of my duvet as the snow was still on the ground outside.  I smiled as my body glowed from post orgasm, the throb between my legs continuing like an aftershock.  A wonderful start to a Sunday morning.  Of course, I had to get up eventually.  I made myself breakfast and gazed out of the window, admiring the snow that still clung to the ground as birds flocked to the feeders.  I sipped my tea before clearing everything away.  Then I turned my attentions to myself.  Sundays are one of favourite days for complete body preparation.

Thus I prepared my shower and collected all the items I needed.  My regime starts with an all over exfoliation.  It has a soft floral oriental scent with violet, pepper and vanilla notes.  I inhale it and feel wonderfully smooth.  I rinse clean before I apply my moisturising body wash.  I start to layer the scents now.  This one is infused with rosehip, coconut and vitamin E.  Now my body is soft as well as smooth as silk.  After washing my hair, I cleanse my face with an expensive facial wash.  I feel amazing.

I step from the shower and go to my boudoir.  Here I dry my body before applying an intense moisturiser infused with orange blossom and pomegranate.  The scented layers assault my senses.  Now I can dress.  As I do so, I feel a pair of eyes upon me.  I turn around and see you there.  How long have you been watching me?  I have no idea as I've been so engrossed in my regime, making my body scented, smooth and alluring that I haven't noticed anyone watching me.  You kneel at my feet and ask if I require any assistance.  My clothes are laid out on the bed.

'You may help me dress.'  My instruction is obeyed immediately.  You pass my lingerie and I slip it on as you lower your eyes out of respect.  I smile at your embarrassment at being caught out.  You have watched me many times before, lusted and desired to serve me but kept your emotions hidden.  You that gaze at my feet when I wear my leather high heeled shoes, or my stiletto boots.  You who gulps for breath whenever I stand next to you wearing my stockings and suspenders, that you can look upon but never touch.

I peel on my stockings slowly over my legs watching you strain to be good, to be submissive, attentive and never show your emotions.  But I know the affect I have on you.  You silently pass me the rest of my clothes.  I step into my dress and fluff my hair in the mirror before easing into my lovely new shoes.  Shoes that demand you kiss them and pay them due reverence.  Pay your homage to me.  And what do I give you in return?  My full and undivided attention.  Using all my skills and expertise to tease and deny you.  I tell you to stand as I sit on my chair.  I bend you over my lap and I start to spank you, hard.  This is for staring at me.  You thank me though I know you want me to stop.  I smile as you wiggle on my lap.  I spank through your pants, then I remove them to show your bare skin, skin that is already red.  I spank you with my hand and you stop wiggling.  I hear you whimper as you battle with the stinging pain countered with your arousal at being over my lap.  I pick up my favourite slipper and start to slap it hard across your bum.  You jump and yelp.  I need silence from you.  I take your wet pants and stuff them in your mouth.  Now you look at me with sorrowful eyes as I've humiliated you.  I smile as I continue to slap you.

I hear you snivel and whimper through your gag but feel your wetness on my lap, the heat of your groin.  I know I am doing a good job on you.  I love doing this to you, a mixture of pleasure and pain.  I drop the slipper and pick up my hairbrush.  You mew at the sight of it.  I paddle your bum, hitting it with the flat wooden side.  Then I flip it over and drag some of the bristles gently over your tender skin.  Despite your gag, I hear you yelp, whimper and pine.  I repeat the process to reinforce my dominance over you.  You stop yelping, and all I hear are snivels and whimpers.  I drop the hairbrush, remove your gag and tell you to stand.  You instantly kneel and thank me.  I smile and extend my hand.  You take it gently and kiss it.  I dismiss you, my work is done.  Now I can relax and lay down on the sofa, knowing you will wait on me quite literally hand and foot.

And who are you?  You are anyone who visits me here.  Who reads my blog, looks at my photos.  Who desires to serve and submit to me.  And you know who you are.  I catch you peeking, looking up from your desk when you should be working, glancing over your shoulder as I walk by.  You think of me and find you can't concentrate on anything else.  I'm sure your mind wanders to what I could do to you, and what you could do for me.  And how you can be a part in a day of my life.  All you have to decide is whether this day I have recited is fantasy or reality...

Scent

The one thing that helps connect us when we're apart is scent. My hussy uses a particular perfume, a certain shower gel and moisturiser that I instantly recognise whenever we're together. When I prepare for one of our sessions, I tend to use a certain brand of shower creme, moisturiser and perfume oil which she associates with her Lady. We send each other cards and letters, personal thoughts that are captured forever in words that will never fade. We have photographs so that we don't forget what we look like, how we felt when we've been together. But it's the scent that instantly brings us together no matter how far apart we are.

Whenever we visit, one of us leaves an article of clothing behind under a pillow. Usually this is something simple like a nightie or a pair of PJ's that hold our scent for a long time. So that if the distance seems too great, the length of time too long, I can just hold my Hussy's clothing to my face and inhale her. Her scent is wonderful, intoxicating, sensual, pure. It's almost like oxygen, like needing the air to breathe. I need it to know she is still there, that she slept in my bed, that we shared the same space, breathed the same air, loved the same way. It continues to bind us long after she has gone, makes my soul fly to her, joins us and makes me sing. Literally.

And then we are together again.

Obession or addiction?

Are they both the same?  Or different sides of the same coin.

Obsession: noun

1. the domination of one's thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire, etc.

2. the idea, image, desire, feeling, etc., itself.

3. the state of being obsessed.

4. the act of obsessing.

Addiction: noun

The state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming, as narcotics, to such an extent that its cessation causes severe trauma. 

I smoke, this is an addiction.  Sometimes I get addicted to other things but for shorter, manageable time spans such as chocolate.  I blame hormones for that.  I have a mild addiction to spanking mainly because I love it so much.  Spanking my Hussy is simply too erotic and delicious for words.  Sometimes I can get obsessed.  My current obsession seems to be boots particularly thigh or knee high, black boots with some kind of heel.  I was lured, indeed seduced by such a pair at the weekend and I succumbed to this weakness.  They are OTK black boots with stiletto heels.  I could never walk down the street in them or I would break a leg!  But in my Chamber they will do just nicely.  Lingerie could also be another obsession.  My collection has grown and I enjoy wearing it regardless of what the occasion is.  It seems to give me an inner strength and feeling of power which no one else is aware off.  The same happens when I tend to wear some of my work boots which are comfortable for every day but still make me feel dominant in a subtle way.

So my obsessions and addictions help to shape me.  They give me infinite pleasure and some confidence when I need it.   I know not to let them interfere with my everyday life although I have been known to day dream at work about my Hussy and what I might do to her at our next session.  But this is probably no more than any other couple in life day dreaming about their night in or weekend in bed.  If anything, I am able to embrace some aspects of them, ingratiate them into everyday life and yet they remain silent and hidden to everyone.  So my subtle smile doesn't give anything away and I only know why my obsessions and addictions make me feel rather happy.

What are your secret obsessions and addictions......???

I am a goddess

And sometimes I want to be worshipped.  In my previous post, I touched on this subject.  Sex is not the overriding factor in our D/s relationship.  It has primarily being about my dominance and P's submission.  Together as comparative novices, we have explored this.  And as we've explored, our horizons have broadened.  I have stretched her boundaries, mentally and physically.  Taken her to a variety of limits and set her imagination on fire.  I have encouraged her to embrace certain things, learn to be a true hussy as well as serve me in several different ways.  But sex has never been a priority.  May be because I try and ensure there is a distinct difference between our D/s side and our RL relationship.  One is totally controlled, manipulated and completely on my terms.  The other is about mutual love and equality.  For that reason, I rarely indulge in using P as my sex slave in any kind of way.  Although I know she actually fantasises about this a lot.  She has admitted this in her diaries on many occasions.  In turn, I have had to mentally adjust to my own desires and that includes sometimes, that I do want to use her in that way.

I started out slowly.  However with some experimentation I have found there are certain things I love P to do in the privacy of my Chamber.  To do it on command, knowing if she doesn't perform well or do as I want, I can punish her makes me highly aroused.   The main thing that arouses me is when I get P to worship my body.  Often it's just simple things like my feet.  Getting her to kiss my feet is heaven.  I restrict her to just my feet and ankles.  Doing this means in small degrees means that anything I give her, is unique and always a surprise.  She doesn't expect to be able to touch me in any way, so when I allow it, her eyes quite literally sparkle.  My favourite has to be when I get P to kiss my bum.  I lift my the hem of my short dress exposing my behind normally clad in tight silky panties, lie face down on the bed and command her to kiss it.  It is nothing short of ecstasy for me and I have been known to leave a wet patch on the bed as a result.  A mixture of heavenly stimulation and domination seems to override my senses.

Last Friday, I had already decided that as part of P's punishment she would deliver some appropriate body worship of her Lady.  So after the physical deed with the crop had been done, I prepared her for this.  Deliberately I blindfolded her and bound her wrists together.  This was so that she couldn't see anything.  Only smell and touch with her mouth and tongue.  I also know that she's out of practise with the certain body worship I wanted her to do.  I admit that oral sex doesn't actually bring me to orgasm.  I enjoy it, but it doesn't seem to send me senseless.  But for me, it was simply the act of doing it that was important.  Positioning her face between my open thighs was almost perfection.  Occasionally I berated her on her lack of skill, tapped her skin with the crop to encourage her but in the main I remained silent.  I have no idea what it did to her mentally.  I shall wait to find out with her own blog on FL or may be her diary at the end of this week.  Just to rub things in a little bit, I stopped her after about ten minutes and finished myself off with my trusty vibrator.  She was still blindfolded, bound and kneeling on her cushion but she could hear everything quite clearly as I had a wonderful multiple orgasm.

Afterwards I just lay on the bed and basked in the glow of it all.  A divine punishment with the crop followed by some goddess worship.  My mind thought of the fridge magnet that is in the kitchen.  P bought it for me a while ago.  It says simply 'I'm really easy to get on with, once you learn how to worship me'.  I think that says it all.

Deflowered

P arrived on Friday for the weekend.  Indeed it is only a few hours since she has left for her drive back home.  As it was my birthday on Saturday, I wanted most of our time together to be vanilla time, quality time spent together.  I had already informed her that her punishment would be meted out quickly as it was long overdue.  My earlier post had stated my intent to use the riding crop.  The virgin riding crop.  It was itching to be used for its rightful purpose.

After her arrival, and settling back into the familiar surroundings of my home, we ate dinner.  I kept thinking of the riding crop and purging the punishment as soon as possible.  I took her into my Chamber and she knelt dutifully before me on her cushion.  I walked around her in silence.  She knew what she was there for.  I instructed her to stand and remove her skirt.  She had been on a no panties rule since she leaving work earlier that same day.  Graciously I gave her the option of either bending over the bed or holding on to the low stool.  P chose the low stool and assumed the position.

I picked up the riding crop and sliced it through the air for a couple of practice swings, to ensure I had enough space to wield the crop and get the correct angle so that only the leather slapper end connected with my Hussy's skin.  I told P to count each stroke out loud.  She knows never to lose count.  I landed the crop with even strokes, not hurried, alternating on each buttock.  The first ten or so were taken well and soon her milky bum held a rosy glow.  This became redder and redder as I continued.  By twenty, P was starting to falter.  The crop's effects clearly audible in her voice.  I paused longer between strokes so that each one retained their freshness.  The sound of the crop swiping through the air is quite remarkable.  When it landed on P's skin, the snap was loud and clear.  I derived great satisfaction from P's visible discomfort, the way her bum cheeks changed colour from milky white to pink then a deeper red and from the sound of her pained voice.

At thirty strokes, I announced the punishment dealt with and P's slate was clean again.  She thanked me profusely.  I stood over her and gave her a stern lecture on lateness, how it would never be tolerated and that if it happened again the strokes would be doubled.  I never raise my voice, always speaking quietly but with authority.  She was suitably humbled and shame faced.  I think the knowledge and promise of sixty strokes of my crop if the event was ever repeated ensured the point wasn't lost.  It was then I put the second part of the session into affect.  After blindfolding and binding her wrists, I set her to work giving me pleasure.  I have only written a few times about this because sex is not a major part of D/s relationship.  Arousal, excitement, teasing, denial are more common.  Sometimes I succumb to my desires and allow P to worship me on my terms.  Friday was one of those occasions when I succumbed.  In fact I had been day dreaming about it all day.  So once I had secured her as I wanted, I lay back and positioned her head between my thighs so she could work on pleasuring her Lady.  She gets very nervous when pressed into this kind of service despite the high level of excitement it gives her to be quite literally so close to her Lady.  When I was satisfied by her worship, I stopped her and removed her blindfold.  She then had to listen as I picked up my vibrator and finish myself off.  I have yet to find out how she felt as she knelt, head bowed while I achieved a long, multiple orgasm but I can only imagine.  For me, it was the perfect end to our session.

Two sleeps

Until my Hussy is with me again.  And it will be extra special as it's my birthday on Saturday.  All gifts, cheques etc from my faithful followers will be gratefully received...   I have already sent her a list of instructions so she knows what to bring, what to wear, how to prepare her body.  All the essentials I crave from my Hussy.  I intend for her to have more servitude training as I so enjoyed being pampered by my Hussy last time.  P takes her servitude very seriously and was honoured to be able to serve me outside of the Chamber.

Of course my regular readers will know there is the little matter of an outstanding punishment from a few weeks ago.  She has already completed her 200 lines which I received just before I went on holiday.  The riding crop which she bought for me on our last weekend together has sat in the corner of my bedroom just waiting.  Waiting for her arrival.  It is essentially virgin apart from caressing her body with some tantalising slaps, for punishment purposes it is virgin.  And now I intend to use it for her punishment.  Just the thought of the slap and sound of it on her white ass almost makes me combust.  I know it will sting and hurt but as it's punishment, she will take it. I have yet to calculate how many to give her, I want to get the number just right to bring tears to her eyes and leave nice red marks. Seeing her with a rosy glow on both sets of cheeks will be very satisfying.  I might even be tempted to use a hairbrush.  I know she will read this, and what it will do to her mindset for the next two sleeps.  Very satisfying indeed.

I'm back

And feeling very, very happy after a wonderful holiday.  Getting back into RL has been slow as there has been a lot to catch up with.  I won't bore you with the details but I certainly ate and drank too much with too many late nights for good measure!  The weather was great and I am definitely a darker shade courtesy of the hot sunshine of the Canary Islands.  But now I can start to plan for next weekend when P returns.  Aside from RL catch up, there remains an outstanding punishment plus P will be engaged with more servitude training.  She has been emailed my updated Wish List as I have additional beauty products placed on the list after discovering a wonderful facial range whilst I indulged myself on the cruise ship's spa.  Oh and my vibrator went through the baggage scanner without alerting security I was a terrorist which was a definite bonus!  It ensured I had plenty of my own late night entertainment...

Adieu for now

Tomorrow I will be on my long awaited holiday with my best friend.  So this is my last post for awhile until my return.  My Hussy will be going on her own holiday in a weeks time and I wish her a happy holiday too.  I know that we will both enjoy our separate experiences.  This will be the longest time we haven't talked to each other in some shape or form since we first started talking to each other almost 2 years ago.  It will be very strange but I also hope refreshing to our relationship.

So I wish you adieu but in the meantime, don't stop the kink!

I am gracious

When the punishment has been taken, the lines produced and even sent to me without instruction to do so (due to my impending departure on a well deserved holiday, more of which in another post) and the touching ban has hot my Hussy particularly hard this week, then I am gracious and lift the ban.  Of course the physical punishment remains outstanding.  That will have to wait for next month.  I know that the ban greatly affected her not least because she edited my photos from our session two weeks ago.  Viewing me in all my dominant glory with stockings, suspenders, high heeled shoes and riding crop was almost unbearable.  So just to remind my Hussy, I have instructed her to write a journal piece for FetLife by 11pm tomorrow.  It should make for interesting reading.  I look forward to it.  Almost as much as I look forward to cropping her backside in due course...

Lines completed

Today Hussy completed her punishment.  200 lines as instructed in my previous blog post.  And as instructed, a photo to prove the punishment.

Now all I have to decide is when her touching ban is lifted.....

Disappointment

Sometimes it seems I take three steps forward then two steps back with my Hussy.  After the late diary fiasco, I set her a series of tasks, published her lines here on the blog with a very public admonishment and delivered her physical punishment last weekend.  This week she was set another series of three tasks.  Two of which were accomplished perfectly.  The final one had a deadline of 9pm last night.  However, she came online and apologised for getting her deadlines mixed up and hence, she was late posting her final task.  She was 56 minutes late to be precise.

So, Hussy, here is your punishment.  You are currently on a touching ban.  This will continue as I know it's as good as any school detention.  You will write 200 lines with the following sentence:

"I must learn how to keep to the task deadlines set by my Lady" in your best handwriting by 10pm on Wednesday 13 October.  You will show me them on Skype and photograph them so that I can publish them on this blog for everyone to see.

The rest of the punishment will have to wait 4 weeks as this is the next time we will be together.  If you complete this successfully, I may reconsider your touching ban.  I still expect you to continue your training, subject to your current issues.

You have let me down yet again.  Do I have to keep giving you these very public dressing downs?  Do you like to be punished?  Quite simply Hussy, you have disappointed me... again.

Bittersweet Reward

On Saturday night, I took P upstairs.  The outstanding punishment over the late diary debacle was long overdue and needed to be laid to rest.  Wipe the slate clean.  P changed into a new half balconette bra and peep hole panty set that she had bought specifically for me while I put on a teacher's black gown over my semi nude body wearing only some panties underneath.  She knelt before me and I offered my right hand for her to kiss.  I told her that the punishment would be done first.  I told her to remove her panties and bend over.  She did so, bending forward to lean on a wooden chest at the end of her bed.  I took out my special ruler, a wooden 20 inch specimen that had 'spank me' written on one side and the usual measurement markings on the other.  I told her she would receive 15 strokes.  I did this knowing that her resistance had lowered during our break from D/s over the summer and that the ruler would still inflict the right amount of pain without her having to resort to her safe word.  I laid it across her sweet spot and made her count each stroke.  The snap of wood on skin sounded loud and clear as did my Hussy's count.  I soon left wide red marks across her pale skin.  Afterwards she knelt before me, kissed my hand and thanked me knowing her sin had been absolved.

I used the vibrating nipple clamps on her which aren't that heavy but once set up do look good on her.  P had her hands behind her head helping to raise her breasts up while I attached them.  Her face was a picture as I turned them on and off several times and slapped her breasts around a little to get them jiggling.  I removed them and told her to lie on the bed face up.  I took out my manacle set that attached to each corner of the bed.  Soon she was lying spreadeagled on the bed.  I love playing with my Hussy's ample breasts so I unpacked the new toy P had bought for me.  They are nipple suction pumps with a small vibrator attached.  You simply place the suction cup over the nipple and pump the bulb to pull the nipples taut then switch on the vibrator.  Soon my Hussy was wriggling in her restraints as I alternated between her nipples.  I was having simply too much fun.  Her nipples were drawn up into the suction cups, large and plump while the vibrations caused my Hussy to gasp and writhe.

I had enough of teasing and switched to using my new riding crop.  With my Hussy spread out helpless on the bed, I chose this moment to test my new weapon.  The secret to using a crop is to flick the flapper end over the skin, using just the wrist action to create enough force to sting or slap the skin.  Just the right amount of pain/pleasure threshold.  I swiped the crop up and down her body, concentrating on particular areas such as her breasts, nipples, tummy and pussy.  Sometimes I let the crop flick down harder making P jump on the bed as the crop stung, then flicked it so that it caressed.  P is now especially partial to pussy slapping so I made sure she had plenty of it.  Soon there were little pink glowing patches on her body that would soon fade but at the time made for pleasant viewing.  I made sure I cropped her sensitive feet as she is extremely ticklish on the soles of her feet.  I rather enjoyed myself and could have happily done this for hours.  P was almost purring on the bed as she experienced the bliss of pain and pleasure with no control over what I did.

Once the crop had been successfully road tested I unbound my Hussy and told her to go onto her hands and knees.  I wanted to reclaim her anus again.  Sometimes P suffers from bowel problems and that evening her issues prevented me from doing what I really wanted to do, so I will be saving this pleasure for another session.  However, I was able to play with her gently for a while with my gloved fingers.  She moaned and arched her back towards me, wanting more but knowing the full act wouldn't be possible.  I was able to do enough for P to know who owns her anus and to make sure that the D/s bond was reinforced between us.  Afterwards I brought out her favourite bullet vibrator and began to play with her pussy.  As she had been on abstinence for a couple of days, together with the very arousing shopping trip (her jeans were sopping wet), I knew that she would be wound up and raring to go!

I started with the bullet, then gave it to P to take over.  As she did so I took the ruler and swotted her bum constantly alternating little taps with harder, sharper slaps.  Soon her bum was glowing a deeper red than before.  I wanted her to experience the real pleasure/pain principle and to see if she could still concentrate on trying to achieve orgasm while I smacked her.  I watched her struggle to keep going, her arm and legs shaking as she tried to hold herself up, maintain her position.  I would reprimand her if she slouched, smack her harder.  I created a rhythm with my ruler, keeping up the intensity as she approached orgasm.  She let go and her whole body jerked as she moaned and whimpered, panted and gasped.  I kept smacking knowing she may have a multiple if she was lucky.  Her orgasm seemed to go on forever until she could take no more.  I smacked her hard a few times in post coital before she slumped down on the bed exhausted.

She started to shake and I knew that all her emotions would quickly rise to the surface.  I was needed, she needed her Lady to comfort and hold her.  I eased onto the bed and cradled her against me, stroking her hair and telling her what a good girl she was.  My lovely, red headed Hussy.  It wasn't long before we were both asleep.  The long day shopping and then the session afterwards obviously took its toll on both of us.  But we were both happy, content and at peace.  Our souls as one.  My dear Hussy lying in my arms, her warm body pressed against mine.  She certainly earned her bittersweet reward.

The very public task

On Saturday we went shopping taking the train into the nearby city centre.  Armed with a local A-Z, we set off to find the adult shop I had found online.  My Hussy had a choice (lucky her) of performing the task in the comparative anonymity of this shop or at Ann Summers which most UK people will know is a more commercial chain of sexy lingerie/sex toys shop for the mainstream market.  Understandably P chose the quieter adult shop.  You never know what to expect in what is effectively a small back street shop.  Images of men in dirty raincoats always spring to mind.  However, the 21st century adult shop is nothing like that anymore.  It was a small shop tucked away off the main road.  But the young lady behind the counter had a bubbly personality and immediately put P at her ease as we started to browse.  The lady was very knowledgeable and was happy to help with anything we were looking for.

I think we spent about an hour there browsing not just the toys but the vast range of porno DVDs on display.  I discovered that P had never watched a porno film before, so this was something I had to rectify.  On our walk to find the shop, I had gone over the task again with P to make sure she understood as she was quite nervous about the public nature of her task.  But as she was strictly pantyless that day, I knew she would also find the whole shopping day arousing.  It was our little secret as we walked hand in hand that she was going shopping with her Lady, specifically to purchase things for me to use on her or for my own pleasure.  Well in fact everything was for my pleasure in one way or another.

So we browsed the items quite happily as other customers arrived and departed rather quicker than we did.  I made P hold out her hand so I could test various spanking items on her.  She flinched and told me how each one felt.  She seemed to be quite affected by the black riding crop.  I have been wanting one for a while and instantly latched on to it!  Then P offered some suggestions for something she hadn't experienced before.  I was looking for a hog tie and couldn't find one.  So when I asked the young lady, I think I certainly let her know we weren't just there for something kinky for a boyfriend!  Sadly they had sold out although she did offer to try and get one from another of their outlets.  The customer service was excellent!

After much thought and considering P's suggestions, the items were chosen.  The riding crop, BDSM candles and vibrating nipple pumps.  We then had a discussion with the young lady about porno films and what was the best around.  Typically my experiences from the 80's was grainy porn dubbed with supermarket music.  Times have changed and there is such an array to chose from depending on your taste, everything from amateur housewives, through to gay/lesbian, BDSM and role play.  Apparently Harmony Vision is one of the best porno production companies around.  We chose Young Harlots and took the items to the counter.  Now was P's moment.

After the usual 'do you have enough lube?' question, P was offered a loyalty card.  I said that I was sure she would be seeing a lot more of P now that we had found this Aladdin's cave of adult delights.  The young lady asked what we would be doing that night and P found her voice and said 'These items are for my Lady's pleasure' pointing to me as she did so.  The lady smiled and not missing a beat or batting an eyelid replied 'ooh that's nice!'  I smiled as mission was accomplished.  As P took the bag of goodies, we were both wished a happy evening together before we made our way outside.  I held P's hand and asked her how she felt.  Her broad beaming smile told me all I needed to know.  We kissed and made our way back to the main shops, almost walking on air.  I stroked her bare bum through her jeans causing her to wiggle and giggle.

The rest of our shopping consisted of more present buying for me including a new vibrator from Ann Summers, and a fancy dress mask that I wanted for my photo session with P.  It would enable me to be photographed still hiding some of my face and maintain some mystic about my persona.  But as we sat on the train later that day on the way back home, we both exchanged secret smiles of pleasure, excitement and arousal as the toys in the plain black plastic bag seemed to burn a hole in it, just begging to be used.

Serving her Lady

Friday evening was P's first experience of servitude outside the 'Chamber'.  Normally all our sessions are conducted indoors and within the confines of my Chamber, whether at my home or hers.  Sometimes, we have been shopping together and she has been banned from wearing panties for this but nothing more.  The weekend was all about stretching those boundaries, first within the confines of the home and then outside the home in a more public setting.  As with any training, I start simply so that P gets used to what is expected of her.  One of the things I always look forward to when I stay with P is using her bath.  Nothing gives me greater pleasure than having a long, luxuriating soak chin deep in warm waters and scented bubbles.  I felt this was the simplest way for P to serve me, attend to my every wish and desire, pamper me and help to keep my body beautiful.

After dinner, I went into Domme mode and instructed P to run the bath to my specifications, setting out warm towels and my toiletry bag.  I waited downstairs for her to announce it was ready.  She was to serve me dressed in only her underwear.  I had already inspected the bathroom to ensure she had adhered to my orders it be clean and fit for purpose and she had successfully passed this test.  I found the bath ready for me.  I undressed and passed her my clothes to fold and put away before I slipped into the bath.  It was the perfect temperature and I was able to lay back and enjoy the waters.  She knelt by the bath waiting for my instructions.

After lying in the bath for a while, I began my usual rituals of exfoliating, washing and shaving.  Patiently she obeyed my every word, keeping her eyes downcast.  It must have been very hard for her not to gaze upon me and only hear the sounds as I bathed.  I ordered a drink and was offered wine or a hot drink.  I chose my favourite pink fizz and was presented with a flute glass of chilled fizz.  It was delicious and decadent to sip the sparkling wine while bathing.  Once I had completed all my rituals, I stepped out and was presented with a wonderfully warm fluffy towel which P wrapped around me.  Once dry, P helped to place a bathrobe around me and presented slippers for my feet.  I ordered her to clean and tidy the bathroom while I went downstairs and waited for her.

When P came back downstairs, she made me another drink before she set about her second task of the evening, to give me a pedicure and paint my toenails.  Diligently, P set about her task.  I know she was nervous about making a mistake, and I was prepared to accept this but she was an absolute doll.  She pumiced my feet to make them soft and smooth before giving me an excellent foot massage with a rich foot cream.  Then she prepared my toenails before starting to paint them with my chosen nail varnish.  She put a base coat on first and allowed it to dry before painting two coats onto my toenails.  Carefully she removed any stray nail varnish edges so that when her task was complete, my feet looked and felt wonderful.  Finally, she gave me a hand massage with an equally excellent hand cream.  I then discharged P of her duties for a while as I prefer to paint my own fingernails and did this myself.

The evening started at 9pm and by the time she finished painting my toenails it was almost midnight.  But time meant nothing to either of us.  I was pleased and proud of my Hussy's servitude.  She was attentive, respectful, polite and observant as well as anticipating my needs.  She concentrated on her tasks with diligence and care.  I felt her devotion to her Lady most keenly.  She was proud to serve me and I know from our discussions over the course of the weekend, that she felt a sense of peace and true belonging in being able to serve me, to make me happy and prove her love to me.  What more could her Lady ask for?

Mission accomplished

I am back after my weekend with P.  I will elaborate further in future posts but decided to give a quick taster of our time together.  I was able to instigate servitude training with P on Friday night where she served me as I availed myself of her most welcome of facility, a bath.  It is one of the things I adore, a long luxuriating bath full of scented bubbles.  She had to constantly attend to my every whim and I admit to enjoying this side of dominance immensely.  I discovered she gives lovely foot massages.  On Saturday, P completed the reassigned task to my satisfaction.  She was still on a touching ban and pantyless for the day.  Around this, we enjoyed the simple pleasure of girly shopping.  But the secret undertone of shopping with my Hussy was definitely arousing and I was spoilt rotten by her.  She took some photos of me in various costume changes and I hope to be able to post them when they are edited.  In the evening, she was punished for the late diary and the slate wiped clean.  As promised, I rewarded her.  Today I returned home and although I am tired, I am very content and feel very proud of my Hussy.  She is going to become a very obedient and attentive submissive.  And I feel very privileged to have been given her precious gift of submission.  I will cherish it always.

Countdown

Not the TV programme although the music could be appropriate!  We are both, literally, on a countdown.  It's no longer weeks, or days but hours.  One more sleep then I will be on the road in the morning.  Every minute on the road, every mile covered will be a mile and a minute nearer.  I want the seconds to be minutes and minutes to be hours so that our time together will never end.  But unless we have a TARDIS (nice but unlikely!), time will pass as it should and forty eight hours will quickly pass.  We shall cram so much into it, not just D/s.  The most important thing is to spend quality time together.  Time to share, laugh, breathe and love together.  Our RL relationship won't be neglected.  Saturday is already planned with a shopping trip, part of which is her reassigned task that she couldn't complete last weekend due to illness.  This time I shall be observing, making sure she sticks to her task and this time I can actually hear what she says.  Nothing like a good bit of girly shopping including adult shops!  Of course, P shall be on a no panties rule so that kind of shopping just reinforces the whole experience, while I smile and glow with pride that I am out with my Hussy.  Even just going round IKEA will take on a whole new meaning for us.  So tonight I shall go to sleep with a certain peace in my heart, and a fluttering tummy at the anticipation of what is to come.  What I will do with her, how I will do, when and for how long.  To have her serve me, submit to me, love me.  This time not just in the privacy of her own home, but in public albeit hidden to most.  How wonderful, our little secret from the world.

Head space

It's only three days until I travel to be with my Hussy for the weekend.  48 hours of bliss.  I will say that the D/s side won't take up all our time, well quite a bit, but our RL relationship is more important and I will make sure that this isn't overlooked or neglected.  But mentally preparing for the weekend is something both of us need to do.  I have just issued P with her instructions for the weekend.  They range from mentally and physically preparing herself to making sure the house is how I want it.  This is important for me as it makes her get into the right head space.  I will be ensuring she doesn't forget my presence in the house either before, during or after my visit.  I shall be making my own preparations.  Clothes, toys, tasks, planning and my own physical appearance.  I shall be preening and shaving so that I can give P something to aspire to.  Something for her to try and attain.  Of course there is an element of failure in all of this.  My instructions strive to indoctrinate her.  Mentally, getting into my own head space will enable me to dominate her from the first second we're together, if I so wish.  I like to add the element of surprise.  It adds to the excitement and I'm sure P will be in a semi state of constant arousal from now until we meet.  She won't know how I'm going to be until I decide.  I may appear to be calm and placid yet she knows that underneath, at any given moment, I can instruct her to do something, change her appearance, serve me, submit to my will.  She knows there is outstanding punishment for last week.  She knows she has her task reassigned to the weekend in my full presence.  She knows all this and it will help to ensure she adopts the right frame of mind.  I shall be ready to take her by the hand and bend her to my will.  And I can't wait...

Task reassinged

My Hussy was due to complete her last task on Saturday but as she was ill, she was unable to do so.  As I am visiting P at the weekend, I informed her that she will do the task in my presence.  Originally P was to go into Ann Summers and purchase an erotic novel for me telling the cashier that she was buying it for her Lady as she liked to read it while she serviced me.  I have now embellished the task.  We will visit a couple of shops together and I will choose an item that I can use on P and also an item for my own pleasure.  P will pay for them and when she does, she will tell the cashier that the items are for her Lady's pleasure.  I will be within earshot to ensure she doesn't fail.  I have given her an incentive to perform the task well and to my satisfaction.  The lure of reward.  Of course what form that reward takes will be of my own choosing.  We have sourced a couple of good adult shops in the city where she lives and take advantage of the nearby shopping centre too.  So we can spend some of Saturday doing what girls do best shopping!  But in the best kink way.

Temporary Relief

Hussy has had a rollercoaster, emotional week.  Although I haven't posted it here, she posted on Thursday on FetLife how broken she felt.  I have taken her to her lowest point and she has pulled herself up onto her knees and carried on.  She is stronger than she thought.  Yesterday she should have completed her final task amongst the many I set as part of her punishment.  Sadly she text me to say she was having a migraine attack, had been sick and couldn't go out.  She stayed in bed most of the day until she felt well enough to eat, drink and come online to chat to me later.

When I consider all the tasks she has completed, despite the photography/laptop fiasco on Tuesday night, she has successfully achieved all other goals set.  Her lines were sent on time and I received them on Wednesday, she posted her self punishment article on Wednesday on FetLife and emailed my diary early on Friday night.  Her diary was illuminating, totally honest and reassured me that she was strong enough to cope with all that had happened during the last week.

I am not cruel, well not sadistically cruel.  I do like to inflict but I'm not here to abuse her.  I'm here to guide my Hussy and sometimes that involves punishment for her own good.  But it's all done out of my love for her and she knows this.  One thing it has done is make her realise what she really wants.  She wrote in her last diary "This is what I want, You as my Lady is what I want and what I need.  You fulfil an aspect of me that I never fully realised was there.  I had suspicions, but a spot of kink in a vanilla relationship is vastly different to the levels You have taken me to in Your Chamber.  I now realise more than ever how much strength it takes to submit, to give away control, to trust someone else so completely."  As I read the diary with a sense of pride she concluded with "I want to serve You, to honour You, to give You a reason to have pride in me.  You give me reason.  My failings are great but I know that You are ready to teach me, prepared to be patient with me, to mould me into something fitting of You."  I can't really ask for anything more of my Hussy than that.

So from this moment on, her ban is lifted.  Until a time and date to be appointed next week so that she can return to her sub mind and prepare for my imminent visit.  In balance, I think lifting the ban will benefit both of us and provide her with even more impetus to serve me to the best of her abilities.

FAO: My Hussy - A very public lecture

I am posting this here for my Hussy to read.  As I have made this public she should appreciate and understand it even more.  I was going to say this in private but decided to post it here to ensure it has the right impact.

You know how deeply disappointed I am following your failure to deliver your weekly diary on time last Friday.  You were sent your instructions two days beforehand.  Also writing me a diary isn't exactly a new concept for you.  You told me on Thursday you were going out with some RL friends and I have no wish to interfere with your RL however I reminded you of your diary deadline as you were going out at 7pm and didn't know what time you would be home.  You said that you would send it on time.  The next day you emailed me to state specifically that you were going home early so you could complete your diary prior to going out.  However, you went out and my inbox remained empty.  You text me about 11pm to say you were on your way home and expected to be punished.  This meant you knew you'd deliberately missed my deadline.  You gave me a reason rather than an excuse, but these are the same thing.  You wanted to send me quality rather than something inferior and decided to miss the deadline to do this.  Eventually I received it 61 minutes late.

You should have informed me on Friday evening when you made this decision to miss my deadline so that I could be forewarned.  It wouldn't have changed the outcome but at least I would have known rather than stare at an empty inbox.  My ire stems not only from the missed deadline but because you told me that you were coming home to make sure the diary was complete and sent on time.  Then you decided not to.  Whatever your reason is not the point.  You decided otherwise.  Let me ask you if this had been one of your pupils who gave you the same reason for not doing homework would you feel any different?  I doubt it.

So I have devised some tasks for you to complete this week.  They are meant to teach you a valuable lesson as my submissive that I will not tolerate lateness with diaries.  Not one minute late let alone 61 with a poor reason attached.  At our e-session I made you punish yourself and denied you orgasm.  You are currently on a touching ban until further notice however you are still expected to do your daily training without any relief afforded to you.  Yesterday you completed your 100 lines and then had problems sending me the photographic evidence.  Not once did you suggest Skype to get round this problem and show them to me on web cam.  I trust they are in the first class post as we speak.  Eventually you managed to workaround the problem and email them to me 12 minutes late.  Tonight you successfully completed the second part of your tasks by posting your e-session punishment experience on FetLife.  I will be asking certain other dominants to read it and possibly comment.

You now have two other tasks to complete by Saturday.  One of which involves posting your experience on FetLife again.  I do not expect any excuse with your diary this Friday.  You have had these instructions since Sunday.  My ire will not be satiated until you have completed your list of tasks.  You need to be taught a stern lesson.  Of course physical punishment still remains until we meet again which is very soon now.  I might start keeping a tally book against you.  But even if I don't you know I always keep score and never lose count.  I know that you are ashamed of failure but you also have to accept your failure, complete your punishment and learn from this.  You need to take more care and attention to deadlines.  I will not accept any reason or excuse just as you wouldn't from one of your pupils.  You must find a way to prioritise yourself when it comes to deadlines and that means working things around your private life.

Believe me Hussy if this happens again, the list of punishments will grow and become worse.  Just for my readership, I am also posting a photo of your completed lines for everyone to see.  Consider this a lecture to you in private, made very public.  When we do meet again I expect complete submissiveness and grateful servitude towards your Lady.