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.