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.