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...