Musings

'I fancy trying something new'

she said to me one day,

she'd just been watching, with her mates,

that Fifty Shades of Grey.

 

'Well what d'you have in mind'

says I, I'm always up for fun.

But little did I realise

what we had just begun!

 

'They call it B D S and M,

it's all the rage down south.

Its all about being tied up

with a gag across your mouth.'

 

My interest peaked, I must admit

it sounded pretty rude.

I was surprised at Janet,

as she'd always been a prude.

 

'When I'm in town tomorrow

I will pick up what we need'

She seemed to be well up for it

so I readily agreed.

 

Next day when I got home from work

I'd honestly forgot,

but seeing all the shopping

it was clear that she had not.

 

'I got some nice new undies'

she said, her cheeks flushed red

'And all the other bits are ready

laid out on the bed.'

 

I went into the bedroom,

some candles had been lit

and well laid out upon the bed

was a full on bondage kit.

 

Ropes and tape and handcuffs,

some feathers and a whip,

dildos and a leather mask,

with no mouth, just a zip.

 

My eyes went wide with disbelief

she'd really gone all out

this evening would be interesting

of that I had no doubt.

 

'Go and have your dinner, love'

she said. 'And I'll get dressed.'

I couldn't wait to see her,

Janet's got a lovely chest.

 

Twenty minutes passed

and then she called me up the stairs

I walked into the bedroom

and was took quite unawares.

 

Before me stood my Janet

like I'd never seen before

my eyes came out like organ stops

and my jaw just hit the floor

 

She was squeezed into a leather Basque

with boots up to her thigh

her make up was quite tarty

she'd a wicked glint in eye

 

'You can call me Mistress J

you'll do as I command'

She said. 'Now I require you

to strip right where you stand'

 

I did as I was ordered,

without question, still in shock,

although secretly excited

hence my full on rigid cock.

 

Then Janet, Sorry, Mistress J

walked over very slow

She reached out with one booted foot

and flicked it with her toe.

 

'We'll not be needing that tonight'

she said, her voice quite stern.

'You've got a busy night ahead,

you've got a lot to learn'

 

That night she used the lot on me,

that dildo stung a bit

but with lots of lubrication

she made sure the bugger fit.

 

Now once a week my Janet

transforms into Mistress J

but to be perfectly honest

I would love it every day

 

She ties me up and whips my arse

and sometimes lets me cum

last week she had me walking round

with a feather up my bum

 

We never have been happier

so I think it's fair to say

we owe a lot to E L James

and Fifty Shades of Grey.

I'm sure some a lot you out there will disagree, however this my blog and my opinion, but feel free to argue if you wish.

I believe that a good Dom will insist that you should have a safe word. A word that, if spoken, halts any activity taking place immediately and without repercussion.

If someone tries to yell you safewords are not necessary or that you'll get punished if you use it, that suggests to me that he or she does not have your best interests at heart.

In my years of experience I've always had that in place, but my Subs have never had cause to use it. A Dom who knows their sub should able to read the tell tale signs, know where the limits are, if and when they can be stretched a little, and most importantly when enough is enough.

As in all relationships, but even more so in a DS relationship, trust and faith in your partner are paramount. It takes time to know one another, to build that faith. To make that connection.

And then we come to aftercare... but I'll save that for another little rant.

What does it mean to be a Dominant?

Beyond the obvious connotation of the word itself, I think there are as many different definitions as there are people in the word. I think there are differences, sometimes subtle, sometimes glaring, between us all. It is a deeply personal life choice that we have made, and an individual one.

However, and this is important, there are certain standards, certain considerations that need to be understood as the very basis of what is required.

Be respectful. Just because you're a dominant, it does not give you the right be an ass.

Don't try to 'claim' someone the minute they respond your message. Remember that there is a living, breathing, caring human being on the other side of that screen.

If someone politely turns you down, don't start hurling insults and profanities at them, everyone has a choice of who they choose to correspond with. Human beings, remember?

Do your research. I can't stress this enough. Watching 50 Shades does not mean you know all you need to know about lifestyle, far from it. There is a wealth of information and experience out there, and indeed on this very site. Don't be afraid to ask

Being a Dom does not mean being bully. That is nothing more than abuse, and you have no place here. If the person you meet decides, over time, to give themselves to you and that is your dynamic, that is something completely different. That doesn't happen after two text messages.

I'm sure there are many other things that could and should be said. But these are the subjects I felt I needed to get off my chest.

Rant over, for now at least.

My sub has earned a spanking
She kneels down on the bed
Her arms stretched out before her
As she lays her pretty head
Her shining eyes are sparkling
As she licks her cherry lips
And lifts her perfect backside
With a wiggle of her hips

I stand behind her patiently
To rush would be a crime
For most effect punishments
I like to take my time
I reach out slow and gently brush
My hand across her skin
And build anticipation
For the spanking to begin

I raise my right hand slowly
And then bring it down with pace
I glance and see the grimace
Written clear upon her face
I lift my hand once more
And see the redness start to bloom
As the sound of my first impact
Loudly bounces round the room

A second then soon follows
So to make her red cheeks match
And then a third so quickly
That her breath she fails to catch
Another, then another, land
It makes her gasp out loud
She's such a good submissive
And she makes her Sir so proud

I pause for just a second then
My play bag open wide
I know just what is called for now
And reach down deep inside
And out then comes a favourite toy
A hair brush made of wood
So simple yet effective
And the sound is oh so good

She bites her lip and braces
Her heart rate's on the rise
As the sound of that first impact
Mingles with her gentle cries
The wooden brush lands firmly
Such a satisfying sound
As I let it rest a little
And rotate it slowly round

Her risen bottom glowing now
It makes me smile to see
Her pretty pouting pussy lips
With juices running free
Her sweet eyes start to water
As I pound that risen rear
And the devil that's inside me
Thinks lets step it up a gear

I let the brush fall on the bed
And stroke her warm backside
My hand moves to the middle
And one finger slips inside
I feel the warmth and wetness
As I hear her gentle gasp
My free hand reaches for my belt
And deftly frees the clasp

I draw the belt out slowly
And I fold it neat in two
I take a firm and solid grip
As every Dom should do
My sub knows what is coming
And she arches up her back
As the leather strikes the first time
With a satisfying crack

A thick stripe slowly rises
Right across her reddened ass
And I draw the leather back
As I prepare another pass
A full swing, then a sharp retort
And there a little cry
My sweet Sub looking up at me
As tears form in her eyes

I look down at my handy work
Her bottom red and raw
I know my Sub is beaten
And she can't take any more
I edge down there beside her
Draw her into my embrace
And stroke her hair and kiss
The running tears from her sweet face 

The living room clock gently chimes the hour, she checks her watch. One hour to go... it's time to prepare.

She has already showered and washed her hair. She knows he expects the best, and that is what he will get.

She sits at the dressing table and begins to apply her make up. Minimal, subtle, just as he likes it. A fresh coat of the nail varnish follows. Pausing for a moment she looks in the mirror, a deep breath. She needs this, she craves this. It makes her feel at peace.

She stands, and starts to undress. The lingerie he picked out for her is laid in readiness on the bed. She slips into it slowly, carefully, adjusting the straps. Everything has to be just right. The shoes too are there ready, the heels she knows he loves her wearing.

She stands before the full length mirror, adjusting her hair, straightening each strap and smoothing the silk. She allows herself a small smile, she knows she looks good. A sudden electric charge runs up through her body. The excitment building.

She looks across at the bedroom clock, ten minutes, perfect. She scans the room quickly, everything is just right. Another deep breath and she steps out, slowly down the stairs and into the hallway.

She pauses for a moment, closes her eyes, and runs through his earlier instructions. Yes, she has everything in place.

Another smile as she stands facing the door, and then slowly sinks to her knees. Legs folded, back straight. Her head bowed, her eyes open, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

She places her hands palm down on her thighs just above her knees. And waits.

Just as the living room clock chimes the hour she hears the key sliding into the lock and her heart jumps. Of course he is exactly on time. Trying hard to keep her heart steady as she hears the door open and he walks in.

The door closes and he carefully places his bag on the floor. She hears his easy confident stride as he walks toward her. She is desperate to look up at him, but she knows the rules.

She can see his smart shoes as he stands before her. She slowly turns her hands, palm upwards, offering herself openly. He makes her wait just a little before be bends down and gently but firmly lifts her chin. She raises her head slowly and looks into his clear, pale blue eyes.

No words, one touch, one look. That's all it takes and she is his, entirely.

 

🖤

you are Daddy's little darling

you are Daddy's little girl

As you stand there right before me

give your hair a little twirl

you gently bite your lower lip

so sweet and cherry red

as you slowly walk toward me

as I sit upon the bed.

 

Your tiny skirt rides up your legs

your tight white shirt encase

your perfect pert and pretty tits

right there before my face

you slowly pop the buttons free

and ease your blouse apart

you offer yourself to me

and I know just where to start

 

My heart is beating fast now

as I look into your eyes

I reach out with one with one hand

and run it slowly up your thighs

I pull you closer to me

and my mouth your tits enwrap

I suck upon them hard

and give your ass a little slap

 

you moan loud as I nibble on

each risen swollen tip

my hands slip up your skirt

to your small pants, and take a grip

I tug them down your trembling thighs

and drop them to the floor

then seek out your wet pussy

'cos you're Daddy's little whore.

 

My finger probes your wetness

as my greedy mouth sucks more

you beg me 'Fuck me Daddy?'

but your plea I just ignore

two fingers now are gliding

nice and deep between your lips

you push down like a little slut

and grind them with your hips

 

My thumb rubs on your swollen bud

I hear you gasp out loud

I pull back so to look at you

your nipples standing proud

I finger fuck your pussy

but I know you want much more

so hungry for my throbbing cock

you're such a dirty whore

 

I tell you to unhook my belt

you eagerly agree

and within seconds your sweet hands

have set my fat cock free

you wrap a hand around it

and you squeeze it nice and tight

and work it back and forward

such a fucking gorgeous sight

 

'Can I lick It daddy?'

with trembling voice you ask

I smile and nod my head and then

you kneel down to the task

your hot tongue runs across the tip

across the shiny crown

then you look into my eyes

as take the whole length down

 

I watch you as you expertly

caress with lips and teeth

your dirty little tongue flicks out

to lap my balls beneath

your red nailed fingers work my length

I sit upon the bed

I have to say, my little slut

you really give good head.

 

But Daddy isn't done with you

no cum for you, not yet

its time to taste that pussy

so sweet and ripe and wet

I tell you to strip naked

and you do so in a flash

I lay you down into the bed

and move up to your gash

 

My fingers peal the lips apart

so pouting puffy pink

then out my eager tongue slides

and into your cunt I sink

you moan aloud and lift you hips

you want, you need some more

I sink my tongue in deep to taste

my dirty little whore.

 

I alternate the licking

with a hard suck on your clit

hot juices on my tongue do flow

I savour every bit

your legs over my shoulders

as I delve and dive some more

to lap at your sweet pussy

is just something I adore.

 

I feel your body tensing

you cum and cry out loud

I stand up right before you

with my cock so hard and proud

I lift you by the ankles

and I hold your legs so wide

and place my cock at your sweet cunt

and force it all inside.