I am going to mark my territory with my fingers, lips, tongue, leather belt, crop, paddle and nipple clamps.
I will always leave my impression and presence on you.
You will display yourself to me in any way I decide.
Your revelation to me is a sign of my Control and my protection for you.
Know that Ownership means being cherished and respected as such.
Sometimes I will let my fingers do the talking.
Today will be one of those days.
Nothing of you, about you, is off-limits to me.
Ever,
I will make your mind useless, for anything, other than thoughts of me.
I am your core memory, focus, dedication and direction.
Knowing your Place
Teased, edged, bound and told to keep still.
The Wand buzzes away and you writhe, desperate to bear down on the joyous vibrations.
So close, so very close to tipping over the edge, to get release that you crave.
But waiting for permission.
Stress Relief
A stressful day, I fully understand that.
I will massage you to ease the stress away, to ease the tension.
Undress you slowly, sooth, stretch all of you.
Exposed perfect pussy, smooth and welcoming, beautifully presented and flawless in every way.
Your pussy is tender and ready, the stresses of the day have already gone.
I will make you cum in any way that I think fit, making your brain shut off so that all you remember is pleasure and that you totally gave yourself to me.
Nightmare
When you wake up from a bad nightmare, I will hold and cuddle you, play and stroke your hair, keep you warm and safe.
Relax and Reset you: a crisp and focused spanking and fucking so that you can breathe again and know that everything is good.
Fill you up and send you off to sleep with me still inside you.
Big Mistake
You called me a name as I left the room, which appeared to get no response. A success you thought, all confident and feeling that the balance had tipped a little, perhaps a lot?
I will be able to be a little more assertive perhaps you thought.
Smiling outwardly and inwardly, others definitely would have NOT got away with such disrespect you thought.
Others certainly would have been punished. A clear Reframing delivered and put firmly back in their place you thought.
Very true, very true indeed.
You continue to play on your phone.
Five minutes later, I am back with a wooden paddle.
Get undressed now and get over my lap.
Fifteen strokes later, you are no longer smiling.
Balance restored.
Fuck
Give me the word "fuck" every way it can be said.
Clipped.
Tightly enunciated; barely able to get the word out.
Moaned
Growled
Whispered
Exultantly
Reverently
Savagely
Whimpered
Needy
Joyfully
Strangled, incomplete when pleasure consumes your words.
Morning.
You stretch out on the bed, languidly in the soft morning light. Naked and available, just as you should be around me.
Showing your aches and marks from a challenging night: spanked hard and with real stripes and signs of obedience and control shown. Shown with pride. Shown with delight.
A sigh turns into a squeak as I trace my hands and fingers over your body, reminding you of your place and devotion to me.
Moving the covers out of the way I part your legs, kiss you lightly and your vision blurs as I have what is mine, TOTALLY mine.
Canvas
You are my canvas, right now and forever.
Smooth and soft, malleable and flexible, bending and bowing to my needs but respectful of yours.
In public, close and polite to each other, holding hands, gentle strokes, admiring and loving glances. Plenty of eye contact, almost accidentally brushing up against you BUT a subtle reminder of who you are and where your place is.
Beneath your clothes, the canvas tells a different and very powerful story: impressions on your skin where I have tied you, raised welts on your bottom, gorgeous pinkness on your outer and inner thighs, bruising on your bottom.
Aching and tender nipples, hard at the mere thought of me, very sensitive and pert from the clamps I Order you to wear.
Blooms and stripes of red remind you when sitting down that spankings and Resets are the norm and that they will deepen to purple, then green and yellow before fading away, before new ones are given for you to cherish.
Peeking at them in the bathroom when you are getting dry, their presence a very clear reminder of your Owned status.
You are my canvas, coloured and shaped by me alone.
Late
You are late, that annoys me. The Table was booked for 2pm and it is now 2.15pm.
You know you are late, you know I do not like lateness and that I will be annoyed.
This is not a good start to the afternoon. No use looking all flustered and blaming it on the traffic, you should have set off earlier, in plenty of time.
My stern voice really lets you know I am displeased. Gruff, grumpy, unhappy and feeling disrespected.
I put it to one side and we enjoy the meal. Anyone seeing us would just consider us a nice, safe, vanilla couple.
While you are eating your mind runs through what will happen when we get home: Sir hates lateness and he has a long memory. Is your chattiness and attention enough to make him forget?
You SO know the answer already!
You know that punishment is coming from the way that I squeeze your bottom and steer you to the car using your bottom as a steering wheel. Light spanks emphasise Control as we move across the car park.
Just the start as you know there will be many hard spanks when home. A lot. A very large number, accompanied by having your clit teased and eaten.
Just what you had been craving when you sat outside the restaurant at 1.50pm, playing on your phone until 2.15pm.
Don’t think I didn’t already know this …………………………