Waiting

Crave

Crave is a very powerful and emotive word, something that grips both the emotions and physiology: a fire from within that never subsides, that is ever-present even when other things are happening in life. It is the voice that will not be silent, the music that never quietens and the tidal wave on the ocean that washes into the beach over and over again.

Crave: something permanent, never to fade, always to be there, to long for, want greatly and to desire eagerly, wanting and seeking my approval.

Crave: from the Old English word Crafian. Related to the Old Norse word krefja, to demand.

Strong feelings of wanting something, desiring attention and focus that nurtures your submission to your Sir, feeling approval, excitement in permission given, even in the smallest tokens or issues of behaviour, attitude and expression.

Crave: knowing that you can proceed with your daily routines and tasks, safe in the knowledge that you have the consent that you need from Sir BUT also recognising that if I decide to change my mind and instruct something different, you will follow this unreservedly.

Crave is a switch that is permanently on. Crave is a switch that cannot be turned off.

Crave relates directly to your commitment to your Sir: in return you have my undivided attention. My desire and care for you, to develop and train you where it is needed: my control, my ability to punish where it is needed but also to reward and guide where it is warranted.

Above all else, Crave is the power of a strong and ever-growing commitment to your Sir.

The Stairs

It is time for bed, time for you to show just how much you love and hold dear your Sir.

You look so attractive in your new dark blue top, the colour suits you really well, your hair is up in your ponytail and we have been snuggled on the couch watching TV. Being the dutiful Submissive you have worn your little black skirt for your Sir and been very comfortable in doing so.

You SHOULD be comfortable with that as you know that Sir enjoys seeing your legs, that it pleases me and that your Number One priority is to keep me happy.

Your mind starts wandering about what bedtime will entail, will there be some punishment tonight? (You were slightly cheeky at several points this afternoon which seemed to have gone unnoticed – that said, Sir is always aware and fully switched on where challenge and disrespect appears).

You wonder if you have been attentive and focused enough on Sir today – should you have done more to please me, to show your devotion, commitment and total respect? Did you try to surprise me with gestures in public that only we recognise and understand or did you just forget about that edge and closeness?

Numerous questions that need considering.

Perhaps there might be a way of appeasing Sir before you get into the bedroom ……………………..

As you head up the stairs, with Sir behind you, time to use your legs to try to put Sir in a better frame of mind.

I am sure that you will know what to do ………………………………..

Date Night

I will tease and push you like never before: I will edge you to the very limit of your being.

I will make you give me a blow job until I alone am happy with your performance. Poor effort will equal severe punishment. It is very likely that I will make you weak with this.

I will trace the word Submissive into your inner thighs with my fingers, tongue and your lipstick.

 You will remember this ALWAYS.

I will bend you over my knee and spank you with my Paddle, your Hairbrush and my hand. You will feel my presence long after I have finished with you.

After that I will plug you with a selection of toys that are of MY choosing.

Then I will tie your hands behind your back, gag you, blindfold you and then fuck you. Hard.

I will deprive you of your senses until I decide that they can come back.

You will know that you are Owned and you will be happy with that.

Red is my favourite colour

I run my fingers through your hair and look into your eyes, telling you that you are mine.

You want to give yourself to your Sir, right there and then.

We kiss, lightly, lips touching gently. You want more, deeper, more intense, more Ownership and Control.

I push you slowly and gently to the wall, its coldness focuses your attention through your T shirt.

I kiss you again.

I put my left hand around your throat and press, just enough to make you gasp and draw breath as I drill my eyes into yours.

Your pulse starts to race and your breath gets deeper.

I slip my right hand into your red panties, chosen for you to wear today, and quickly find your clit, stroking and circling her, feeling your warmth and wetness growing.

I remind you that you are Owned and that I expect the very best from my Submissive.

You have much work to do ………

Coming Home

That was a long day, surrounded by idiots and having to deal with challenging people.

I’m bushed.

Up the stairs to the apartment, only a few steps to go and I am tired, but I know that I will get a second wind when I see my Submissive.

I open the door and step inside: the smell of Dinner cooking hits me and I instantly feel better. I close the door behind me and see my Submissive exactly where I told he to be: kneeling down on the carpet, her forehead on the ground and her delicious bottom in the air. To her left is my Paddle and to her right is my Crop.

I tell her to remain very still and quiet, speaking only when I give permission. I stand there in silence which I know she finds exciting and which heightens her anticipation and nervousness.

I can hear her breathing as I step nearer, short and heavy with the weight of uncertainty: will Sir be kind or harsh, demanding and challenging? I can just sense the thoughts tumbling through her mind!

I pick up the Paddle and run its edge along her spine, starting with her neck and trace it all the way to the top of her bottom which is beautifully formed and aching for my attention. I hear a low gasp as I rest the Paddle on her, tapping that gorgeous skin lightly.

It all goes quiet as the Paddle rests on her, sitting down her back along her spine.

Anticipation is everything.

I pick up the crop and gently trace her shoulders with it, dancing along, faintly touching her soft, smooth skin. I run it down to her bottom which is still beautifully arched upwards as a show of her submission to me. I decide it is time to leave my mark on her as I smack her across her bottom crisply and then repeat on both cheeks: I see a nice red stripe developing as she struggles to not cry out, half in pleasure and half in pain, knowing that I expect a lot from her.

I tap the back of her legs and move them apart wider with the crop: she willingly obliges, wanting to please her Sir and wanting to show her Obedience.

I run the very tip of the crop along her pussy which O can now see is nicely pink and beautifully wet. The tip of the crop teases her bottom, something I will be fucking at bed time. The crop parts her lips and she asks if she can talk to me as the length of the crop rubs against her clit.

I tell her she can speak and she asks me if she can cum as the crop is driving her to distraction.

My decision is a firm NO! You can wait until later.

I put the crop on the floor and pick up the Paddle. She gasps in anticipation and silently waits for what she knows is coming next. I wait for 30 seconds which seems like a lifetime for her before delivering 10 medium hard spanks on both cheeks, each strike making her cry out but thanking me for every one of them.

I admire my work: nicely pink and warm with stripes from the crop.

I tell her to stand up and face me as I look into her eyes and gently kiss her, parting her fantastic legs as I trace the edge of her pussy, feeling her warmth and wetness. A beautiful feeling, gently circling her clit.

I tell her that Dinner had better be good or there is some serious punishment to come.

I turn her around and guide her into the Kitchen.

It is time for Dinner and you are to be naked until I decide otherwise.

The Wand

I tell you to come into the bedroom and get undressed but you are to keep your black panties on.

You start to get nervous, a tingling in your fingers and toes.

I bend you over the bed and give you 10 hard spanks on your bottom. These make you gorgeously pink and I know that you will be starting to get wet.

You wonder why you have been told to keep your panties on.

I tell you that you are going to be punished for your lack of focus and direction.

You lay on your back and are told to be very still and quiet.

I tie your ankles together and then blindfold you.

You are now very nervous; your nipples are hard and are aching for attention.

I plug your Wand in to the socket by the bed.

You hear the sound of the plug going into the socket and your ears prick up, wondering what the device might be.

I place the edge of the Wand against your clit but, as yet, the motor is not running.

You recognise the feel of the toy against you and focus upon its feel and its coolness against your wetness.

I use my belt to tie your thighs together which then holds the Wand in place.

You feel me take your wrists and then tie than to the edge of the bed, making any resistance impossible.

I whisper in your ear that I will decide how many times you are to cum.

You nod, knowing that this will not be a short punishment.

I turn on the Wand and it begins to whirl away, gently teasing you and making you even wetter.

You wriggle and squirm as the first wave of pleasure works through you and you cry out with pleasure.

I turn up the intensity of the Wand and it begins again, and again, as the speed and power increases.

You ask if I will be fucking you later.

I tell you it depends on how grateful you are for my attention.

You nod, nervously.

I tell you that when I set you free your panties, which I will be keeping, had better be very wet.

It is going to be a long, hard-working evening for you …………..

You need to learn

Disappointed does not even come close. Your attitude and bratty behaviour in the restaurant was not something I like, as well you know.

Sir is NOT happy.

There is no point apologising or telling me that you will not make the same mistake again, the Deed, as they say, is done. You need to know it is time to correct this.

I tell you to get undressed and stand in front of me with your hands behind your back.

I tell you to remain very still while I put your blindfold on and I whisper in your ear to remind you that you have badly let me down.

Getting nervous?

I tell you to start to tease your nipples, circling them and then stretching them out with your fingers: I want to see them hard and erect.

Standing there in the dark you concentrate on your Task but wonder how this will end, already suspecting that nipple play will not be all that your punishment involves.

I tell you to start to pinch them, lightly at first, and eager to get back in Sir’s good books, you follow my Order. Some initial soreness and tenderness is now setting in, along with warmth and some serious wetness.

Things change when you feel the end of my Crop being traced across your shoulders and down your tummy: this makes you quiver with nervousness, anticipation and excitement, not knowing how this will play out.

I tell you to pinch your nipples harder and that I want you hear your pleasure and pain as the edge of the crop taps at the front of your legs, its presence heightening your wetness.

Using the crop I part your legs until they are about a foot apart, running the crop up and down the inside of your legs, tapping your flesh with increasing emphasis as the crop moves up towards your very wet pussy.

I tell you to open your legs wider while reminding you that you are still to work on your nipples, which by now are getting into the super-sensitive state which is driving you to distraction.

You beg for me to release you from teasing and punishing your nipples but Sir ignores this and I remind you to carry on until I tell you otherwise.

I run the crop along your pussy, backwards and forwards, teasing your lips apart, rubbing gently against your clit.

Not so cheeky, confident, bratty, challenging and difficult now, are we?

I tell you to stop, remove the crop and leave you there, blindfolded.

The room falls quiet and all you can hear is the sound of your breathing and the pounding of your heart combined with the soreness and tenderness of your nipples that now ache for Sir’s touch.

Nothing, no sounds, feeling Sir’s presence, just darkness, tenderness and a very wet and excited little pussy which is now throbbing with anticipation.

Your next sensation is that of extreme coldness as Sir runs an ice cube over your tummy and then rubs it across your nipples, giving them some very short-lived relief before the ice is removed and you remain standing in silence.

How you wish that you had been better behaved earlier.

I turn you around and direct you to the table and bend you over it, opening your legs with the crop until they are parted to my satisfaction.

Ten sharp deliveries from the crop land on your perfect, smooth bottom, only this time you cry out on every stroke, partly from being punished, partly for being sorry but partly because you know what is coming next.

The darkness under the blindfold increases the sensations 1000%.

I unzip my trousers and fuck you from behind, your pussy is very wet and you beg me to give you permission to cum, which you know will not be given.

Just when you are at the very edge of release I stop, pull you upright and take your blindfold off, whispering in your ear that it will soon be bedtime when you can apologise properly.

Different arrangements for you when working from Home

When Sir is in the apartment there will be a new routine for you to follow, to the letter so that Sir can see your Submission and Dedication.

I will choose the Gag that you are to wear when you are not on the phone or in a Teams meeting. I will put the Gag in your mouth and fasten it in place and I will decide when it is to be removed.

I know that you said that you wanted to wear a Gag that has a cock which sits into your throat, this may be allowed but there may be others that Sir prefers at any point in time.

You will carry on with your work while the Gag is in place.

When you need to talk on the phone or join a Teams meeting I will take it out, but it goes back in place as soon as you are done.

You will drool a little onto your boobs which will be part of your submission to your Sir but I will clean you when you are going into a Teams meeting. You know how important your presentation is to me.

The Gag will remind you that your focus is always to be on your Sir.

I will remove the Gag at points that I decide are suitable for you to have a drink, have a snack that I have made for you or to give Sir a blowjob.

You need to think carefully about how you will attempt to get my attention when I am in the apartment – I am sure you will think of something.

Sir XX

Control is ……

Control is everything, it is the beginning and the middle and the ending.

Control gives clear boundaries and parameters within which to operate and where freedom can be found. Knowing this important principle is both empowering and gives freedom from any doubt, insecurities and any uncertainty about what is expected of you.

Control should be respected because it is a clear and never-wavering gift: I have thought long and hard about the Rules with the sole intention of developing you into the best person that you can be. The best in terms of your Commitment to your Sir, your Dedication, putting Sir at the forefront of your mind at all times, your Intent to please and delight Sir and above all your Obedience.

Control will change and develop over time: I will seek to shape you and push you, to widen your horizons, to please your Sir progressively and to show just how important Sir is in your life, behaviours and outlook.

Control brings certainty: you will always know what my priorities are for you, how to conduct yourself, how to act in a way that pleases your Sir, in any context. Control sets high standards, you already have high standards for yourself (otherwise I would not have chosen you) but they are not high enough for your Sir, that is why Control is an essential part of your growth and development.

Control affirms our Bond. It is an essential part of the exchange that we have now and always.

Above all else Control brings with it freedom, knowing that you are empowered and have a mantra to follow.

Control also means love and dedication on both sides.

The Dungeon

The air is slightly damp as we have come down the steps and into the passageway. The walls are cold which a stark contrast from the warm sunshine is outside, and you start to get goose bumps, from the cool air or from a nervous excitement about what might be happening soon.

You know that you will be expected to be very compliant and obedient but the thought of the dungeon is something new for you, new experiences and heights to reach.

You know that you want to please Sir though, and that is at the very forefront of your mind. You do NOT want to disappoint me, do you?

Being restrained, blindfolded, having your clothes ripped off you and being at my mercy will just be the start. The rest is, as they say, unknown and to be experienced.

What you do know, however, is that your Sir will look after you and that you are very much loved and cherished and that you trust him totally. 

The Gate clangs shut behind us and Sir leads the way ......