Waiting

Overwhelming

I have an overwhelming need to hold you, remind you of where you fit in, why you are important, what you always need to do for me, how to impress me how to improve and how I will guide and support you.

I have an overwhelming to spank you, crop you, put you over my knee and Inspect you, put on the new nipple clamps I have got for you and then send you to the corner for reflection and refocus.

Everywhere, the world over.

Permanently, eternally.

Regularly, repeatedly.

Now.

Need

You will not need independence but you do need stromg and supportive guidance

You need freedom from making difficult choices

You need the comfort of someone being in charge

Tou need the calmness and lightness of having less responsibility

You need the simplicty of being directed and told what to do

You need the peace and tranquoity that being controlled gives you

You need the assurance that being Owned gives you

You need it all, and more

You know this

I will be demanding, challenging, testing, pushing your limits, making you want more and more, making you want to give more and more, being difficult to please, testing you and making you eager to please, but in so many nice ways.

Keeping to your Position

I do not need rope, cable ties, cuffs or anything like that.

You are kept where I want you and you stay in line. This never ends, the prpcess repeats and gets stronger, deeper, more sophisticated and complex. Yet simple to follow and to weave into your being.

I know that a simple change in my expression is enough to bring back, immediately, control and commitmemt.

A word or a glance has the same effect.

Showing your submission and kneeling, being inspected and obeying, accepting a maintenance spanking or a punishment for poor behaviour delivers your devotion to me.

Coming Home

Footsteps on the path to the front door, the sound of expensive leather soled shoes on the concrete, the metal tips in the heels echo and send a crisp, strong and dominant sound into the evening air.

Waiting for the sound of the key in the lock your heart starts to beat that little bit faster, the anticipation builds and there is too much going through your mind, a delicious anxiety and stress, wanting to know how my day has been and wondering if the Dinner you have cooked will be pleasing to me.

Your heart is in your mouth, your feet tap and dance nervously on the carpet.

The group of butterflies in your tummy have turned into a swarm and and seem to want to beat their way out of you.

Getting wet now, very warm and squishy.

Waiting for cuddles and reassurance,

Waiting for kisses.

Waiting, really wanting and needing to show your submission.

Waiting for confirmation that all is well, that Dinner smells delicious and that later you need to be handled firmly, taken hard and reminded of your position and role.

The key is turning in the lock now ,,,,,,,

What I give you

I give you your purpose.

I give you the fire within your sole, the passion and direction that you need.

I give you the reason to kneel, to lay at my feet and the need to be controlled.

I give you the strength to be a success and to have a reference point when things are not good.

I give you the gift of yielding to me, knowing you are safe and secure.

I give you the gift of servitude and being grateful for that.

I give you the freedom to be the very best that you can be and supported fully in reaching that.

Your submission is a gift from me to you.

What you want

You want to be kissed, spoiled and to be firmly in my good books, don’t you?

Praised, encouraged, adored even?

Pinned against the wall, caressed, teased, explored, nipples pinched and stretched?

Stroked, edged, spanked and cropped?

Treasured and cherished?

All the above, and more?

Make sure that you work hard to earn that ………

Owned

Whatever I want you to be, but respectful of your hard limits and boundaries (although you know I will push).

A couple in social interactions, but with an edge where Control and Direction come in.

A beautiful woman to admire but also mine to enjoy alone.

A flower, a vessel. My vessel.

Kneeling at my feet, understanding your place and being there for me.

Always mine.

Body.

Mind.

Soul.

Owned.

Simple Direction

Take the paddle from the drawer in my Office.

No shouting, yelling or any form of back-chat.

No chaos and no disrespect.

I look you firmly in your eyes: “Go to the bedroom. Now”.

You know so well what is to come: a spanking and a Reset that you so badly need.

Not some kind of role play or a scene: a real, crisp and soul-focused, no-nonsense punishment.

Honest and clear.

Old-school. For your benefit and to get you back on the correct track.

The track I decide for you.

Being Understood

You: being seen but seen in a way that only your Sir can see you, a vista unknown to anyone else.

You: being heard, your voice trembling in anticipation and expectation, a vocal chord picked up by only your Sir.

You: being valued, a value that transcends anything in the normal, vanilla world. A value unique and treasured by your Sir.

You: being held important. Above and beyond your everyday knowledge and skills, understanding and working.

You: giving and connecting with your Sir. And only your Sir.