Waiting

Morning rush hour on the London Tube

I like staying in London and because I like doing that, you automatically like doing that, because you know your place, which is:

·        Rule Number 1: ALWAYS please Sir

·        Rule Number 2: If in any doubt (not that there should ever be any doubt in your mind) refer to Rule Number 1

We get up early and I tell you to wear your black yoga pants, black T shirt with your black sports bra, flat black shoes and your three-quarter length coat. You are not to wear any panties.

We leave the Hotel and join the bustling London commuter set: it is 8am and the Underground is very busy and the Tube trains are packed. I decide that we will be using the Central Line as this takes in all of the busiest stations and I guide you to the end of the chosen carriage where there is only one door and fewer people get in and out of the train (like proverbial sheep, commuters just subconsciously head for the double doors).

Even in this part of the carriage passengers are crammed in together and it is a very tight fit. Just what I wanted,

I whisper in your ear that you are to make NO sound whatsoever and you are to follow my Instructions to the letter. You nod.

I face you and undo your coat buttons from the bottom as far as your hips and the train moves off, staring deep into your eyes. You know that you are to make no sound.

I put the palm of my hand against your pussy and you breathe out in anticipation, despite the people around you as I gently press against you, pressing softly, then firmly, then softly again. I can feel the warmth from you on my hand.

The train stops at the next station and my hand moves away from you. You look up at me with a mixture of disappointment and relief as passengers come and go. We remain exactly where we were as the train leaves the station, forced together by the sheer numbers of commuters.

I put my hand back where it was and then very slightly part your legs, feeling your beautiful softness through the yoga pants which are now starting to get very damp. Running my finger along your pussy you are desperate to say something to me but you know that you do not have permission to do so, so you use your eyes to tell me that you are very excited. Good.

I start to trace the outline of your pussy and you instantly move even closer into your Sir so that you can offer yourself to me, oblivious to everyone around you. I then find your clit and circle it with my finger and feel you shake and shudder as I do so, making you wetter and more desperate.

I remind you in your ear that you are to remain both silent and very still.

I stop as the next station arrives and remove my hand. The usual rush of commuters come and go, some brushing past to get off, oblivious to where your state of mind is and totally unaware of the control Sir is having over you.

The train starts again on its journey and your eyes plead with me to continue. I think it is time for you to learn a lesson and to be more focused on your Sir so I ignore you and just hold you in my arms for another two stations on the Line. No eye contact, you need to understand your place.

I look at you directly then and you mouth “Please Sir” to me which gets a firm stare back from me. I take pity on you and part your legs slightly again and feel your wetness through your yoga pants. Finding your clit easily I circle and tease her and you start to tremble as my finger goes to work. I can feel your body shaking a little as you try to control yourself and not alert anyone around you to just how wet, excited and desperate you are right now.

The next station is coming up and I tell you that we are getting off here. I take my hand away from your beautiful, wet and tingling pussy and tell you to button up your coat.

We make our way along the platform and I tell you that we are going for breakfast and coffee, after which we will be going back to the Hotel, when we get back you had best be very wet and you had best be ready for a hard fucking.

This Is Our Day

The morning is sunny and warm, just the invitation that we need to get out of that comfortable bed, where spooning was the order of the night, and start the day.

The water in the shower is very refreshing as we move around in the bath: they never really make these things with two people in mind, do they? Despite this we enjoy the shower gel and shampoo together (although I will admit you said that I should not wash your hair for fear of “messing it up” – how very challenging of you!).

I decide to let that one go!

We take time to dry each other with big, soft, fluffy towels and then go back into the bedroom where I get dressed and where you are told that, for this morning at least, you are to be naked.

The sun makes the building nice and warm as we have breakfast: I have work to do this morning and I decide that you are free to do as you please but earing in mind that you are to be very attentive and focused on my needs, whatever they may be.

The morning passes, work gets done and you busy yourself.

At 11.30 I tell you to go into the bedroom where I have set out your clothes: a long flowing dark blue skirt, a light blue blouse and a matching set of white bra and panties. You have 30 minutestoget ready as we are going out to Lunch.

We set off in my car and I tell you that you are a beautiful sub, that you look great, that you are beautiful and that I have no doubt that you will be the most beautiful woman in the restaurant.

We arrive at the venue, and I guide you to a table overlooking the lake: the sun shimmers on the water and the air are cool and refreshing.

I pass you the menu and tell you that you can select your choices, but I will approve them first.

Approval given.

I carefully scan the room and confirm that my prediction in the car was 100% correct: you are the most beautiful woman here without doubt and no-one comes even close.

Only I know what you are wearing and I know that you will look wonderful when I undress you later.

We chat and are close: we pay no attention to those around us as we are on our own planet and focused totally on us.

Lunch was great and we drive back, slowly, there is no rush.

When we are back, I park the car and tell you to go into the lounge and totake your skirt and blouse off, ready for me to come backin.

I come in and shut the door, telling you to get on your knees and put your head in my lap. I stroke your hair and tell you that you will follow my Orders, whatever they might be, to the letter.

I tell you to stand up and I take your bra and panties off so that I can really see your beauty and to know that what I see ismine.

I lead you over to the couch where I tell you to sit on my lap where I remind you of the following:

·        You are Owned

·        You are exclusively mine

·        You are tofollow the Rules to the absolute exception of anything else

·        You will always give your best to your Sir

·        You will diligently follow any Training that I set for you

·        You will always give me your views on anything in our dynamic remembering that after any discussion I will be making the final decision which you will follow always

You nod and agree, giving me eye contact and your total focus.

I then kiss you, cuddle youand then lead you into the bedroom where a crisp spanking awaits with my favourite paddle, followed by a firm fucking from behind.

A good submissive always gets her reward.

A Quick Review of your Performance

 You are successful, as it stands right now, in your submission to me

You are confident in your ability to please me, but only so far as I have instructed you to date

You are I am powerful and strong in your desire to please me, but make sure that this does not falter

You are showing me that you are getting better and better every day, but bear in mind there is much more to come

You need to wake up motivated to please, delight and to fully commit to your Sir, but remember that my demands will change and you must work towards meeting them.

Sir

It is all about ……..

It is all about certainty and solidity.

It is all about knowing that you are Owned by me, me alone and for my pleasure.

It is all about knowing that you wear your clothes for me and at my instruction.

It is all about how we talk, openly and without any restriction or hesitation.

It is all about the way that communication flows between us, whether in text, email or video.

It is all about the pleasure I get from sending, and you receiving, gifts.

What we have is all about this but so much more.

Sir X

Punishment

You have been challenging and a little, dare I say it, disrespectful to your Sir.

A certain tone in your voice has emerged and I detect something of an early eye-roll when I am speaking to you.

This needs a quick response so that any discourteous behavoiur is corrected very quickly.

You need to be reminded of your position and the way the connection that we have works: this will be done clearly, firmly and with purpose.

I tell you to undress down to your panties quickly and to stand in front of me.

I put my hand under your chin and tilt your head backwards so that our eyes are connected and that you are looking up at your Sir.

All of a sudden your cheek, challenge and misbehaviour evaporates and your mind swirls around the punishment to come.

Not so confident are you?

No eye-rolling and challenge now?

A sudden and growing air of uncertainty is spread across your face.

I bind your wrists together in front of you with my tie and turn you around: you feel my cock through your panties as I pull you into my closeness, anticipating what is to come, possibly.

Only possibly though, because this is about correcting your behaviour.

Time for your blindfold which comes as a surprise as you had expected something else.

I move in front of you and lead you carefully along the floor into the dining room, placing you on your back on the dining table. Your arms push up your boobs making your aching nipples that much easier to see and punish.

I run my crop along the outside of your stunning legs and then inside them using its pressure to part your legs, not striking you but making you aware of the potential it gives me.

Your panties are now very wet and your nipples are begging for my attention. I part your legs with my hands and use the crop to trace out the edges of them and gently tap your pussy with its end, diving down between your legs, making you moan and wriggle as it traces your lips and presses against the wetness that is now seeping through your panties.

Not so confident and challenging now, are you?

The balance has switched back to where it will ALWAYS be. With me.

I tap your nipples with the end of the crop and they respond immediately, becoming very hard and aching.

You tell me very clearly that you are sorry for your poor attitude, that you will not repat this again and that you will be 1000% focused on me.

I tell you that I expect that unconditionally and unreservedly and that this is your ONLY chance to correct the situation.

I remove your panties and tell you that the blindfold is not coming off until I think that you are ready, knowing that lack of vision is heightening your arousal and uncertainty as to what is going to happen next.

I tell you to remain very still, placing the crop with its leather loop resting on the topof your pussy.

I walk away and leave you to think about what is to come next.

After what seems an eternityI return and whisper in your ear that I am back, I am in control and that I expect you to be the best submissive you could ever be.

Nervously you agree and promise to be that and more.

I remove the crop, lift up your legs and fuck you slowly but I do not allow you to cum despite you repeatedly asking me for permission.

I cum inside you and then leave you there, blindfolded and bound, to reflect upon your poor behaviour and commitment to me.

The Bridge

It was a long way but the time spent in the car was worth it. The fields rolled away into the distance as the car almost drove itself along the flat, smooth surface of the carriageway, the drumming of the tyres making a soothing sound, very relaxing and calming.

It also meant I could run my finger tips along your legs, weaving them across your thighs and over the zip on your jeans, lingering on the zip clasp itself, causing you to wriggle a little in your seat. To add some spice to the trip I had told you that you could choose your bra and panties for the journey, a little unusual given that I normally selected them for you.

Your instructions were that they had to meet my standards and that I had to be pleased with your selection. Knowing that this unusual element of freedom carries with it a big risk is adding to your anticipation and general levels of excitement, especially as you saw me put my favourite paddle into my rucksack.

The car park at the edge of the woods is empty and I park the car, reversing it against the fence with the trees behind it, all very nice and secluded.

We get out of the car and exchange our trainers for the walking shoes in the boot: the weather is fine and warm, the sun’s rays warming our faces as we set off into the wood. The Path is clearly set out and once we are under the canopy of the trees the heat of the sun is replaced by a cool, crisp air.

The very welcome chill quickly causes your nipples to rise and become prominent, hard and appealing: partly from the change in the micro climate but also due to the fact that my hand is dancing on your bottom, tapping out a rhythm of control as we walk along.

You so totally understand how important your body is to me and how you always give of it freely and with dedication. This is especially true of your bottom.

We walk along the path which is flat as it follows the path of the river: the water is loud, fast-moving and deep, almost as hypnotic and the car’s tyres on the road. There are a few parts of the river where rapids have formed and we stop to admire them.

I pull you close and we kiss. There are no other sounds other than our breathing and the water. Your bottom instinctively responds to my touch and you move your hips into me.

That zip needs to be loosened.

We walk a little further to see a big wooden bridge over the river: wide enough for two people to pass but with very little width otherwise. We step out onto the wooden slats with you leading the way but with me guiding you by touching your bottom with my left hand and my right hand gently brushing your hair.

You are a little uncertain about my intentions but your submission is telling you that my hands and their work are leading to something, but you are uncertain about exactly what.

The noise and power of the water is increasing as we head over towards the middle of the bridge.

I tell you to stop and to stand with your back to me, looking down towards the water.

I rub my hands along your back and move my hands around to your front, gently cupping your boobs in my hands. Instantly they respond to my touch and your nipples become very hard, very quickly.

You let out a low sigh and you instinctively push your hips back into me, confirming your submission and dedication and reminding me of your commitment that I can have you at any point in time that I desire. I grab your hair into a pony tail and pull your head back, whispering in your ear that your fate lies in my hands alone.

I unzip your jeans and gently ease them over your hips: at this point your blood pressure starts to rise mirroring your concern that I may not approve of your underwear choice today, remembering that I had told you to make your own choices but that I wanted to be seriously impressed.

The soft white fabric of your lace panties do very much impress me and I tell you this, bringing a smile to your face. I pull your jeans down around your ankles and kiss the back of your neck.

The only sounds we can hear are the sounds of the water below and the birds in the trees: anyone approaching from the distance we would be able to hear but the wood is empty and calm, free from prying eyes.

I pull your jeans to your ankles and play with your gorgeous bottom, kneading your soft flesh and teasing you by running my hands around the edges of your panties, across your bottom, tracing them around your hips and then in between your legs, gently flicking my finger tips over your clit.

I can feel that you are very wet indeed and press your panties into your soft pussy. Highly delightful.

I unzip my jeans, push your panties to one side and enter you, slowly and with care, pulling your hair and telling you that you are to remain very still. You are pleased that, as yet, my paddle has stayed in my bag!

I start to fuck you slowly but with increasing force making you writher with every thrust which are then accompanied by my fingers gently rubbing and stroking your clit. You start to moan and I remind you that you are to be quiet or the paddle WILL make an appearance.

Your wriggling gets more intense and you ask if you are allowed to cum which I do not give permission for. I continue to fuck you but faster now and again you ask for release, promising to do anything when we are in bed later.

I allow you to cum and to be noisy and vocal as you do so: you follow this to the letter.

I then stop and tell you to get dressed as we will be walking further into the wood where, at a place and time of my choosing, we will continue our exciting fucking.

We walk across the remainder of the bridge and continue along the track following the path of the river. You wonder when I will decide upon a suitable place for more “us” time …………………..

For the avoidance of any doubt

I want to remind you of something.

You will be willing to do what I say, when I say it, without question or hesitation.

In the rare cases where explanation is required you will raise the matter immediately and I will then decide on the outcome.

You will be submissive to me, obedient, dedicated, a good girl who listens and pays attention.

I do NOT want to have to tell you to do something twice.

Your total focus is to please me and make me happy.

Sir.

A Night Away

The restraints control your movement, placed neatly on the corners of the four poster bed.

There is little or no point trying to struggle or wriggle out of them, I have fixed them so that there is a little give and take but you are fixed in that position for some time, you know it, I definitely know it and there is no escape.

Perhaps now might be the time for a little reflection and thought about the slightly challenging way that you have presented yourself lately. All a little bit late, really, but a good time to come up with some lines to calm me down and to try. Try at least, to lessen what is coming your way.

On the plus side the Egyptian cotton quilt cover is very soft and comfortable but on the negative side you know I am displeased with your behaviour.

This could be a long night.

The new black bra and panties I got for you from Victoria’s Secret look delightful against your creamy skin, accentuating your curves and form as you wriggle. All of you is there for the taking.

I ask you if you are sorry, remorseful, humble even, for being challenging, for being disrespectful, for being difficult and for not being sufficiently focused on your Sir.

Some apologetic sounds come from your mouth, those bright red lips are so appealing and in need of work to do. Your words do not inspire me or placate me either.

I walk behind you and go out of the room, closing the door behind me.

Time passes, was it a long time or just a short time that felt like ages before I returned? Ample time however to reflect upon your behaviour I am sure.

I come back into the room and unzip my bag, out of your line of sight. You are starting to get a little anxious now, and so you should.

I move towards you and gently trace your nipples through the very soft fabric of your bra: they are hard and in need of attention. You moan softly as my fingers tease and explore their firmness. I put my finger to your lips and instinctively you try to take it in your mouth, hoping that will placate me a little.

Err, no. Not likely.

Time for you to be very apologetic.
I trace my fingers around the edge of your panties, taking care not to go any further. Across your tummy, your hips, the inside of your thighs, feeling the warmth of you and sensing that you are already wet.

I go back to tracing your nipples through the soft lacy fabric of your bra. They are hard again, eager for attention, my attention and only my attention. You wriggle and struggle against the straps and you beg to be released from them.

Err, no.

I stand in front of you and you see what I have taken from my special bag: a new, fresh and eager to go Wand. I casually switch through the different settings, just for your information and to secure your attention.

I run the Wand over your tummy, edging it closely to the bottom of your bra and occasionally taking it higher to touch the bottom of your boobs which fill that lacy bra so well. That makes you gasp and ask for more.

I move the Wand over your boobs and focus upon your nipples and increase the speed and intensity of the toy, moving it between them. Sadly, for you, there is no escape from this.

I decide to stop and place my finger in your mouth, letting you kiss and suck it, no doubt in the hope that your restraints will be released.

Err, no.

I move the Wand down your tummy, over your tummy button and place it directly on your panties which makes you gasp. I position it over your clit and I see that the material of your panties is now very wet. You now plead for me to stop as I increase the speed and power of the Wand, making you very excited and close to making you cum.

I tell you VERY clearly that you are not allowed to cum, after all the behaviour that you have shown me is very poor and I want to punish you. This is just part of that!

After several minutes you are desperate and promise to do anything to please me if I give you my permission, writhing on the bed and begging for my signal.

I slip my fingers inside your panties and check to see that you are nice and wet, but tell you firmly that again you are not allowed to cum, it is not the time for this.

Satisfied that you are exactly where I want you to be I switch off the Wand and leave it on the bed: I untie you and tell you to put on the new dress I have brought for you to wear. You do this and put on your black heels.

I kiss you lightly, hold you by your hips and tell you that it is time for Dinner in the restaurant downstairs.

I remind you that you are Owned, that I expect respect and obedience with no exceptions.

I tell you that you need to think about how you will please me when we come back to our room after Dinner, reminding you that it will be a long night.

Monday evening after work

I tell you to get undressed, quickly.

I tie your wrists to your ankles so that you are beautifully exposed for my pleasure.

I lift you to the edge of your seat and consider what to do next.

I briefly consider what you might have in mind, but disregard them.

I go over to my bag, you hear the zip being undone, slowly, and wonder what awaits you.

Friday afternoon

The office is empty and for once things are a little calmer.

I wander past and lean over your right shoulder, whispering in your ear to remind you that you are Owned and that I expect you to be dedicated and obedient.

You nod.

I pull your hair back slightly to make sure that you understand.

I unzip your jeans with my right hand while I kiss your neck and gently put my hand onto the top of your panties.

I ask you if I have your attention and you nod.

I slip my hand inside your panties and find your clit, already ready for my touch.

You arch your back and let me explore further if I want to, but no, that is for bedtime.

I tease and stroke your clit slowly, very faintly, making you wet and very warm.

I whisper in your ear that you had best please me later ……………………