Waiting

Taking what's mine, every delicious moment.

Getting Ready

Putting you over the edge of the bed, the white, soothingly cool sheets give you some fleeting comfort.

Now it the time to realise that your cheek and outbreak of Brat was ill-advised.

Too late now.

Hands tied behind your back, naked and waiting for what comes next.

Restrained for spanking, ready for having your errors corrected, accompanied by a very clear and concise explanation of what you did wrong, and what is expected of you in the future.

Nice and simple, easy to follow.

I tell you to lift up your bottom, seeing you quiver a little.

Time to check your wetness.

You are wet, of course, aren’t you? You know not to be very wet will increase your punishment.

My finger gently tests this out, finding your clit, circling and teasing, probing you.

I’m thinking at least 10 spanks, both sides.

Your Lesson is about to begin ……

On the Bed

Now.

On the Bed

Now.

Ass up, right up where I can see all of you, all of your perfectness.

Face down, into the quilt, a position of servitude and submission.

Forget about your makeup being smeared, hair a mess, none of that matters right now.

Wait for my touch, my gift, my permission to cum.

Careful plugging, stretching you, teasing you, knowing that you like that but more importantly, that I do.

Time for you to give yourself totally to me.

Stroking your clit very lightly, making you even wetter and ready for anything I decide.

This will be a firm and challenging fucking ……….

Choices

“Cable ties, rope or handcuffs?” You have the choice.

“Cable ties” is the shy and quiet response.

“What ever happened to the word Please?” A stern voice sharpens up her focus, knowing very well that manners are important to me.

“Belt, paddle or the palm of my hand?”

“Paddle please, I need it.” Almost a whisper there, almost humble and afraid to admit that.

“Plug, gag or blindfold?” I ask.

“Plug and blindfold, please may I have two, please, I have been very good lately ….”

“Nipple clamps or clothes pegs? Your nipples are very rarely hard enough for my liking”

“Clamps please, please I love them.”

She starts to wriggle in her chair now, the sounds in the restaurant and the traffic noise in the high street in the background blur and fade in her mind as the warmth in her panties grows and develops.

Inventing and being allowed to choose was something new, exciting and very much unexpected. Heady and intoxicating, her mind races away with it all, determined to please and be very focused and compliant.

The thought of all of that was really affecting her, pulse rising, becoming breathless at the notion of the delight to come.

And I have not touched her yet ……

Birthday

You are my Gift, my absolute and unrestricted pleasure.

You are my excitement, you will be my satisfaction.

I will tease you, take you to the heights that I decide, Edge you and Use you.

I will leave you a quivering mess at my feet, knowing that you have pleased and delighted your Sir.

It’s that simple.

Give me your mind.

Give me your being, your reason for existing and your total focus.

Give me your ability to make decisions, on anything and at any time.

Give me your direction.

Give me your growth and development in all things.

Give me your freedom.

Then, and only then, you can give me your body.

I really is that simple.

Good things come to those who wait

Be quiet, unless I tell you otherwise.

Do not wriggle about or struggle, sit there patiently and wait for further direction. You absolutely know that you follow my words to the letter.

The weighted clamps on those perfect nipples dance and tingle, sharpen and direct your focus onto your dedication to your Sir.

I squeeze and stroke your boobs, making the weights come into more play as I stretch them out,

No sound! I am disappointed that you disobeyed my first Order, for which you will be punished later.

Stand up, feet apart, keep your focus. Wider.

The Wand works its magic, buzzing away, concentrated on your clit, teasing, enlarging and then moved away to deny what you are seeking. Moving along you, plunging into your wetness and back to your clit.

Our eyes meet, I see the pleading in your eyes, wanting deeply satisfying pleasure to fog your brain, time after time.

I give you permission, my gift of pleasure, making you feel full, satisfied and exhilarated in every way.

This is only the beginning of this afternoon ……..

No.

“Maybe we could …..”

No.

“How about if we …..”

No.

“But what about ,,,,,,,”

No.

“Yeah?.......”

No.

“We could always ……”

No,

You know how things work: we talk, discuss and then I decide what we will be doing.

Now, what do you want to talk to me about?

Patience is a virtue

You may sit on my lap while we watch TV if you are still and quiet.

Good things come to a good submissive who is patient.

Well, that didn’t last long did it, grinding away on me, getting all het up, nipples hard, heavy breathing, looking all a little flustered.

No, you can’t put it in, I decide if and when.

Seeing you struggle a little, a lot, with pleasure anticipated, hoped for and to be enjoyed, but only when Sir decides.

I want you heady and fixated on satisfying that need.

Feral, wanton and in need.

I tell you to look deeply into my eyes while I tease your nipples, stretching them, making them ache with anticipation.

I love that inflamed and determined distress written all over you.

Slowly, carefully you may put it inside you.

Close your eyes and remain still: feel me pulsing and buzzing away inside you.

Time for you to show me just how much you want your Sir.

If you are good, I MAY let you cum.

You had best be good then, hadn’t you?

Voice

The voice is everything and really focuses your attention and drive onto what is being said, why it is being said and how it is being said. The tone of Control: firm, direct words and emphasis placed upon the direction that you are to take, a communication that needs to be followed and delivered with impressive effort and quality.

No time here for just plodding along and hoping for the best, thinking I will not notice your lack of enthusiasm for the Task given.

A harsh and abrupt voice generates motivation and application: making sure that Sir is happy with whatever you are Instructed to complete and deliver.

No point whatsoever in arguing back: the harsh voice is a clear signal that the time for debate, discussion, resistance even, is long gone. You know that you need to behave in a way that is expected of you.

The softer, loving voice is also very important: giving reassurance, guidance, comfort and generating that sweet feeling of closeness, a million miles away from the artificial sweetener that sits in the vanilla world.

Both voices are important to us, each giving something very different and sitting at the very core of our connection and each equally helping with your growth and development.