Waiting

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 ......

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 …………………..