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Was it three or was it four?

The answer is unknown. I saw you look back three times, and thought i caught a fourth. But when i looked back you were gone and so in a few moments was i. Just another brief moment of happiness amongst the dross and the dreck. Sad in parting, though surrounded by sun and not long til i see you again.

Overtime - dominatrix's revenge 4

So still on the domme revenge kick. As someone who occasionally puts his foot in it in his quest for life to be as good as it can be, by offering 'helpful' suggestions, it's a line that keeps on giving. So having occasionally had a word to say about timing, things not lasting the scheduled time, i thought of practical revenges for those I've occasionally maligned in this way. There are times when I'm at a loose end after a session and Mistress will know this. So she knows that there will be no real life consequences to just not going. I'll be tired and drained and sore, and looking forward to a bath and bed (often just collapsing into bed) but she chooses to be generous. Her own domestic arrangements are sorted satisfactorily so there's time still for Mistress fun. We're finishing dinner but there is no simple walk to the car. Instead the night involves a short trip via the local late night shop where a bottle of her favourite drink and mixer is bo...

Happinesses x2

I was back in the usual Friday routine last week. Without going into details this was a mix of social and physical things which gave me the opportunity to nourish my submissive side, being helpful as a friend, as a confidante, as a pack horse and as a delicate tenderer of tender caresses. This made me very happy and i think Miss too. At the end there was just time to be strung up by my wrists in her dungeon, not hanging as such but hands very much above head. Miss wrung an orgasm from me and before i could properly protest embarked on wringing out another. In this she was successful, despite the first being sufficiently intense that i thought there was nothing else to give. Like most things i was wrong and she right. It was very tender, the second at least and at the beginning at least,  but it helped that i was fantasizing heavily too. For the record, i was dreaming that i was being drained against my wishes, by a kindly soul who bore me no ill will but had her targets to me...

What no gravy? Dominatrix revenge part 3

So the last bit of gentle feedback i gave on a session was about kit and what gets brought and what gets forgot. This still pains me as with just a little thought and prep these things could be done right. When they aren't i can't help but feel unappreciated. I know it's not intended but it's how i feel. Still, no good sense of grievance should be wasted as an opportunity to turn it on its head and show me who is really the boss. Mistress turns up to the room and just bursts through the door startling me (she has got a spare key from reception). I am told to strip. I make her a beverage and kneel by her side. She announces that she's brought nothing. She lets me sigh and process this disappointment. Then pushes my head to the floor and, as i lie naked upon it, places her foot on the top of my head. 'Don't worry my dear i will break you with just my will and my body. You will obey and you will thank me at the end of it.' She bids me to silence...

In the moment and preserving the moment

Recently  i saw my two lovely lady friends who, despite my requests didn't take any pictures. The reason in each case was the same.  They were in the moment and so lost in it that they forgot. This is good news as it means they're enjoying things. So much that stepping outside the moment would ruin it. It's also good as i dont like how i look and often see pictures and think, oh dear... But then part of me wants to be captured in time and captured looking fabulous, or as close as my flesh can be to being fabulous with corsetry or rope or a tight all encompassing hood... So i mourn a little that there is no souvenir to remember intense happiness. I mourn that there was an opportunity to sculpt and pose and squeeze me into something lovely and it was missed. Never mind. All of this sighing and longing is filtered through the current prism of desired revenge and that i suffer for my temerity. It isn't brattishness but it feels right to suffer in these circumstances...

Dominatrix revenge

So sat outside having made a bad life choice to pop into a local green space rather than walk further to a warm one. This is not the first time i have made a bad life choice recently. I have also been leaving feedback in ways which are not always well received. Or worse are and i feel like I'm bossing from the bottom. Difficult to capture comments in the dynamic but i have a knack for messing things up, whatever they are and on this subject I'll eventually write more. But in the meantime my comments and the reactions they spawn at least create the possibility of the Mistress's revenge. Where all feedback is artfully responded to, and where i am crushed by my own critique. Mistress responds to my (gentle) rebuke on seszipn time by making sure i get every minute I've bought. And pay for every minute as she keeps going to time by doing mean things that make me wish I'd never asked. So i have a thing about wooden rulers and Mistress forgot it last time. In my ...