You offer it up to me on our first encounter. But do you really mean it or is the thought of what you want causing you to say things you may later regret?

Sometimes I can feel how a situation may progress & if they are worth my time, those are the ones I’m willing to take a chance on. 

They show a sense of understanding their place from the outset through a genuine desire to please me. Not just sexually because I need to know you first, but in a social setting. Making an effort to demonstrate their willingness to serve through their actions and use of language is not always as easy as it sounds.

But in the initial stages it’s the effort that I’m looking for. Show me that you have been paying attention and my reservations will fade away. We both have much to learn but that’s all part of the journey. 

Would you like to take the ride with me?



I don’t really feel like talking to you today I just need your mouth on me. Lie on your back, arms outstretched over your head. I will be tying them to the post, this way I can play with your cock and slap it when you move.  

I’m going to smother that pretty boy face of yours, rubbing my beautifully rounded arse in it. Fuck, I am so slippery wet it will be easy to make you shine and hear you moan.  In fact I may tease my clit over your face just enough to soak my fingers so I can circle the tip of of your now twitching cock.  

‘You are not going to start wriggling are you? What’s that I can’t hear a word you are saying hehehe.’

I can feel your body tensing up as I slide my juices along the shaft of your hardened cock with my fingers. I like the way it jumps as I circle the tip.  You are starting to drip and fighting the urge to sway your hips in time with my movement 

‘Open your mouth pet I want to give you something.’

As I cum into your mouth and down your throat you can’t seem to stop yourself trying to thrust against my hand, the air anything.  You are starting to forget your place and turning into a hungry greedy sub which is a nono.  SLAP.

Your moaning intensifies beneath me and I use your nose to tickle my rosebud quickly realising I want more as my pussy starts to throb.

Fingering myself as you enthusiastically tongue fuck my arse feels gloriously delicious.  I know I will need to cum several more times until I am satisfied, you know there will be more slapping to come…

Testing, testing 123…

Ginger root medicinal in many ways but also a great torture device. It looks innocent and unassuming but can be potent in the right hands… I love cooking with it and have always wanted to try the other option as I’m fascinated by its effect. Sore throat and colds be gone. This simple root with its heated effect really gets to work immediately so I can see how it would work well as a form of discipline…

I haven’t had time lately to search for a pet so my imagination will have to suffice. It reminds me of when I was a young girl and wanted a racing bike. All of a sudden they seemed to be bikers racing everywhere in a manner I had not noticed before. But I only wanted one in particular. Very much like my pet search…

If you were mine would you be my test subject? I could wear a white coat and get a clip board. You would make an exellent test subject. I quite like the idea of you in a patients gown with a raging hard on.

Because I’m pretty sure you would be wouldn’t you? All hard and dripping in anticipation. I think the Victorians called it figging. I’ve prepared one just the right size for you. I wonder if your internal pulsing against the root will intensify the sensation and make your dick harder. 

In fact stroke yourself for me and tell me what you feel. I know its hot. Does it radiate your whole body or just your arse. I can see from your face its somewhere between pleasure and pain. Enjoyment and discomfort. Shame and lust. You look so cute when you’re aroused and slightly embarrassed!

Time for your mouth between my legs. Leave it in lets see how much you can take….

Its tempting but…

Of course it could be the most amazing scene for so many reasons. But once that line is crossed its not really possible to go back. 

I value my privacy too much to mix business with pleasure. He has demonstrated on various occasions that he is interested in the concept of being controlled but its not clear to what extent and on quiet days I will admit my mind may wander…

There are nooks that we could tuck ourselves into where no one would think to look. The building is old and maze like enough for us to hide ourselves away. But I always think its the scent that gives it away regardless.

The smile and sheen on your face. The lingering looks when you think no one is looking. For me it would be the temptation to drop something just to watch you pick it up at my feet. Watching you desperately resisting the urge to touch my shoe. The manner in which I could pose a question just to hear you say yes Mistress. 

Okay so perhaps I have been thinking about it. Need to busy myself before I do something out of sheer boredom…

Damn that alarm, ruining my fun…

I had a dream the other day. It surprised me as I haven’t consciously thought of D/s play for quite some time.  

We were in a bar/restaraunt and it was quiet save for the jazz type band playing in the background. I think it was my bloody valentine or some such melody. 

You were quite forward for such a shy boy, which is not like you at all. You stood up to ask me for a dance as I sat by the bar listening to the torch singer thinking I could probably do a better job (I know, oh the vanity, lol).

I was wearing my silver silk dress and from the feel of it no underwear. Each move outlining the contour of my body, dancing on my curves and it was a warm night so the fabric felt soothing against my skin.

You placed the palm of your left hand against my back and stood to my right.

‘A beautiful woman is seldom left alone for long’

‘How true’ I replied. ‘Is this the part where you offer me a drink, as I’d love a dark and stormy.’

‘Its been a while I know but I can’t let you go, have a dance with me and I’ll be as good as you want me to be.’

This one really has a way of making me smile despite myself and a good spirit so I agree. 

His hand feels cool on the small of my back and the cheeky bass player smiles, blows me a kiss and winks at me.

I’m pulled closer.

‘You are dancing with me remember?’

‘Indeed I am, how could I forget.’ 

‘Your nipples look beautiful in that dress, It’s all I can do to stop myself from eating them right here. You always taste so very good and make me feel greedy for more.’

‘I think the dance is enough of a kindness for you considering your failure to respond to my last message in a timely fashion. ‘

‘You know my research often takes me to desolate places. I didn’t have a chance. Sometimes I think thats why you wrote to me in the first place.’

‘Don’t be silly.  If I wanted you to fail I would have come up with something much more inventive.’ 

I push myself closer towards you and feel your hardness growing. 

‘Something  certainly did miss me even if you are too proud to admit it.’ I say smiling into your eyes.

‘I’m  sure you are aware by now that I have very little ability to deny you anything Mistress’.

‘Of course I am that’s why I enjoy teasing you so much. How did you know I would be here?’

‘ I asked after you at work and was told you enjoy whisky based cocktails when you want to relax. This place and two others are known for just that so I tried each of them in the hope of finding you.  Also I know you enjoy live music, so ….’

I took your hand and lightly brushed it against me. The reaction in your eyes palpable as your whole body stiffens. 

I think I’d like that drink now…

‘Yes of course. I’ll find us a nice table.’

There is something quite sweet about a grown man with a submissive nature who becomes as excited as a boy when he thinks he has an opportunity to please a dominant woman.

He bought a shot for himself so I can tell he is nervous. 

‘Be a darling and get a wine glass.’ I ask

‘But I got you a cocktail with a bottle of chilled lemonade just as you like it’.

‘I didn’t say the glass was for me to drink from silly. I’ll be back in a moment.’

With that I left to the loo taking the glass with me. Upon my return the glass was full and I had freshened up my lipstick. A lovely reddish purple I have yet to find in waking life. 

‘I got you a drink. Fresh from the source. If you drink it you can have another dance’

You took the glass and stared at me. A combination of surprise and lust in your eyes. 

‘You said you can deny me nothing, so prove yourself and let’s see where the night takes us…’

I have yet to find out what happens next as my alarm woke me up!

Good boys deserve treats

I can almost recall the feeling but its growing dim. This is the longest I have gone without and I don’t like it. A girl gets used to a certain standard and finds it hard to relent.  

Anyhoo back to the story I was intending to tell. 

I like to kiss. Kissing pets is an enticing way to get them all hungry and wanton. More pliable and willing to please. I enjoy telling them what I expect from the session while showering them with kisses so they are aware they are loved and will be even more so when they comply and honour their role. 

I’m wearing my red and white stockings with my navy cincher and position myself on the bed, head on pillow, arse in the air, legs slightly open to reveal my pink wetness and pretty rosebud. Ironically the most comfortable position for giving birth is also the one I get the most intense orgasms from. But I digress…

You kneel on the floor with your head up. Hypnotised by the sight. I call your name more than once before you respond.  I’m sure the plug is making your cock throb harder than usual which must be distracting also. Hehehe

‘I want you to lick from my pussy to my arse. Three times then tongue fuck my rosebud. Make sure you use your chin to tease my clit. You can do that can’t you?’

‘Fuck yes, I will do my best Miss’

‘Good, now come closer so I can take a hold of that leash. I like the way it feels between my thighs.’

I pull you closer to my destination before you have a chance to steady yourself, hearing tou moan softly does something indescribable for me. I wind the leash around my hand allowing you less freedom of movement. Your cock is strappped to your belly and straining against tape which I have bound aroind your waist. Its crude but effective. I enjoy using my feet to check hoe much you are dripping. Of course you will lick them clean later if you’re a good boy…