Looking back

​I remember a moment in the past with the starkest clarity. It was back in the days when I had a maid. He was also the first boy I fucked. I’d never really wanted a boy in that manner before. We had a similar sense of humour and I was jealous of his legs in stockings. He was significantly taller and bigger than me, could easily overpower me if he so chose. But we both knew he wouldn’t dare!

One day after we had been out buying lingerie I was in the mood to remind him of our agreed dynamic. He was beginning to get too comfortable and despite his love of female underwear he was still very much a bloke in public. He was wearing holdups under his trousers and one of them was falling down as he hadn’t paid enough attention to putting them on. The whole taxi ride home he complained about feeling uncomfortable and wishing he was more of a vanilla boy. I laughed and told him to stop being such a baby, to which he sulked.

As soon as we got inside and the door closed behind us, I took my panties off, rubbed the wet fabric in his face and shoved them in his mouth. I kept my dress on and told him to remove his clothes.
Then I took both his hands and attached them to the arms of the chair. I wonder what was going through his mind when I left the room and returned with the strap-on he bought for my birthday. I’m sure he thought I’d forgotten about it as I hadn’t mentioned it since, which was quite a few months ago.
I slap the dildo around his face and stroke his cheek with it. 

‘Did you think I’d forgotten about this?’

‘No Miss’ He replied ‘I know you’ll use it when you decide to and it will be your choice’.

‘Thats right maid, and instead of sulking the whole way home perhaps you should have asked what you will be making us for dinner and what I’d like to drink. Since you failed on both counts I’ll have the rest of the wine and you will have my nectar, its not really a punishment for you though is it?’

‘No, Miss Eve, I enjoy tasting anything thing from you’.

‘How can I resist such a sweet statement. I slide the length of the toy between my legs until its nice and wet then remove the panties from his mouth and place them around his neck like a collar.

‘Clean it’

With that, he licks from the base to the tip and I almost wish I was wearing it, given his dedication to the task.
I rub the tip around his lips and he chases it with his tongue.
Slowly I push it into his mouth. I can tell he wants to redeem himself and would have allowed me to take him on the spot if I wanted to. But thats for another day.

‘No dressing up for you tonight’

I can see the disappointment in his eyes, but the boys got to learn.

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My pleasure is your joy…

I guess I enjoy telling you about this side of myself because I know that you get off on the idea. Knowing that another gives me pleasure seems to make you happy and turned on. 

I am surprised at myself and the fact that when I tell you of my adventures I don’t feel guilty. Realising that I can be open with you in this manner gives me a sense of freedom I have not experienced before. 

Don’t misunderstand me you are still and will always be my favourite for so many reasons. I know that ours will be a long term arrangement. Something that allows me to define my voice in my own style. I don’t want or need to be with you all the time but I do need to know that time will be set aside for our training and you will endeavour to carry the lessons learned with you until our next encounter. This not only demonstrates your desire to be mine but also shows that you understand in order to serve you must have an idea of the character that lies inside the person you seek to submit to. 

We all have our eccentricities and just as I study you a wise sub will look for clues and ask questions in order to better maintain their role in such a dynamic. I am far from experienced in this field and these are my personal thoughts but I think it would be fair to say that I have a natural desire to sexually dominate a certain kind of man. Fewer men appreciate this quality than I thought would. Most are intimidated by it. But you seem to spark like an exception. 

The only thing is, we have to be patient and wait for the planets to align. I’m prepared to do this yet, as I said, sometimes a girl needs a snack. My small pleasures while I wait for the inevitable.

The outdoors type 

I enjoy my country walks, relieved and happy to be away from the city for the first time in too long. I’ve forgotten how relaxing it is to get away from the mania of city life. 

It would not be as easy to find a secluded spot where I can seduce you outside surrounded by greenery if we were back home. This however is perfect. My privacy shielded by this giant oak tree with a seat for one moulded by nature itself, in the heart of the trunk. 

I’m wearing a long warm winter dress and coat. ‘Come closer I’m cold. In fact sit  down,  I’ll sit on your lap and you can wrap me in your big coat.’

I feel your hardness growing as I whisper my intentions in your ear for the afternoon and slowly roll my hips against you.I hear your breathing change with each word uttered. Sometimes words alone are enough for me to remind you of your place. I enjoy the psychological aspects of this dynamic just as much as the physical.

Your hot breath against my neck warms me. ‘Keep that coat wrapped around me’. 

‘But how will I touch you Miss?’

‘That is a dilemma for you isn’t it? You don’t want to displease me by exposing me to the cold do you?’

‘Of course not Miss.Your joy brings mine’ You reply with a smile.

‘So keep me warm and we’ll both be happy’

The slightest movement from you could end this encounter and you know it from previous experience. Better to do as you’re told and enjoy that I have chosen you to share this moment with. 

You feel my right hand against the inside of your left thigh. It moves towards the source of your heat. ‘Funny how that area always seems to be warm even in cold temperatures.’ I say as I raise my skirt and adjust my position on your lap.

‘Please Miss, it’s been over a week since I’ve seen you and longer since I’ve had any release. I don’t know if this is a treat or torture’.

‘You’re not going to literally blow it here are you?’ I can’t help but laugh at my own joke and you smile despite yourself.

We have a whole weekend and you know I’ll be disappointed in you if you don’t push yourself. The reward will be worth the restraint.

‘No,  I want you, so I’ll be good’.

‘There’s my faithful little bitch. Tell me what you are to me’

‘I’m your bitch, your fuck toy, your plaything’.

‘Yes you are my darling and what a lovely toy you are’. With that I unzip your flies and take out your length. 

‘My, you are quite the big boy today aren’t you.’

I lick my fingers and and circle the tip. It doesn’t take long for you to start leaking and twitching at my touch. Your hips start to rock in time with mine.

‘Please can we go back to our room Miss. I want to taste you’

‘How sweet of you to offer. You are making my thighs wet with your sticky mess. I want to play some more first. You can take it can’t you.’ 

I make it more of a statement than a question. I turn to face you and your eyes tell me you are fighting against instinct. You are doing so well I push you further with a few strokes from the base to the tip rubbing yours juices against the tip before stroking again, each one more intense than the last. 

Your grip on the coat is loosening as you struggle with the urge to cum. Then I stop and stand up. My skirt lowering as I do. 

‘Tidy yourself up and let’s finish our walk’

I can see the disappointment in your face. You’ll get over it. I know you. 

‘Be sure to remember this spot, we must come back again another day’

‘I don’t think I’ll forget it’ You reply buttoning your coat.

So close…

I’ve just got out of the shower and I’m ready for bed. Why does this one make me melt more than the others? What is it about him that makes me enjoy the moments we have and want more. He is not the most obedient but perhaps the most loyal. 

I must admit to being attracted to the ones that are slightly harder to break. There’s something more satisfying about witnessing the change in character and of course this takes time, you understand that and are deliciously willing. We are sure to have many adventures along the way. 

The thought of it makes my nipples hard. I lie on the bed, unwrap the towel and reach for my body butter. Its been a long day just as tomorrow will be. The thick moisturising cream sinks into the soft brown skin of my arms, I love the fruity smell. I take more and slowly apply it to my breasts playing with my nipples. I can feel the heat rising in my pussy as I start to sense that familiar pulse in my clit. 

I think of your mouth softly taking it in and sucking. Flicking it with your tongue. 

I take my time over stomach and hips. Is it any wonder boys can be mesmerised by the female form. In fact us humans are pretty amazing. We should never feel ashamed of our bodies. I’ve always loved mine. I open my legs with my knees bent as I start on my thighs and sure enough I’m soaked. My lips are shiny and it feels nice to rock my hips. 

What I would really like is you on your stomach laying on the bed naked with your head right against my pussy, mouth open tongue out until you start to dribble saliva down your chin like a dirty little fucktoy. 

That image is enough to push two fingers into my wet hole as I arch my back. I take them out, slide them over my nipples and hold myself open with the other hand, fingers dancing on my clit. Fuck I’m so wet I can hear it. Licking juices off my fingers and squeezing my titties. If you were here your face would be shiny right now from my juices and your jaw would be sore from holding that position, you would even have made a little puddle on the bed from all that dribble. Messy puppy, but just right for rubbing my hungry cunt against. That’s right baby. All over your pretty face. I’d grab your hair and pull you in. Just the notion has me finger fucking myself and sliding juices over clitty until I almost explode. I love taking myself so close, sometimes I do this for days.

How can I edge my pets if I can’t edge myself?

Wet panties

Its bizarre I know, but I’m into the idea of watching you make my panties wet. I’d wear the white silky ones so you can easily monitor the progress of your work and my brown boots, the ones that make my arse look even prettier. Usual rules apply to the wet panties game. You can not take them off or move them aside. Using your mouth, hands on the floor, you wear no clothing and begin on your knees. The only thing limiting you is your imagination. 

Its kinda sexy listening you tell me how much you enjoy your tasks. Its one of the few times when your arms and legs are free. Then again I might tie your ankles or use a spreader bar. You do look good in that!

I like it when I lean over, your nose rubbing against my arse, your tongue marking the outline of my panties whilst you ask for a taste. Extra points for sucking my juices through the silk or making my clit so hard that you can flick it with the tip of your tongue. 

I’d certainly be impressed if you manage to make my thighs wet. So much so, it would be worth a treat. 

Where did I put my riding crop?

I don’t think I’ve seen it since I moved. There are still a few boxes to unpack . …

Its quite something the way it made my pussy pulse. Not just the texture and feel of it in my hands but also the sound it makes as it glides in the air and lands on my toys flesh. 
I guess each person we meet speaks to a different part of us if we are willing to listen. He was my first & really did have the loveliest bottom. The way the marks would remind him of our session for days to come. I think this appeals to me more than the act itself.