I had a surprisingly good weekend. I say 'surprisingly' because, at the start of it, I was not feeling very well. My menstrual cycle, about half of the time, is quite painful, and I woke up on Saturday in a good deal of pain. I spent a good chunk of the day wrapped around my heating pad, feeling sorry for myself.
However, Domme duty calls, so I rallied, packed up my stuff, and met my little pet for dinner before the ClubFem play party. One of the wonderful things about my pet is that he's very thoughtful, and he showed up with flowers for me, and a fantastic present: a pink riding crop he bought me, from an equestrian outfitter. If he's trying to stay in his favored position at the end of my leash, he's doing a very good job so far.
We had dinner and then went early to the party to help the Headmistress set up. I helped lace another Domme into her corset, ordered a few boys around, and got changed myself. Since I wasn't feeling that well, I didn't dress up as much as I wanted to, but the power surge of so many eager little submissive boys definitely improved my mood. By the time I got dressed, I was feeling a lot sassier. I wore a black bustier under a sheer top, a miniskirt with a slit up the side, and black suede platform boots. And I made my pet wear his special little ruffled panties, as well as my collar and pink leash. That was a particular honor for him -- one that he thanked me for profusely.
The party was a lot of fun -- especially towards the end, when the masochists started lining up for me. I haven't been able to let my inner sadist out that much in a good long while, and it felt incredible. The Headmistress loaned me one of her boys, who can really take a beating, and I used a new red-and-black flogger on him which is particularly nasty. I made him bellow quite nicely, and left him with some nice purple welts along his hips and ass. I also just let myself go -- I went into that floating, happy, sadistic headspace, and I can tell from the soreness in my biceps that I really used nearly my full strength.
At one point, after I'd beat the Headmistress's boy, I turned around and saw a number of eager, slightly terrified little boys' faces. Some of them are probably less interested in me than they were -- because now they know I can really pack a wallop. But a few of them are a little more interested -- for the very same reason!
And now my pet knows just what I'm capable of. He's not a masochist, so I would really never do that to him, but he does know he'll get punished if he doesn't obey. It isn't a bad thing for him to see just how much power and authority I can have when I want it.
On the train home, he gave me the other half of what I need -- cuddling and service. And then the next morning I woke up and got the pampering I deserve. We put his foot-worshiping skills to good use once again, among other things. He knows I'm quite pleased with him so far.
So yes, I'm a little smug and happy today. People ask me how my weekend was, and I can't answer them honestly -- I can't exactly say, "Well, I spanked four or five boys this weekend, and really beat the hell out of one of them, got my feet worshiped, used my little pet as much as I wanted, and generally feel quite rested, thank you." But when I say, "my weekend was quite nice, thanks for asking", all of that contentment is definitely in my voice.
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Monday, March 3, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
What Dominant girls dream
I had an erotic Domme dream last night.
I was at a play party -- the space looked like a club I used to know in Brooklyn, a big warehouse-type space painted white on the floors and walls. There were people everywhere, Dommes and their boys, doing whatever they felt like doing. For some reason, I was on a raised platform above everyone else. There was a large, velvet sofa on the platform, and seated on it was a boy. He wore nothing but a pair of boxer-briefs, and I was sitting in his lap, in a corset and a skirt. He was staring up at me in complete fascination, desire and submission. His hands were cuffed, the cuffs were attached to long chains, and the chains were fastened to iron rings on either side of the sofa. He could move around on the sofa, but he couldn't leave that platform unless I unlocked the cuffs. He was my prisoner, and we both knew it.
At the start of the dream, I was murmuring in his ear. No one is here, I told him, just you and me. Don't pay any attention to what's around you. And it really did feel as if the rest of the people in the room dropped away, and we were all alone in that space. I made him lie on his back, and I explored his body. He was totally silent, except his breathing changed when I teased him, but he worked very hard not to lose control, because he knew I would punish him if I was denied one second of access to my toy. Occasionally I would dig my nails into some part of his body and ask him, "To whom does this ____ (nipple, cock, arm, etc.) belong?" And he would respond, "That ____ belongs to you, Ma'am." His voice trembled, and I could see it was so hard for him to restrain himself. Sometimes his hands twitched -- he wanted to touch me, he wanted unfettered access to me, but he didn't dare. He knew he was only there to be used.
Watching him struggling with his desire made me so incredibly wet, but I kept exploring him and delaying my own orgasm for a little while. I liked the fact that we were becoming more and more indiscreet in front of everyone -- I still had some sense that we were being watched, that people were hypnotized by the dynamic between us. I knew there were probably a lot of submissive men in that room who were jealous of my toy, and wished they could be in his place. And I would look at him and realize that he was probably the best toy in the room -- something about the sweet look in his face and his incredible obedience just melted me. I licked him, I stroked him, I spanked him sometimes. I watched him struggle not to lose control of himself, so that he could continue to be available to me.
And that was it. Of course, like many dreams, the climax was imminent, but didn't happen in the dream. I woke up for that. I was so close to orgasm it really took me about 30 seconds. Such a fantastic wake-up call.
I was at a play party -- the space looked like a club I used to know in Brooklyn, a big warehouse-type space painted white on the floors and walls. There were people everywhere, Dommes and their boys, doing whatever they felt like doing. For some reason, I was on a raised platform above everyone else. There was a large, velvet sofa on the platform, and seated on it was a boy. He wore nothing but a pair of boxer-briefs, and I was sitting in his lap, in a corset and a skirt. He was staring up at me in complete fascination, desire and submission. His hands were cuffed, the cuffs were attached to long chains, and the chains were fastened to iron rings on either side of the sofa. He could move around on the sofa, but he couldn't leave that platform unless I unlocked the cuffs. He was my prisoner, and we both knew it.
At the start of the dream, I was murmuring in his ear. No one is here, I told him, just you and me. Don't pay any attention to what's around you. And it really did feel as if the rest of the people in the room dropped away, and we were all alone in that space. I made him lie on his back, and I explored his body. He was totally silent, except his breathing changed when I teased him, but he worked very hard not to lose control, because he knew I would punish him if I was denied one second of access to my toy. Occasionally I would dig my nails into some part of his body and ask him, "To whom does this ____ (nipple, cock, arm, etc.) belong?" And he would respond, "That ____ belongs to you, Ma'am." His voice trembled, and I could see it was so hard for him to restrain himself. Sometimes his hands twitched -- he wanted to touch me, he wanted unfettered access to me, but he didn't dare. He knew he was only there to be used.
Watching him struggling with his desire made me so incredibly wet, but I kept exploring him and delaying my own orgasm for a little while. I liked the fact that we were becoming more and more indiscreet in front of everyone -- I still had some sense that we were being watched, that people were hypnotized by the dynamic between us. I knew there were probably a lot of submissive men in that room who were jealous of my toy, and wished they could be in his place. And I would look at him and realize that he was probably the best toy in the room -- something about the sweet look in his face and his incredible obedience just melted me. I licked him, I stroked him, I spanked him sometimes. I watched him struggle not to lose control of himself, so that he could continue to be available to me.
And that was it. Of course, like many dreams, the climax was imminent, but didn't happen in the dream. I woke up for that. I was so close to orgasm it really took me about 30 seconds. Such a fantastic wake-up call.
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