My husband and I had the loveliest of days. In spite of the fact that he has so very much to do at this time, he wanted to spend our special day somewhere lovely with me. Like a good scout, I was prepared, having already got advice from a friend as to the perfect restaurant at a winery in our wine area, a valley less than an hour's drive away.
It was divine. We loved the ambiance of the restaurant, a bit like a beautiful French country house. The food was sensational and the Pinot Noir, lovely. The service was excellent and we enjoyed too the birthday party taking place next to us at a big table, perhaps the girl's 28th, at a guess. Her guests were an eclectic group and all beautiful and interesting in their own way.
We exchanged gifts. I had a pair of Ray Ban's for him which he loved and he had bought for me the special bracelet we saw while on holiday. He was enraptured at how well it went with the two silver bracelets I was already wearing. You see, I had been looking for something to wear on my wrist for some time. My dear submissive girlfriend had told me of the ribbon she wore on her wrist to remind her that her hands did not belong to her, and from that moment I knew that I needed some sort of bracelet to wear on my wrist. When my husband and I saw it when we were window shopping one evening at the town where we were staying, we knew we had found the perfect item. I won't describe it in detail for obvious reasons, but I will tell you that it has three silver charms - a key, a lock and a heart. It is the first charm bracelet I have ever worn and I love it. You can probably guess what I will be trying to avoid by looking at it on my wrist. I doubt I have to spell that out for you!
So, after we had shared dessert (and by the way, I didn't touch my spoon or fork), I went to the bathroom, as girls do. We had been talking over lunch of the "puss in boots". I had admired her boots and pointed them out to my husband. Whilst away,this girl had come close to him, to see the beautiful vegetable garden just outside the window by us. Of course, he couldn't help himself. He does so love to play:
"Excuse me, young lady, but I've been admiring your lovely boots."
"Oh, thank you."
"They're the kind of boots that could get a young lady into lots of trouble."
Giggle, giggle, giggle.
"I suppose that is why you wear them."
More full body, giggly gyrations.
"So, what is the occasion?"
"Well, actually, it is my birthday!"
"Happy Birthday. Is it a bit forward to ask for a kiss?"
More full body giggling.
"You'll need to get in line. The Italian waiter has been flirting with me all afternoon."
They both giggle and she proceeds back to her chair.
You just can't leave some doms alone for a minute!
We had a lovely, lovely day together, enjoying our games, and I'd like to particularly thank two of my readers, dear friends, for their lovely messages. I appreciated that a great deal. I feel very privileged to know you!
As the beautiful birthday "puss in boots" said to my husband, after wedded for this many years, "you must be doing something right!" And, so he is!
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Sunday, June 7, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
The Soprano
It was midnight and her Master was already in bed, checking the financial results of the day on the television on the wall in front of him. She thought she might get lucky tonight and she brought with her to bed her styling hairbrush, so that he could brush her hair while he listened and watched. She handed the brush to him, looking as sweet and demure as she could. She didn’t say anything. He took it from her.
“It is the wrong brush, girl. Bring me the wooden backed hairbrush from my wet pack.”
She looked at him carefully, to check that he meant it, and seeing that he did, she returned to the bathroom and fetched the evil item. She handed the brush of pain to him much in the same way as she had handed over the brush of pleasure.
“Thank you, girl. Now, bend over my knees.”
She did so. There was no choice in the matter. He brought back the smooth wooden side of the brush on her buttocks; first six on the left cheek and then six on the right. She lay there panting. The sting was like nothing else.
“All right. Tuck down close beside me and off to sleep immediately, please.”
She did as she was told and she slept well. She woke at 7.01 am. She took in where she was; that there was no need to wake herself up this morning to get her sons off to school, and she returned to slumber. She woke again at 8.25, and felt rested.
She looked about for her Master and a moment or two later he entered the bedroom from the living room.
“Good morning, girl.”
“Good morning, Master. I think I will go and check the temperature of the water in the spa.”
“No, you won’t. You will only do as you are told while we are here. I will tell you what you will do and when you will do it. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master.”
“Well, I hope so, for your sake. Because, if you don’t, you will have a terribly sore bottom.”
“Yes, Master.”
“All right. It is time for your morning maintenance.”
“I need to go the bathroom, first.”
“What do you say?”
“Master, may I please go to the bathroom, first?”
“Good girl. Yes, you may.”
She smiled to herself as she returned to the bedroom. She liked this game.
“Climb over my knee, little girl.”
She did as she was told. She was such a gooood, little girl.
He brought his hand up rather high. She could sense that, and he brought it down hand, about eight swats to each buttock. She was panting. They were fast.
“Now, for a taste of the tawse. Stay still.”
He brought the blasted strips of leather down across her bottom more times than she could count. She remembered her friend’s advice and tried to transfer the pain to pleasure in her mind. She was trying to remember to breathe. Finally, he had had enough fun with his tawse for now. He asked her to rise and he folded the firm pillow over itself, and held it in place.
“Over you go. Be a good girl, now.”
She climbed over the pillow so that it rested below her hips.
“Pout out now.”
She pouted out.
“Pout out, girl!”
He was sterner now and she pouted out good and wide.”
“That’s better. That’s what I want.”
He got behind her and plundered her. She groaned instantly. Her orgasm was immediate. He maintained the pressure and fucked her for the longest time. She groaned and groaned and groaned. At one moment, she thought of a baritone singer she knew and his daily chortling, but the music she was making today was that of a soprano. The music was not necessarily in tune, but it was sweet to her ears and apparently, his.
“That’s right. You just keep singing for me. Let’s see how long you can sing!”
She was in orgasmic heaven. He had hit the play button and the CD would keep playing for as long as he wished.
Eventually, he turned her over and entered her again with her on her back and her knees up to his ears. The orgasms returned again but as much as she was still singing, she began to wonder how much more pleasure she could take. She did what she knew to do to encourage his pleasurable release, but he appeared disinterested. He continued to ensure that she chortle away. He squeezed her nipples between her fingers and off she went again.
When he was ready, he put her on her side, and he re-entered her in this position, clearly enjoying the sensations, for now his groans were deep and rhythmic. She lay there, completely still and accepted that he would use her body for as long as he cared.
Ultimately, he pulled his cock away and slapped her right buttock hard; three sound slaps. Still, she lay there quietly and absorbed the pain, coming immediately after the pleasure.
“Taste my sweat, little girl. Taste your juices on my cock. Use your tongue, now.”
As she moved to get on her knees, she glanced over at the clock. It was 9.45. She had been singing for quite some time.
She did as instructed and he was pleased.
“Good girl. Kneel at my feet, now. That’s a good slave. You are my little slave this week and your Master expects total obedience. I’ll be making generous use of all your holes. Do you understand?”
"Yes, Master.”
“Would you like to go and check the temperature in the spa now?”
“Yes please, Master.”
“Good girl. You’ve been in purgatory because that is where a girl who misbehaves goes. But, you are back where you belong, now, aren’t you? Back in harness; back in service.”
“Yes, Master.”
“I would continue to be a good girl because being in purgatory is not a comfortable place to be for you, is it?”
“No, Master; I don’t like purgatory at all.”
“All right. Well, I do like my girl being as well behaved as she has been this morning. There are many rewards for well behaved girls, aren’t there?”
She smiled. She tried not to, but she could not help it.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl. Off you go to check the water temperature.”
“Yes Master.
9.55 am: She slipped away. She was very, very happy.
“It is the wrong brush, girl. Bring me the wooden backed hairbrush from my wet pack.”
She looked at him carefully, to check that he meant it, and seeing that he did, she returned to the bathroom and fetched the evil item. She handed the brush of pain to him much in the same way as she had handed over the brush of pleasure.
“Thank you, girl. Now, bend over my knees.”
She did so. There was no choice in the matter. He brought back the smooth wooden side of the brush on her buttocks; first six on the left cheek and then six on the right. She lay there panting. The sting was like nothing else.
“All right. Tuck down close beside me and off to sleep immediately, please.”
She did as she was told and she slept well. She woke at 7.01 am. She took in where she was; that there was no need to wake herself up this morning to get her sons off to school, and she returned to slumber. She woke again at 8.25, and felt rested.
She looked about for her Master and a moment or two later he entered the bedroom from the living room.
“Good morning, girl.”
“Good morning, Master. I think I will go and check the temperature of the water in the spa.”
“No, you won’t. You will only do as you are told while we are here. I will tell you what you will do and when you will do it. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master.”
“Well, I hope so, for your sake. Because, if you don’t, you will have a terribly sore bottom.”
“Yes, Master.”
“All right. It is time for your morning maintenance.”
“I need to go the bathroom, first.”
“What do you say?”
“Master, may I please go to the bathroom, first?”
“Good girl. Yes, you may.”
She smiled to herself as she returned to the bedroom. She liked this game.
“Climb over my knee, little girl.”
She did as she was told. She was such a gooood, little girl.
He brought his hand up rather high. She could sense that, and he brought it down hand, about eight swats to each buttock. She was panting. They were fast.
“Now, for a taste of the tawse. Stay still.”
He brought the blasted strips of leather down across her bottom more times than she could count. She remembered her friend’s advice and tried to transfer the pain to pleasure in her mind. She was trying to remember to breathe. Finally, he had had enough fun with his tawse for now. He asked her to rise and he folded the firm pillow over itself, and held it in place.
“Over you go. Be a good girl, now.”
She climbed over the pillow so that it rested below her hips.
“Pout out now.”
She pouted out.
“Pout out, girl!”
He was sterner now and she pouted out good and wide.”
“That’s better. That’s what I want.”
He got behind her and plundered her. She groaned instantly. Her orgasm was immediate. He maintained the pressure and fucked her for the longest time. She groaned and groaned and groaned. At one moment, she thought of a baritone singer she knew and his daily chortling, but the music she was making today was that of a soprano. The music was not necessarily in tune, but it was sweet to her ears and apparently, his.
“That’s right. You just keep singing for me. Let’s see how long you can sing!”
She was in orgasmic heaven. He had hit the play button and the CD would keep playing for as long as he wished.
Eventually, he turned her over and entered her again with her on her back and her knees up to his ears. The orgasms returned again but as much as she was still singing, she began to wonder how much more pleasure she could take. She did what she knew to do to encourage his pleasurable release, but he appeared disinterested. He continued to ensure that she chortle away. He squeezed her nipples between her fingers and off she went again.
When he was ready, he put her on her side, and he re-entered her in this position, clearly enjoying the sensations, for now his groans were deep and rhythmic. She lay there, completely still and accepted that he would use her body for as long as he cared.
Ultimately, he pulled his cock away and slapped her right buttock hard; three sound slaps. Still, she lay there quietly and absorbed the pain, coming immediately after the pleasure.
“Taste my sweat, little girl. Taste your juices on my cock. Use your tongue, now.”
As she moved to get on her knees, she glanced over at the clock. It was 9.45. She had been singing for quite some time.
She did as instructed and he was pleased.
“Good girl. Kneel at my feet, now. That’s a good slave. You are my little slave this week and your Master expects total obedience. I’ll be making generous use of all your holes. Do you understand?”
"Yes, Master.”
“Would you like to go and check the temperature in the spa now?”
“Yes please, Master.”
“Good girl. You’ve been in purgatory because that is where a girl who misbehaves goes. But, you are back where you belong, now, aren’t you? Back in harness; back in service.”
“Yes, Master.”
“I would continue to be a good girl because being in purgatory is not a comfortable place to be for you, is it?”
“No, Master; I don’t like purgatory at all.”
“All right. Well, I do like my girl being as well behaved as she has been this morning. There are many rewards for well behaved girls, aren’t there?”
She smiled. She tried not to, but she could not help it.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl. Off you go to check the water temperature.”
“Yes Master.
9.55 am: She slipped away. She was very, very happy.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Discipline
Earlier today, I read an article entitled ‘Effective Behavior management Part 1’ by Kelly B. Cartwright, Ph. D. She isn’t talking about kinky people such as me and you, but rather effective behaviour management styles that adults can use with children. Having said that, I believe that what she had to say has some relevance to the D/s situation.
Ms. Cartwright notes that:
"One common misconception about discipline is that discipline is synonymous with punishment. The Latin root of the word discipline, however, means "instruction" or "knowledge." Thus, discipline is really a process by which adults teach children and convey knowledge about appropriate behavior for various situations. However, some methods of discipline are better at achieving this than others."
She notes that the research suggests that there are at least three different styles of discipline.
“The first, power-assertive discipline, involves such adult behavior as spanking, withdrawal of privileges, and threats of punishment or physical harm. Children respond to adults' requests out of fear, rather than respect. Consequently, children's motivations for appropriate behavior are external, and they conform to expectations to avoid punishment. However, when children find themselves in situations where they will not be "caught," they are likely to engage in inappropriate behavior.”
To put it in kinky words, the dominant may make it crystal clear that if some order is disobeyed, unpleasant punishment will ensue. Perhaps the submissive woman would not conform to the order unless she knew she would be punished, and thus, under threat, obeys.
Secondly, there is the kind of discipline wherein the dominant expresses his displeasure by being distant or hurt.
“The second discipline style, love withdrawal, involves such adult behavior as refusals to speak or listen to children, threats to leave children, or expressions of dislike and disappointment. Adults who practice this discipline style often give children the proverbial "cold shoulder" when inappropriate behavior occurs. As a consequence, children conform to expectations because they fear abandonment or the loss of adults' love and affection. Like power-assertive discipline, love withdrawal produces external motivation for appropriate behavior.”
The point to note is that both of these strategies that attempt to manage children’s behaviour use external motivation for appropriate behaviour. So far, there has been no talk about the motivation of the child, or in our case, the submissive woman.
“The third discipline style, induction, incorporates the true nature of discipline: teaching. Adults who practice induction provide children explanations for appropriate behavior as well as reasonable consequences for inappropriate behavior. Because children understand WHY certain actions are expected of them and others are prohibited, they internalize reasons for these behaviors. As a result, children's motivation to behave appropriately comes from within, and they are more likely to engage in expected behaviors even when they are in situations where they are not being watched and thus will not be "caught." An additional benefit of induction is that children will be more likely to understand the effects of their behaviors on others and exhibit empathy.”
When I first started out on a D/s path, I was so extraordinarily excited, so utterly switched on, that it did not make much difference to me which strategy the dominant used. I was turbo charged and loving every minute of it. “Bring it on! Whatever!”
However, I am now a couple of years down the track, and I have found myself wanting something more “real”. If I am going to have a ritual, it has to have some meaning for me. *I* have to see the value of it. I have to understand “WHY” it is important that I should do this ritual, “WHY” it is important that I should get a few strokes of the cane each morning, “WHY” I should make out an inventory of my wardrobe to establish a dress code.
I am not making a judgement on others when I say that *I* want to do this very intelligently. I want to be taught “WHY” and I want to “internalize reasons” for acting in certain ways.
Over the past few weeks, I have established very clearly in my own mind that I want to be dominated, now and forever. Without that sort of relationship in my life, I feel so much less. So, on my own, I have established the necessity of such a relationship for me. Now, I want to be taught “WHY” I am to do as I am told.
My hope is that in this way, I can embrace my lessons without resistance; be the ‘good girl’ that I want to be. To put it in another way, my brain has to be engaged in this process. I never will earn “slave” status. My dominant is not really interested in imposing his will. What he wants is a happy, well behaved girl. If I am happy, then he is happy and being dominated makes me happy. If certain people can be proud of me and I can be proud of me for the lessons I learn and embrace, that’s enough for me. A "good girl" is rewarded with love, affection and attention. That is exactly what I want.
Ms. Cartwright notes that:
"One common misconception about discipline is that discipline is synonymous with punishment. The Latin root of the word discipline, however, means "instruction" or "knowledge." Thus, discipline is really a process by which adults teach children and convey knowledge about appropriate behavior for various situations. However, some methods of discipline are better at achieving this than others."
She notes that the research suggests that there are at least three different styles of discipline.
“The first, power-assertive discipline, involves such adult behavior as spanking, withdrawal of privileges, and threats of punishment or physical harm. Children respond to adults' requests out of fear, rather than respect. Consequently, children's motivations for appropriate behavior are external, and they conform to expectations to avoid punishment. However, when children find themselves in situations where they will not be "caught," they are likely to engage in inappropriate behavior.”
To put it in kinky words, the dominant may make it crystal clear that if some order is disobeyed, unpleasant punishment will ensue. Perhaps the submissive woman would not conform to the order unless she knew she would be punished, and thus, under threat, obeys.
Secondly, there is the kind of discipline wherein the dominant expresses his displeasure by being distant or hurt.
“The second discipline style, love withdrawal, involves such adult behavior as refusals to speak or listen to children, threats to leave children, or expressions of dislike and disappointment. Adults who practice this discipline style often give children the proverbial "cold shoulder" when inappropriate behavior occurs. As a consequence, children conform to expectations because they fear abandonment or the loss of adults' love and affection. Like power-assertive discipline, love withdrawal produces external motivation for appropriate behavior.”
The point to note is that both of these strategies that attempt to manage children’s behaviour use external motivation for appropriate behaviour. So far, there has been no talk about the motivation of the child, or in our case, the submissive woman.
“The third discipline style, induction, incorporates the true nature of discipline: teaching. Adults who practice induction provide children explanations for appropriate behavior as well as reasonable consequences for inappropriate behavior. Because children understand WHY certain actions are expected of them and others are prohibited, they internalize reasons for these behaviors. As a result, children's motivation to behave appropriately comes from within, and they are more likely to engage in expected behaviors even when they are in situations where they are not being watched and thus will not be "caught." An additional benefit of induction is that children will be more likely to understand the effects of their behaviors on others and exhibit empathy.”
When I first started out on a D/s path, I was so extraordinarily excited, so utterly switched on, that it did not make much difference to me which strategy the dominant used. I was turbo charged and loving every minute of it. “Bring it on! Whatever!”
However, I am now a couple of years down the track, and I have found myself wanting something more “real”. If I am going to have a ritual, it has to have some meaning for me. *I* have to see the value of it. I have to understand “WHY” it is important that I should do this ritual, “WHY” it is important that I should get a few strokes of the cane each morning, “WHY” I should make out an inventory of my wardrobe to establish a dress code.
I am not making a judgement on others when I say that *I* want to do this very intelligently. I want to be taught “WHY” and I want to “internalize reasons” for acting in certain ways.
Over the past few weeks, I have established very clearly in my own mind that I want to be dominated, now and forever. Without that sort of relationship in my life, I feel so much less. So, on my own, I have established the necessity of such a relationship for me. Now, I want to be taught “WHY” I am to do as I am told.
My hope is that in this way, I can embrace my lessons without resistance; be the ‘good girl’ that I want to be. To put it in another way, my brain has to be engaged in this process. I never will earn “slave” status. My dominant is not really interested in imposing his will. What he wants is a happy, well behaved girl. If I am happy, then he is happy and being dominated makes me happy. If certain people can be proud of me and I can be proud of me for the lessons I learn and embrace, that’s enough for me. A "good girl" is rewarded with love, affection and attention. That is exactly what I want.
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