The Spinster's Exploits

So, there I was happily imagining how I’d dress, how I’d speak to him and how I’d get to use my lovely new strap, and I wondered if the new cane would arrive and whether it would be any good… And I was somewhat shocked and as undone as a swooning Victorian virgin when I got His message of what He was planning for me at our next meeting! Reader – nudity and vulgarity were included as well as what I could expect once positioned to His satisaction!

I felt thwarted and infuriated as He so casually hooked my inner spankee and twirled her around. My traitor of a body collapsed into a puddle of eager puppy and my abilities to form decent metaphors disappeared into a puff of smoke. So there was my poor inner baby Domme all flattened by Him and by my embarrassingly eager spankee and aided and abetted by my annoyingly growing subby self!

Eager Spankee and Annoyingly Growing Subby were so taken by my so-called sub man with a plan that they took over my poor nervous system and bombarded my innocent brain and fanny and flooded them with images of his plans and most shocking sensations. Reader – I didn’t stand a chance! I was outnumbered, deliciously and infuriatingly. I’m now beginning to wonder whether a sweary tirade was a good idea in the circumstances, though – He did notice my less than circumspect way of addressing Him. Perhaps “You fucking bastard!!!” was a bit much – I can be a little free with my exclamation marks after all…

My ability to concentrate on anything but my deliciously switchy so-called sub was a challenge and I may have been a little more vacant than usual during tai chi and the Scrabble game with members of the Ladies’ Fellowship group. I blamed it on the weather and sleeping badly. True – but he was the one I blame for my being awake at 5.30 in the morning!

And so I came up with my cunning plan. Rather than accept his plans as a fait accompli I would see them as a demand, subject to negotiation. I agreed to the letter of his demand – on condition he cedes power to me the following time we meet. Unfortunately, ACAS and the United Nations were tied up, so we had to handle the delicate diplomacy between ourselves. He thought ceding total power was a bit much and what did it mean exactly? So being a fair-minded equal opportunist, I said I’d cede total control to him from his arrival, until he called a halt or I needed to call time. And we’d do the same again on the next visit with me in charge.

I’m not sure what I feel about my diplomatic skills in such trying circumstances but my Eager Spankee, Annoyingly Growing Subby and Inner Baby Domme appear to be turning metaphorical cartwheels and letting off fireworks!