The Spinster's Exploits

…not to mention canes, bath brush, paddle and carpet beater – but I did wonder if it was going to happen…

So I’d been wondering if I should go for unleashing my fragile baby domestic domme on his toughened flesh and sensibilities. He had enjoyed her first time round, but then turned the tables rather deliciously with a memorable fucking. As previously deduced – more his Wicked Willie of a cock than him, but obviously still him. I was determined to exercise my power for longer.

Once again, lingerie was going to play its part because dressing up makes me feel sexy and he’s a sucker for such frivolities. I chose a leather look brown lace-up corset with brown frills around the bottom with a creamy suspender belt and pale fishnets finished off with silky brown knickers and my lovely red stilettos. I went for a no-nonsense white blouse and knee-length tight black and white skirt.

And he was running late again. I was once again all dressed up and wondering where to go. I had no idea why the delay and I was seriously hacked off at the message he was running late. Off went the heels and carefully chosen music as I settled down to watch ‘Mad Men’ and admire Joan’s ultra-feminine charms and powerplay.

He arrived with apologies into my nicely brewing thundercloud and explained the situation. He had excellent reasons for being late, but we both agreed I needed to have been put in the picture and we then established our future boundaries and rules. And being Welsh we sealed the deal with a much-needed cuppa!

And after all my planning it seemed a shame not to give him a good beating with those lovely weapons of moderate damage I’d brought downstairs. And he had told me he could take more than I gave him last time…

And ordering him to kneel on the bucket chair, drop his trousers and pants and bend over the back with his bare bum in the air as I’d imagined, seemed an excellent idea. And he complied and it was.

I’d imagined delivering a cold caning to his unprepared flesh and it still seemed a pretty good idea. For me when receiving or fantasising about receiving – it is one of those wonderfully shivery experiences of dread and excitement as I take the painful stripes and imagine the lines appearing on my vulnerable flesh.

And delivering those stripes and watching them appear on his flesh was thrilling.  And the power trip of having my lover so vulnerable while I was trying out my canes, discovering the power of a very thuddy and solid shoe horn and my gorgeous carpet beater was intoxicating. As was his lovely trip into submission to me.

I ordered him to pull up his clothing and stand up before ordering him out of his lower garments and got huge satisfaction from him losing his socks first! There is something saucy and vulnerable about a man in just his shirt, although a impressively thrusting erection does deliver a somewhat mixed message.

Ordering my lovely sub man plus his Wicked Willie cock over my lap was a delight – especially as I’d decided to be mistress of both of them. And playing with his cute bum, balls and gorgeous straining cock was an utterly pleasure as I tested my strength on his bottom with my nasty, thuddy bath brush and paddle.

I took further delight in ordering him upstairs to be my sex slave but couldn’t resist ordering him to place himself over a perfectly shaped cushion on my bed for more beating. My only disappointment was that – unlike me – he is immune to the power of my plastic fly-swat – so I had to make up for it with practically every toy in the box – it was tough – but somebody had to do it. And he did thank me very nicely.

The only real casualty of this domme-ly adventure was one of my lovely old walking canes – but luckily not the silver-tipped one. I saw said canes in an antique shop many years ago and something was triggered in my spankee brain so I bought them and they’ve been unused until we got together as they are non-flexible and seem unyielding. He was happy to experiment with them in his hand or across his arse – and it was his arse that gave him his first broken trophy from my toy box! My beautiful canes broke and it’s possible I was being a mite over-enthusiastic at having such an experienced and well-beaten bottom – pun intended – at my disposal. It would appear he is no stranger to toys breaking rather than them breaking him!

And now was the time to see if I was woman enough to control a sex-slave – and it seemed I could. Wicked Willie was very much in evidence and appreciative of the odd touch and caress but appeared to be under my control like the rest of my wonderful, obedient lover. And I discovered the joy of a willing and skilled lover at my command… to be continued…