The Spinster's Exploits

After my amazing experiences with a very successful time dominating my lover with chastisement and glorious sex – plus his choosing to take charge of me for pleasure and pain – it seemed like a good idea to reset the dial to neutral – with added lingerie and see where we’d end up…

I’ve got very excited by the rediscovered fun of lingerie – I love the ritual of getting ready and the joy of his reactions – he is so a man of his era – stockings and suspenders and the rest – bring it on!

As well as getting to air my lovely, cherished items I have been tempted to buy more. My latest was described as a ‘babydoll’ and was a lovely deep green froth of net and lace. It was very cheap in price although not from one of the Chinese sites, but was flimsier and cheaper looking than expected – definitely Chinese but through a third party!

Long story short – ruder and sluttier than it had looked – especially with 44-inch boobs! – but fun and sexy in a tartier way than planned – but no problem! I decided to find out what he thought of it teamed with a lovely red suspender belt, black fishnets and my fabulous red stilettos. I added silky red and black knickers, but decided to underpin with the absurd triangle of green net g-string/thong underneath – the scrap of nonsense arrived with the babydoll garment.

I greeted him at the front door (no neighbours in sight!) in this fabulous ensemble and he was entertained and interested. And being a good hostess – I am sometimes not so, when things heat up quickly – I offered a cuppa after a quick snog on my wobbly heels. I was very proud of finally having greeted him in my towering, sexy shoes. We sat down and joked about the tea as we were both very interested in each other by now, but I reiterated my willingness and he’d had a long journey….

And so I made him and me a cuppa! And although we were – in my head – in neutral in terms of powerplay and I was merely being a good hostess – I was making and serving him tea dressed in tarty underwear and fuck-me shoes… While I would have failed the Playboy bunny dip of serving drinks, I succeeded in making and delivering two cups of tea without damage to tea or either of us!

And we sipped our tea with some decorum as he stroked my fishnetted legs and I admired my discreetly crossed ankles in their lovely strappy heels at rest over his lap. So, I can’t say when we slipped out of neutral but he decided to take charge and he needed to rearrange my furniture –  And of course I let him.

It seems he’d been thinking about my bucket seat and it wasn’t in the best position! So he moved it to where he thought best and ordered me onto it, leaning over the back, as we’d both done the week before. And of course I complied. And the initial spanking and rearranging of clothes have disappeared into a sexy haze but I do remember his amusement at the discovery of the g-string and me becoming very aware of the thin ‘t’ of elastic dissecting my exposed bottom seeming even ruder than just my lowered knickers.

And I felt myself glide from spankee to sub when told to stay in position while he went upstairs and I took pleasure in my obedience as he got the instruments of his choice to use on my vulnerable bottom. And I slid further at his satisfied “good girl” on his return.

And once again I disappeared into a sexy kaleidoscope of sensation as I was spanked and beaten and stroked for his and my desire and pleasure but entirely at his whim. And my pleasure and joy deepened with my submissive journey as he presented his gorgeous cock for me to suck as I was bent over the chair with my bottom throbbing from the measured thrashing I received. And for the first time I took a man into my mouth with gratitude and as an honour from Him to me rather than as a sexy temptation, a gift from me to him and a desire to please.

My reverence was somewhat undercut when I began to suspect how hard it was for him to control himself – never mind me! He chose not to come in my mouth as he wanted to fuck me. And he did – and I loved being fucked where I’d been beaten and holding that position over the back of the chair in my absurd finery, with my knickers down and the gstring pulled aside so he could enter me. 

And finally a well-deserved siesta where we continued to pleasure each other and rearrange my fabulous Chinese tat and carefully chosen lingerie.