The Spinster's Exploits

So – as usual when planning on wearing lingerie – I turned into a cross-dressing hooker drag queen! Today’s choice was a rather lovely black and green brocade corset with a very handy zip as well as lacing. I actually have a corset I’ve had for ages but not yet worn because I haven’t worked out how to do it without a maidservant or other helper. I can successfully zip into this one, however, and it does work rather well with boobs of about 44 inches if one is not going for understatement or decorum! A black suspender belt and sheer black stockings with lacy black knickers worked well and for fun I added a short black layered net petticoat trimmed with red. And I recently discovered some rather nice pewter coloured strappy stilettoes that are quite high, but I can manage without the aid of a team of Sherpas!

He was very punctual and thoughtfully let me know he was enroute, so I decided to lounge around in my glad rags and allow him to let himself in. And as usual my inner hostess with the mostest kicked in and I asked if he needed a cuppa and he said yes. I was about to make it, when I metaphorically took myself in hand and ordered HIM to make the tea after losing his clothes. And I was terribly impressed that he remembered to take off the socks to spare me the offence of a trouser-less man in socks – good to have standards.

Well, Reader – it was not entirely successful. Once again, he forgot my sweeteners, and several hours later I discovered the milk on the counter rather than back in the fridge. Never-the-less – once sweetened it was an excellent cuppa and a civilised start to our time together. I enjoyed sitting around in my finery with him naked and decided it was time he got some attention.

I had an array of implements ready and rather liked the idea of having him across my lap – that just felt very right for a domestic discipline scenario and gave me ample opportunity to play with his cock, balls, bum and back. And it was lovely. I rearranged him, so his erect cock was between his body, and my net covered lap as I gently stroked his naked flesh, which he seemed to enjoy.

I was however keen to play with my paddles and brushes which would save me from sore palms! Once again, the leather paddle and trusty, thuddy bath brush soon had him a lovely shade of red. And I was concerned that the hairbrush might be a bit lightweight. I know from personal experience that with a light touch it can be very erotic and wasn’t sure I could give it enough heft to bring pain as well as pleasure, so I went for it and hoped I wouldn’t break it.

It would seem that with a bit of effort the humble hairbrush can have an impact – especially when it follows a good beating with a bath brush and leather paddle! He was a lovely shade of red as I ordered him upstairs to continue the beating. I was able to successfully sashay up the stairs in my heels, following his lovely glowing bum and admired my handiwork.

Upstairs, I ordered him over the cushion and had my first go of executing some bondage-lite. We had some silky ties he’d used on me that I’d kept attached to the bedframe. I used them to tie him spread-eagled over the cushion. It was a surprisingly enjoyable sight seeing him arranged for my attention like this and I couldn’t resist trying out the various canes and the hand-gathered bamboo across his well-reddened arse. I decided to give it some welly as they say, after ensuring he’d tell me if it got too much. Despite my L-plates, I did seem to make an impression and loved the fact I got some non-verbal and verbal responses to my enthusiastic ministrations. It was extremely exciting beating him – so much so that I decided I was now in need of attention, so freed him to pander to me.

He was under strict instructions that it was to be all about me. And he followed the instructions beautifully. I wanted to stay in some of my regalia so decided to have him remove the petticoat and loosen the corset which he did. And at my command he gave my freshly loosened breasts the devotion and attention they craved while I basked in the pleasure.

And of course that wonderful tongue and those clever lips needed further testing as I ordered him to move aside my knickers and lick my fanny. And once again he proved his skills while – like Meatloaf – I was dying just to ask for a taste – so I did. There is something wildly hot and horny about tasting yourself on a man’s tongue, mouth and face…

And I then become an unreliable narrator as I dissolve into a kaleidoscope of experience, sensation and fractured memories…

At some point I demanded a very hard cold caning to stop at my say-so. I couldn’t take more than a few, but then was ready for a second brief set and my stinging bottom, and aroused breasts and fanny merged into an eroticised mess, so I demanded the loss of shoes and knickers. The zipless-fuck it was not! He managed the shoes beautifully, but I ended up with my suspender belt pulled down on one side with my knickers entangled, along with a partially unhitched stocking! Luckily he doesn’t aspire to be a Cissy Maid and I managed to regain the suspender belt and re-attach the stocking while he succeeded at removing my knickers amidst exasperated instructions and much laughter.

I am sure that his lovely cock, my trusty bullet vibe and a vibe I got him as a surprise present all contributed to the pleasure that followed, but it is all a bit of a blur. He managed to get me out of the corset with no further mishap – thank heavens for zips!

His present was a hit – he’d liked mine, so only fair that he got his own.  A bullet vibe proved to be great fun for teasing his cock, balls and bum – except with a multi-speed its easy to accidentally push the button and like Christmas lights, you have to rotate through all ten settings to get back to where you were! I decided he could take it home and I’d buy a single-speed for my future use on him.

I am definitely enjoying playing with our switchy selves, and – as said – amazed at how much I am enjoying my lovely new Domestic Domme and subby aspects alongside the return of my well-established spankee and sensualist self!