The Spinster's Exploits

…So much for not taking advantage!

And when I say naked – not quite – as he was wearing my lovely polka dot red pinny, which looked unbelievably naughty with a bare bottom…

So – to begin at the beginning. After my musings on taking advantage of sub men, I had of course exploited my lovely regular polyamorous, sub-identifying f-w-b-etc with foot massage, full body massage and other attentions as stated and to our mutual satisfaction.

Meanwhile my Subby Spiritual Elf was rather keen to play again after receiving a spanking from the headmistress. We’ve seen each other a couple of time since, but just ate and chilled. So I was keen to find out what floated his boat. He’d expressed an interest in “serving” and “Woman-clothed/man-naked” stuff, so I asked for more.

I was remembering that when I first unleashed my nascent Domestic Domme on my fabulous RPS-IFwBetc I concocted a scenario of neglected wife and surprised him with my “grievances” – having to play second fiddle to the rugby and having to put up with a non-functioning doorbell and lightbulb. He had watched the rugby – and I was fine about it. But I’d never asked him to fix my lightbulb or doorbell. Although I do remember he did do both afterwards. I realise that as I like to be a good hostess, I tend not to ask him to do stuff, but in fairness he is always willing when I do so – Hmmm – something to think about…

Anyway! – I digress – So I asked the lovely SSE about his ideas and fantasies, and serving was definitely on the list! And I had somewhat neglected my washing up for a while – and yes – he was up for household chores- including washing up. And he’d happened to bring me a pair of black stockings I’d tried on for fit.

So I ordered him out of his clothes to get us a cuppa and he complied. I decided he could sit on the floor and drink his, while I silently planned my next moves. I ordered him into the kitchen and told him to put the pinny on. He fumbled with the ties, so I told him off for incompetence and tied it in a very fetching bow. I gave him exact-ish instructions regarding my washing up and after some slaps with my trusty hairbrush and initial supervision left him to it.

I took off my dress and considered my options. I chose a black leather-look corset and a pvc black and purple skirt – which went well with the sheer black hold-ups.- and grabbed some implements. His washing up was going well, but more supervision was required and a good amount of attention from my lovely hitty toys. He was told that in the future he would be punished for wrong-doing and simply because I could do so at my whim. And he agreed.

I then undid his pinny and ordered him upstairs where I continued the work with my various toys to my pleasure and his manageability. I was aware he was not as battle-hardened as my regular partner-in-crime, but he took a fair amount and I used his phone so he had some photographic evidence of his striped and reddened bottom.

After all my hard work it was time for me to be rewarded, and I got a very nice massage and breast-worship and vibed myself to a very satisfactory orgasm. He seemed content and did not require any attention from either of us so we just chilled for a while before some TV watching with him in stockings, suspenders, see-thru black net polka-dotted knickers under a white blouse and very short, pleated skirt.

He soon lost the skirt as it was uncomfortable, and went off to make a cuppa. I can’t remember why I went into kitchen – possibly foraging for chocolate? – but I found him in the dark and attempting to mop up a flood around my water heater/kettle substitute – and like the misquoted Queen Vic – I was not amused! It seemed he was making tea in the dark in case my neighbours could see him! We mopped up the mess and I gave him several good slaps, on the grounds that attempting tea-making in the dark was foolish.

I guess some further boundary setting needed – I like idea of firm but fair, but perhaps a more capricious, less logical mistress may be more exciting? I know he likes aftercare. So much to learn…!