B&D Valentine’s weekend

I woke up Friday morning to find a lovely card and a small gift-wrapped box sitting next to the answering machine. James had to head out to work extra early on Friday so he decided to surprise me by not making me wait until Friday night for my Valentine’s Day gift. I opened the box and it was a lovely diamond pendant with the words “I love you” inscribed on the back. The card was handwritten on the inside with James sharing words of his devotion to me. It was very lovely.

I had gotten James a card and my plan was to have a B&D session with him as his Valentine’s gift. I say B&D because bondage and domination is a combination that James absolutely loves.  The problem with a quality B&D session is that it takes a lot of thought and work from the Domme. I usually don’t have the time or the energy to construct an elaborate B&D session. Why do you think professional Dommes charge $300 and up for a B&D session? The outfit, the equipment, the time and the skill.

So that was my plan but there was no way I was going to be able to pull this off Friday night. Like most the east coast, we got dumped on Thursday with over a foot of snow. The roads were so bad that James didn’t make it in to work. Therefore he had to go in early on Friday and stay late. Plus we were both tired from shoveling snow (yes, I helped). So James had to take a rain check (or snow check) as I decided to delay his “gift” until Saturday. Friday night we went to dinner (actually had a reservation this year) and returned home and watched a movie.

Yesterday I gave James his gift. After lunch, he was out clearing the walkways and driveway from the additional 3 inches of snow we got Friday night while I got things ready. I told James to shower and meet me in the room where we keep the massage table. I told him there was no need for him to get dressed. The only thing I wanted on his body was the CB6000 with the DL2000.

When James came into the room he saw me in my custom leather pants, knee high leather boots, leather bra, and leather opera gloves. He saw the massage table covered with a sheet and towels with his ankle and wrist cuffs attached with rope to the top of the table legs. Hanging from a hook in the ceiling above the table was the black pumpkin enema bag. On the desk next to the table was my flogger, my short handle riding crop, a rubber mouth gag, rubber tubing, a plastic funnel, a pitcher, the DL 2000 remote, an egg timer and a roll of saran wrap.

I ordered James to lick my boots to help set the proper mood and after 10 minutes or so I had him lay face up on the table. I had him roll on his side and I lubed the aluminum butt-plug shaped enema nozzle and slowly inserted it deep inside of him, then I had him roll back over so he was on his back. I fastened the leather cuffs to his wrists and ankles and locked them in place. I took the saran wrap and mummified him, running the wrap under the table and across his body for several layers. The only part of his body that wasn’t covered was his face, his balls and his chastity device. He was in complete bondage.

I took the rubber mouth gag and inserted it in his mouth and fastened the buckle around the back of his head. I told James that since he would be unable to say his safe word or use hand signals, that if he needed me to stop at any time, he was to give out three short grunts, kind of like Morse code. Once the gag was in place, I had him practice our signal just make sure he could do it and I could hear it clearly.

I cut a very short piece of the rubber tubing and pushed it through the hole in the gag and took the other end and attached it to the funnel. I was able to push the funnel down tightly into the hole of his gag so it stayed in place on its own. Next, I took the pitcher and went across the hall into the bathroom and filled the pitcher with lukewarm water. I returned and poured 90% of the water into the top of the enema bag. With James eyeing my every move (he was able to raise his head just enough to see) I undid the belt on my pants and slid them down. I squatted and deposited a golden shower into the pitcher, which was now 10% water, 90% me. I sat the pitcher on the desk and pulled up my pants and buckled the belt.

I took my gloved hands and ran them over James’s wrapped body, flicking his swollen balls with my fingers as if I were flicking a fly off the wall. James cringed in pain. I moved my hand to the clasp on the enema tubing and moved it to the first position, releasing the warm water and slowly filling my bound hubby. I took the pitcher and poured a small amount into the funnel which ran through the gag and filled his mouth.

“Wait until I give you permission.”

I took the DL2000 remote and sent an intense love pulse to his caged cock. I took the riding crop and began to smack his balls.

“Swallow it, James!”

He gulped down what was in his mouth. I took the pitcher and poured him another mouthful. I moved the clasp on the enema bag to the second position, filling him faster.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sweetheart!”

I gave him another love pulse with the DL200 remote. I smacked his balls some more.

“Swallow it, James!”

Another love pulse, a few more smacks to his balls. Then I grabbed my flogger and began to whip his chest and thighs. It made an incredible sound slapping against the saran wrap. I whipped his caged cock and balls, he whimpered, then I moved back to whipping his chest and thighs some more.

“Is everything okay? Nod your head if you want me to continue?”

He nodded his head.

I poured a little more from the pitcher into the mouth gag and I opened the clasp on the enema bag all the way. I squeezed the bag, forcing the rest of the water inside my bound hubby.

I smacked his caged cock and his balls with the flogger.

“Swallow it, James!”

I grabbed the remote and gave him another intense love pulse. I was getting very excited by now. I would have loved to have sat on his face and had him lick me while I continued to torment his genitals but I didn’t trust the table to hold that much weight.

I pulled the desk chair up to the table and sat down, placing my boots up on his stomach.

“Does hubby feel bloated?”

I pressed on his stomach with my boots.

“Let’s set this timer to 5 minutes. When it goes off, I’ll set you free.”

As the timer ticked, I took the riding crop and slapped his body, my boots still resting on his stomach as I sat in the chair. I smacked his wrapped nipples, his chest, his thighs, the bottoms of his feet and of course his balls. By now his balls were purple with a little bruising. I took the remote and gave him a few more love pulses, going from moderate to severe back to moderate. James jerked a little each time but the saran wrap made it difficult to move.

“Are you in discomfort from the enema?”

James shook his head, “Yes”.

“Just another 90 seconds. Suffer for your Goddess.”

I gave him another severe love pulse.

Finally, the timer went off. I took scissors and cut the saran wrap from the table and un-wrapped his body. I took the gag out of his mouth and unlocked the restraints. I helped James up as he held a towel against himself so he wouldn’t leak. I handed him the empty enema bag and he made his wall across the hall to the bathroom.

I commanded him to dispel the enema, shower off, rinse out his mouth and brush his teeth, drink two full glasses of water (so he wouldn’t be dehydrated) and meet me in my bedroom.

I took off my leather clothes and waited in bed, reading a book until James arrived. I had him orally pleasure me until I was satisfied. I thought about unlocking him and giving him a Valentine’s Day orgasm but I decided against it. I want him to wait until March.

And so went our B&D Valentine’s Day session. I know it doesn't sound like a long session but trust me, it was over an hour, about 85 minutes from the time he worshipped my boots to when the timer went off and I cut him free. I know he appreciates me and all I went through to put that “scene” together, and he’d better. Anyone can buy a gift and a card. My gift took lots of thought, energy and love.

A night of Boot worship and Trampling

Things have been rather mundane since Halloween. Other than locking hubby in the confinement room several times, I haven’t been “playing” with him. Just haven’t been in the mood. But last night I finally made time for a session.

This was triggered on Friday night when we went out to dinner and I caught hubby glancing downward at all the boots women were wearing. It’s that time of year around here, late fall and winter, you see a plethora of boots. I’ll wear them out in public myself from time to time, but it does seem that boots are in style big time with younger women and a man who has a boot fetish, like my dear James, is like a kid in a candy store.

I don’t mind that he looks, as long as he doesn’t gawk, because I know what it represents to him. He is not lusting after the women. He is lusting after their boots. But it’s even more complicated than that. Boots without a female wearing them does next to nothing for him. It took me a long time to understand this. James gets nothing out of my boots unless I am wearing them. The fetish is not really boots but it is women in boots. That is a more correct labeling of his fetish. He doesn’t have a boot fetish. He has a woman wearing boots fetish. He wants to lick the boots but only if they adorn the feet and legs of a woman. Don’t get me wrong. James can lose himself in the taste and smell of the leather (his favorite) but I think he likes the feeling of being brought low, to be on his knees at the boots of a woman as she towers over him in a superior position.

He also likes spiked heels. That is getting harder to see as more and more boots seem to have a flat or chunky heel for comfort. But we saw a few women with spiked heels on their boots and those are the ones that always get a longer stare from my hubby. And it was such a pair of boots that he saw that made me tease James that perhaps he was in need of a boot worship session and since he likes spiked heels, perhaps a trampling session was in order. So last night I put on my thigh-high leather boots, along with my leather thong, a leather bra and elbow length leather gloves.

 

I ordered my naked hubby (he was of course still in chastity) to kneel before me as I sat on the edge of my bed. I commanded him to worship my boots, to make love to them with his mouth and tongue. I took in the show and I became aroused watching my husband humbling himself at my boots. I allowed him to lose himself in his fetish as he sucked the spiked heels of the boots, the pointed toe of each boot and he licked them all the way up to my thighs. I especially enjoy the feel of his tongue against my calves and the back of my knees, the leather is a barrier but on these particular boots it is a soft leather, so I can still feel his tongue. It is like a gentle caress.

I do believe he could have stayed there all night but I had other plans. I had him lie on his back on the floor, up close to the wall next to my closet. I towered over him and I probed his body with my right heel. I placed it on his ball sac which is accessible even when he is in chastity, I used the heel to separate his testicles, and I pressed down on his ball sac until James began to wince in pain.

“You wanted to be trampled by spiked heels, didn’t you?”

I took the heel and moved it to his nipples. I grinded it against him, first on his left nipple, then his right one. I put just enough weight on him until he winced (I kept my other foot firmly on the ground). I moved the heel to his mouth and had him deep throat it, sliding it in and out, ordering him to suck it as if it were a dildo.

“You want to be trampled by boots? This isn’t trampling. Roll over.”

James rolled over on his stomach. I placed my hand on the inside of the opened closet door to balance myself and I placed my right boot on his left ass cheek. I then lifted my other foot off the ground and placed it on his right cheek. I was standing on his ass, full weight, my spiked heels digging into his meaty flesh. James let out a loud grunt.

I am not an expert on trampling but way back in 2000, James and I attended the BR 2000 BDSM event in DC and one of the classes was by a Mistress who demonstrated how to trample a man. She showed where you could and couldn’t apply your full weight based on the male’s skeleton structure. I wish I could remember but that was 13 years ago and the only place I knew for sure was a man’s ass. The woman who did the demo actually walked across her slave’s body, both his front side and backside, but I am not a small woman so I was not about to risk my hubby’s health, therefore I kept the full weight trampling to his ass. This is not easy, by the way. Hubby has a firm buttocks but it is still like standing on Jello. It was a good thing I had a firm grip on the closet doorway to balance myself.

“Do you like being my human carpet?”

I stepped down off of him with my left boot and I took the right one and pressed it into his upper back, moving my heel left to right, grinded the heel sharply into his back which made little indentation marks all over him. When I was done playing with him in this manner, I had him stand up and I examined his body. He had spiked heel marks all over his back and ass. His nipples also had marks and his ball sac had a deep purple bruise. I guess the restriction from the CB6000 ring made it a little too taunt for even mild trampling. But he survived and now he wears my mark.

It was now time for my pleasure. I had James remove my boots and put them away. I relaxed on the bed and had him perform body worship. I allowed him to lick my leather thong but it wasn’t long before I removed it and had him orally service me. James was very passionate and I basked in the pleasure. I climaxed multiple times before I allowed him to stop. James was of course denied.

Halloween 2013: College boy with leather fetish makes for stimulating night

Thursday night was definitely one for the books. Halloween afforded me the opportunity to wear my custom-fit leather outfit out in public.

 

As promised, hubby stayed home while my single female friend Amanda and I went out bar hopping. Amanda doesn’t drink so there was no need to bring hubby along as our designated driver. He spent the night locked up in the confinement room in chastity, with a butt plug inserted, and wearing a pair of my panties.

Amanda couldn’t believe my outfit and wondered where on earth I got such an ensemble. I told her Vegas. When she asked what I was supposed to be, I told her “a Dominatrix”. Amanda is a little on the naïve side being a small town girl. She didn’t know what a Dominatrix was (or she played dumb). I just told her to google it sometime and left it at that.

Amanda dressed as Red Riding Hood with a red hooded robe that she made herself. But something was sorely lacking. What she was wearing under the robe just didn’t work. So I got on-line and looked up red riding hood costumes and saw the following picture.
 

 

Amanda is short and kind of built like the woman in this picture so that gave me an idea. I knew I had enough accessories to spice up her outfit. I made sure to close the bedroom door so she couldn’t see what I was doing but I went into my toy chest and I got my leather corset, pvc glovelettes, and my pair of old two lips knee high leather boots. 

 

Again, Amanda wondered where I got all this stuff but she didn’t seem to mind as I altered her costume. The boots were a little too big for her feet but I stuffed some insoles in there and pulled a pair of thick socks on her feet and she was able to make it work. Her walking would be difficult all night but she was pretty psyched with how sexy I made her costume. The boots really hugged her lower legs as she has nice calf muscles.

I checked in on James one final time before we headed out. I didn’t want to go too local so we drove 20 miles to a college town that has a lot of nice bars. The first couple we hit were dead. In fact, I was disappointed in the lack of people out and about this Halloween. I guess everyone was waiting for the weekend. But at least the college kids were out having a good time.

A young girl sitting next to us at the bar overheard me commenting on how dead things were and she told us about a Halloween party taking place in this bar which is located in the basement of the local Democrat club. She said the place is always crowded every Thursday night because it is pitcher night. She also said there was a good mix of young and old (not sure what she meant by that) at this place.

Amanda and I headed over there and sure enough, there was a line to get in. Luckily we didn’t have to wait long. The place was packed with about half the people dressed in costumes, the other half dressed as if it were any other Thursday night. And I have no idea what the girl at the other bar meant by a nice mix of young and old but all I saw were young twenty-somethings. Amanda is ten years younger than I am and she said she felt old. You can imagine how I felt.

There was no place to sit as all the tables were taken. After we stood around for about 30 minutes, two nice young men gave up their seat at the bar for us. It’s a good thing because our feet were killing us standing in our boots.

On any other night, nobody would have given us two seconds of attention as we were surrounded by lots of young, hot looking college chicks. But the magic of Halloween, leather and boots began to work in our favor. A number of guys, and gals, as they crowded the bar to order pitchers and drinks commented on my leather Sgt. Peppers leather jacket and skin-tight leather pants. A few, both guys and gals, actually asked permission to touch both my jacket and my pants. I eventually got hot in my jacket and had to take it off and put it over the back of the barstool. I covered it with Amanda’s coat so it wouldn’t get dirty. Underneath I was wearing a leather halter-top.

Amanda also got plenty of attention in her outfit and this one guy struck up a real long conversation with her. Amanda is currently seeking a boyfriend so this night was definitely good for her self-esteem. I could tell she really enjoyed the attention she was getting from several young men, this one in particular.

The highlight of the night was when this young, probably 21 or 22, man who kept staring at my pants and boots all night, finally crowded next to me at the bar. He was cute in a geekish/computer nerd kind of way, and I picked up on the vibe that was coming from him. He was submissive who probably fantasized about dominant women all the time, and now here was one in person, in all my leather glory.

I knew he wouldn't muster the courage to say anything to me so I decided to give him a thrill. I started to talk with him and after the ice was broken a bit, I allowed him to run his hands over my leather pants. I now had this kid in the palm of my hand. The question would be “what was I to do with him?”

I could have teased him all night, got his hopes up and then dumped him in a cruel, Dominatrix way. Or I could toy with him, string him along only to run out the clock and leave him spellbound and frustrated. Or I could give him the thrill of this young life.

I am a compassionate woman at heart and thanks to what I have learned from my hubby, I realize how hard it is for submissive men to have actual experiences with dominant women. I had zero desire to have sex with this young man as he wasn’t my type. But I found him to be cute and I was attracted to his bashfulness and submissive nature. I decided to allow him to worship me, if the opportunity and circumstances would permit.

The place was beyond loud so I didn’t really care who all could hear our conversation (probably no one) so after an hour of seducing my admirer, I asked him if he wanted to worship me in my leather. He didn’t hesitate, and he knew exactly what I meant, which told me he must have been a consumer of femdom porn. So I asked him if he lived alone. He didn’t. He shared a house with four other guys but said he had his own room.

No way was I going to go for that. So I asked him if he would be willing to get a hotel room, and only if it was decent like the Hampton’s Inn I saw on the edge of town. He said he didn’t have the money for that and his parents monitor his credit card activity. Just hearing the word “parents” made me reconsider. I felt like some kind of a Succubus.

But I was too excited to back out now. So I asked Amanda if I could borrow the keys to her SUV and promised to be back in about 30 minutes. Amanda was still enjoying the company of the guy she was flirting with so she gave me the keys without hesitation. She knew she could trust me.

I put on my leather jacket, took my young submissive by the hand and led him to Amanda’s SUV. I didn’t like where it was parked so I moved it to the back of the parking lot and backed it into a spot that was against a wall. We then moved to the backseat where I allowed him to touch my boots and my pants. He had a very noticeable erection which I purposely brushed up against with my hand. My instincts inside the bar were correct. His package was small and he was not lover material.

I leaned against the door and gave him permission to lick the leather on my boots and my pants. I eventually guided his head to my crotch and ordered him to lick the leather with long, passionate strokes of his tongue as if he were eating pussy. He was very nervous, his hands were shaking a little, and I wondered several time if he had ever been with a girl before. But I didn’t ask. I just allowed him to bask in the taste and aroma of the leather.

I was getting very excited and had he gotten the hotel room, I probably would have allowed him to eat my pussy. I’m sure he will look back on this night the rest of his life and kick himself for not springing for a $129 hotel room.

I allowed him to lick and touch my leather for a good 20 minutes or so before I had to push him away. As I sat up he got a little bold and started to kiss me. I allowed him to kiss my neck and the sides of my face but I denied his attempts to kiss my lips. He was one horny male so I figured I needed to add a little femdom to keep him in that mind space. I told him to give me his cell number and I wanted him to go home and wait on my call. I told him it would be a surprise. That got him to leave immediately and eagerly.

I went back inside the bar and got Amanda. She was ready and in a great mood as she had exchanged phone numbers with her own young admirer. I told her if she wanted, she could bring him along, but to her credit, Amanda does not put out on a first meeting or even a first date.

We started the drive home and on the edge of town, I had her stop at the Hampton Inn. I told her I needed to use the bathroom but I went inside the lobby and used a pay phone and called my young submissive (I didn’t want him to have my number). He was already in his room as I had commanded. It was very late and I had to talk softly but I ordered him to masturbate for me but to hold back until I gave him permission. I have experience with this from my days as a phone Mistress.

After toying with him for maybe five minutes, I gave him the order to “Do It”. I could hear him grunting and then relaxing. He got all quiet and I knew he had obeyed my command. I told him he had pleased his Mistress and with that I bid him a good night. Before I hung up he asked if he could see me again. I told him it was doubtful and that I lived in Washington DC (a white lie for his benefit) and rarely get to this neck of the woods. But I’ll keep his number just in case I ever need him to serve me in some capacity.

When I got home, I told James all about it. He said he would have given anything to have had an experience like that when he was in college. He then shared with me about a time he was in college and was at a bar with his friends. There was an older woman sitting at the bar in a black lace top, spandex pants and she had a pair of handcuffs hanging from her belt. He said he was too nervous to approach her and his buddies all made smart comments about her saying she was probably a Witch. James said he regrets not approaching her, wondering what might have happened if he had.

As he was telling me his story I could tell he was jealous of the young man I had dominated. For my part, I was still very much turned on from the experience. I allowed James to pick up where my young submissive left off. I allowed James to worship my pants, knowing another male had his lips all over them a few hours earlier.

 

I then slid them down and had James orally service me. It was now after 4:00am in the morning. Needless to say, I called off the next day. But I made James go into work.

 

Boot Domination

Not much to report lately as far as the lifestyle goes. However, last night a spare of the moment D&S session occurred between me and my hubby.

I had the day off so I went shopping with a girlfriend. It was chilly so I wore a sweater, jeans and my new boots. James bought me a new pair of brown leather pants for Christmas and last week we were out and I saw this pair of calf high brown leather boots that I just had to have. Yesterday was my first chance to wear them.

We were gone most the day. We ate at an Olive Garden so I called James and told him not to worry about dinner. I made it home around 7:30 and when James saw me wearing my boots, he immediately took a submissive posture. I could sense the energy coming from him. It had been two weeks since I had dominated him, other than the night I made him wear the Kali’s Teeth when he gave me a massage. It was obvious he was in the mood.

I sat down on the couch and I ordered James to undress and lie down on the floor next to the couch. He’s been dying to worship my new boots but I don’t want his saliva (or worse, his cum) to soil them. However, I decided to give him a little treat by doing some boot domination and trampling.

I placed the heels of my boots on his nipples, slightly grinding them into his flesh, as I allowed him a nice and close-up look at the lovely brown leather boots. I verbally teased him how he could “look but not touch”. This was driving him wild.

I then moved the heels down to his CB6000 and playfully rubbed them against the cage and his exposed and swollen balls. I dug the one heel into his thigh, causing him to gasp while I pressed the toe of the other boot firmly against his balls, firmly pressing down on them. The intensity caused James’s eyes to water. I moved my boots around, probing his body, being very careful to avoid the top of the cage where he was dripping a little pre-cum. Be that as it may, a small amount of pre-cum attached itself to the bottom of my left boot (thankfully none got on the leather), therefore I placed it against his face and ordered him to lick it clean. Keep in mind that I had been walking around malls and shopping centers all day so who knows what nasty tastes and smells were on the bottom on my boots?

James didn’t care. He licked the sole of my boot as if he were eating pussy. Kind of pathetic, don’t you think? Although it is also rather erotic. I’ve always enjoyed watching a man licking my boots, especially my hubby. I was tempted to grant him permission to lick the leather (which is what he wanted in the worst way) but I knew I would regret it if he soiled them. My better judgment prevailed and I pulled the heel of my boot away from his face. It was like taking a lollipop from a child.

I ordered James to fetch me a glass of ice water and on his return I ordered him to lie face down on the carpet. I began to dig the heels into the cheeks of his buttocks, than I had him get on all fours as I rested my boots on his backside while I drank my glass of water and watched a little television. 

I watched entire episodes of “The Office” and “Modern Family” which I had on the DVR while James was my human ottoman. I occasionally dug the heels into his flesh, just as a loving reminder that I was thinking about him.

I was now in the mood to get out of my jeans. I only kept them on because I didn’t want to take off my boots. I decided to treat James so keeping with the boot domination, I went into the bedroom and opened up my toy-chest, where I also keep my leather boots that I wear for D&S play. I called James into the room and asked him if he wanted calf high, knee high or thigh high? As if I even had to ask, he chose thigh high.

 

 

I had James carefully remove my new boots and put them away. He handled them as if they were made of gold. I slipped out of my jeans and sweater, now only wearing bra and panties. I ordered James to put the black leather thigh highs on me. He’s gotten rather good at this over the years, in fact I think he could work in a woman’s shoe store.

Once they were on, I allowed James to worship them. I sat on the edge of the bed and crossed my legs (he loves it when I do that) and my hubby made love to my boots with his mouth and tongue, licking and kissing the leather that hugged my legs, sucking on the spiked heels and pointed toes. He did this for a good 20 minutes or so.

Seeing these were old boots, I decided to give him a very, very special reward for being such a good husband. I gave him permission to remove his chastity device and I allowed him to hump the boots, with his hands behind his back. I told him to hold off climaxing until I gave him the order. Then on my command (Do it, James, DO IT NOW!), he soiled the boots. I pointed at the mess he had made and ordered him to lick them clean. He always recoils with a little disgust when I make him lick his own cum off my boots. As he was doing this, I reminded him what a pathetic display of male humiliation I was witnessing. That little comment caused his cock to grow hard again.

I was definitely aroused at the spectacle but I have a date with Thomas tonight so I didn’t want James to orally service me. I am saving myself for Tommy boy. Instead, once he had licked my boots clean of his mess, I had James remove the boots, clean them with the leather polish and put them back in my chest. Then he was told to put his CB6000 back on.

I dressed in my PJ’s and retired to the living room to watch a little more television. The perfect cap to a delightful day.

Valentine’s Day 2012

Being the spontaneous woman that I am, my plans changed for Valentine’s Day. We were going to do dinner and a movie. But James sent me a lovely boutique of two dozen roses and some chocolate to me at my place of employment. He’s sent me flowers many times in the past but for some reason I was blown away by his gift this year. Maybe it had to do with how gorgeous the flowers were or maybe my co-workers commenting on how lovely they were influenced me. Nevertheless, I decided that I needed to do something special for my hubby for Valentine’s Day and dinner and a movie with just a little Femdom thrown in there wasn’t going to cut it.

I left work a little early and decide to surprise my hubby by dressing up for him in a leather outfit that I knew would drive him crazy. I have this leather top, it has a zipper down the middle and zippers at the location of my nipples.

I call it my Avengers top because it looks like something a female spy would wear and the first time I wore it my hubby said the outfit reminded him of Diana Rigg from the “Avengers” television series from the 60’s.

I haven’t been able to fit into this top for some time but I’ve been working out and eating better since New Years and I was able to squeeze into it. I added a leather thong and knee length leather boots he once bought me from “Two Lips” and I must admit that I looked damned sexy and very, very dominant. I grabbed a flogger and met him at the door. He about fainted when he saw me and I could tell that his erection sprung right into action.

I ordered him to get naked and to meet me in the bedroom. Our session was a whirlwind of activity. I’m not sure I’ll remember it exactly but I had him grovel at my boots as I towered over him. I made him hang out at the spiked heels of my boots for longer than usual. Seeing him kissing and licking my boots brought me enormous pleasure.

I then ordered him to drape a towel across my bed and lay spread eagle while I whipped him with my flogger. I began with just the one but I added another and did a windmill action rotating both hands, striking his ass and his back with the floggers. I then whipped him with my tawse, which had him jumping from its bite. I graduated to my short handle riding crop and went to town as his buttocks turned nice and red for Valentine’s Day.

But I wasn’t finished. I ordered him across my lap and I dished out 21 hard smacks with my Spencer’s paddle in honor of this being our 21^st Valentine’s together counting our dating years. His ass was bright red when I finally stopped.

Next, we did some strap-on play and he performed more boot worship and some body worship as I pulled my nipples through the zipper openings of my leather top. I got so turned on that I forced him to the bed and I straddled his face. He licked the leather of my thong with long, lustful licks and the sensation got me in the mood for some oral adoration. I pulled the thong to the side and enjoyed the feeling of his tongue against my hot and very wet flesh. He licked and licked and sucked and kissed until I climaxed all over his face.

I then gave him the first of my two Valentine’s gifts. I removed my thong and straddled his erection and to his surprise, I slid him inside me. He knew he wasn’t allowed to climax and I rode him and really tested his will power. He abstained but I could tell it was getting tougher and tougher so just when he was at the point of no return, I pulled him out, which left him on the edge and very frustrated. But he thanked me for his special and rare treat.

I wanted more so I removed my boots and my top and I took his spot on the bed. I snapped my fingers and motioned him between my legs. He orally pleasured me until I had another orgasm.

Now it was time to give him his final Valentine’s gift. I rolled him over on the bed and I rubbed my breasts against his erection and told him he had two minutes to “do it”. He came in about 45 seconds.

We took a little mini nap and we went out to dinner. However, I had canceled our reservation earlier in the day because I knew we’d never make it with my little sexual escapade so where could we go at such a late hour on Valentine’s Day? Every place was packed so we ended up at Pizza Hut for pizza and beer. I must say, it was one of the most enjoyable dinners we’ve had in a long time. Our waiter was charming, the pizza was excellent, the beer was cold and we laughed and had a good time. Just goes to show that there’s something to be said for being spontaneous.

Yet another D/s session

I had another D/s session with James last night. Lately, I’ve really been in the mood to dominate him and play with him. My sex drive has been on high and it is finding its expression in dominating my husband. Maybe it’s because I haven’t been seeing much of Chase these days. I cooled a little on him and we took a break from seeing each other. However, he’s taking me out tomorrow night so we’ll see how it goes.

Last night I was in the mood to play with my husband. He had a long day at work and he was tired. In fact, after he made dinner and cleaned the dishes, I allowed him to veg on the couch while I showered. He fell asleep and it would have been easy for me to just blow off our session but I was really in the mood. I went through my toy chest and my closet and chose an outfit that consisted of a leather bra, my leather shorts and my leather thigh high boots. I had trouble getting my shorts zipped up in the back so I woke James and had him assist me. I told him to give me five minutes and then meet me in my bedroom.

We began the session as I had him strip naked and kneel in the middle of the room. I teased him a little by rubbing my flogger over his body. I then very gently stepped on the back of his calves with my boots which caused him to lunge forward from the pain of my sharp heels. I scolded him for not being as flexible as he used to be as his hamstrings were very tight. I told him he needed to work out more and do stretching exercises.

Next I ordered him to worship me by licking the leather on my shorts, front and back. His tongue made its way to the crack of my ass and he licked the leather up and down which was very pleasurable for me. I then sat on the edge of the bed and had him lick the front of my shorts. He paid particular attention to my crotch area, which I encouraged.

However, I was disappointed when I noticed that he wasn’t completely hard. He was semi-hard to soft and when I questioned him why licking my leather shorts was not turning him on, he begged forgiveness and promised me he was very excited but perhaps because he had just gotten up from a nap, and was still tired, it was preventing him from getting a full erection. I listened to his lame excuse and then I scolded him about how I’ve noticed as he gets older he seems to have more and more of these semi-hard to soft erections. I also reminded him that is why he is a cuckold and why I like to date younger and more sexually potent men.

James wanted to lick my boots, I could tell, but I decided to deny him this and instead I told him he could hump my boots, like a dog, to see if he could get hard for me. James snapped right to it and it worked. I played with his nipples while he humped his cock against my leather boot and he became fully erect. I humiliated him by telling him how pathetic it was that he could only “get it up” this way.

By this time I was getting aroused and I was in the mood to whip him. I ordered him to get some towels out of the linen closet and place them on the bed. When I told him I was in the mood to whip him, James asked me if I could first give him an over my lap spanking. This is where communication in a session is so important. I wanted to whip him but in his submissive nature, something was triggered, perhaps from his humiliation of having to hump my boots to get an erection, but regardless he wanted to feel the more maternal discipline of an over the lap spanking.

I wanted to further explore this avenue so I went and fetched a hairbrush and my Spencer paddle from my toy chest and ordered my hubby across my lap. I warmed his ass up with my bare hands, administering maybe two dozen slaps on his buttocks. I also groped him and felt him up real good. I have always found my husband’s ass to be cute and very inviting when it comes to spanking. I love to slap, squeeze and fondle his butt.

After I enjoyed myself groping and spanking his ass with my bare hands, it was time for some serious discipline. I started with the hairbrush. I administered probably two or three dozen smacks with the hairbrush against his buttocks. They were turning a pretty shade of red right before my eyes. His cock started out rock hard when I was spanking him with my hands but I could feel it getting soft when I began to smack him hard with the hairbrush.

I then picked up the Spencer and told him to brace himself because I was going to give him ten hard whacks with the paddle. He jumped and jerked his body with each blow from my paddle. He was barely able to stay on my lap and I had to keep a firm hold of him else he would have rolled off my lap and onto the floor. By the time I was finished, he didn’t have tears in his eyes but I could tell he was close.

James went to his knees and kissed my boots and he started to lick them. I stopped him and ordered him to lay across the bed because I was still in the mood to whip him. I took it easy on him by using my soft flogger. I didn’t want to hurt hum but I was in the mood to hit him hard. I wanted to reach back and put my weight into each blow. I wanted to relieve some of my pent up dominant aggression and I knew there was no way he would have been able to handle one of my more severe whips. Therefore I used a soft flogger.

James was sprawled out on my bed and I whipped his back and his ass with the flogger. I really got into it and I was getting very, very wet. The flogger might have been soft but it still carried enough of a punch that James flinched with almost every blow. That only added to my excitement. I bet I gave him over 50 slashes from the flogger.

The flogger made his skin red but it didn’t leave any marks. However, he wasn’t going to get off completely easy. I got my riding crop and gave him ten hard cracks against each butt cheek. He let out a nice scream at about number five and by the time I got to number ten, he was very contrite. Contrite about what, you ask? Anything and everything!

I was primed by now. I took off my shorts and my boots and I took his place on the bed and I commanded him to orally pleasure me with his tongue. Wow, it didn’t take me long. I like to hold back as long as possible but I couldn’t hold back. I climaxed in a matter of seconds. James kept licking me trying to bring me to another orgasm but for some reason after my first orgasm, I became very sensitive down there so I had to push him away.

I was going to allow James an orgasm so I asked him how he wanted it, did he want to masturbate or did he want me to rub my breasts on his cock. Usually when I offer my breasts, he jumps on the chance but this time he actually made the request if he could hump my boots again. “Why not?” I thought.  

I pulled my boots back on and I crossed my right leg over the left one and ordered my hubby to hump it. He started out by getting very hard again and he was really getting into it. He went at it for at least five minutes and then I gave him the command  “do it, James, do it NOW!” but he couldn’t. I even twisted his nipples and gave him the verbal command again. He tried, I could tell he really was, and he was ever so close, but he couldn’t do it. I finally counted to twenty, telling him if he didn’t do it by the time I reached twenty, he would not only be denied an orgasm tonight but he would be denied one for at least another two weeks.

My poor hubby failed. I have no idea why as that’s not like him. Oh well, his loss. We lay down together and cuddled on the bed. I was totally fulfilled on every level, sexually satisfied and fulfilled as a dominant woman. And I was happy to hear him say that although he couldn’t cum, he felt emotionally fulfilled. James told me he felt loved and that’s really all that matters.

Boot Lovers

Here is a secret that few know. One of the couples that were a part of my original ClubFEM group ran a website dedicated to women wearing boots. The husband did the photography and his wife was his number one model but he would also take pictures of other women wearing boots.

The first time I met this couple at a ClubFEM social he just gawked at my knee length leather boots all night. Later on he asked his wife to ask me if he could “worship” my boots. His wife was very beautiful and she was wearing a pair of black thigh high boots so I suggested that my husband could worship her boots while her husband worshipped my boots. She thought that was a wonderful suggestion.

We sat in these comfortable chairs as our hubbys groveled before us. I must say this man was an excellent boot licker. He kissed, licked and worshipped my boots for at least 30 minutes straight. He sucked the heels and covered every inch of my boots with kisses and long, loving licks of adoration. I could feel his tongue through the leather and it was like a gentle foot and leg massage.

James also demonstrated a passion for being a boot slave as he did his best to keep up by doing likewise to the other Mistress’s thigh high boots. She complimented him on his performance which carried some weight because she was married to a true boot fetishist.

The best thing about knowing this couple was seeing her boot collection. She invited me and some other of the ClubFem Mistresses over to her house this one day and she showed us all of her boots.

We all tried them on and her husband took some pictures for his website. My foot was a little bigger than hers but I was still able to fit into a couple of pairs. My favorite was this pair of blue leather boots with black laces. I looked damn sexy in them and I asked her if I could wear them at the next ClubFEM social. She agreed and I was a big hit that night.

But because they were was such a tight fit on my feet, I could only wear them for short spurts of time. I made sure that any man who worshipped my boots that night (and there were quite a few) also gave me a foot massage afterwards.

I began to accumulate my own boot collection. It’s nothing special and I rarely wear them out because I’m not big on walking in heels. But donning a pair of leather boots and having my husband worship them in the bedroom has always been a lovely experience.

I believe I'm in the mood for some boot worship and boot domination this weekend.

Live sessions

The first phone client who came to session with me in person was from Chicago. He was about my age, maybe a few years younger. He flew into Pittsburgh and drove to a resort about an hour from where I lived. I broke the news to my husband that I was going to be spending the entire day with this gentleman. All of my preparation and training were put to the test, and although I could tell he was hesitant, to his credit my husband submitted to my wishes.

I drove to the resort and met my client. We had exchanged photos and he was even better looking in person. He was very tall and handsome. I should also point out that he was single. We had lunch and established a comfort level. I had my husband call me every hour on my phone as an extra safety precaution. After lunch, my client and I went to his room where I changed into a leather outfit and he stripped naked.

My session with him mostly consisted of boot worship, ass worship/face sitting (with me being totally clothed), some c/b play and me spanking him. It lasted two hours, maybe a little longer. Afterwards, we hung out and went to dinner. I drove home that night and he flew home the next day. That one session cost him a pretty penny between airfare, renting a car, the hotel room, buying me lunch and dinner, and of course my financial tribute for the session.

But the best part of the session was this new power I had over my husband. I teased him for days, making him wonder whether or not I had sex with this guy (which I didn’t). When he asked, my answer was ‘what if I did, what business is it of yours?’ This was all part of getting my husband to become less jealous and to accept that I can do whatever I want, within limits naturally, and that he could trust me to always keep his best interests in mind while I was exploring my dominance. After a few days of teasing him I finally told my husband the truth.

The next client I met for an in-person session flew into Baltimore and got a hotel next to the airport. I had my husband drive me to this appointment and he had to wait in the car outside the hotel while I dommed this older gentleman. I don’t recall the exact details of that session but I remember that he was a little bit too frisky at first so I handcuffed his hands behind his back. But other than his initial enthusiasm when he first caught sight of me dressed in my fetish outfit, he was very sweet and we had a good session.

The next phone client that I agreed to meet in person was ten years younger and very good looking. He claimed he was well-endowed and had been used by a DC professional Mistress to cuckold her husband (while he watched). This client gave me the woman’s website address and I contacted her to verify if whether or not this was true. She told me it was.

Prior to meeting him, I got a lot of mileage out of this by teasing my husband during our personal FemDom sessions. I had my husband to the place where he was ready to accept being my cuckold, and I played it up for all it was worth, but the truth was I wasn’t ready yet. I loved playing the cuckolding mind games with my hubby and I loved how he was no longer jealous when I interacted with other men, be they submissive men over the phone, or be they live FemDom sessions, or be they men I met out at clubs when I went dancing with my sisters. I had even kissed a few men I had met at the clubs but I wasn’t yet comfortable doing anything beyond that. However, I knew agreeing to meet this particular phone client was going to be tempting.

This client wanted to be dominated and he wanted me to whip and punish his cock because, according to him, he had slept with too many women in his past. We talked about it during our phone calls and this is what he wanted. We met for dinner and there was instant and mutual attraction. Then he got a hotel room. I brought the outfit he wanted me to wear; my leather corset, a pair of tight leather shorts and my knee length leather boots. I also brought my light deerskin flogger.

I got dressed in my outfit and he stripped naked for me. I tied him face up on the bed and when he gained his full erection I saw that he was being truthful when he said he was well-endowed. I did some teasing and denial with him, getting him very excited, than I took my soft flogger and began to whip his cock. The session was so freaking hot. I whipped his cock with a rhythm that had him on the edge of orgasm. A few times I accidently got his balls squarely which hurt him enough that it broke the mood, but he bounced back immediately. He asked me to whip him faster and harder, which I did and he couldn’t hold back so he finally climaxed, shooting his ‘load’ way up in the air and it landed all over his chest. I was very, very aroused from this session.

I didn’t want to have sex with him but I needed sexual relief. I took off my leather shorts and I climbed on his face and had him orally pleasure me. He was very good at it and I came quickly.

The next time I dominated my husband, I was taking him with my strap-on when I broke the news to him that another man had eaten his wife’s pussy. He climaxed almost instantly. I knew then and there that I had my hubby trained to accept whatever I wanted to do with whomever I wanted to do it with, and deep down I knew he was enjoying this dynamic of our marriage.

So did I ever take a lover and make my hubby into a cuckold? I’ll let you know the answer to that question in a future post.

Back in the saddle again

Most of my play sessions with my husband have always involved some form of body worship. I love the idea of being put on a pedestal and worshipped by my man. I also enjoy hitting all of his trigger points which for my husband involves a lot of teasing and denial, some form of c/b play and face-sitting. Constantly reminding him of his place in our relationship and his place in general is also a big hit with him and drives him into subspace immediately.

Discipline sessions begin slowly and erotically. I usually start with my hand and then progress to a light flogger or two. After his bottom is warmed up and he is slowly going under my spell, I break out the heavy duty items such as my Spencer’s paddle, Tawse, Cat O’Nine and possibly a cane or two.

I have more of what you’d call an eclectic collection of pieces when it comes to my fetish wardrobe. I really like my leather corset which I enjoy wearing with a leather skirt or pair of leather shorts. And I have a pair of knee length boots that lace up the back which are my favorites.

My husband has a strong leather fetish and actually, all I have to do is put on a pair of leather pants and have him simulate oral servitude. The taste and smell of the leather takes him into subspace and once he is at that place, I will have him remove my pants and then real body worship will commence.

However, a few years back we hit some bumps and I went into my wilderness period where I didn’t feel like dominating him. Coming off of that has been difficult.

Recently, James and I had our first "real" D/s session in some time. It was awkward and frustrating. I thought “do I really want to start back into this?” My first problem was finding an outfit to wear. James is very visually oriented and he has a strong leather fetish. I got myself into the best shape of my life during our first go around with this lifestyle but I’ve gained a little weight and few of my old outfits were fitting me.

"Ugggh! Screw this!", I thought. My bedroom was a mess. I had thrown leather clothes all over the place looking for an outfit that fit comfortably. I finally settled on a leather bra, a leather thong, a pair of knee high leather boots and my favorite pair of elbow length leather gloves. I was exhausted from just getting dressed.

Do you guys have any idea how time-consuming it is for the woman to dress for sex? D/s is really the bizarro world (the opposite) from the vanilla world. In the vanilla world, people undress to have sex. I have to dress up to have sex. That can be a royal pain so keep that in mind the next time you want to be dominated by your Mistress. She goes through a lot of trouble preparing for a D/s session. You better appreciate her.

Once I was dressed, I called James into the room. He took off his clothes and he got an immediate erection. He worshipped my boots and I began to relax enough to enjoy it (a little). I allowed him to perform body worship. He must have really missed licking leather because he was more interested in licking my boots, my thong and my gloves than he was kissing my skin.

I had him lay across the bed and I administered my first hard discipline session to James in some time. I started with a flogger. He made the request that he wanted to be spanked over my lap. I agreed so I sat on the edge of the bed and James climbed across my lap. I spanked him with my gloved hand and a leather paddle. James squirmed almost immediately. It was obvious that he had not been spanked in a while. His buttocks were very sensitive so I took it easy on him.

After his spanking, I ordered him to resume with the body worship. I took off my bra and thong. To be honest, I wasn’t all that excited. My frustration from finding an outfit that fit me carried over into our D/s session. But as James began to worship my body, I gained enough arousal to enjoy it. It took him awhile but he was finally able to bring me to orgasm with his tongue.

Since it’s been awhile, I decided to be nice and give him some sexual relief. I asked him how he wanted his orgasm. He said against my breasts. He lied on the bed and I rubbed my breasts against his penis. When he told me he was ready, I gave him the order, “DO IT!” He climaxed on my command. I told him to savor it because his orgasms will remain rare.

Overall, it was just like old times. The session was not all that great and we’ve got a ways to go to recapture that old D/s magic, but at least I’m back in the saddle again.