So that happened!

Engagement

I was really excited last night because Mistress was taking me out for a fancy meal and then we were meeting my sister and friends for some drinks. I knew Mistress had got me a present but it turned out to be something I was definitely NOT expecting!

After we’d eaten the main course, me with my dress arranged so that my naked ass was on the seat as per Mistresses instructions, she stood up looking nervous. I was very confused and my heart started racing because I had no idea what was happening, then she came around the table and knelt in front of me and produced a ring.

I was crying immediately put my hands over my mouth as she said (I’m going to paraphrase a little here as I can’t remember the exact words:

“Lois, you’ve turned my life upside down and I love you for it. You are a beautiful and amazing person and I want to spend my life with you, will you marry me…please.”

I just blurted out “YES!” and wrapped my arms around her and we hugged for what felt like ages until I realised that EVERYONE was staring at us and then they all started to clap and I was so embarrassed and turned bright red. Tears were running down my cheeks as she slid the ring onto my finger and then handed me another identical ring and held out her own finger.

As we sat and waited for our dessert various people at the tables around us congratulated us and it felt like we were the subject of everyone’s conversations, Miss said “Maybe I should have waited until after desert!” and I laughed, probably too loudly!

We held hands basically the whole rest of the meal and I felt like my chest was going to explode with happiness! I know that sounds cheesy but that’s how I felt, and still feel now! Mistress told me that she’d chosen identical rings for us to show that we are completely equal in this……MARRIAGE(!) even if I belong to her.

We left the restaurant and headed to the bar to meet everyone and they all cheered when we walked in and my mum was there too!! Mistress had asked my mum if she could marry me, how adorable is that?! My mum, sister and Miss Hannah all knew she was going to propose to me, only Emma (Miss Hannah’s sub) was surprised at what the big event was.

So now we have to plan a wedding!! How crazy is that?

Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes Mistress arrives home and she is just plain horny. There are no complicated rules or protocols to it, it is just raw animistic lust. It’s rough, its sexy and I love it.

The other day I was vacuuming the living room and I didn’t hear her come into the house, the first (quite shocking) thing I knew of it was her grabbing a handful of my hair and yanking my head back with one hand and roughly squeezing one of my tits with the other.

She bit into my neck, and I don’t mean she kissed it roughly or sucked on it, she bit me quite hard and tightened her grip on my hair and breast. I dropped the vacuum cleaner. She used my hair to push me down to the floor and then pulled her jeans and underwear down before lying down on the floor.

It was a little awkward as she pulled me by the hair, I didn’t know where she wanted me but eventually she got me in position, on all fours over her in a 69 position. She pushed my head down and I buried it in her pussy and began licking and sucking her very wet pussy.

She pulled my skimpy knickers to the side and actually ripped the thin lace in the process and pushed two fingers roughly into my pussy, which was also wet. They immediately came out though and she forced them into my ass and replaced them with her thumb in my pussy.

She fucked my pussy and ass with that hand and rubbed my clit with another whilst I licked and sucked her pussy and she had me on the edge very quickly and I had to stop licking to beg for my orgasm because I didn’t know if I could hold it but she just slapped my ass and moaned “don’t stop!” and I continued my attentions with my mouth assuming that was a no!

It’s hard to concentrate on what you’re doing when you’re that close to an orgasm but I all my willpower to focus on pleasing her and push my own teetering orgasm to the back of my mind until eventually she moan “cuummmmmm” and pinched my clit really hard. At the same time she clamped her thighs around my head and I let my orgasm go whilst still sucking her clit between my lips and trying to fight the urge to bite down.

As our orgasms died she pulled me and I basically fell down next to her and she wrapped her arms around me. We laid there not talking for a long while, half-dressed, glistening and panting until eventually she said “You stopped licking to ask to cum???”.

She dragged me up by my hair (she loves controlling me with my hair and I have to admit I love it too) and I stumbled up the stairs after her.

The cane bit hard on my ass and thighs, ten very hard strikes with no warmup other than the amazing sex downstairs. My ass was really sore afterwards and for days afterwards, I won’t be making that mistake again….probably.

So yeah, this sort of thing isn’t a rare occurrence, when Miss wants something from me she gets it immediately and without argument!

Good Morning Miss Lois

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This post refers to things that happened back in December 2016, I started to write this post but didn’t finish it however the events here are relevant to things that I will write about soon so I decided to finish this first.

My Mistresses friend wanted his straight sub to be trained to service girls and between them they had come up with the plan of having me show her the ropes.


I’m a terrible teacher, this is a long running joke amongst my friends and family, if I try to teach anyone anything I end up getting frustrated and annoyed and it usually ends badly. However, teaching another girl to give me sexual pleasure didn’t sound like the worst way to spend a Saturday so I was happy enough to take on the challenge.

After Miss Fiona left in the morning I took a shower and put on some make up, perfume and a little short summer dress. I didn’t bother with underwear, I’d turned the heating up to make sure it was nice and warm I didn’t expect to be wearing my clothes all that long anyway.

The other sub, Sophie, arrived exactly on time at 9am and it was a little awkward as I let her in and showed her into the living room. She was in her late twenties, blonde long hair in a braid, blue eyes and wearing jeans and a pink vest top over her black underwear.

I made us both a cup of tea and sat next to her while we drank and chatted a little about ourselves and our Dominants, she seemed quite embarrassed talking about it and admitted she was very nervous about this. She said she had never felt any attraction to other women at all and wasn’t sure how she felt about being made to do this. She kept tight hold of her cup with both hands long after she’d finished her tea as if it was a shield in front of her.

I reached over and took the cup from her and nudged myself closer as I placed it on the table, then I turned back and slid my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to me. I kissed her deeply, forcing my tongue into her reluctant mouth and exploring with it as my free hand ran down her back and squeezed her ass cheek.

Eventually I could feel the tension begin to drain from her body and I pulled her tighter against me, my breasts pushing against her bigger ones and her hands, which up until now had stayed flat on the sofa, wrapped around the small of my back and her tongue began it’s own tentative explorations.

The kiss lasted about five minutes and she kept her eyes closed the entire time, I’m not sure if she was imagining her Dom or some other attractive guy or whether she was just getting into it, I’d like to think the latter! I broke it off and whispered in her ear “go up to the bedroom, take your clothes off, put on the blindfold and lie on the bed”, she looked at me blushing and a little flustered and then nodded and left the room.

So far so good, my plan was working:

  1. Get her horny with a passionate kiss, because everyone likes kissing! – Check
  2. Activate her submissive side by ordering her about – Check

I gave her a few minutes to get herself ready and then I followed her upstairs, she was lying on my bed naked and wearing the blindfold as I’d instructed, her legs were tightly closed and her arms were by her sides with her palms up, she was breathing a little heavily.

As I stripped my dress off as I approached her and then I took her ankles in my hands, causing her to jump, and pushed them so she bent her knees and then spread them so that her legs were spread wide and I could see her pussy which was already a little puffy and wet, apparently it had been a good kiss. Time for number three on my checklist:

  1. Give her an orgasm…or two

I gently kissed her inner calf and kept going up, kissing all the way until my cheek brushed her pussy lips as I moved back down and started up the other leg. When I kissed her thighs I could smell and taste the perfume she had sprayed there and was reassured by the fact that she had gone to some effort for me, my final kiss was on her tidy little pussy.

I slid my arms under her legs and held her thighs as I slid my tongue from her ass hole right up deeply between her lips and when I went over her clit she let out quite a loud moan. It is my firm belief that no man can go down on a girl as well as another girl can and I thoroughly introduced Sophie to that concept as I pleasured every part of her pussy with my mouth, fucking her with my tongue and sucking her little clit into my mouth before giving it a gentle bite. She was writhing around on my bed and her flat palms had turned into balled fists grasping handfuls of the duvet as she came with her clit between my lips.

I crawled up her body kissing it as I went, taking a moment to run my tongue around each of her nipples before deeply kissing her again, letting her taste her pussy on my lips and in my mouth. She had her eyes open this time and her cheeks were crimson, I’m not sure if it was from pleasure or embarrassment but she was eagerly kissing me back as I slipped my hand between her legs.

I was careful not to touch her clit directly, it would be too sensitive for now, instead I circled it with my thumb whilst I slowly pushed two fingers in and out of her hole, straight girls are so easy to please!

When I’d got her good and close I rolled over pulling her on top of me and then pushed her head down, She resisted at first until I told her to suck on my nipples and then almost immediately she went to work:

  1. Initiate first contact with another girls body

She was good at it, her tongue circled my nipple teasingly and then she sucked it into her lips and bit gently in the same way I’d done to her. Her mouth was hot and her tongue flicked over my nipple in just the right way, I was very wet.

I let her spend five minutes pleasuring each of my nipples because I knew she was reluctant to take the next step and, well, it felt good! But she was here to learn and I was there to teach so without speaking I placed my hand in her hair and pushed her head down.

  1. Make her take the plunge!

She ran her tongue up my slit barely touching me like she was scared of the taste, the tip of her tongue running just between my lips. The second lick though was stronger, a tiny bit more confident as gently pulled my lips apart with her fingers. I left her to it, she didn’t need instructions yet, she knew what feels good and she went with that, circling my clit with her tongue and then sucking it in replicating her actions with my nipples, it felt good and I let her continue for a while whilst I moaned.

Eventually I pushed gently on her head and said “push your tongue into me, fuck me with it”. To her credit she didn’t hesitate, I don’t know if she was getting into it or if she had just decided to go for it but her tongue pushed into me and I moaned louder. She had me close but I need clit stimulation to cum so I told her to suck my clit, then to bite it and I came and closed my legs round her head and she continued to lick until the tension left my body again.

She crawled back up me, her face was covered in my juices and this time I could tell her red cheeks were from embarrassment, I said “thank you” and kissed her before moving her to my side. I took her hand and pushed it between my open legs placing my hand on top of hers so I could guide her fingers to where I wanted them.

As I did with her I controlled her fingers to circle and rub and then when I was close again I moved my hand between her legs so that we fingered each other. I controlled my orgasm as best I could until I saw she was ready and then we came together, both clamping our legs together on other others hand.

We lay in each others arms for a while after that, I didn’t look at her because I knew she was embarrassed to be in this situation with another girl. I know the first time I was with a woman I was very confused about how good it felt even though at the time I firmly believed myself to be 100% straight.

She spoke first saying “you’re so good at this, it felt so good, I don’t think I’ve come like that before”. I didn’t really know what to say but before I could speak she said “but I’m straight, I fancy men, it’s just….I don’t know, I liked it”. I told her that it didn’t matter, it didn’t have to mean anything, it’s just sex and fingers are fingers.

I felt like her at first until I let go of it, now I can enjoy sex with any gender because I can completely separate out sex from love and emotional connections. I accept that isn’t how everyone sees it and that it isn’t “right” for everyone but it works for me.

    1. Try some more advanced positions

As the picture at the top suggests I wanted to teach her three things; oral, fingering and the last one was “tribbing”. I left this until last because I think it is a lot more intimate than the other two, it is something that I’ve only every really done with someone I am with rather than with play partners and to be honest I was a little reluctant to do it with someone I just met.

It would get us both into trouble if I didn’t do it though so whilst we laid there I explained what we’d be doing next and then I began to kiss her again to get the mood back.

We positioned ourselves facing each other and put our right legs over the others left so that we could move forward until our pussies pushed against each other and then I started to grind. The obvious intimacy comes from rubbing your pussies together but emotionally your faces are very close together, it’s almost impossible not to look into each others eyes as you pleasure each other.

I didn’t want to kiss whilst we did this, it didn’t feel quite right so I made sure I kept my face a safe distance away. It took her a few minutes of only receiving before she got into it enough to start grinding back and then we were both into it full on.

We ground our increasingly wet pussies together for about fifteen minutes before we came and both collapsed back onto the bed.

I left her to take a shower whilst put my dress back on and went down stairs to make us another cup of tea. When she came down she’d gone all shy again, she didn’t seem to want to talk about what we’d happened and I settled for the fact that she said she thought she would be able to make a girl cum now and look like she knew what she was doing whilst achieving that. She thanked me and we hugged before she left.

About a week later Mistress and I attended a party where Sophie’s Dom had her pleasure one of the Dommes, she was highly successful and my Miss was very pleased with me.

Reminder

Recompense

Last week I wrote about an argument that I had with Mistress, the point being to highlight the difference between the fantasy D/s relationships you read about and the reality that while it is a different type of relationship it is still just two people living together and getting on with their lives.

The initiator for the argument, as I mentioned, was that Mistress got a drink of orange and left the bottle on the counter. It seemed like a little thing and it is, it normally wouldn’t have bothered me but I’d had a bad day and was already frustrated, I had literally just tidied up the house and was started to make dinner when it happened and I lost my temper.

In the midst of the argument (and I use that term loosely, it was more of a minor disagreement) I might have suggested that Miss was “like a man”! That is probably insulting to men in general (the ones who put things away after them anyway!) and all sorts of people but I knew as soon as I’d said it that it was a particular mistake to say it to Miss. To my surprise though it appeared I got away with it as she didn’t bring it up at all.

I should have known better. Mistress doesn’t really go on about things, she is more of a doer than a talker and at the weekend her method of rectifying my impression that she was “like a man” arrived in a large package. She let me open it and after breaking open the packaging I took out a huge “realistic” strap on dildo with harness!

StraponWhen I say this thing was huge I mean it is bigger than any other toy we own and bearing in mind that I’ve not really anything large in any hole for some time it was quite daunting!

I’ve put a picture of the thing on the left, it’s called the “King Kong” and it is nine inches long and two inches wide!

I spent most of Saturday afternoon thinking about what was going to happen that evening, as usual it had been a week of daily ruined orgasms so I was super horny by the time Saturday came round. Not least because I’d been sent to give an older guy a blow job in his car on Tuesday lunch time and had helped Mistress to orgasm three times during the week with no relief for myself.

It all happened fairly unexpectedly in the end, I was in the middle of making dinner when Mistress grabbed my hair and pulled me, struggling not to fall over, out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. I managed to turn around by ducking my head down which meant her grip on on my hair was tighter and it was being pulled but at least I could walk a little.

As I stumbled up the stairs I noticed she was wearing a top and jeans, the jeans were open at the front and the huge rubber cock was sticking out and bouncing around as she walked.

We got to our room and she pushed me onto the bed and then yanked my underwear down so hard that she ripped them and then all of a sudden she was between my legs and the tip of the cock was pushing between my lips. I have to admit I was already dripping and it was a good job because she wasn’t gentle, she pushed hard and when my little pussy struggled to take it’s girth she just started thrusting which caused the thing to penetrate me a little further each time.

As is my nature, body and mind, my pussy relented and before long she was fucking me with thing fast and hard and I was just starting to enjoy it when she pulled it out leaving my gaping pussy tensing around thin air.

Before I really had time to acknowledge my disappointment she was pulling my ass cheeks apart and pushing the head against my asshole. As we all know it’s not like my ass is new to being penetrated but it’s been fairly few and far between in recent times and this thing felt like it was tearing me in two!

The dildo is quite soft and Mistress had to wrap both of her hands around it whilst she pushed hard, my hands and mouth were full of duvet as she overpowered my ass and pushed the head inside.

She was possibly a little less forceful than she was with my pussy, which was still trying to come to terms with it’s emptiness by the way. Instead of thrusting she pushed down on my lower back and applied pressure on the dildo for a few seconds at a time, each time my ass swallowed a little more of the monster as I , literally, screamed into the duvet.

I didn’t know at the time but she waited until I’d taken all nine inches before she slowly pulled out and then did it again, and again, and again until my ass accepted it’s fate and she could thrust properly, at which point she started what must have been at least twenty minutes of unforgiving, ass destroying, deep fucking.

It’s hard to describe the pain, it’s like a burning sensation when your ass is stretched beyond what you can normally take but I do like being fucked anally so there was pleasure too as demonstrated by the mess I made on the bed!

After those twenty minutes Mistress pushed hard, burying the dildo in my ass and then released it from herself. She turned me over and pushed me further onto the bed before climbing over me until she straddled my face and my entire world was her wet pussy.

I lapped at her pussy, pushing my tongue into her and flicking it around before retracting it and running rings around her clit. After a little while of my focused attention she was cumming hard on my face which was covered in her juices.

Once she was done she moved over and laid against the headboard before pulling me by the hair until I was leaning on her with my back against her chest and sitting on the harness with the dildo still fully in my ass. Her lips found my neck and her magic fingers found my clit and it took me less than a minute before I was cumming so so hard, my ass clamping around it’s destroyer!

Mistress whispered in my ear as I came down from my orgasm “Now do you know the difference between me and a man?”.

It’s Monday today and my ass is still really sore from taking that monster dildo so deep, evening sitting is tender, an added reminder to be careful what I say!

 

Arguing with a Domme

Arguing2

Couples argue, it’s part of being in a relationship, I mean if you got along ALL of the time it would be boring. Those aren’t my words, they’re the words of a vanilla friend who’d fallen out with her boyfriend over something and nothing but I completely agree with her, arguments happen.

However I’m not in a vanilla relationship and if you were to go by some of the more misogynistic opinions on my Tumblr feed then my opinion, as a sub and even as a woman, doesn’t matter in the slightest. That’s fantasy though, I live in the real world.

In the real world I have a high stress job where I have to make decisions all day and my opinion is not only important but is sought by those beneath and above me in the company structure. All of which is sort of irrelevant because I’m not a submissive at work, I’m a submissive at home.

At home I’m subservient in nearly every way to my Mistress, she chooses what I wear, what I eat, what I buy and where I sleep. She chooses who I fuck! When you list it out like that it makes me sound like a mindless zombie just following orders and not thinking for myself but that’s also not true, I don’t just turn off my intelligence and opinions at the front door, it would drive me insane if my opinion was never considered when decisions are made that effect me.

One of the things I love about my Mistress is that she always listens to my opinion, I get to have an input on most things because she values my opinion and in fact she has told me on more than one occasion that my intelligence is one of the things that she finds most attractive about me. At the end of the day Mistress is the one who makes the decisions but the fact that I’ve had an input is important, I don’t think I could be with someone who wanted to run my life for me unilaterally despite how appealing it may sound as a fantasy.

I feel I got sidetracked! The point of the post is that despite our dynamic it’s not all me following orders and her telling me what to do and what to think. Tonight, we had both had a challenging day at work and were a bit…tetchy, a small thing set us off. I was making our evening meal when she came in and poured herself some orange juice and left the bottle on the side, I picked it up and put it back before somewhat vigorously closing the fridge door and things escalated a bit from there.

Was it an overreaction caused by being tired? Probably. Was it unreasonable for me to expect her to put the bottle away rather than making more work for me (the person who tidies the whole house)? No (Her words). Did we both react badly and say unnecessary things? Yes. Did I get caned afterwards? Yes, but not for arguing, that was mutual and Mistress would never punish me for raising an issue with her, the caning was for “slamming the fridge door like a petulant child” or in other words, for being disrespectful to my Mistress. Which is fair enough, my discomfort when sitting today will hopefully pop back into my mind when I feel the need to act that way again.

This is a meandering rant of a post so for that I apologise. I think the point I am trying to make is that whilst we have a slightly less common dynamic than is “normal” and the balance of authority is asymmetrical, we are still a normal couple with equal importance and meaning in the relationship, I think that is something that is often lost amongst all of the bluster and fantasy of D/s relationships.

 

Perfect surprise

Hands

As you know I am currently in New York for work and have been here for about two months at this point. At first it was exciting, I love cities and this city in particular (it’s not the first time I’ve stayed here for work) but after this long of being on your own it just becomes lonely.

I talk to Mistress daily, obviously, and we have had some fun with the vibrating egg and plug that she sent back with me last time I was home. Those of you who follow me on Tumblr will have seen the effect she can have on me even from across the Atlantic.

The story behind that picture is that she had been torturing me with both plugs set to full for an hour and I was dripping wet and desperate to cum, that’s when I sent that snap to her, two hours later when I still wasn’t allowed to cum I was a drippy shaking mess begging for some relief that she never gave me, not that day anyway!

Anyway, last Friday night I was sitting in my apartment reading, dutifully plugged and waiting for Mistress to contact me, she had told me she would be unavailable for a few hours, when there was a knock at the door. No one has ever knocked at the door so it was a little bit of a surprise but I got up and went to open it.

I’m sure you’ve guessed who it was! I involuntarily burst into tears and they my arms around Mistress forgetting any pretence self-control and she hugged me back just as tightly until finally she pulled my arms from around her and led me back into the apartment.

That night we ate take away food, drank a couple of bottles of wine and had some amazing, passionate but fairly vanilla (for us!) sex and it was the happiest I’d been in weeks!

I won’t go into loads of detail about what we spent the weekend doing, we did a few of the touristy things together and quite a significant amount of shopping. Mistress had fun making me try on outfit after outfit until she found things she liked me in, I of course had no say in what I ended up buying!

The whole time we were out I was wearing both my vibrating egg and plug and she would set them off at random. At least it was random to me, to Mistress I’m quite certain each one was meticulously planned. For instance when I was paying for some items and talking to the checkout person and all of a sudden both vibes went to full speed. Or when I went to the bathroom in a restaurant and was just about to pee when the egg turned on!

One thing I really loved was walking around Manhattan hand in hand with Mistress, kissing her and hugging and no one batting an eyelid. We do walk around holding hands and things at home and most people don’t make any indication they have noticed but there are always a few second glances or whispered “look, they’re lesbians” comments, no one even noticed here. Another thing I love about big cities like New York and London.

Whilst I’ve been here I’ve obviously not played and have certainly not had any pain inflicted on me and Mistress doesn’t want my pain to start going backwards again so on Sunday she used some rope that she had bought and we found somewhere in the apartment where I could have my arms tied above my head.

She’d brought some toys with her and I happily took the ball gag into my mouth as I stood there naked, arms bound, helpless for my Mistress. She started with a flogger, warming the backs of my thighs, my ass, my breasts and finally, after ordering me to spread my legs, my pussy.

Once everywhere was nice and pink she took out her cane. Mistress has a black wooden cane that is her favourite, I’m not sure what type of wood it is but it is a long, smooth black wooden cane with no handle or anything, just a simple cane. She started on my ass with some firm, painful but not severe strikes spaced about an inch apart and then continued down the back of my thighs.

Each swat left a stinging red line where it hit and she gave me just enough time in between for the pain to register before the next one landed. After my rear was nicely marked she pushed her hand between my legs and found it as you would expect, very wet. She smiled, I blushed, then she put her other hand between her own legs and showed me her equally wet fingers before wiping them over my lips.

I watched her smiling eyes as used the cane to stripe my chest, being careful to strike both of them equally with each swat and causing a particularly wide-eyed squeal from me when she hit directly on my nipples and, with my piercings preventing the cane hitting any more flesh, my nipples exploded in pain.

Round two started on my ass again, this time she definitely upped the severity of the impacts and I had to bite down on the gag as I took the pain of each hit. The one which struck at the crease between my ass cheeks and thighs was particularly painful and very uncomfortable for a good few days afterwards. By the time she got back to my breasts she was really in her stride and I watched my drool soaked breasts as she raised angry red welts across them.

The pain was intense and when tears were flowing when she let me down and I fell into her arms. She took me to the bed, sitting me on the end and then pushing me down onto it. She stood back up and said “spread”. Obviously I knew what was coming and it took quite a bit of willpower to open my legs and watch as she lined up the cane and brought it down in a swift flick striking my pussy lip hard. I couldn’t keep my legs from shooting together as I screamed into the gag but she just waited patiently while I recovered my composure and opened them again. When my legs went together again after she caned my other pussy lip I could already feel them beginning to swell up.

She let me lay on the bed for a little while and then she unbuckled and removed my ball gag, quickly replacing it with a dildo gag. This gag has a small cock shaped mouth piece that goes fairly deep into my mouth and then it has a three strap harness that goes around my head. Protruding from the front is a large, thick dildo.

With it in place Mistress straddled my head and I could see there was no lube needed as I felt pressure in my mouth and watched her beautiful pussy open around the dildo and slide down until her lips touched mine. She fucked my face for at least ten minutes, slapping my hands whenever they wondered up her thighs until eventually she pushed deep onto the dildo until she was smothering me whilst her pussy pulsed on my face as she came.

When she removed the gag she reversed it so I could lick it clean before discarding it, my face was covered in her juices, my hair was wet with it and my mouth and nose were full of her taste and scent, it was amazing. She manoeuvred my body until we could slide our pussies together and then she began to grind into me slowly. She slapped my ass whenever I tried to reciprocate, she wanted to be in control and she made it last until I was begging her to let me cum, when she did it was explosive!

On the Monday we didn’t do much, there was an attempted terrorist attack in the city and it put us off travelling to far. Eventually we travelled to the airport together and I said a quite tearful goodbye before travelling back to my apartment which seemed emptier than ever.

The good news is that I am going home tomorrow and it looks like I won’t need to come back so yay!!

Finally, to everyone who took part in the present for my lovely friend HitMeHarrder, thank you. And to everyone that I didn’t manage to invite, my apologies!

Merry Christmas everyone xx

Another point of view

CheekKiss

I met my sub under quite unusual circumstances, I’d been following her exploits for some time via this blog and also through a mutual acquaintance, Hannah. Lois and Hannah knew each other as subs a long time ago but drifted apart after Lois parted ways with her then partner. I met Hannah during that time when she was just starting to switch and have been friends with her through her transformation into a Domme.

My interest in Lois was always fairly detached, I enjoyed reading about her exploits but nothing really more than that and then she sort of dropped off my radar when she broke up with her previous Domme (Kayleigh) and stopped writing as much.

I think at some point during that time she reconnected with Hannah and played with her a bit which in turn brought her back to my attention through my conversations with Hannah.

My opinion of Lois at that time in her life is that she was, without wanting to be cruel, broken. She was running around looking for something to fill the void she was left with when she split with Kayleigh without ever dealing with the hurt she felt from it. She’d either play with anyone who offered her a distraction from her own thoughts, irrelevent of whether she got anything from it or she would bury herself in work to the point that it made her ill. I saw an amazing woman, an amazing masochist going completely to waste and in dire need of control and direction.

That might all seem harsh but if you ask her she will agree, she calls it “spiraling”. She sought crazier and more extreme play as a way to keep “happiness” in her life when she couldn’t find it where she really wanted to. People like Lois, submissive and masochistic people, put a huge amount of trust in another person when they submit to them, they literally give their body to them and usually their heart and soul as well. The break up with Kayleigh was devastating for Lois in a way that I don’t think most people can really understand.

I have spoken with Kayleigh since taking Lois and in her defence, she was young and naive, she didn’t know what she had, she was overwhelmed trying to give Lois what she wanted and to grow herself as a person and she basically ran away. She didn’t realise the profound effect it would have on Lois over the following years. I’m not defending her actions but her own struggles do deserve some consideration.

Anyway, I’ve got completely off track, I am not such an acomplished writer as my sub is.

Through talking to Hannah and following Lois’ blog I began to become more fascinated with Lois and ideas began to form in my head about how I would guide her and train her. How I could harness her masochism and submissiveness to my own will and I have to admit I had a fair few interesting dreams about her.

Eventually I spoke with Hannah about my interest in Lois, it had got to a point that I wanted to play with her. We hatched a plan.

I like to mess with a subs head, it’s not just about the physical for me, I like to ilicit the most extreme emotions in them when I play with them. Lois wrote about the time I made her think I was going to nail her hands to a board. I barely touched her through that whole scene but when I held her afterwards she was shaking uncontrollably, she was in floods of tears and clinging to me like a child. She confessed afterwards she’d experienced a tsunami of emotions at the moment that I’d pulled her into my arms. I loved creating that huge physical and mental reaction in her, and, she asks to borrow my shoes now!

The meeting was carefully orchastrated, I knew of Lois’ plans to have a self torture session in her shed just like everyone else as she had posted all about it on her blog. What Lois likes about self bondage, the way she does it, is the inescapability of it. She has invested a lot of thought in crafting scenarios that are inevitable and I think that is very brave, and possibly foolish! Anyway, I knew she would be locked in a place that I could get to, she would be horny, vunerable and her senses would be hightened.

I sat in my car and watched Lois arrive home from work, looking every bit the normal business woman. When she went inside I moved up to park across from her house where I could see down the side and, vaguely, see her shed. I was wearing all black tight fitting clothes, I’m sure I looked like a burgler or something, it’s fortunate she has no nosey neighbours! I watched as she went to the shed and then returned to the house, then took forever before returning to the shed in a dressing gown.

I left my car and slipped down the side of her house and, as quietly as possible, through the gate and waited in the shadows being careful to position myself so that I wouldn’t be seen if she came back out of the shed. In doing so I was conscious that I was visible from the road, sneaking around is harder work than it looks.

I needed to give her plenty of time get settled into her self bondage scene, it was important for my own plan that she was incapacitated and most importantly blindfolded, before I made my move so once I was sure she was definitely starting I returned to my car and left her to it.

I drove home and spent a couple of hours texting Hannah, I was nervous about how she would react but anxious to get on with it, Hannah suggested leaving it a few hours. Patience is a virtue I usually have in spades and I found it interesting that in this case I was so impatient to get this done.

I arrived back outside her house in the early hours of the morning and parked directly outside her house. There was every chance I’d get caught doing this and had my plan B all ready, basically come clean immediately. I repeated my steps down the side and then with my heart pumping fast and butterflies in my chest, I pulled open the door and stepped inside.

Lois was kneeling in front of me, completely naked and spread wide. Her head was pulled back by the bondage she had put herself in and she had drool dripping from around the gag in her mouth. There were weighted clamps hanging from her nipples and pussy lips and a large ring from her clit. It took me a few seconds to work out what she’d done but then I realised the rope that was holding her head back was also a weighted crotch rope. Her pussy looked red and swollen, and wet, she was quite the sight to behond and it took considerable self restraint not to get involved in this wonderful scene, she looked gorgeous.

She was trying to say something, presumably asking who was there but I couldn’t understand through her gag. I could see her breathing was getting faster, she was freaking out, I smiled. After admiring her handiwork and her body though I stuck to my plan, I bent down close to her holding my breath and then kissed her on the cheek just below her eye leaving a red lipstick mark there so that she’d know that I was female.

She jumped a mile when I kissed her and almost headbutted me, I watched her moaning into her gag, the jerky movement had yanked on her crotch rope and the bricks hanging from it were swinging back and forth, I took pity on her a little and steadied them, then I bent down and took out my lipstick.

I expected this to be difficult, that she wouldn’t stay still while I drew on her chest but after the initial touch of the lipstick she cooperated while I wrote my phone number there. I didn’t know if she was scared or just being submissive but I appreciated her making that easier for me.

When I was done she quite calmly said “who is it” and managed to make it understandable despite the gag, she sounded almost pleading when she said it and it made me smile. I blew her a kiss and left the shed.

I waited outside the shed for at least ten minues, standing silently, to make sure she didn’t freak out so much that she hurt herself trying to get out of her bondage, then I left. I was very excited to have initiated things with her, excited thinking about her still in that shed and in bondage, forced to stay there and think about what had just happened. I imagined her fantasing about who it could be, her pussy dripping with the excitement, the humiliation and the shame of it.

It was a terrible idea.

In hindsight, knowing Lois more intimately and knowing the state of her mind at the time this was a huge mistake and overstep. What I’d intended as a fun and exciting introduction brought back a lot of fears and insecurities she has that I was not aware of at the time.

As planned I didn’t answer her calls straight away, my intention was to keep her guessing for a little longer, maybe call her back when I knew she couldn’t answer and then go silent again when she called back. I wanted her to be desperate and excited to find out who it was.

You should never question Lois’ intelligence or resourcefulness, it only took her a couple of days before she had my name and was yelling at Hannah, and I mean yelling. This was not any meek submissive girl from what I’ve been told, she was furious with Hannah and I felt terrible for damaging their friendship, Hannah was really upset too. She called me and I immediately called Lois.

I won’t go into the detail of that conversation but it started off quite unpleasant but ended in a much more friendly fashion.

A week or so later we went for a meal, Hannah and her sub, myself and Lois. I admit I was quite nervous about meeting her properly, after what had gone on we were hardly on the Domme/sub sort of footing I was hoping we would be so I had no idea how it would go. I was still fairly certain I’d blown any chance with her before we’d even met.

She was dressed a lot more casually than I was, I’d gone for boots and a dress which I think makes me look good and had worn the deep red lipstick that I had drawn on her with, she was in jeans! I don’t have a thing like most male Doms do where subs always have to wear dresses and skirts but this just told me she wasn’t seeing me as potential for dating.

Hannah very craftily motioned Lois into the booth next to her sub and then got in herself so that I would be facing Lois. As soon as we sat down Hannah upped the sexual tension by giving some orders to her sub, basically making her sit and masturbate while the rest of us talked.

I smiled watching the girl squirm and noticed Lois squirming a little herself and it gave me an idea. We all chatted quite civilly for a while, nothing overtly sexual but I was getting a good vibe from Lois and was certainly relaxing so when the food came and Hannah let her sub stop masturbating I suggested that Lois clean her fingers for her.

It was a bit of a risky move, after the drama with our meeting I thought it could go either way but I didn’t see the point in messing around. If she stormed off at least I’d know where we stood and could move on. The girls fingers were coated in her cum and Lois made out like she was going to lick them clean but then wiped them with a napkin at the last moment, I couldn’t help it, a laugh burst out of me.

I’m not sure why I found it so funny, part of me was definitely offended by her lack of respect and her defiance but part of me couldn’t help but be amused. This is because although the act itself was defiant it was plainly obvious that she was trying to make a point and that this was absolutely not her natural instinct or behaviour. I didn’t appreciate Hannah’s sub smirking though and gave her a sterm look, Hannah caned her for it later while I watched.

Hannah gave us a little time on our own later and I was definitely feeling mutual attraction from Lois, she was very attentive when I was speaking and very engaged in the conversation. She has since confessed she was trying to be very “unsubmissive” but I have to say she failed miserably, even if I hadn’t known I would have identified her as a submissive easily.

The night was drawing to a close and I was certain I wanted to spend more time with Lois so I asked and happily she agreed. I felt it was important to understand what I was asking for though so I took her glass of wine and, while she watched, let some saliva run from my mouth into it. A little uncouth I admit but I was improvising with little to work with, as the other two returned I quite serious told her not to disobery me again.

Despite that she didn’t touch her wine and ten minutes later we were getting up to leave. I needed some confirmation that this was going to go the way I wanted so I told Lois to finish her wine, which still had my bubbly spit floating on its surface. This was it for me, if she didn’t drink it I would walk away but she drank it all and the little blushing smile she gave me spoke a thousand words.

Lois was picked up by her sister and the three of us went back to Hannah’s home. After she was caned the sub was sent to bed and Hannah and I spent half the night talking about various things but I kept bringing it back to Lois. I was very excited, more excited than I had been about the scene in a long time. I saw huge potential in her as a sub and knew it would work well with us, we could both give each other what we needed and beyond that I could tell she was an amazing, intelligent, funny person that I could see myself spending a lot of happy time with. I was very excited about our next date.

I’ve been thinking about doing this for a while, giving my side of those turbulent events at the start. I’m no writer, I don’t have Lois’ skills in that area but hopefully it will come across well enough for her fans to enjoy it at least a little. If you did, let me know in the comments and I will maybe try and write my side of some of her other activities at some point.

Fiona