Hello Chastikey et al,
Rekindling and re-establishing our roles…the finale😊
“Ah-hum, wake up sleepy head” I purred in my hubby’s ear. Possibly louder that I’d intended because he sat bolt upright, almost. Subby got to about 45 degrees and was then chocked by a collar and leash that I had slipped around his neck and buckled in his sleep. The leash was tied to the bed leg so vertical movement was greatly limited. The look of shock on his face was very empowering. Laying back onto the bed, he raised his hands to his throat to work out what had happened and was then distracted by his wrists making a rattling metallic sound. I had also bound his wrists with leather cuffs but left the hooks free; I wanted him to ponder why these were loose.
“Mistress, what…how…eh?” His half-asleep brain was struggling to comprehend what had happened to him.
“This morning you explained to me some of your thoughts as I dressed? That was very helpful of you my dear. I also pointed out that you have been undisciplined too regularly over the last couple of months and that there would have to be consequences for this. Well, I am ready to pay you the consequences!” The last sentence I said very deliberately and held his eyes with my gaze.
It was at this point that he noticed how I was dressed: high heeled black leather boots over stockings and the shear black panties framed my pert arse well and felt sexy. The corset restricted my movement a little but the message that it told my subby was that I meant business and this gave me tremendous control over him. Finally, my makeup was very visible as my dark hair was severely pulled back and tied with a ribbon. For once I also had gloved hands. As I fidgeted with the crop, the PVC creaked and had the desired affect of drawing his eyes to my tool of punishment. Seeing this, Subby was now very clearly fully awake.
“Your slut is at your disposal mistress.” He said is a resigned and subdued voice.
“Yes, you are! Now, I am going to untie you from the bed and you will stand by the bed.” Bending down to untie his leash was not easy in a corset, especially in high heels! I had to make very deliberate moves for fear of face planting, which would have certainly spoiled the mood😉 That said, the slowness of my movements and the closeness of my pert and deliberately dressed body had the desired affect on my Hubby. His eyes were darting around my body, he was starting to pant and the cage around his junk was clearly starting to strain.
“Look away slut, I haven’t given you permission to stare at me.” I hissed. With a look of shock, his head turned and his eyes dropped. Gosh, he was becoming so obedient, have I broken him? I want him to be my slave but not my sissy…have I gone past the point of no return? We will have to discuss this later, re-establish the rules and boundaries possibly.
Untying the leash, considering that I was wearing restrictive PVC gloves, was easier than I had expected. To be honest, I was liking the tightness of the gloves and the sheen was devine. They felt strange against my legs, but nice strange. I am very new to the bondage scene so expanding my wardrobe has been a task of research. I’m allergic to latex, leather is way too expensive and getting quality PVC items requires careful research. The gloves were definitely worth the effort. But I digress, back to Subby who was now standing by the bed with his head and eyes averted.
“Do you understand why I have leashed you?”
“Because I am your slave and I have been naughty?”
“Yes. In future, and there will be future times, if you are leashed I want you to remember this evening and what the leash means.”
“Now follow me slut.” I led him to the ensuite. As I previously mentioned, there is a very sturdy towel rail in there. Leading him in by his leash I turned and stopped him by pushing the crop against his bare chest. Firmly pulling the leash down and only having to slap him once with the crop, I tied it around the rail. He looked like he was bowing to me, quite befitting wouldn’t you say? I then buckled his wrists around the rail and now he was quite secure. I only hoped that the old dear’s back could take this position for an extended time, and it was going to be an extended time.
“Wait here”…he-he, not like he had a choice. “Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress for letting your done over the last couple of months.” He said with a slight waver in his voice. My god, he was actually starting to get scared! “Oh, stop grovelling, it is too late for apologies now slave!”
Should I stop? Was this going too far? “Sub, what colour are you?” Red is our safe word and amber is ‘I’m close’
“Amber Mistress. You are in charge and I am feeling vulnerable but I am fine with this.”
“Good. Let’s see how close we can get you to red!” At this point I swear he shivered.
I went back to our leather suitcase to retrieve a couple of devices inspired by 50 Shades. Returning to the bathroom I instructed Subby to spread his legs apart, using the crop to get the distance that I desired.
“I am going to use this spreader to keep you exposed, do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress.” Again, trying to buckle the straps on the spreader bar took concentration and focus. The slowness only built the tension and I could see that he was starting to dribble from his cage. “Oh, dear slut, you appear to be leaking.” Catching it on my gloved hand, another advantage of PVC, I wiped the pre-cum across his lips. This was new for him but I think he actually liked it. Strange, the thought of tasting cum has always been quite repellent to me but in his heightened state of tension, I think that doing this actually took him to the next level of being under my control.
“Now I am going to blindfold you. You won’t need your eyes for this.” Tying a blind fold over his eyes, I made a deliberate fuss about him being plunged into darkness.
“Can you see anything?”
“No Mistress.”
“Is it comfortable, not too tight?”
“It is comfortable Mistress.”
“Now, slave, I am going to discipline you. This is going to be slow and all through this I want you to remember that even though I am half your size I have enough power to make you beg for forgiveness.”
His leg actually started to twitch uncontrollably.
I have never fully disciplined my Subby and this was going to be a new experience for both of us. I had done my research and knew that the skill was all in the build up and getting him to the point where he didn’t think that he could take anymore.
Starting with some stroking, from my gloved hands and the crop, I showed my Subby that his whole body was exposed to me. It was particularly rewarding causing a gasp from him as my gloved hand wrapped around the base of his caged junk and gave it three firm tugs followed with a determined squeeze.
Standing back, I gave him three hard smacks across his toned arse. Seeing my hand prints left behind was actually quite sexy to look at, even if it did also make my own hand sting. Back to stroking him with the crop, I concentrated on the insides of his legs and his dangling junk. I could guess, after the 3 earlier tugs, that he was worried that I might start whipping his exposed caged self. Instead I started to whip his taught cheeks near his balls.
Starting light, the crack from the leather end of the crop worried me at first: what about the neighbours? But there were no neighbours! Now I could relax. I decided to work in sets of 5: easy to count and easy to keep the force consistent. Between each set I stroked and massaged his butt with my gloved hand. By the end of the 3rd set, portions of his cheeks were starting to go a deep crimson. Subby had only yelped twice, and one of those times were when I misplaced a swing and caught his balls by mistake, oh well, at least it reminded him that I was in control.
“What colour slut?”
“Amber Mistress but please, not my balls again, they ache but not in a good way.”
“Silence, I decide, not you. However, I will consider this if you can take the next two sets in silence.”
Now I had to really work. I’m not unfit but I had discovered a problem with the crop: its short length meant I was getting to the limit of how much pain I could inflict. I would have to review this for next time. The next 5 swings were just about as hard as I could do and the last 5 definitely were not the usual increase in level of pain. That said, his arse was going purple and the last two swings were rewarded with a whimper.
Massaging his bum again I whispered in his ear “Good boy, now to finish off.” I had the idea of flipping the crop. It was a little trickier to hold onto but the weighted end created a different sensation, a much deeper thwack. By the third swing Subby asked me to stop, but no ‘Red’ so I completed the last two swings instead. It was then that I realised that Subby’s hands were grasping the towel rail hard, causing his knuckles to go white, he was actually panting.
Removing the various restraints and leash, facing my Subby, I removed the blindfold. There were tears in his eyes but also something else: fulfilment and…lust! Without exchanging words, Hubby scooped me up and threw me onto the bed. “Where are the keys!” Pointing at the suitcase, I was getting quite excited. There was an energy coming off him that I had not felt for a long time. Removing his cage, I could see no sign of ED from him now! My god, the next 10 minutes, where his animal urges were put onto me, were incredible! Boy, were we exhausted though. Struggling to get my corset off, we both collapsed into a deep sleep and nearly missed breakfast the next day, prrrrrr.
Wow, just WOW!
Mistress Dominique xxx
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