Everyday dominance

So, it happened again. I went out to dinner last night with some work colleagues to a nice restaurant. Well, I'll call it "nice" as it became rather amusing a few of us to play critic with the service and believe me, there was a lot to criticise! But that's beside the point. It worked out that all my dinner companions were male as the other women decided not to come along. Throughout the entire evening the guys deferred to me for everything from choosing the wines to which bar we'd go to afterwards. We are the same ages and same level within our workplace. The waiting staff at the restaurant also kept turning to me for orders and instruction even though the gentleman who booked the table in his name had made himself known when we arrived. I kept trying to give him the host role back, but it simply didn't seem to stick. He at least was mildly amused and commented himself that I must be the better man! I was very honestly not trying to be in charge.

I wonder if this happens to many women who are dominant in their private relationships? Does it just sort of spill over into the everyday activity of life?

Dirty Weekend part 8

The hotel we were staying at had a fancy restaurant as one of its features. I had sent my boy down to make reservations the previous evening and whilst I got dressed I had him phone the maître d’to check that our table would be ready on time. I chose to wear a sleek black dress from Wolford that my boy had bought for me along with my Louis Vuitton scarf (leopard print of course!) and black court shoes. I have expensive tastes and my boy is well accustomed to satisfying them.

Over time I have come to expect service in restaurants to be a little lacking, and so before we arrived I had already decided to keep note of every time my boy let my wine glass go empty, if he ordered before me, if he started to eat before me... all things covered by basic dining etiquette which I know he is familiar with. Unfortunately, I was utterly thwarted, but in a lovely way. The service was impeccable. Quick, efficient, no chatty nonsense that seems to be the fashion, and a sommelier that never once let my glass go anywhere near empty (and his choice of wine was excellent too). The staff were so efficient that my boy didn't even get a chance to let anything slip! We were both very amused that all the staff automatically looked to me to make the orders and approve the wine which would traditionally be the role of the male partner. I must be giving off the right messages.

Leaving my boy to settle the bill I made my way back up to the suite. Whilst at dinner I had arranged a special surprise to be sent up to the room and it had arrived. When my boy returned (looking rather dashingly handsome in his suit I might add) I informed him I was in the mood for relaxing and he should run me a bath. I noted that he had taken care to pack my preferred bubble bath and the massive tub filled with hot steamy water. I told him to fetch some glasses and see about popping the cork on his birthday bottle of champagne which I had taken from the parcel room service had sent up. He does like bubbles! As it was his birthday I gave him the choice of whether he wanted to kneel beside the bath or get in it too.....

And sadly for you all that is something only he will get to know. Special birthday presents aren't for sharing. All I will let you know is that he was eventually, after much pleading, allowed to cum and that he says he very much enjoyed his birthday treats.

Dirty weekend part 7

Sorry for the long delay. Once again my every day life keeps trying to trip me up and get in the way of writing posts! Hello to the new followers too.

So, when I left the last post we'd had a lovely afternoon sitting in the sun. We walked back towards the hotel and I quietly talked with him on the way about his month of chastity that had led up to this weekend. We had struck a deal that I wouldn't let him cum again until it was his birthday and that also during that time he would follow my rules. Each night he poured my bath for me and as I was feeling mean I decided that every time it was too hot or too cold it meant a penalty point. Over the month he had accumulated 5 penalties for this, 2 for forgetting to bring me my morning coffee and 1 for forgetting how many days of chastity he'd had already. Added to the two he had picked up over the weekend that meant 10 penalty points. He knew as well as I did that the rate of conversion was one point to one stroke of the cane. He's not a pain lover and so this was a genuine punishment worth avoiding and I noticed he was slowing his pace the closer we got to the hotel!

Once we arrived I had him strip once again so that all he wore was his chastity cage. Leaning him over the edge of the bed I secured his hands with a pair of handcuffs I then chained across the bed to the bed board. Using a length of rope I ran it between the legs at the foot of the bed so that it passed behind his knees so that he couldn't back away. I preferred for him to be secure but not completely immobile; it's so much more fun when they can squirm!

I am told my cane is a dragon cane and it has a turned handle made of mexican cocobolo which is smooth to the touch and feels sleek in the hand. It is matched to my other toys; a horsehair flogger, twin suede floggers and a rubber bungee flogger which were all made together in a custom order (see www.jacksfloggers.com). Running the shaft of my cane over his exposed rump I told him to count the strokes and that every one was a lesson. Slowly he counted up, each time flinching and trying hard not to move. Small raised welts began to appear in stripes and I made sure he had a matching set on each side! He thanked me for them and I ran my hand over them and between his legs. Even with his cage on he still gets turned on by sensation in that place just behind the ball sack but not quite at the anus where it feels bulky. I massaged him for a while so his attempts to get hard would be met with the pressure of the metal cage which has the effect of being pleasurable and painful at the same time.

Noticing the time I released him and had him fetch my make-up case and jewellery. We had reservations for dinner and the rest of his birthday treats would just have to wait.

Dirty weekend part 6

Warning: contains extreme vanilla activity

We got up in the morning and packed away the evidence of the previous evening so as not to alarm the maid. I uncuffed my boy and put his chastity cage back on him, but not before we shared a long shower. The shower alone in the suite was about the size of my bathroom at home and was plenty big enough for two. It's so much nicer when someone else does all that lathering and scrubbing for you and I also like to make sure my boy is spotlessly clean. Seeing as we can't both squeeze into my shower at home we took some time to have a lot of kissing, caressing and giggling. I have decided that if we ever move house then I insist on a huuuuuuge shower.

Once we were clean, fresh and dressed we headed downstairs and to a local cafe for breakfast. Coffee. Cake. Contentment.

We took a stroll through the city and found ourselves at an art gallery and decided to take a look around. Whilst there I discovered that there was bondage art back in the Renaissance period. "Hope comforting Love in Bondage" by Meteyard was displayed and this small image does no justice at all to the full work.

We stopped for lunch, browsed some interesting shops and enjoyed the sunshine as we walked back towards the hotel. We stopped in a little canal-side bar for a birthday drink for my boy and watched the barges chug past.

Most of this time I was expecting a phone call which never materialised. On the list of activities for the weekend had been a surprise for my boy which had been weeks in the planning but had started to unravel the day before. Having confessed to fantasies about being Dommed by two women I had made enquiries into local pro-Dommes and had struck up conversation with one who was comfortable with the idea of a couple making a booking. We had planned out a rough idea of what to do and I had been planning to have him bound in the suite, waiting. With two days left to go I stopped receiving replies to mails. I phoned a few times. Left messages. Left text messages. With a few hours left to go I simply left a message saying there was no point in coming as I was far too irritated and it would be a waste of everyone's time.

Instead we had a lovely afternoon sitting in the sun with a cider in hand.

Dirty Weekend part 5

There's something about reclining in a luxurious bed with a nice wine and finely prepared cuisine that is quite a treat. I had threatened to make my boy answer the door in just his cuffs to receive our tray, but as fun as it would have been it probably would have raised all kinds of problems with the hotel. As it was a suite I simply had him kneel and wait in the bedroom and went to answer the door myself in my silk dressing gown. Oh my, did that young waiter blush! It perhaps was just a little too obvious that I didn't have anything on underneath. I don't think I've actually given a description as yet, but despite being just about to enter my thirties I have retained much the same build as I have had since high school. I am still a size 10 (that's a US 8 for my readers over the pond) and have been recently marvelling at my rapidly expanding bosom. When I was 21 I was a 30B - aka flat as a breadboard. I have had to completely replace all my lingerie in the last 6 months as I am now 34D and seemingly still growing. The ladies in my family started out flat and grew into the "gazungas" category, but I had always assumed that it was the effect of having children. I have none, but seem to be following the family trend. That poor waiter, probably in his late teens, was all clumsy and red faced as he sat down the tray, presumably noticing that my gown was only loosely tied.

Once the waiter was gone I called my boy to attend to the meal and pouring the wine. I can't remember exactly what film we watched as the selection was very poor. We spent most of it talking. What I like most about my boy is that he is intelligent and funny as well as wonderfully attentive. We made some plans for visiting some more of the city the next day and made idle chat.

After dinner I had him clear away the plates, tidy up and fetch my travel case. I took out the massage bar that he had bought as a present a few weeks earlier (for those who are interested see the Lush website) and told him I was feeling a little tense. I lay on my front and had him give me a massage, knowing full well how frustrating it would be. In order to give a good massage he needs to straddle my back which of course gives the illusion of pinning me down. The temptation would be there to take advantage of that fact, but what of the consequences? My boy is the strong and masculine type and could easily over-power me if the mood took him. That is why I appreciate his submission all the more and know he follows my commands because he desires to. It is also a small thrill to hear his little sighs of frustration from time to time as he does something insanely erotic to him, but without a way to release that energy. A few times I had to point out that there appeared to be something poking me in the back!

Once fully relaxed I felt almost ready to sleep. He was quite obviously more than alert and hoping for something more. When he entered his last stretch of chastity I told him his next opportunity to ask for relief would be on his birthday and he pointed out that it was just past midnight with a smile. I had to admire his keen but polite observation, but I decided that it wasn't his birthday until I woke up after a nice refreshing night's sleep. His disappointment was insufferably cute and so I told him he could choose his preferred way of trying to change my mind. Almost in an instant his eager mouth was between my legs once again trying to argue his case where words could not. I had no intention of letting him have a climax that night, but gently teased him that I could maybe be persuaded if he tried a little harder or licked a little deeper...

I'm not one of those lucky multi-orgasmic women. I have one or maybe two big ones during the one session. After the first it takes a much greater level of stimulation to induce the second. It was therefore quite some time before I even got close, but that didn't stop his mouth and hands all over my body trying desperately to convince me that I wanted to take him along with me. If I had been feeling crueller I would have ridden him slowly, but I doubted he could have resisted that level of stimulation for long. Instead I satisfied myself with smothering him, gently at first and then with more insistence. The control of breath-play has always been enticing to me and I know he finds it intensely stimulating also. Eventually I approached orgasm, informed him that I had absolutely no intention of letting him follow me, and then had a wonderfully satisfying climax.

Feeling quite warm and happy I had him cuddle into the back of me. We nest together quite nicely. I decided to leave him out of his chastity cage overnight to draw attention to the fact that he was in urgent need of release and had a completely naked female who he desired greatly resting against his body but had to resist for many hours yet. He drew the covers over us and arranged himself into a position where his cuffs wouldn't sit uncomfortably on me. He nuzzled into my neck and we fell asleep.

Dirty Weekend part 4

So there he was, standing there, going nowhere. I told him to kneel at the end of the bed, which he was quick to do, as I took up a position in front of him. Given the luxurious height of the bed his mouth was at just the right height to pull his head between my legs and have him pleasure me for a while. Knowing that he likes the feeling of being smothered I was careful to make sure I held him hard! (I'm sure sometimes he regrets letting little hints slip). He was eager to please, which he always is, and it wasn't long before I had my first orgasm of the day. I let him rest a short while with his head on my thigh whilst I thought of what to do to him next.

Using the chaise longue at the side of the room (which incidentally was an absolutely awful colour of grey!) I got him to lie over the bottom end so that he was supported under his belly. I removed his armbinder to give his shoulders a rest, but made sure that he was securely fastened to the feet of the chaise meantime. This left him on all fours with his bottom enticingly exposed.

I got the prostate massager that I had sent him to pay for earlier and made sure it was well lubricated. My boy is reasonably new to anal play and I have been rather enjoying training him up to be ready for my strap-on. The massager was slim and went in easily although I do have to say I didn't make too much of the position of the switch for the vibrator which was in an awkward to reach place and becomes very slippy in the presence of lube. I persevered however and I watched him do the shuffle of trying to get away from the probe but then retreating back onto it when I told him to stop wriggling. In all honesty, I like the wriggling, but it's so much more fun watching him try to stop! I reached round to give his semi-hard cock and few strokes. He's still at that stage where anal play is somewhere between aversive and pleasurable, but he keeps trying and practicing for me. He knows I own him and he can't be keeping anything from me. If he truly decides that it's not pleasurable to him then I can always add it to the punishment list.

When I decided he had had enough I withdrew the massager, undid his bonds and prepared him for the most devilish thing of the day so far! We stopped, ordered room service and a bottle of wine and cuddled under the duvet to watch a movie! Oh the horror!!!!!

But that was just the first few hours. It was nowhere near bed time and there was always tomorrow too....

Dirty weekend part 3

So I had my boy's undivided attention. Bound to the chair, exposed and gagged. I forgot to mention in my last post about the other stop we made whilst shopping. Readers from the UK will have heard of Ann Summers; a high street shop specialising in racy knickers and sex toys. I find them incredibly cheap and nasty usually and prefer much better designed toys, but I had other plans for this stop. I found a vibrating cock ring made of a jelly like material which was inexpensive and smiled at my good fortune that they have started selling prostate massagers. I handed them to my boy and pointed him to the cash desk. He hesitated. I'm the only one who knows about his kinks and he knew there was no disguising what I would be using them for. To emphasise it I was going to the desk with him. I offered to let him off if he submitted to 10 cane strokes. So far I think the most he'd ever had was 5. Being the diligent boy that he is he confronted his embarrassment head on and completed the purchase. I wished the cashier had made at least one little comment to increase the torment, but sadly they were the epitome of discretion.

I'm sure he was thinking of our shopping trip as I opened the bag and got out the cock ring. Turning on the little vibrating bullet I ran it down his engorged cock and rather enjoyed his moaning and attempts to wriggle free. His cock twitched and strained until I stopped suddenly. It was nowhere near time for him to cum.

I busied myself in the bathroom fixing my makeup and refreshing my perfume for a short while. On returning his cock was much reduced in turgor but his eyes very much betraying his lust. As I changed from my day dress (a black linen sun dress with leopard print belt that nipped neatly in at the waist) into my black silk dressing gown on full view of him. I wanted him to see clearly that I was naked underneath and he couldn't even move a hand. Of course he had gone hard again, so fully erect that it pressed against his belly. Clear fluid dripping from the head and enticing writhing as soon as I touched the tip. I slipped the jelly ring over him so it sat at the base of his shaft. Waiting.

I unlocked his gag and removed it momentarily. I asked him how many days he had been locked for. It was a question he couldn't answer correctly as I was being unfair. He had been chaste for 29 days under lock up, but I last removed the cage 10 days prior to tease him at great length. He answered "29, Miss" and I smiled. I told him he was incorrect. The score was now 2.

I never tell him the punishment but he always knows the score. He knows not to argue as I have been known to double it if challenged. I was saving this up for later.

I unchained his legs and told him to stand. Stand still! I switched on the vibrating bullet and sat on the edge of the bed. He was struggling but managing not to move his feet. I knew vibration is never enough to make him cum but it will arouse him strongly. His hips kept trying to pull away but the bullet was firmly strapped to the base of his shaft.

Once he had wriggled enough for me, and sadly not given me excuse for another penalty, I turned the vibe off and removed the ring. "Thank you, Miss". He is always so good at remaining silent even when not gagged and I had almost forgotten that I hadn't replaced it.

It would have to stay out for what I planned next...

Dirty weekend part 2

Unfortunately the internet gods conspired to prevent my updating sooner. I was also much distracted.

We arrived at our hotel and I left bringing in the baggage to my boy whilst I arranged for the key to our suite. I insist on high quality hotels when going away expressly for pleasure and find suites much more versatile to my needs. In this case the room was large and bright with a seating area partitioned from the bedroom where a quite impressively large bed sat centre stage. The bathroom was almost as large as my own livingroom and had an oversized roll top bath and separate monsoon shower.

I didn't however immediately intend to use the room. My boy had spent the last 4 weeks in lockup and I wasn't about to relieve him on arrival! Instead, we went shopping. We walked to Selfridges and I browsed the departments and he dutifully made helpful suggestions and appraisal of the options. I rather fell in love with a nice pair of Gucci shoes and without a word of complaint he took care of the transaction. They are made of black rubber which is glossy and sleek and sit comfortably. They are peep toe and flat which is almost a summer essential for me. Being 5ft 10 means I dwarf others easily in heels and nice flat shoes are surprisingly hard to find.

He carried my bags for me and we stopped to eat lunch. Sushi. I can't get enough of sushi and would eat it all day if I could. It provided much amusement waiting for dishes to come past on the conveyor (if you've never been I suggest going to Yo! Sushi) and making my boy wait until I found one I liked before he could eat his. I had dragon roll, tekka nigiri and mixed maki along with a green tea. Ordering drinks allowed my boy to make his first mistake as he ordered himself an Asahi beer without first asking permission to have alcohol. One.

After lunch we stopped by a jewellery shop to try find a new chain for the Key to My Property. The existing chain is poor quality and leaves residues on my skin now that I'm wearing it more or less constantly. There are two keys. One simply on a chain I wear under clothing when I need it to be hidden. The other I had my boy cut to shape to fit inside a heart shaped leopard print locket I found in a charity shop. There are no spares. Just two keys that only I have access to. If I am wearing one the other is safely stored at home so that at no time can he access it without my consent.

He does really have a head but we like our privacy

After selecting a suitably long gold chain we walked back to the hotel. Relaxing on the sofa in the suite I had my boy strip and fetch his collar and cuffs. I clicked the padlocks into place on the fastenings. I prefer locked straps to emphasise my ownership and remove any thought of an easy release. I chained his cuffs to his collar to stop him making any attempts to touch himself but still leave his hands some freedom. Kneeling on the floor I ordered him to massage my feet which were tired from our trip. He dutifully responded and rubbed with enthusiasm taking care to pay attention to both equally. I lost track of how long he performed his task but he did it well.

Then I ordered him to fetch the desk chair and place it in front of the bed. Sitting him down I took his arms behind the chair and secured them with a length of chain, again padlocked to the D-rings of the cuffs. From the middle of this I attached two further chains which led to the ankle cuffs. I brought his legs round the outside of the chair legs then pulled taught underneath. When connected to the chain his toes just touched the floor. Taking a ball gag and locking it in place also completed the ensemble and I smiled at my now totally helpless boy.

I took The Key from my locket and unlocked his metal cage. It was a little tight getting it off as his cock strained to become fully erect. Once teased free he was instantly standing proud and already leaking clear pre-cum. A couple of gentle strokes had him moaning blissfully, but I had no intention to relieve him just yet.

What happened then? I'll continue in the next post.

Dirty weekend

It's my boy's birthday and we are on a bus travelling to our weekend of luxury, decadence and debauchery in celebration. Whilst some Royals are getting hitched we will be making our own entertainment.

Last night I had to sort out my kit for travelling. Normally I'd have my boy pack for me but his presents are amongst the restraints. The case weighs somewhere around 30kg due to packing about 10m of chain plus all the carabiners and rings, about 16 padlocks of varying sizes, 2 sets of handcuffs, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, collar, posture collar, arm binder, leg binder... And that's before packing the cane, strap-on, floggers and other toys. Of course I could pack lighter but it would be much less fun.

Our coach has just pulled in for the last stop before we arrive. My boy is certainly getting nervous and excited all at once. He's had roughly 30 days of enforced chastity and is amusingly easy to torment. His steel cage is proving to be effective, comfortable and aesthetically pleasing. It's not his birthday until tomorrow and even then there's no guarantee he'll get to climax. He's got to earn it first and there will be plenty more tease and denial before then!

So, I better get ready for disembarking soon. I am sure I will write more later when my boy is a little tied up.