When I punish my sub there are rules involved. Some for her, some for me, although of course she doesn't know the ones for me. 90% of punishments involve a simple paddling, usually up against a wall, not over a knee. Before we start she has to tell me why she is being punished.

For me:

No fondling or playing with her bottom before the first strike

For her:

She must count out each paddle

Punishments never lead to sex

At the end she stands in front of me, hands by her sides. I ask if she's sorry for what she has done and if she is going to do it again, then I tell her she is forgiven and we embrace.

She is moved by this every time.. emotionally and usually sexually

Whenever a see a sub with a note saying their Dom doesn't allow them to talk to other Doms it always strikes me as incredibly insecure.

And don't read into that. I've no Domly interest into talking to attached subs.

Another old entry preserved here:

The other week after an evening together I took my girlfriend to the bedroom and told her to stand by the window, looking out of the corner of it. She was further told that when I came back in she was to ignore me until I put my hands on her at which point she was to try and remove them. Then further when she was on the bed she was to try her best to get out of the bedroom and touch the stairway railing outside the room.

I then left her looking out that window for just over five minutes before creeping up behind her. She knew I was there of course but I waited another few minutes before wrapping my right hand around her face and clamping it over mouth while my left hand circled her waist holding her close to me in an agressive manner. It took her a just a moment to connect what was happening with her instructions and she tried to get first my left and then my right hand off her. She couldn't move either. When she moved to my right hand (over her mouth) I started mauling her breasts with my left. After maybe 30 seconds of this I lifted her off the floor and threw her on the bed.

She tried to turn over but I was already on top of her and pushed her face down into the bed. I reached over to the drawer where I had stashed a short length of rope and dropped it onto the bed, divided into two. I forced her arms together and then sat my knees around them to hold them in place. She didnd't understand the danger of this as I looped the rope under her arms, connected it through the larks head and cinched it at her elbows, drawing it tight as I pulled it down to her wrists. Quickly wrapping it around and then through the middle I cinched and tied it off.

Next I climbed off her and pulled her into a sitting position, retrieving another item from the drawer. I clamped my hand over her mouth and nose, counting to 30 seconds as I knew at this point (from experience) she'd be dying for a breath. As I removed my hand and she breathed in she was again unaware of the danger as I shoved a penis gag into her mouth and buckled it into place.

Then I flipped her over one more time, dragged her legs off the bed so she was standing with her body resting on the bed, flipped up her skirt to reveal her panties and suspenders.. and well, a gentlemen doesn't tell. Does he?

A journal entry copied from my profile on a now dead site..

So she's having her 2nd dose of corner time right now. I try not to overdo things initially, particularly if I think they've gone down particularly well.

Varied it a little by making her think at first she was getting her customary spanking before stripping and pushing her down to the bed in her panties and bra. Only then pulling out the onesie, tugging her into it (an act I make her let me do, without her assistance, like a child). And like last time I put leather cuffs on her wrists, padlocked and chained behind her back, before leading her upstairs to kneel in the naughty corner.

On a big cusion I might add.

The main difference this time though is at the end I told her to open wide.. and she did of course, expecting a gag.. but instead getting an adult dummy.

She has been there 9 minutes so far and has 12 to go. When she's done I'll pull her onto my lap on the couch and tell her she is forgiven, I predict she'll be out of her mind horny and clinging on to me.. we'll see..

Removed all my normal search filters tonight so I'm seeing all the members instead of a slice. The amount of financial dommes makes me sick. You either go for a partner's (be it life or play) heart and mind, if it's for life, or their crotch if it's for the night. Going for the wallet is pathetic.

And to be honest, I'm not talking the about the dommes who have setup a location with a dungeon, website, rates and take appointments etc. but the little girlies who think subs should give them free things for how wonderful they are. Fuck off and get a job.

Two random thoughts

1- Doms who "don't allow their subs to talk to doms/whatever" strike me as insecure.

2- Subs who post naked pics of themselves should make people work harder for it, "even" doms.

So we are seeking a young lady to join us for an evening (and morning?) of fun and play. Not strictly a threesome as you would only be fucking her (my sub) which is not to say I won't be getting my hand in, so to speak.

This is not something I'm trying to rush. I'd like to talk to you a few times by mail then meet for coffee to discuss details, limits and so you can see we are genuine and non-loons.

We are a professional couple, safe/sane, can accommodate and of course all limits observed. I would expect you to have a safety call. Please message me if this of interest to you, female submissives only. 

Blindfolded and bound I told her to open her mouth, wide.. a moment later to bite down.. as we've done many times before, but on this occassion.. it was a chocolate biscuit.

Long time without an entry but I wanted to a record some details of a night recent.

When playing I like to keep things varied. I don't like to keep hitting the same kink night after night, or week after week. For example one weekend I used no toys at all, was simply very rough and abusive. The next was all about toys and equipment it seemed, lots of things came out. And everything in between. We both enjoy our time very much either way. I should perhaps note at this point that we are both very much adults.

So the other night as we're cuddling on the couch I tell my girl she's to goto the bedroom, take off her jewellry (earrings/watch), put her hair into two pig tails and wait for me in position 2 (sat on the end of the bed, legs apart, hands upturned on each knee, eyes down, not to move until moved or told to "relax"). A very standard opener for me to be honest, while she waits I get out any toys I plan to use from the spare bedroom. Sometimes delaying on purpose as I know her suspense is building in this time.

All I got out however was my collar, a quite normal 1+ inch collar with 3 buckles. I stood her up facing the full length mirror, caressed her a little before buckling the collar in place. Now I was essentially winging this, I had little idea what I was going to do. It may have started here in fact.

I lay down on the bed, on my back and told her to lay beside me. But as she pulled herself up the bed I told her no as her head was about level with my stomach and told her to stay there. Lying next to me she cuddled in, entwining legs together and resting her head on my belly.

I stroked her head and told her what a good girl she was, a good little girl. At one point she turned her head downwards, hiding in the space between herself and me. I turned her head backup and told her to keep her head up. After a bit of time I asked her if her body tingled. She said yes, and I asked where. Now she probably didn't realise where I was going yet tonight, but may have made this mistake in any case, and replied her pussy.

I instantly "snapped", a role play snap of course, "What did you just say?! What kind of language is that for a little girl?" I demanded. Slapping her face, she turned it in again and I forced it up remonstrating her for that also. "I don't want to hear that kind of language from you again."

After some time of stroking her hair after this outburst I ask my question again, "I don't know" she said. So as she has never even thought of this kind of role play I gave her a break and asked "Does it tingle between your legs?" and she said yes. And I plied her with a few more gently probing questions in that vein. At one point she again turned her head inwards and I again "snapped".

This time I twisted her body around so her legs were over my knee and whilst spanking her quickly and angrily (through her jeans) I shouted at her, asking if she was stupid. Too stupid to follow simple instructions. Again I "calmed down" and went back to stroking her hair. All the while through this I've been repeating the phrase "my little girl" a lot. I ask her if she enjoyed what we did "last time", if she's been with "any other boys" and things like this. I think now she's getting the idea of the role play.

Next I tell her to stand up, take her jeans off and then come kneel by the side of the bed, the side close to me.

Can you see why? The idea is to subconciously call to that memory I think we all have, of being a small child standing beside the bed of an adult. I stroke her face and body, and she is positivley shivering with pent up energy, emotion.. and horniness at this point. What I don't do by the way is fondle her breasts, her nipples yes, but not the breasts. Obvious as I write it of course, but I doubt she conciously realised the differentiation I made in this little way. I stand up, walk behind her and continue the stimulation. More talkign about the last time, this time talking about how she musn't cry this time and she needs to be quiet.

I leave her briefly to retireve two more items from the other room. I cover her eyes as I transfer the two items to my bedside drawer so she can't see what I got.

I tell her to take off her top and then pop onto the bed where I'd been lying, so she's now just in bra and panties. I strip and then lie on top of her and ask if he she has ever kissed a boy, she says no. I tell her to open her mouth, to put out her tongue and try to massage mine with hers. I kiss her gently, teasingly. Nothing deep. Like I'm genuinely trying to teach someone new about kissing. I ask her if she would like me to stick my thing into between her legs, she replies yes. I again talk about her needing to be quiet, as I sneak something from the drawer, holding it above her head out of sight, and not crying like last time.

The next actions I take very quickly. I pull off a very small length of the duct tape I retrieved, press it over her mouth (it just covers her lips), pull her panties aside and enter her and start fucking her. I whisper I'm sorry about the tape, but I can't trust her to keep quiet while I fuck her, one hand covering the tape and her mouth. At one point she's either clinging to the tops of my arms, or pushing my chest, I can't remember, but I use this as my excuse for item 2. I sit up, retrieve the 10foot length of white nylon rope and grab her forearms. Wrists together I swift tie them together then roughly stretch the secured limbs over the top of her head, holding them there with one hand as we continue to fuck.

Lots of orgasms later we finish screwing. (weird how I'm not interested in describing that part?)

After an hours dozing/rest (bringing us to about midnight) we're cuddling and she visits, then comes back from the bathroom (I think). She stirred in any case. I roll her over, enter her and start fucking her again. Slowly, I'm not trying to make her cum. Instead I talk to her. Ask her if she enjoyed what we just did. Yes. Had that kind of roleplay over occurred to her before. No. Would she like to take it further in the future. Yes. I then mentally take her back, talking about all the elements I just detailed above, scene by scene. Buildnig the fucking while talking about one scene so she cums. Then breaking briefly (still slowly fucking). Then talking about another element of the night as we build up the fucking again.

If anything I think the orgasms from this bout of lovemaking are even stronger for her. I can tell when she's cumming strongly of course, and she certainly was. Again, I tire of just describing sex though!

And finally after all done, she clings to me in exhaustion. Her leg is twitching a little, so I ask "Is your leg twitching?" "Yes." "Can't you stop it?" and of course she can't, and me talking about it is making it worse. Which is of course my intention, and she is teased without mercy as her body rebels, her legs ache and she's unable to move. Complaints of how she is broken and I broke her follow. Giggles, laughs, kisses and eventually we go to wash our teeth and settle in to sleep.

I've been playing with a new sub the last few weeks and it's been quite delightful. She's actually older than me by about 5-6 years but she's never done anything kinky despite always knowing she has wanted to be restrained and spanked. For example when I showed her a ballgag she was able to name what it was, on asking how she said from Pulp Fiction. She seems remarkably innocent in things outside of very very vanilla sex.

But what I wanted to note down here was something simple. We met for coffee and chats one afternoon and then later she came around to my house and we sipped drinks and chatted shortly and somewhat more awkwardly, if truth be told, in my lounge. After a short while of this I put my drink down, took hers from her hand and laid it on the table also. I sat forward and leaned into her, locking eyes as I pulled in close. My intention to make her believe I was moving in for a kiss, but instead my hand was delving into the cushions next to her to remove a short length of a very soft 'bondage' rope.

When she saw it the look on her face was hard to describe, I told her to sit forward and give me her wrists. She alternated between looking nervous and and excited, biting her bottom lip at times. She did as instructed, moving her wrists towards me in a needful way as I took hold of them, moving them slightly apart and instructing her to hold them as so. I swiftly tied a quick tie in them, knotting it at the back before letting her wrists go.

Again, she was flitting between nervous and excited, biting her bottom lip on and off and moving her hands towards me. I told her to undo the knot, and of course she couldn't reach it, which I hoped would emphasise the feeling of restraint for her.

That moment of helping her come to this end was very precious, I don't think I've truely conveyed her emotions and actions at the time..

Then I swooped her legs from under her and swung them onto the couch so she was lying on her back, moved her wrists over her head, pinning them there, and only then did I take the kiss from her.

I remember once someone said they would never buy something from a cold caller or door to door salesmen. No matter how great it sounds they are still coming to you. If their product was so great you'd be going to them.