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I could be a dominant /switch, and so I wrote this.
But really it's me I imagined as the submissive getting caned in this scene.
I would like a dominant woman disciplinarian woman in my life. She regularly summons me to her house every two-to-three week to experiment with painful disciplinary procedures. Like an old school teacher, she has that power over me to cane or whip or otherwise deal with me whenever she feels like it.
She canes me fairly often, sometimes quite hard. I am sexually excited but also quite scared of the whole deal. She seem to enjoy my suffering. We enjoy cups of tea, but usually a couple of times every visit to her house, she will insist on inflicting pain of some kind on me. I imagine this woman combining the older tools of the sadistic teacher with some newer ideas that come form the world of the dominatrix.
If she were also a piano teacher that would be a bonus. Of course piano playing involves sitting down, so the piano lesson would have to come before the discipline.
I believe I could faithfully provide discipline to a suitable female, coming from a masochist's perspective, but no-one ever looks at switch profiles, so here I am, a submissive.
the scene:
She bends over the bench wearing her tight red bikini. I chain her hands in place and set up the mirror. She knows her bottom is now arranged for my viewing pleasure. She knows our weekend away will involve at least one fairly painful spanking which we agreed she would submit to when we planned our "movie scene" and our
"roles" the previous Monday. We planned a scene, just like a scene in a movie. There would be a room that would be like a stage, and we would improvise within our agreed roles. The rest of the time at the batch is summer fun, reading, swimming.
Uniforms have been prepared. Her flirty secretary skirts for her scenes with the boss she wants to tease, her collection of underwear for her vulnerable and almost-naked underwear-model x-factor contestant scene in front of the tough judge, and her frontal handcuffs uniform with ankle-cuffs and translucent black bra and pants for her bondage and discipline submissive role. They're all uniforms that go with the roles she might feel like or I might order her to play.
That's a weeks anticipation of those vaguely submissive roles.
She hates the cane. At her flat, she sleeps alone in her bed, but she sleeps with a cane, a constant reminder of the extreme edge to her submission.
Monday I give her new underwear, she models it for me and accepts a few swats with her hairbrush. She's horny and excited by a weekend of good times and low key spanking. At our small cottage she may only wear underwear or bikinis and she must accept handcuffs, so she may easily be secured across my lap so as to present her vulnerable buttocks at all times.
With cuffs she may be secured to the bed, the ceiling or the wall, or secured spread eagled on the floor. She must enjoy being ogled and pinched and lightly spanked or whipped. These are her fantasies she has agreed to risk suffering.
She must achieve orgasm when I her master penetrate and stimulate her, must realise she does want to be taken. She know some of what will happen. She's signed up for whatever unfolds, a mix of suspense and fear and excitement and fantasy and submission.
It is time for the final calculation on Sunday afternoon. She could have beautiful overwhelming sex, helpless on the bed and cuddled to sleep. It was agreed that there was a one in ten chance that Sunday night would be a serious discipline session. As the numbers are calculated she is secured, bent over and cuffed, it might be that her sexy pants don't help stop her bottom hurting, that they might be removed as the spanking is getting more intense. I play the sad music in the afternoon, the same music she is spanked to. I play it again and again, a scary ambient piece. By the third listen she knows when the most painful strokes will come.
At her most vulnerable she accepts her position, accepts that my sadistic pleasure and lust for her is true, that we do share a spanking fetish, and that I will be there throughout the session. I do my best to get the pain right, to spank her in the right places, to lie down beside her and comfort her between spanking blocks.
I want a girl to spank and tease and lightly whip, a girl humiliated wearing only sexy underwear, a girl who fancies she enjoys the hand of a dominant man, who feels like a tragic character from Dickens, the servant girl whose family's boy came home from school and decided he'd like to dally with the servant girl..
Now imagine a weekend arranged and the pact you made, at least one spanking session and the risk of a cruel twist of fate. Do you really want to see what the serious session would be like ? How should the scenes unfold ? Well we planned the limits and the costumary and dramatic roles well in advance, so the anticipation will keep feeding in to the reality.. will the outcome of the scene have a twist ?
Self spanking, do you really want to be spanked hard on certain occasions ? If this is to be your way, then look at yourself in your flimsy underwear. Shake that ass. Imagine the attention, the sex, the inevitable.
i am able to commit to weekends ranging from soft discipline and games through to play-incarceration. Christchurch. Could be easygoing, could be the release of ecstasy and pain that reminds and excites ans surprises and stays behind you like a shadow.
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I can help a woman try out spanking, domination, anal penetration, whatever the fantasy. You may not want to risk starting something you can't turn off again with your partner, especially if you were the one who asked to be spanked in the first place.
BDSM can bring out the worst of drunken sadism unless delicately handled. Many women prefer to do kink with a kinkster in touch with all the tough rules and tender spots too, someone who can aim for buttocks and avoid collateral damage. Why confuse a domestic situation.
I help women serve their partners conventionally. Encouraging your husband can translate wrong. We don't want wife beatings or economic and domestic control to start creeping back.
I addition to realistic or playful spanking or any of those other activities you've read about, I am sometimes able to help women achieve orgasm in kinky situations. No need to feel selfconscious, relax, I'm not you partner, am not judging you, and could never bring you kink interests up at the family Christmas table 20 years later.
The training is sensuous yet physical, and if you fancy yourself being caned by a man, well we may as well put you through some layers of pain with that.
Women sometimes need tips about satisfying a man. I find sexual curiosity easier to resolve with single women. But married or single, I can help you experience that fantasy stuck in your head. You may wish to play again, accept painful punishment marks less than ten while I teach you to throw yourself headlong into sexually pleasing and (maybe secretly) submitting.
If you think I might be able to help, start assembling the clothes related to your fantasy now, check the mirror, reward excitement with masturbation at this stage in your education.
I like women on the verge of their real sexuality. Caged animals, poor creatures, they usually need their hair cut, but it's their fetish and sex that they need to untie and let hang down.
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