SirRussellP

Breakfast was about over when she told me that she knew that I took no shit, her words I swear, from anyone, that I always seemed to know what I wanted and took what I needed.  She then told me that Lisa had told her to be careful and not to give me a chance to take control.  She laughed, took my hand and said that last night seem ”real” to her that not being in control felt strangely comfortable to her.  I reminded her not to talk about that bitch, but I did it with a smile.

As we strolled down the street with arms around each other’s waists, I told her that she seems to be a natural sub and if that were true, her acceptance of who she was would bring her great joy.  I asked her if she knew how telling her statement of comfortability was?  She was unsure so I explained that most true subs feel freer when allowing another person to have control.  That doing things that were taboo and finding it exciting was another sign of submissiveness.  She asked if I enjoyed doing “bad things”, I answered that I never do bad things or things that I personally hold taboo. 

“Master, all of last night was social taboo.”  I explained that true Doms do not except

what society says is bad or wrong, and that I personally never do anything that violates my personal morals.  She responded by saying that since I have none how could I violate them.  I am sure she thought that humorous but I took offense.  I told her in no uncertain terms that I am the most moral person she knows, I don’t steal, lie or cheat, I live up to my promises and commitments.  Most people let others tell them what is right and wrong so they have no morals, no code of ethics only someone else’s concept of them.

By the time I calmed down I was at least five feet from her, still have that bad habit even today, and she looked concerned maybe a little scared.  She said in a small voice, “I am sorry…don’t be mad at me…Master please I was just kidding.”  I told her that she would be disciplined later at a time of my choosing.  “Yes Master,” was her reply as she stepped to me and wrapped her arms around me.  We walked on in silence till we came to Fredrick’s of Hollywood. 

I pulled her into the store.  There a girl clerk who was probably less then 20 years old asked if she could help us.  I told her that I wanted to see black or red bras that did not cover up the nipple and corsets of the same design, hose and garter belts, and maybe some silk and lace lingerie.  We spent two hours in the shop with me selecting and Trish trying on and modeling.  The clerk was happy, counting commission, and I was out a good deal of money by the time we left the shop. 

Outside the store Trish stood on tip toe and whispered into my ear, “Master take me back to the suite so I can wear one of the pretty outfits for you and make love to you.”  “Pet, when you can ask out loud and if I feel like it we will.”  Punishment does not have to be physical as she was learning.  We walked on holding hands. 

“Pet are you ready for your next challenge?”  She nodded yes.  “I do not want you to have any pubic hair.  Now you could shave it but I want you to have it waxed.”  She looked stunned so I started walking quickly, pulling her along with me.  We entered a higher end salon.  I informed Trish that she had to arrange for the waxing herself and I wanted it done now.  She actually gulped.  I shoved her toward the desk.  She asked for a full bikini wax, the girl at the desk said she could make an appointment.  Trish looked at me I smiled and shook my head.  I could see her steel herself and then she coped out by saying she would pay extra for the treatment now.  I am never surprised at the response extra money brings out in people.  Trish disappeared down a hall with a tech that seemed to be somewhat angry.  I suppose that in this task a little hostility could help, the tech like most people probably doesn’t like to cause anyone pain.

After Trish was out of sight I went to the desk and told the girl that I wanted to surprise my love with a facial, manicure, pedicure, a shampoo and set toped off by their best makeup artist doing her face up for big night on the town.  Once again they were too busy.  I told her I would play double for each treatment and if they refused I would tell my friend the resort manager, a person I really knew by name only, and the concierge how disappointed I was at their recommending this salon.  I was fairly loud at this point so the manager came out and in no time at all she was agreeing to give Trish the royal treatment.  I promised the manager an extra $50 if Trish was happy with them and she was told how important it was to me that she be made very happy.   Please remember this was more than 30 years ago when $50 was worth more than $200 today.)  I also warned her that under no circumstances was the hair on her head be cut or trimmed.  I left the shop after being told to pick up Trish in three and a half hours.

I went across the street to a small restaurant where its manager and I came to an arrangement for food to be sent over to the salon for its staff and my lovely Trish.  He agreed to send over a waitress to properly serve them in my name.

I was sure that Trish was in for the best salon experience of her life.  I drove back to the resort and went into their gym for a workout and hot tub. 

3 hours and 15 minutes had passed when I stepped back into the shop.  The manager greeted me warmly.  Trish was almost finished and the manager assured me she was well pleased.  Finally Trish appeared with a new hairdo and a large smile.  As I gave the manager the fifty, I asked if there was a room that I could inspect their work.  She had the anger tech led us back to the wax room. 

Trish was unsettled by the request and that I expected to inspector her here.  I was going for a little humiliation to temper this afternoon’s special treatment.  The tech started to leave to give us privacy but I told her to stay since it was her work I was going to inspect.  I sat on the tech’s stool, waved Trish over to me.  “Lift your dress and turn slowly, Pet.”  Trish hesitated a moment then lift her skirt and turned for me.  After her first complete turn I placed my hands on her, letting my finger do the close work.  I was surprised to find that even the light fuzz on her checks were gone.  “Very good work, I am pleased.” 

First standing climax

The night started out with a dinner at pet’s favorite restaurant with Shar dressed as slutty as she can allow herself. The dress is tight and shoulder-less but to hide Shar large breasts she has on a shawl. I find that I am torn between pride of Shar and wishing she would be more receptive to being less stiff in public. I find that the shawl only detracts from Shar and Shar outfit but I have agreed to Shar public dress as being professional at all times.

Since we had only been together for a short period at this time I was still discovering how much of a virgin to the life she was. I found that she was very well read about the life but lacking the understanding of its small ins and outs. My time of instructions and training was just being to mold Shar into the slave she tells me she wants to be. There are times later that I would regret ever excepting Shar “submission” but then there is the times that she shows me she will become the greatest slave ever.

On the way home after the dinner I asked Shar if she had ever been put in an A-Frame, Shar’s answer was no. I explained how the A-Frame allows many different combinations of positions to put her in, and how I built mine to be able to do suspension bondage with. She tells me that suspension is not something she wants to try right now. I think I wrote that down a little later so that I would remember to push that limit when she was ready.

I described what I had in mind for tonight’s session and then asked Shar if she had ever climaxed while standing. Not surprisingly she said no and added that she didn’t think she could. I wondered if she saw my evil smile in the darkness of the car. Now I don’t know about you but I love to have a sub chained in a spread eagle position while standing, allowing me access to all of Shar but her toes and the balls of her feet, if I am in a lenient mood I may allow Shar to have her heels on the floor too. I described how I intended to tie her hands up high and off to each side and the ankles spread wide enough to have her legs open enough to my flogger access to pussy and clit from behind. I know how she loves the soft suede flogger and how Shar’s mind has all ready grasped the fact that more of her will be open to it.

We arrive at her home and I sense that she is feeling a little apprehensive and beginning to resist the up coming session. I pulled Shar to me and kiss her on the lips, and then I told her to hold still. I take from the console a blindfold and a small piece of rope I had put there earlier. I love cuffs and yet sometimes I find that rope can be fun, even for someone as inept at it as I am. I tie Shar hands behind her back and take the damn shawl off of her. What is it about being fully dressed that allows a sub or slave to feel less owned? I place the blindfold over her eyes and tell her that she is mine.

Now if you blindfold me I am going to be hard to deal with but Shar becomes calm as soon as it is in place, relaxing into her submission. I move behind her grab her hips and pull her into me with force; this breaks the calm a little since she was not expecting the suddenness of it. Now I love this position since my cock is now pressed into her hands and my hands can roam over the front of her body touching and pinching as they go.

I pull her closer still with one hand at the vee of her legs and the other at her breast, her calm returns and she lays her head back to my shoulder. The dress is beginning to frustrate me and keep my hands from fully enjoying her lush body. As I am thinking about taking it off of her I realize that I can cause her some small humiliation by continuing to excite her neither regions through the dress. I start to nibble on her neck alternating with kisses and licks as my hand goes to her throat causing her to moan. My other hand continues to play with her clit and force some of her dress into her wet pussy. I smile thinking about how she will explain this stain to the dry cleaner and how I will use that task as punishment in the near future, having her take just the dress in.

I gripe her throat a little harder and ask her, “What does offering your throat to me mean, wench?” Shar answers with a husky voice proving that she is well into submissive excitement, “I offer you my life when I offer you my throat, Master”. With that I pull her long neck up and back accentuating the feeling that her life is mine to take.

I have now reached the end of my patience and have sufficiently soiled her dress so I tell her to remove the dress. This is not an easy task since her hands are tied behind her but believe me it was fun to watch. Slowly she works the dress down but at first the size of her breasts makes it hard. Each time she grabs at the back of the dress pulls down as she releases it the breast seem to pull it back up. After a few attempts she reaches up as high as she can and pulls down hard causing the dress’s elastic to pull down over her nipples and her breasts leap free from their covering. Shar’s body is such that her hips are smaller then her mmmm chest so progress becomes much quicker but still fun to watch. Finally the dress falls from her hips to land in circle around her high-heeled feet.

I step to Shar, put my hands on her shoulders and push down. She may be new to the life but I have had time to train her to know what I want. She kneels and opens her mouth, waiting for me to place my cock on her tongue. I slip out of my pants and oblige her. My hands seem to find her hair all on their own, pulling her head to me. She loves this and it is a good thing since I seem to have to think hard not to trap her head this way.

Now we both have obtain a heighten degree of arousal with mine being the more obvious. I let her mouth keep my cock warm as I place the ear plugs into her ears but first I remind her of how I will give her permission to cum by my teeth on her neck and place a small length of chain in her palm for her to drop if she needs to signal me that she is in any sort of trouble. I pull her to her feet carefully and lead her to the footboard of her canopy bed. When I have her under it I leave her briefly to get my bag with the toys and tools I have selected for tonight.

I place shackles on her ankles then leather cuffs on them that I tie to the legs of the A-Frame pulling them tight so that movement is very restricted. Now I untie her wrists and attach leather cuffs to them, these I tie to the either side of the top of each bedpost. Since this is all new to her I will wait for another day to add the knee cuffs to spread her that much more. When I have finished I step away and then walk around her to enjoy the view and let her begin to wonder where I am and what will come next.

I step to her back and begin to spank her sweet bottom, lightly at first the harder as she moans her approval. I am not sure what I love more, the feel of her flesh on my palm, the sound she makes as each spank hits or seeing the outline of my hand show up in on her bottom in shades of pink and red. Between spanks I am messaging her checks and soon I am slipping my left hand between her legs to tease her clit and play with labia lip and pussy as my right hand continues to spank. Shar begins to sway and moan followed by sounds that tell me she is close to cumming for me. I stop teasing her clit to slow the process while I continue to spank that lovely red bottom.

As my hand is feeling warm and wonderful suddenly she is begging to cum while slumping down as far as the arms will let her. I hit her bottom very hard then move close to take her throat in my mouth, letting my teeth sink in a little, can’t have her confused on the signal now can I. Immediately I return to spanking and teasing her clit as she begins to shake then jerk, with her knees trying to give out but her wrists stopping her from falling. I stop the spanking and slide my stinging hand’s middle finger into her ass. Talk about hitting the gas she raises up and yells “Master” then settles back down on my finger.

As she finds herself regaining some of her control I release the hold on her ass and pussy as she thanks me for her climax. I can see by her body language she thinks it is done and over but that is not my plan. I take out the long suede flogger and let it fall across her bottom and thighs. I know she loves her flogger and she is all ready thanking me. Now flogging is a new talent for me, one I developed for her, since I have never been comfortable with a whip. Having been whipped with a rubber hose cut into a cat of nine tails by my mother, as a teen I still have a hard time seeing whips as instruments of pleasure, but she loves it and the suede flogger is very soft so hard to really hurt.

The flogger begins to spin in my hand making the little whistling sounds that if she could hear them would have her squirming with anticipation. As I let it caress her bottom then her thighs, her body responds by tensing then as I let it the flogger strike her harder she begins to clench. After a while I slow the flogger and let it slap against each inner thigh working up to where it is bending around her ass to tingle her clit and pussy. As the flogger is getting wet I am teasing and pinching her nipples then pulling them away from her body letting them lift her heavy orbs. She is moaning and breathing has gone deep soon she is begging to cum.

My mouth finds her throat again, which by itself send her into a climax. I let the flogger continue to slap at her clit from behind, as she build the climax I suddenly let the flogger sting her ass hard with a fast wrist flick to let her know that I own her. She begins to thank me for her climax as the sting cut it short. She reaches a new level then can no longer stand on her own.

After I free her she slumps into my arms as I help her to the bed. Once she is on the bed and finishing kissing me she hands me the short length of chain and smiles. I tell her how proud I am of her.

Night at the play

It is a Saturday night and I decided to take Trish out for the night to a play I know she wants to see.  Trish dressed up to the nines, not in slut wear but close enough to turn heads.  

Later in the theater I become a little bored with the play and find my hands wandering over to Trish’s lovely body.  Trish seems to be concerned that some one may see.  I don't really care so I place my hand on her inner thigh through her dress and whisper into Trish’s ear to be still.  I pulled my overcoat over both of us as if it was a blanket to keep us warm, soon my hand teases the back of Trish’s knee lightly tickling it.  I let my fingers roam down her calf as far as I can reach without bending over and then slowly back up her leg but now my hand slips under her skirt.

I love the feeling of her warm thigh in my hand and the fact that we are in a public place with many of our friends nearby only adds to the enjoyment.  I tease down Trish’s far thigh to the back of her knee, watching her squirm in her seat.  I should not find pleasure in the fact that my touches are diverting her attention from the play but I do.

I lean into her to kiss her cheek and I find her head turning to me to kiss me back. 

My hand is now going up each side of the V created by her legs joining her torso slowly working across her wonderful smooth then down to graze her lovely pussy lips.  She moans softly with a smile on her face that tells me she isn’t that interested in the play right now.  As my hand finds her clit she sat straight up and squeezed her legs together denying me access, but soon without my prompting she relaxes her legs back to open and inviting. 

I caress each thigh a little more as I see her eyes begin to glaze some.  trish takes somewhat deeper breaths ... chest rising and falling as she does.  Slowly my hand find her pussy lips and lightly tracing them now I find her clit getting hard and distended while she turn to me and moan into my shoulder.  I trace down to her sweet pussy to get some of her wet on my fingers then back to her clit.  My fingers lightly tease her clit stroking it as my thumb rubs her pussy causing more wetness, she murmur, “ohhh gawd” and rock her hips slightly responding to the stimulation.  I take her clit between my index and forefingers as they travel up and down it; my thumb is tenderly placed on her anus causing trish to sit up very straight.  It does not enter but moves around her anus in a circle as my fingers continue to stroke up and down her clit.  She grabs my jacket pulling herself to my shoulder where she cums with her mouth pressed into my shoulder to muffle the sound, my free hand caress her check, brushing her hair from her lovely face as she climaxes almost in silence.  Then her blues eyes turn to look at my face inviting a kiss, when the kiss is over I whisper in ear, "I did not give you permission to come, later tonight I will have to wonderfully punish you".  I smile at her softly and put her head on my shoulder as if we were teenagers at the movie.  I smile and hold her hand while my other hand stays under the skirt to tease her for the rest of the play.

Sorry about the formatting problems but I wrote these in Word and seems it doesn't like it much.

Been some time since I posted one of my histories here so today I will.

This is on of my remembrances, my histories, I hope you enjoy it.

I call you to tell you I will be home late due to business.  You know that I am tired from the long hours this week required.  You know from my calls that I miss our time together that those hours are causing. 

I come home, go to open the door and smile when you open it for me, surprising me by wearing required summer dress even though it is the dead of winter.  You know that no matter how tired, sick or preoccupied I am that you will now get my total attention.  The sight of that smile and then the lush body dressed only in a blue demi-cup bra that sets your eyes off so well, a matching garter belt, leaf design fishnet hose and heels that have that lovely mouth at just the right level for kissing. 

I close the door behind as you kneel and give me our agreed upon greeting by lowering your upper body to the floor until you nipples touches with arms stretched out behind and to the sides.  You say the required greeting making me smile deeply.  I kneel and pull you into my arms, feeling guilty about the cold my body is radiating as I hug you, being warmed in my soul and sharing your body heat.  You shiver but lift your face so that I can kiss you. 

We stand and you tug at my coat to help me get it off, then take it to hang it up.  While I go to sit in front of the fire, my eyes never leave you almost as if they were physically connected to you.  Knowing that I am admiring you without even seeing it, you move sensually as you put my coat away bending in a manner to show off that marvelous ass of yours.  You turn to me and tell me that dinner is in the oven and bring me a cup of peppermint tea.  You kneel beside my chair, as I drink the tea, taking my shoes off.  My hand touches your hair I take great pride in knowing you spent time on it for me before I came home. 

I finish my tea and you say Master will you come with me.  I smile and stand; you take my hand to lead me to the bathroom where you have candles burning and Beethoven Pastoral Suite playing.  You turn the water on to fill the tub then turn to me and begin taking my clothes off.  I pull you in for kisses as you work on buttons, zipper and buckles arousing me with your tenderness.  With my clothes in the hamper you motion me into the tub.

As I settle in you pour bubble bath into the bath then step away to remove the heels, then garter belt and hose.  You begin to wash me with a sponge making the day’s hardships fade into a very distant memory.  I go to kiss you and you stay just out of reach saying please Master let me finish.  You finally begin to wash my back placing your lovely breast in my face.  I can take it no longer and grab you pulling you into the tub with splashing water onto the floor.  You giggle and melt into my arms. 

I stop your giggles with kisses on your lips, neck and then those breasts that I love.  We spend the next half hour with me playing with your body using my fingertips and tongue to excite you, by teasing each spot that I know arouses you.  You cling to me pressing your body to mine, while turning to allow my hands to access new areas that would have gone untouched.  I love touching your body and in the warm soapy water it is even more relaxing to both of us.

The water is becoming cool so we stand and rinse off as the water leaves the tub.  I pull out a large bath towel and dry that wonderful body of yours being sure to spend extra time on my very favorite parts.  You smile that lovely smile but with a contented look that tells me you do love me and our life together.  I sweep you up in my arms and while you wrap your arms around my neck. I carry you towards our bedroom. 

Suddenly you say, “Master my dinner will be ready now I made it just for you”.  I know that right now I want you, to feel you, hear your heart, hold you close and find the heaven that you all ways offer me.  I know that you have worked very hard on the supper and it must be special to you since you have never asked me to stop before.  My desire for you is tangibly showing itself wanting to be buried deep inside you clouding my thinking.   Again you ask me to let you serve me dinner.   I tell you kiss me now, and you do.  While your kissing me I carry you into the bedroom finally sitting you down.  I see a small tear roll down your cheek.  I turned and open your closet select a black cocktail gown and heels that match.  I toss them to you and say, “You need to dress for dinner I will go check to see that the meal is not burning while you dress”.  With strength that I did not know I had, the hardon and me went to the kitchen.  I turned everything down to a warmer setting stirred the pot and then returned to the bedroom.  The smile I got from you grew as I went to the closet and pulled out a nice suit and one of my silk shirts a blue one finally I select an ascot and get dressed.  You all ways laugh at my ascot but tonight you reach up and touch it as you pass me to go to the kitchen.

I select some wine turn on the sound system, resist the urge to put on Spike Jones and select instead some Mozart.  I ask you if you would like some help and you say no. 

Soon you bring out the dinner setting my plate down I see that you have made a chicken cordon blue with a cheddar cheese sauce.  We eat while making small talk about your students and their next competition, the next meeting of the bdsm group we visit with and of course my telling you how your eyes shine like the brightest stars in the sky.

You begin to gather dishes and I say, "Enough wench I have waited long enough”, and chase you to the bedroom.  I grab you up spin you onto the bed with me on top of you.  I tickle your ribs and I am rewarded with the sound of your giggles.  I kiss you to stop them and you wrap your arms around me.  The urge to take you is too compelling to resist but as I am about to enter you I find that you are very wet and ready.  We make love that night without any gear or stated tasks.  Later when you begin your climax you tell me how wonderful it is to be my slave and I climax with you finding that statement so exciting.

I thought that I would detail how I give a PLEASURE SPANKING.  I am surprised at how many submissives have told me that they have never experienced this type of spanking. 

First a pleasure spanking can be done in many positions and I suppose with many variations of pleasure being applied.  I love this form of pain / pleasure mixture as a way to ease a new submissive into understanding how the endorphin rush converts what normally is sensed as pain into intense pleasure.  I personally insist on the submissive/slave wearing cuffs, this allows you to choose different levels of bondage for the submissive/slave to fit the Dominant?s mood and style. 

Now you come to selecting what the Dominate will sit on, remember the best spankings are done over the knee and with the pleasure spanking I believe that you need that kind of physical contact with your submissive/slave.  In my opinion the best spankings are done on a high stool so that the submissive/slave?s legs either dangle of just touch the floor.  The truth though is that any way the submissive is over your knee will work from chair to bed.

My way of doing this is simple I place myself in a seated position with my left arm lying across my lap.  I then place the submissive/slave over my knee so that my left hand is touching her clit and pussy my elbow is touching her breast.  The Dominate may choose to have her tied or chained into position or left free.  Funny thing is that I prefer her to be free because going over my knee willingly is one of the best signs of submission.

The newer the submissive/slave is to the life the more warm up time I spend with right hand massaging the checks as the left hand teases the clit and pussy.  When the submissive/slave is beginning to get into it I start the first spank.  Once again the more experienced submissive/slave is the less time is needed to get her aroused.  I have had submissive/slaves that got excited over the spanks so that we started with them and then added the clit, pussy teasing.  No matter where you are in this progression the arousal factor will add to this experience for you both. 

Some variations on this are with plugs and/or vibrators inserted and running.  Another is my favorite taking breaks while spanking to use the right hand to tease her anus this can be done with or without actual entry of a finger.  I have to tell you that once her ass is glowing red I love to insert a finger lubed with her own juices. 

No matter how you play this out when she is cumming I smack harder to cement the relationship of the intense pleasure with the spank.  If she begins to climax with your finger in her remove it so that she gets the benefit of the spank as she climaxes. 

Also remember that during the spanking and anal play the right hand should be massaging her checks.  This varying of sensations does much to blur the distinction of pain and pleasure.  Also it extends the time the spanking takes.

Last thing on this subject is that there is no limit to the number of climaxes she can have this way.  I use this as a form of reward and not for punishment.  Don?t be surprised when she asks for that type of spanking.  Also I insist on her only cumming with my permission allowing and teaching her the fine art of begging.