While I was surfing around I started noticing that there was a definite pattern to the images that I enjoyed the most.
Now who wouldn't want to spank that ass? I didn’t like the harsher pictures and the ones with a boy or girl over the lap of a Mistress pleases Me most.
I did not like the ones with a Man spanking a girl, unless he had long hair (I don’t know what that hair thing is about but… go figure).
So I started to think, “oh my.. is spanking all I’m into… how boring!” That would be My version of vanilla! God Forbid! Am I turning into a boring little cookie making, bread baking boring person? Am I turning into the Donna Reed
retro 50's Boring Domme of the 21st Century...
OMG,,,, have I become BORING?
But then as I thought about it more and more, I began to reflect on the things during a scene that give Me little shivers. So in a moment of self therapy, I’m going to list them below and see what happens.
I promise not to edit….
• I like the laziness of it being all about Me and in My time frame. I mean I like to wander around a bit and watch other people and find a place that calls to me to play in. I like knowing that the slut following Me around is anxious to play but that I don’t have to be concerned about that, because it’s all about Me and what I want to do. I can choose another pet to play with from the many that I know are watching Me and make Mine watch. If I don’t want to play at all that’s fine too because he/she/they will just have to live with it.
• I love having a slave on a leash… almost as much as they love being on a leash. When I buckle it around her neck, I love the feel of the soft skin there against the harsh feel of leather or steel. It makes no difference here whether the slut is male or female, all slaves have that precious soft skin where the neck meets the body and it makes Me purrr. (actually it makes Me want to sink My teeth in the soft flesh and taste blood but that story is for another time)
• Then there is the “preparation”. When a playspace calls to Me I can feel a little tingle and I get excited. Now this can be just pulling up a chair to give a spanking, sitting on a couch or ottoman or finding a spanking bench that turns Me on. Sometimes it’s not just that but an H frame or Cross with those little eyelets to attach gear or rope to. I love that time. The preparation. My precious thinkshe’saswitch jason used to get it all laid out, with Me digging in his bag like a little Girl on Xmas morning. I think he enjoyed that part too. Seeing what I was going to do next. He doesn’t know it but I used to spy things and leave them in the bag on purpose so he would gasp in surprise later. I love that clinking sound as I clip the cuffs and chains to the eyelets and feeling the slave shiver when My fingers are busy buckling and chaining it in. finn moans low when I touch him in anticipation. Mmmm yes.. I love that too,• The snap of leather just kicks Me into gear. I love the feel of the soft blindfold. My favorite sensory deprivation is a blindfold scented with My perfume. I like to smell it and I’m sure he does as well. Paddles don’t do anything for Me unless the slave is bent over presenting his ass. In a standing position, I most enjoy a singletail. I love to breathe deep and take a snapshot in My head of the boy tied, chained and blindfolded awaiting whatever comes. WHAT a rush! But even better, that squirm. Oh My how I love when the whip snakes out and makes contact and he squeals and squirms. I can smell the leather of the whip and it does something to Me. I become both cruel and loving at the same time to the flesh receiving it. Here gender actually makes difference in the type of pleasure I receive. The soft cries of a girl actually make Me wet. It invokes visions of cutting her down so she can lick Me clean. The grunts and moans of a boy make Me wet too but it’s a different kind of excitement. It’s one of power and cruelty.
• Begging for Mercy. Now this is something that I simply cannot live without. It’s what I breathe and live for. When a trembling, shaking slave begs for mercy with promises of good behavior (which we all know is a big fat lie spewed forth under duress). I just tremble with pleasure inside.
This is what it’s all about for Me and if I’m cheated of that moment I get cranky, which can be dangerous. It’s why I don’t play with masochists. Oh the sweet notes of a crying boy or girl begging, “Please Mistress, Please Mistress.. have mercy.. no more”. DAYUMMMM, I love that!
• Quiet Time is wonderful. After releasing a pet from the chains and ties and often times helping them up since they sometimes slump to the floor. It’s a time for no talk, but rest and reflection. Oh I forgot something, this time might come after being in the corner. If a slave has been naughty or maybe just if I’m in the mood he or she might go to the corner. Now you might think that would be to teach them a lesson but it’s not because I don’t give a fuck about that. That is THEIR problem to learn and not have a repeat of punishment not Mine. It’s because I like looking at My excellent work. But back to quiet time. If they are lucky, I love to sit and be quiet. Jason used to meditate during this time and I’m sure people thought We were crazy because I just loved that. I loved watching him drop into that place and the feeling of peace over both of us. Finn likes to serve Me then, it makes him feel useful and it makes Me feel special. Yes.. that quiet time after an intense session with a pet is priceless.
Ok.. False alarm….
Whewwwwwwwwwww it’s ok..
I didn’t get Boring!
Fuck that scared Me….
Kiss kiss
Ky
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