That blog topic is coming so get ready for a searing, scathing rant but this isn't about that.
My lunch with lethrs was wonderfully relaxing and enjoyable as it usually is. he can be very pervicacious when it comes to sharing about himself and I spend most of the lunch pulling info out of him. I think for lethrs being prodded for information about himself is a little like being put on the cross and whipped. It's a love/hate kinda thing. he's not comfortable talking about himself but he's happy to know that the Mistress is interested. he knows he has to tell me because he knows I won't give up until I'm satisfied I have the information I want. he also knows that if I get irritated with him, that I might find some creative way to do just that.
I also think it's so wonderful that if you are creative, there are so many ways to get a little "control".
As you can see from the picture here, lethrs managed to "irritate" me enough that I felt it necessary to remind him just WHO his lunch partner was. I had the ribbon in My little little purse because I wanted to tie it on a present that I was going to purchase for a friend when I left our afternoon together. I quickly decided that the ribbon could lend itself to the cause nicely and tied him in them one hand at a time. I did not escape My notice that lethrs attention kept straying to My breasts which I found amusing but it did not bother Me. After all, sluts will be sluts. It does however create a problem if they cannot concentrate on what I want them to do... so lethrs has a few "lessons" coming up. finn suffers from this "breast attention Deficit Disorder" as well.
As a gift to Myself and a bit of further torture for lethrs I commanded him to write to be about our "lunches" and not to cheat Us of his thoughts by making it too succinct. It's such a sweet rambling of words that I HAD to share it.... here it is. Please use the link to the message board to comment as I'm SURE that lethrs would adore reading your thoughts and comments on his afternoon with Me.
LETHRS AFTERNOON WITH MISTRESS KYTHEREA
From outward appearances, it's a pretty normal late lunch. Two people--they look like they could be friends are seated opposite each other in the back of a Japanese restaurant in Lake Success. A plate of assorted sushi between. But then, if you are looking closely at this table, some of the signs that appearances could be deceiving are evident.
As he reaches for a piece of the spicy tuna-crunchy style (its to Her liking) there is a blue ribbon tied around his wrist. Certainly not in keeping with a business casual appearance. As he reaches for a sip of water with his other hand, there is another ribbon.
Such are the pratfalls (this word choice may need some more thought) when this boy has the opportunity to dine with his Mistress.
Just how I got to this point, with a threat from Mistress that one more wise-ass remark and I would have to figure out how to use chop-sticks with my wrists tied together-is a long and winding road.
This was the third time this boy met Mistress Kytherea for lunch--She picked the sushi place largely because She knew where it was. By now, its simply O/our sushi place. The first two times Mistress allowed this boy to dine with Her were several months ago--the last time She was in the job market. As it turns out, once again She is seeking work--and this boy has been able to re-re-re-connect with his Mistress.
Mistress and this boy have a long and somewhat winding history. She took a boy in years ago when both of us lived in the southwest. At the time, a boy was learning the ways of Gor, and Mistress allowed him to don Her steel. Through the years, Mistress and a boy relocated several times, and were in and out of touch.
At the end of 2005, Mistress and a boy realized they were close together (geographically), and there was still some of the online attraction at work--and a first lunch meeting was arranged. Now this boy and his Mistress had chatted off and on for more than five years--but She had never allowed him the honor of a meeting (the reality is that geography made it tough). With his nerves bunched up, a boy checked mapquest and headed out to meet (finally) his Mistress.
Knowing appearances and first impressions are important, this boy made sure he was there in time to scan the menu, check out the restaurant and be at ease with the environment. Here is probably a good time to point out that while this boy has been chatting with Mistress for a long time--as he does with other Dommes and subs--he rarely meets. Unlike Mistress Kytherea, this boy is very much in the closet with his kinky side. It's with a steeling of himself internally he set off on this lunch date.
It was mid-February in New York the day of that first lunch meeting with Mistress. And a boy remembers, it was cold. But patiently he stood outside, knowing in his mind he wanted to make sure he greeted his Mistress with a warm smile and be able to hold the door open for Her--first impressions. A boy has to admit, when he saw Mistress walking across the parking lot, he took a deep breath--knowing there was no turning back now. With what he hoped was not a forced smile on his face, he approached Her and with a somewhat nervous (and somewhat just plain cold) greeting finally said hello to his Mistress face to face for the first time.
In what would help put the boy at ease for the afternoon meeting, Mistress immediately noted how cold the boy's skin was and showed him a warm smile--recognizing he had been waiting for Her outside. First impressions--can't change them.
As we entered the restaurant, Mistress took charge--not surprising is it--and steered us to the back of the place. This has now become O/our table. At each of O/our lunches, we have sat in the same place. Today, it was by specific request--more realistically at Mistress' instruction.
As we went through the sushi menu, Mistress and a boy made some easy talk--how cold its been, how long had we been chatting etc. This boy should admit here that there were people on either side of us, and an open discussion of D/s made a boy uncomfortable. While a boy is not completely sure, he feels pretty confident in saying Mistress sensed this discomfort--and pressed on. A boy was instructed about addressing Mistress, making eye contact and guided to expectations.
After some consultation, at Mistress' suggestion yellow tail roll and salmon roll were to be ordered. A boy recommended spicy tuna roll. Mistress concurred, and She ordered when the waiter returned. In what would become a boy's first missed opportunity--although it was not missed until the next time Mistress and a boy dined, the boy let his attention drift--and the order was not committed to memory.
By the end of lunch, while a boy was not at ease with openly chatting about D/s as Mistress was (and is), certainly he was able to hold up his end of the conversation. As he left his Mistress, his thoughts turned to when he could meet Her again.
It was a couple of weeks later--and still cold. Time was found to get more sushi. So once again they met at the place. A boy waited outside again for Mistress and greeted Her. Mistress again was appreciative. When we arrived at what is now O/our table, –Mistress suggested something in the rear, we settled in.
As a boy lifted a menu, Mistress batted it down, and told a boy to order what W/we had the last time because –it was so good. After stumbling around, a boy had to admit to not remembering, –since it was spring training time a boy thought-strike one to himself.
Mistress allowed a boy first to look through the menu, then with some help "reminded"” him of what She wanted. A mental note was madeÂ, first impressions are good, but detail is more important.
With lunch ordered, a boy looked at his watch. Strike two. Mistress told this boy of how She took her slave finn's watch because he looked at it without permission. A boy now knew he needed to get past his issues –and become at ease with saying, "Mistress" in public to Her, –and being Her slave before Her.
Some of the hesitancy a boy realized to himself is that often he spends time at work chatting with Mistress on gmail chat. Mistress has been kind enough to recognize the corporate setting where a boy works, and allows him some leniency. When not at work, a boy tries hard (perhaps too hard) to make up for those liberties he is allowed. This boy thinks it may also cause him some problems in switching into full slave mode, –but certainly being able to spend some time with Mistress at work is far better than shutting down during the working day and hoping to be a worthy slave only during off hours.
At any rate, two strikes down, and lunch had yet to arrive. This boy slipped into behavior that Mistress likens to Her slave finn's over-thinking what he is about to say. Trying to make sure his every word is measured. A boy realized then that Mistress misses very little.
Strike three would come anyway. As we were parting in the parking lot, I have to admit to not fully remembering all of the details, Mistress instructed a boy to remove his underwear when he got back to the office. What a boy did not do though is ask Mistress when he could put them back on. A boy spent his ride home without his underwear, begging Mistress to allow him to wear his underwear to the gym that night. Strike three. A boy had to deal, underwear was ok at the gym, –but forbidden at other times for a week.
Another lesson learned.
Mistress ended up taking a job in the city. A boy does not get into the city much. But from time to time, a boy tried as best he could to keep up with Mistress –by reading Her blog, chatting when he could, visiting the palace. Not as pleasant as sushi meetings, but still better than nothing.
Shortly after Her returning from a family event, Mistress learned She was out of a job again. A boy has been (hopefully) helping Mistress by sending job leads, and being supportive. Mistress is planning some web business opportunities, –something this one knows something about.
At the start of the week, Mistress asked this boy if he would like to accompany Her to a new dungeon in Brooklyn. A boy should admit here and now that going to a dungeon, –for him, –is not an easy thing to do. Its part of that being on the fringe, –not completely at ease. With that said though, this boy was eager to attend his Mistress at this event.
A boy knows, his biggest problem is just getting in the door. Once he is there, he is fine, at ease and can actually let his guard down to have fun. Its similar to his gym routine each morning. Just getting the feet on the floor is the toughest part.
This time though, it was not sucking up the courage to get into a car. A boy was undone by commitments in his house:
Mistress,
a boy's wife is planning a family event for this weekend--apparently the in-laws and her sister are coming out on friday afternoon.
it is with deep regrets Mistress that a boy must profess that he can not attend to his Mistress friday night.
a boy
That is the email a boy sent to his Mistress Wednesday night. Mistress suggested lunch. A boy eager to be with his Mistress, –especially after such a long time quickly said yes. Then he was able to arrange his day so that if Mistress would allow a late lunch, it was Her time. He had no pulls upon him until the early evening.
What is Mistress like at a club? A boy has never "played" with Mistress, something he has thought about. What is She like? A boy knows She is careful and well planned, but does not have that experience. In a lot of ways, its like getting to the club for this boy, he has to undress and crawl to Her. Once there, he will be fine.
Arriving at the sushi place early enough to greet his Mistress, a boy felt good about the meeting.
A funny thing happened though in all that preparation–as is normally the case Mistress called a boy when She was nearing the location. A boy was outside, awaiting Her arrival and asking Her if She would like for him to go in and secure “the table or await Her arrival outside. A woman walking by a boy interjected herself into his conversation with Mistress. This boy knows not to allow his focus to wane when speaking with Mistress.
Gratefully, Mistress found some humor in the incident, and She led the way to the usual table. Now a boy must admit, seeing Mistress after several months was very easy. Mistress was wearing a pink sweater over a pink shirt. Now it is probably not wise for a boy to notice, or admit to noticing, but MistressÂ' nipples were clearly evident through Her shirt. A boy knew he would now have to focus, not be drawn to them, –and be attentive to Her. Still at different points a boy will admit, he did think about it.
After reviewing the order, and adding eel roll to the list of regular sushi, conversation started. When a boy is at ease, and not thinking through his words before saying them, –he has the ability to be a wise ass. Strike one, –his mouth got ahead of his head, and wrist one was “bound with a blue ribbon. "The ties that bind,"” a boy commented. Mistress' eyes lit up as She concurred, and finished slipping the ribbon on his wrist.
Some more conversation–and strike two. A boy was a bit flippant when Mistress noted he has quite the load of keys on his key chain. A boy knew there was a second ribbon, and extended his hand. As Mistress tied this one, the boy noted there were no more ribbons obvious, and Mistress stated it will be tough to eat sushi with wrist bound together.
As the sushi arrived, a boy must admit the feeling of knowing that he was wearing a sign of submission before his Mistress had its affect. A boy felt tied to his Mistress by these two ribbons, –and Mistress was now asking a lot of questions about a boy's vanilla life...his wife...their story...a little about his love life.
A boy is not one to open up and talk about these things on his own...and certainly is not at ease talking about it. With some gentle--–and not so gentle-- reminders,that if Mistress was interested, then a boy shall open up –the story of how he met his wife, their first three dates, how he proposed unfolded. With each sip of water (or tea), and each piece of sushi, a boy noted the ribbons, and knew his place. It became somewhat easy to talk to Mistress, and answer Her questions.
Then came a thought of unease, should a boy be asking Mistress about Her story? he knows some of Her husband, and their relationship, –certainly not a lot though. The conscious decision was to be talkative, try to be engaging, –don't be a wise ass again, and hope for the best.
Mistress ended up opening up some about Her husband, so the take away for this boy is that it was a good decision.
As the restaurant closed for its between lunch and dinner break around us, Mistress led us from the table. A boy knew he was still wearing the blue ribbons, but was no longer concerned about the appearance to others. They were his badges for this moment of his Mistress. He also had already thought through the way he would ask Mistress about when and how to remove them, and what he should do with them once removed. A lesson learned from his underwear....
Mistress has a new car, and wanted to show it off, so a boy climbed in and after a few minutes, Mistress drove through the parking lot. Instructions on the removal of the ribbons (they were to be tied about a boy's cock, removed after dinner and then stored for Mistress) were established and Mistress leaned over to say goodbye.
Between the nipples, ribbons and general feeling of submissive lust a boy almost forgot his place as Mistress was saying goodbye. Reflexively a boy pulled away, –which was a fight to his urge to reach to Mistress, –perhaps over the next few days a boy will get a better handle on the next steps...
