I want, I need

Her body, her scent, her warmth and her love.

I also need her body to spank, tie up, tease and deny. I want to smell her desire, desire for me and desire for more pain, beg to be spanked, crave to be tied up, whimper when teased and denied. I need to see how I affect her, make her gasp and moan, simper and hold back the tears, beg me with her eyes. And I want her love for me as her dominant, to worship me, serve me, kneel at my feet, massage my feet, kiss my pussy and look up at me with adoring eyes and I orgasm time and again.

My wants, my needs. Soon to be fulfilled.

Constant craving

She kneels before me, head bowed. It's been weeks since we were last together. Her curly red hair is tied back into a pony tail just how she knows I like it. She is scantily clad, her pale white flesh on show. I know she will wait for as long as I want, until her legs become numb and her knees ache. Her hands are clasped behind her back and her breathing is slow and steady. Though I know her heart is beating hard, the adrenalin starting to flow inside her. She has had her instructions. I know she will have prepared, read her sub books to get into the right mind set. And now before me, I know what is in her mind.

She craves my touch upon her hair, upon her skin. To feel that blessed connection between us. To submit to me, willingly, completely, with trust and love. I reach down to stroke her hair. She leans imperceptibly into my touch. My hand moves down her hair and I pause to grasp her pony tail. For a few seconds I twist it between my fingers, tug it, testing her. She doesn't flinch knowing that she is mine to do as I please. I let go of her hair, instead I run my hand over her shoulders, stroking her pale soft skin lightly. She shudders, unable to control her body. I smile.

I pat my lap. Silently she shuffles forward and lays her head gently upon my lap. For a while I am content to stroke her luscious hair, trail my fingers down her neck and play with her pony tail. She lets out a contented sigh. Contentment derived from the physical contact I allow her. To be close to me. My mind is racing as much as hers. I have plans, lots of them. I glance behind me at the toys I have laid out on the bed. Her mind is racing at the anticipation, the unknown, the secrets locked in my mind that will be revealed to her soon.
'Have you missed me?' I say.
'Yes my Lady.' She says. And I know it to be true.
'What do you miss about me hussy?' I ask her. There are a few moments of silence. I know there are so many things she misses, more than that, she craves for.
'Your touch, your scent, the sound of your voice, the sight of you. You make me complete my Lady.'

I nod with approval at her words.
'And what will you do for me hussy? I ask.
'Anything my Lady. I only wish to serve you.' She replies. Now it is my turn to sigh. I love that she loves to serve me. That there are things she has a deep desire and longing to do for me. To give me pleasure. I bid her to stand. She does so still with her head bowed. I stand up too and walk round her, inspect her. I always do this. It helps the tension between us, raise the level of expectancy. Soon I will inspect her intimately, ensure she has obeyed my instructions. I glance again at the toys laid out on my bed. I smile as I look at the simple toys - blindfold, restraints, slipper, hairbrush, butt plugs, flogger, nipple clamps. All of these things she craves. The exquisite pain I give her. The exquisite pleasure she gives me in return. After I have flogged and spanked her, played with her body until she mews and moans through her gag, a gag which is her own wet panties - then I will satisfy my own craving. The feel of her lips and tongue upon my body as she worships me. Kisses my body, wherever I tell her, for as long I want it, without question. She craves to give me this attention as much as I desire it. Her ultimate submission to me.

A Broken Plate

Daniel had been married two years to Lucy. It was his second marriage and Lucy’s first. Daniel knew he had a wandering eye even though he loved Lucy very much. He didn’t want to make the same mistake he’d made with his first wife. Daniel hankered to be dominated but was scared to speak his desires. He wanted to call Lucy ‘mistress’ or (as he sometimes dreamed) ‘mummy’. A mistress or mommy that would discipline him, spank him when he needed it, cuddle him when he was good and (if he was really lucky) place him in chastity. This was because when his eyes had wandered and found Lucy, his first wife naturally left him. Daniel didn’t want to repeat this with Lucy. His precious Lucy. A luscious red head, with a curvy figure who stood about half his towering height. He simply melted whenever she walked into a room. But his dick always ruled his head. There had been too many temptations at work recently with a plethora of new temp girls. All long legs, short skirts and high heels. Daniel knew there was only one way to stop his cock and that was for Lucy to have him on a very short leash. He just didn’t know how to tell her and feared she would either laugh or run for the hills.

Fate intervened. As they often did, Daniel and Lucy were having a few friends over for a dinner soiree. Lucy loved to cook and Daniel looked forward to evenings with convivial friends. On this particular Friday night, Daniel and Lucy were in the kitchen getting ready to take dinner out to their friends. Lucy always served the main meal on an old china platter which had been passed down through her family for several generations. Lucy had just cleaned it and passed it to Daniel to wipe dry. As Daniel did so it slipped from his fingers. In pure horror, Daniel watched it fall to the floor and smash. Smash into tiny pieces, impossible to put back together. Silence. Daniel looked at his wife in horror.
‘Daniel!’ Lucy cried. She looked at the pieces littering the floor.
‘I’m so sorry Lucy.’ Daniel said then suddenly the words slipped from his mouth as easily as the platter had done from his fingers. ‘May be you should spank me.’ Lucy looked at her husband. Daniel gulped and immediately regretted his mouth running away with him. He saw the look of ire and anger leave Lucy’s eyes and be replaced with shock, then… Actually he didn’t know what he saw. He couldn’t read Lucy’s eyes but saw her visibly stand taller in her heeled shoes, her back get a little straighter. Daniel gulped again.
‘May be I should.’ Lucy said softly and Daniel thought he was hearing things. ‘Clear this up.’ Lucy finished.

She didn’t say please. She just instructed him. Daniel nodded and bent down to clear away the debris. Lucy stepped around him and continued with the dinner. She told him what to do clearly and quite sharply. Daniel felt his cock stir as Lucy seemed to change towards him. But not another word was spoken as they had dinner with their friends. All the while Daniel’s mind raced to when the house was empty. Would Lucy spank him? If so what with? Her hand, a slipper, hair brush or something else? Would it be over her knee or over a chair? The excitement of punishment and discipline at the hands of his wife almost made his cock combust in his pants. Lucy’s voice cut through his daydreaming as she told him to take out the coffee. Daniel did so. It was all he could do not to say Mistress to her. Patiently he sat through coffee and small talk until their friends left for the evening. Without another word, he and Lucy cleared up in silence yet Daniel felt his tummy flutter with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

The kitchen was clean, the dining room tidy. Daniel poured himself a shot of whiskey for courage. Why he didn’t know. He felt it burn down his throat and was just pouring another when he heard heels on the stone kitchen floor. Daniel turned, glass to his lips.
‘Put that down.’ Lucy said sternly. Daniel placed the glass on the counter top. ‘Come with me.’ She turned on her heels. Daniel followed her into the living room. He stopped when he saw that Lucy had prepared for him. A lone chair graced the middle of the living room. On the chair was a hair brush. Daniel thought his cock would explode. Instead he looked down at the carpet.
‘Do you really want this?’ Lucy asked. Daniel nodded. ‘How long have you felt like this Daniel?’ Daniel felt his throat go dry but somehow found his voice.
‘For a long time Lucy but I’ve never had the guts to tell you.’ Daniel glanced up at his wife. ‘I understand if you don’t want to.’
‘Do you just want to be spanked?’ Lucy asked him.
‘I want you to discipline me, own me so that I can’t stray.’ Daniel admitted.
‘But I trust you Daniel. I love you.’ Lucy replied.
‘My cock rules my head Lucy and I’m frightened it will lead me astray.’
‘Don’t you love me?’ Lucy asked. Daniel sighed.
‘Yes Lucy I love you. But I have desires, needs that only you can fulfil. I need to be told what to do and I think I need to be put in chastity.’ There he’d said it now. Lucy raised an eyebrow. ‘I want you to dominate me, I want to call you mistress or mummy. Spank me when I’m naughty, praise me when I’m good and own my cock so I’m yours and yours only.’

Daniel expected Lucy to laugh but she did nothing. She stood with her arms folded staring at him. She seemed to glow with excitement. ‘Well let’s start off with your punishment for breaking my precious serving plate.’
‘Yes Lucy.’ Daniel murmured. Lucy sat down on the chair and picked up the hair brush. ‘Come here boy.’ Lucy waggled a finger at him. Daniel hurried over to her. ‘Drop your trousers.’ Daniel unbuckled his belt and lowered the zip so that his trousers fell to the floor at his ankles. ‘Step out of them.’ Daniel stepped out of them and put them aside. ‘Now over my lap boy.’ Daniel positioned himself over his wife’s lap. He placed his arms out to balance himself. He felt Lucy stroke his bum through his briefs. ‘Now I’m going to spank you boy. I want you to count each one.’
‘Yes Lucy.’ Daniel replied and steeled himself. The wooden hair brush was large and flat.

The first few smacks were less than he expected, tentative and testing. But even so, he felt a sense of peace flood his senses as Lucy continued to spank him. As he counted, so the spanks became harder. He gasped and felt the sting keenly as Lucy spanked him through his briefs but his cock grew. When he had counted twenty Lucy stopped. Daniel was surprised that he didn’t want his wife to stop. He wasn’t in too much pain but knew his cheeks would be red. Lucy yanked his briefs roughly down his thighs and his hard on was exposed. Daniel had the decency to blush so his face matched his bum cheeks.
‘You bad boy.’ Lucy chastised him.
‘Yes Lucy.’ Daniel mumbled. ‘I’m sorry Lucy.’
‘I think I will have to punish you again.’ Lucy said and this time Daniel knew she wouldn’t be so hesitant. The wood smacked his sore skin and after another twenty he felt the first tears sting his eyes. His cock however wouldn’t behave. Lucy paused and then Daniel yelped out loud as he felt the bristles drag across his pained skin.
‘That’s for being a bad boy with a naughty cock.’ Lucy taunted him. Daniel sniffed back the tears as Lucy spanked him hard again for another twenty before dragging the bristles across his bum again. Then he heard the brush drop to the floor.
‘Get up.’ Lucy said. Daniel lifted himself up and stood before his wife. At least his cock had obeyed and gone down to half mast. He put his hands behind his back and stared down at the carpet suitably chastised. ‘Now what do you have to say boy?’

Lucy stared at her husband. Daniel went down onto his knees and kissed her hand, thanking her for his punishment. Lucy felt her pussy scream at her. She wished Daniel had told her about his desires a long time ago. She wasn’t stupid. She knew that Daniel may have a tendency to stray after all that’s how they’d met. She’d read up on male chastity a long time ago and had secretly wanted to do it to her husband. She trusted him but wanted Daniel to know who owned his manhood. The spanking had been an unexpected twist and a pleasure. Now he was on his knees before her, thanking her for spanking him. She allowed herself a wry smile. So this is what Daniel wanted. If Daniel wanted to hand over his power to her, then she would gladly take the reins. This was only the start.

Because I Can

When we are alone, and no one can hear
I can do as I please
Make you suck my fingers when they're covered in your juices
Kiss my shoes
Lick my boots
Kneel for as long as I wish
Blindfold & gag you
Tease and deny you
Make you worship me
Kiss my bum
Kiss my feet
Serve me as my maid
Fetch and carry
Help to maintain my body
Bind your hands and feet
Tickle you
Spank you
Punish you

I can do all these things and more, because I can...

Crop

You know it's coming.  You steady yourself on the stool, holding it tight between your clenched fingers.  I warm your skin first, smacking you with my hand.  Then I take my riding crop.  I give it a swipe through the air.  It feels good.  I know how many strokes you will get, you don't.  I know how many you can take, and then just a few more.  It fizzes through the air and the first strokes land on your milky bum which has a rosy glow.  The sound of the slap and snap of the crop excites me.  You flinch and take a deep intake of breath but count out each stroke.  At first you seem to cope well.  I keep the strokes slow and even, making sure each one is felt as keenly as the next.  Your bum turns from rosy pink to a deep red, the crop marks begin to show.  It excites me even more.  For this is your delicious punishment and it has been waiting long weeks to happen.  I continue as you count through twenty.  Your voice changes.  I can hear the pain in your voice.  Are you crying?  Do you want to beg forgiveness and for me to stop?  You know it's not your place to do that.  The last ten.  I make them hard, make them count as you announce each one.  I know it stings, hurts.  Your arms and body shake, your head rises and falls as your silent agonies take hold.  But you will not fail.  If you do, it will only start again.  The final blows land squarely on your ripe, round bottom.  The sound fills the air around us.  You have to breathe, pause, compose yourself before you speak the count.  Then it is over.  You are absolved.  I make you kneel, kneel so your bum rests heavily on your feet, pressing into your pained flesh.  I stroke your hair.  You took your punishment well.  And we both know you will see the crop again.

Gag

Your mouth needs it, deserves it, craves it. And I have the perfect thing. It makes you blush, and tremble with excitement at the same time. It's simple, used everyday by everyone whatever their gender. I know it embarrasses and humiliates you at the same time. I get a thrill and a buzz when I gag you with it. Once you're restrained and at my mercy, there is nothing you can do to prevent it happening. I take it and wipe it across your sopping pussy, knowing it will soak up your juices. I smile as I tell you to open your mouth, your eyes wide with a mixture of fear and arousal. I gag you. You breath heavily through your nose just staring up at me. You look so pretty with your gag. And you know it's your own panties that hang almost seductively from your rosy lips. Black silk panties that smell of you, taste of you and now are part of you. So simple, so effective, so erotic.

Kneel

She does so, showing me her bare bum. So white, a milky white that almost seems to glow. Her bottom is round and full, plump and soft. It almost begs to be smacked. She knows what's coming. Five weeks of waiting for this moment. For her body to accept the physical, her mind to prepare. Counting down the weeks until they are days and then hours and minutes. She trembles on the floor before me, arms outstretched in supplication. My forgiveness comes from my crop. The virgin crop which will be deflowered on her bare skin. That white, milky skin that will glow and show the marks of her punishment. I know what she's thinking. How many, how hard, how long will it take? Will it be fast or slow? Will I cry? Am I strong enough to take it? Am I good enough for my Lady? Inside, I will enjoy giving the punishment. A part of me always does. That secret yearning to make her cry, make her say 'thank you' for every stroke, want her to know that she needs to be punished, accept and embrace it. I make her kneel and I smile.