Sub to Sub Punishment
My Domme has been out of town this week. She received a call Monday morning and flew to New York to meet a client. Sometimes it blows me away how much money is out there to be made in the world of professional domination. Besides paying for her airfare, ground transportation, and food; she received $2000 a day to dominate a wealthy CEO. She came back with a stack of money Friday night, and I got a text to pick her up at the airport.
She's into the whole "sub as a chauffeur" thing. She sees it as another perk to the lifestyle. I met her at the airport and loaded her bags in my car. While her luggage contained some vanilla outfits, it was mostly fetishwear and bondage gear. I wonder if she ever has trouble with airport security? She takes a lot of devices with her that I would think would trigger the alarms. Maybe they see the dildos packed in there, too, and realize what her profession is. I don't know, but I do know that her suitcases are damn heavy. I'm sure she had to pay for excess baggage to get everything there and back.
I drove her home and helped her unpack. She was a bit of a chatterbox about her trip, and I listened attentively to her travel stories. She loves New York, and told me she would enjoy living there one day. She thinks should could make double the money that she makes in Dallas, and she'd also have opportunities to do high dollar fetish modeling and videos.
I would consider her a profit motivated businesswoman as there are very few things that she won't do if the price is right. For this particular client, it meant urinating on him at every opportunity. Apparently there a lot of pro Dommes who draw the line with golden showers, but my Domme says it's no big deal. For her the bigger deal is to act like she's into it. In situations like this she's as much of an actress as any Hollywood starlet. She imagines herself in the role and then plays it out. This week she has played the role of "Piss Goddess" and I'm quite certain her client got his money's worth. Once she embraces the role, she all in.
I let her know that while she was gone she received about 20 inquiries for her services from her various sites that I monitor. 20 inquiries doesn't mean that she'll actually have 20 new clients. Most of the men who send emails wind up jacking off and never follow up (at least until they're horny again). She's given me web credentials so that I can respond to any and all messages to save her valuable time. They think they're talking to her, but lately I've been the one doing a lot of her scheduling.
She asked me to get her a glass of wine and I did. I get a little nervous when she imbibes. When she has a drink she tends to be more bitchy towards me. It's sort of a magic elixir that releases her inner Domme. After a couple of glasses of wine her whole persona changes. Everything about her is more intense when she's under the influence, and her mind works at the rate of a million miles per second. After her first sip of wine, New York was gone. She turned to focus her dominant energy on me.
She started asking me questions about my feelings toward her young submissive (refer to "Third Wheel" post from last entry). I knew there were no correct or incorrect answers, because she was going to find fault with any response I gave her. I answered her truthfully that I am attracted to her, but that I don't need her in the same way that I need a Domme. Then came the $100,000 question, "do you want to fuck her?" I stuttered for a moment, then responded that I did. She shook her head and I felt her eyes burning through me.
She told me that her sub felt the same way about me, but that the thought of us fucking was repulsive to her. Strange, I thought. A week ago she brings us both together, orders us to undress, and lick each other for two hours or more at her command. Why is fucking so different?
She was done with me for the moment. She asked me if I had time to come over Saturday afternoon, and I told her I did. She dismissed me and I went home wondering what the hell she had in mind.
When I arrived at her place on Saturday I knew something bad was about to happen. I could hear her yelling when I knocked at the front door. Apparently they were having an argument, which is odd to me. A submissive generally does what a dominant says without question. That's kind of the way it works. No objections, just acquiesce to your dominant. That's what power exchange is. You give up control to appease the wishes and desires of your dominant.
She let me in and I felt pure ice. She told me to go to the living room and sit on the couch next her other submissive. She told us to both shut up while she talked.
We were read the riot act. She told us we were selfish, and that we could easily be replaced. If we wanted to go fuck, then we should get the hell out of her home and never come back. I didn't say a word, but her female sub responded a couple of times in a mouthy way. Bad move, I thought. Best take your medicine and leave it at that. Real Dommes don't take shit, and I knew one or both of us were going to get punished hard.
She ordered my counterpart to remove her clothing and bend over the living room chair. My Domme ordered me to stand behind her. She disappeared for a moment and when she walked back I could hear the swishing of her rattan cane in the air announcing her arrival. To my utter amazement she handed the cane to me. I looked at her incredulously. What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?
She told me that I was going to deliver 50 blows with the cane to her sub's bottom. I looked at her with pleading eyes, but found no comfort in her countenance. There was nothing but resolve on her face. She told me to get started, and her female sub would count out loud after each blow thanking her Mistress, but not me.
This was about the worst punishment I could have envisioned. People who know me understand that I could never hurt a flea. The idea of inflicting pain on someone else is disgusting to me. To make matters worse, I would be hurting someone I really liked.
I turned toward the beautiful milky white ass d****d over the chair and took aim. I hit her lightly a few times with the cane, and my Domme took it away from me and demonstrated with three hard rapid fire blows that raised immediate marks on the target. She instructed me to snap my wrist when making contact so the cane has greater force on her ass. She also said that if I didn't try harder my punishment would be double.
She handed the cane back to me, and I noticed that her sub was already crying. The tears had nothing to do with pain. She's a hard core masochist like me. She just wasn't going to get her way.
I had never done it before, but I did as my Mistress told me. After about thirty strokes I started to feel sorry for the person I was beating. A sub hitting another sub is about the most unnatural act of nature. The last twenty were harder for me than the person I was whipping. I was horrified at the marks I was creating on her body. I wish I could have taken that pain for her.
When I was done, I was shaking. I handed the cane back to my Domme, and apologized sincerely to her. I will not have thoughts of fucking her sub, just don't make me hurt her again. I started to unbuckle my trousers for my ass busting, but my Mistress told me to stop. She was performing another mind fuck. One sub gets punished, the other gets off scot- free. My ass shows no evidence of punishment today.
I was ordered to leave, but before I left I made eye contact with her female sub. She scowled at me, so I guess the punishment was effective.
I didn't get a minute of sleep last night. I'm feeling guilty about what I did to her sub. I wonder how she feels about the whole episode?
She's into the whole "sub as a chauffeur" thing. She sees it as another perk to the lifestyle. I met her at the airport and loaded her bags in my car. While her luggage contained some vanilla outfits, it was mostly fetishwear and bondage gear. I wonder if she ever has trouble with airport security? She takes a lot of devices with her that I would think would trigger the alarms. Maybe they see the dildos packed in there, too, and realize what her profession is. I don't know, but I do know that her suitcases are damn heavy. I'm sure she had to pay for excess baggage to get everything there and back.
I drove her home and helped her unpack. She was a bit of a chatterbox about her trip, and I listened attentively to her travel stories. She loves New York, and told me she would enjoy living there one day. She thinks should could make double the money that she makes in Dallas, and she'd also have opportunities to do high dollar fetish modeling and videos.
I would consider her a profit motivated businesswoman as there are very few things that she won't do if the price is right. For this particular client, it meant urinating on him at every opportunity. Apparently there a lot of pro Dommes who draw the line with golden showers, but my Domme says it's no big deal. For her the bigger deal is to act like she's into it. In situations like this she's as much of an actress as any Hollywood starlet. She imagines herself in the role and then plays it out. This week she has played the role of "Piss Goddess" and I'm quite certain her client got his money's worth. Once she embraces the role, she all in.
I let her know that while she was gone she received about 20 inquiries for her services from her various sites that I monitor. 20 inquiries doesn't mean that she'll actually have 20 new clients. Most of the men who send emails wind up jacking off and never follow up (at least until they're horny again). She's given me web credentials so that I can respond to any and all messages to save her valuable time. They think they're talking to her, but lately I've been the one doing a lot of her scheduling.
She asked me to get her a glass of wine and I did. I get a little nervous when she imbibes. When she has a drink she tends to be more bitchy towards me. It's sort of a magic elixir that releases her inner Domme. After a couple of glasses of wine her whole persona changes. Everything about her is more intense when she's under the influence, and her mind works at the rate of a million miles per second. After her first sip of wine, New York was gone. She turned to focus her dominant energy on me.
She started asking me questions about my feelings toward her young submissive (refer to "Third Wheel" post from last entry). I knew there were no correct or incorrect answers, because she was going to find fault with any response I gave her. I answered her truthfully that I am attracted to her, but that I don't need her in the same way that I need a Domme. Then came the $100,000 question, "do you want to fuck her?" I stuttered for a moment, then responded that I did. She shook her head and I felt her eyes burning through me.
She told me that her sub felt the same way about me, but that the thought of us fucking was repulsive to her. Strange, I thought. A week ago she brings us both together, orders us to undress, and lick each other for two hours or more at her command. Why is fucking so different?
She was done with me for the moment. She asked me if I had time to come over Saturday afternoon, and I told her I did. She dismissed me and I went home wondering what the hell she had in mind.
When I arrived at her place on Saturday I knew something bad was about to happen. I could hear her yelling when I knocked at the front door. Apparently they were having an argument, which is odd to me. A submissive generally does what a dominant says without question. That's kind of the way it works. No objections, just acquiesce to your dominant. That's what power exchange is. You give up control to appease the wishes and desires of your dominant.
She let me in and I felt pure ice. She told me to go to the living room and sit on the couch next her other submissive. She told us to both shut up while she talked.
We were read the riot act. She told us we were selfish, and that we could easily be replaced. If we wanted to go fuck, then we should get the hell out of her home and never come back. I didn't say a word, but her female sub responded a couple of times in a mouthy way. Bad move, I thought. Best take your medicine and leave it at that. Real Dommes don't take shit, and I knew one or both of us were going to get punished hard.
She ordered my counterpart to remove her clothing and bend over the living room chair. My Domme ordered me to stand behind her. She disappeared for a moment and when she walked back I could hear the swishing of her rattan cane in the air announcing her arrival. To my utter amazement she handed the cane to me. I looked at her incredulously. What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?
She told me that I was going to deliver 50 blows with the cane to her sub's bottom. I looked at her with pleading eyes, but found no comfort in her countenance. There was nothing but resolve on her face. She told me to get started, and her female sub would count out loud after each blow thanking her Mistress, but not me.
This was about the worst punishment I could have envisioned. People who know me understand that I could never hurt a flea. The idea of inflicting pain on someone else is disgusting to me. To make matters worse, I would be hurting someone I really liked.
I turned toward the beautiful milky white ass d****d over the chair and took aim. I hit her lightly a few times with the cane, and my Domme took it away from me and demonstrated with three hard rapid fire blows that raised immediate marks on the target. She instructed me to snap my wrist when making contact so the cane has greater force on her ass. She also said that if I didn't try harder my punishment would be double.
She handed the cane back to me, and I noticed that her sub was already crying. The tears had nothing to do with pain. She's a hard core masochist like me. She just wasn't going to get her way.
I had never done it before, but I did as my Mistress told me. After about thirty strokes I started to feel sorry for the person I was beating. A sub hitting another sub is about the most unnatural act of nature. The last twenty were harder for me than the person I was whipping. I was horrified at the marks I was creating on her body. I wish I could have taken that pain for her.
When I was done, I was shaking. I handed the cane back to my Domme, and apologized sincerely to her. I will not have thoughts of fucking her sub, just don't make me hurt her again. I started to unbuckle my trousers for my ass busting, but my Mistress told me to stop. She was performing another mind fuck. One sub gets punished, the other gets off scot- free. My ass shows no evidence of punishment today.
I was ordered to leave, but before I left I made eye contact with her female sub. She scowled at me, so I guess the punishment was effective.
I didn't get a minute of sleep last night. I'm feeling guilty about what I did to her sub. I wonder how she feels about the whole episode?
7 年 前