Ruined Weekend

Ruined weekend

I was so excited. My girlfriend Tanith and I were going to go to the movies, then dinner, and then almost certainly some physical intimacy would follow. We were going to have a great weekend, she had said, and I was really looking forward to it as I drove home to her.

When I arrived, I found her sitting in a provocative pose, but I also knew, this pose meant trouble for me. She only showed her feet like this when I was to be punished.

“Oh no,” I said. “What did I do?”

“It’s good you’ve already accepted you’re at fault,” Tanith told me. “Get over here and kiss my feet while I explain to you why you’re being punished.”

I started to move toward her, but her eyes flashed. “Naked, little boy!”

I halted, and stripped. I sank to my knees beside the table and put my lips to the lowest part of her. She actually caressed my head as I obeyed, my hands behind my back - no touching while I was kissing her feet.

“Do you remember your morning line assignment?” Tanith asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said. “I wrote ‘I will behave myself this weekend for Miss Tanith,’ 100 times.”

“Hmmm,” she said. “That was your assignment. But you actually only wrote the line 99 times. That, to me, is a direct challenge to my authority and position as your Lady. Now, you will have to be severely punished.”

“It was just an oversight,” I said, stammering, between kisses of her magnificent feet. “I just made a mistake.”

“You aren’t allowed to make mistakes,” Tanith said. “And you know it. So, when I am happy with what you’re doing to my feet, you will be tied up. Then, over my lap for a long spanking, followed by a hogtie. While you stay here, hogtied and helpless, I will go to the movies and dinner with my friends. When I come back, you will be spanked again, and then put to bed in your cage. You will remain naked and bound all weekend, and you will be spanked at least twice a day.”

She paused. “Oh, and I’m going to lock you in chastity for the weekend as well. No enjoying your domination, little boy.”

A tear formed in my eye as I kissed her feet. “Yes, Miss Tanith.”

“Good boy for accepting your sentence so well. Now, if you don’t take your spanking like a good boy, I won’t be coming back alone from my girls’ night. The girls will be with me. So if you don’t want an audience for your second spanking, you’d better behave yourself.”

Everybody has to Start Somewhere, Guys (2)

I don’t think I made any more big mistakes during the rest of the party and I did enjoy myself, though I must say I was surprised that (1) there was no alcohol and (2) I didn’t get to orgasm. I’m tempted to say that that’s not my idea of a party, but that would be disrespectful to V, and in many ways it absolutely was my idea of a party! Pegging, whipping, CBT, humiliation (of the males): so much to enjoy, guys!

All that pegging and whipping was a little tiring, but heigh-ho, it was a labour of love. Dominating multiple males is genuinely a fantasy of mine which I have now realised. There was one gloriously decadent moment when I was sat back on the sofa with a different male worshipping each of my feet, both having been pegged and beaten by me earlier and both really eager to please.

One cheeky boy – the oldest guy there actually – did a thing where he tickled my toes with his tongue, which I kind of liked, but as he didn’t have permission to do it, I had to punish him. Of course, that was what he wanted, the crafty old sod! "Oh no, Mistress, please don’t beat me", he was squealing, when it was bl**dy obvious he was loving every moment. Maybe I should have ignored him or punished him with something other than a beating, I don’t know.

The only thing that spoiled it for me – and only a bit – was that it felt a bit too much like we Ladies were serving the gents. Of course, we were providing a service which they were paying for and that’s fair enough, but from the point of view of my own enjoyment – well, I prefer playing with p, where I have total control. If I was in charge, I think I’d just say they pay me to dominate them, but I get to decide what happens. Maybe that’s why I’m not a professional.

At the end, all the boys had to kiss our feet and say “Thank you, Mistress [Whoever]”, which was so cute. We then flounced out and V’s house slave went down to supervise the boys changing and show them out. They had all paid in advance, so there was no money to collect. The moment we left the dungeon, I grasped V’s hand and anxiously asked if I’d done okay. She said I’d been great, but suggested we talk in the living room.

It had been about three hours, but p was still sat there, patiently waiting and reading his big book. I walked in feeling all full of myself and as he stood up, all pleased to see me, I said in a very pompous, theatrical voice:

“Down on your knees and kiss my feet, SLAVE!” Instantly, he dropped to the floor, as I should have known he would, and I had to tell him I was only joking and shoo him away. I did let him sit on the floor by me as I had my debrief, though; I asked the girls and they didn’t mind.

V said that I had done really well and I shouldn’t worry too much about my initial screw up. Her and D then gave me some examples of silly mistakes they had made in sessions in the past to make me feel better. D tied a guy up so well once, she couldn’t untie him. V accidentally broke someone’s finger with her boot heel. V also recalled the time she was supposed to pee on p and couldn’t go, which we’ve both covered in previous posts.

V said that once I relaxed, I had a tendency to go off on a frolic of my own rather than follow their lead, which I had to agree was true. She said that it was a good fault, because I needed to develop my own style of domming and be creative, but it was something I needed to watch at the moment because I wasn’t experienced enough. Professional domming and private domming were quite different.

I won’t go into the more technical stuff she said, because I’m sure you won’t be interested. I’ve also not gone into much detail about the session because it would be too repetitive – V whips slaves 1 and 2 who you don’t know, D whips 3 and 4, I whip 5 and 6 etc. I don’t know, maybe I’m just not a good enough writer.

I did notice that the guy with the prosthetic foot took it off, which was interesting, but he wasn’t one of my charges. Oh and three of the four guys sucked my (strap-on) c*ck! It was only supposed to be my two, but that was one of the times I got carried away. p has never had his c*ck sucked, so I'm doing better than he is, despite being a girl.

Would I do another session? Yes, definitely. Would I do it for a living? I don’t know about that. I know I’m not ready to do a one on one session yet. Despite being a bit of a loose cannon, I still crave the safety net of the two other girls. And there’s such a lot of stuff to think about – the client's needs and limits, health and safety, payment etc. V has been doing this for more than 20 years. It seems a bit late for me to start now. . .

N x

[Part Two of Two]

[Top photo is from ImageFap; centre is from Goddess Kitra; and the bottom one is from Men are Slaves, featuring Mistress Leya Falcon. p]

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