The Canes that got away and other stories…
By Elizabeth Swan on
“Mistress, please put me in a blog of yours! I’ll know I made it then!” So said my submissive on Sunday.
Occasionally I like to make my subs happy so here goes.
I had met him outside my hotel a few hours before.
“There was a guy staring at me!”
“Why? Were you looking shifty?” I laughed.
“What if he reports us? After all you look…” He worried as we entered my hotel room. Just to clarify, I was not wearing anything vaguely dommy. No leather, latex or PVC. I was dressed casually in jeans and flat boots with a t-shirt.
“What for? A woman wearing red lipstick? He probably thinks I am going to fuck you.” I whispered, getting close to him. “Now get your kit off whilst I get ready. And give me your chastity key.”
So began a tie and tease and pegging session which made him beg and whimper. Then we went out for a curry whilst we told each other about our recent adventures. I enjoy seeing my clients outside of session. It is something I have always offered if the sub had paid for a two hour session. Galleries, nice food, museums etc.
The next day a man sent me twenty five pounds for no reason at all. It was handy as I was at the vets at the time paying a small fortune for my cat, but I had never met the man before. I texted him “you must schedule a chat if you have sent me some money. Or would you like some email tasks?” He replied that I should get used to men sending me money for no reason at all. I told him he was sweet and he then disappeared. Evidence that financial domination is not my forte. I have worked since I was fourteen in some form or another and as a result there is a deeply ingrained part of me that thinks if I haven't worked for it, I don’t deserve it.
But it’s different with men that I know. One sends me money for breakfast every Thursday when I’m in Bristol. I love that and appreciate it so much.
Other dommes would think me mad and I know they would have a point. But I can't see me changing. That is not to say I'm a soft touch when it comes to time wasters. The fools this week include the man who sent me a long list of questions, an interview if you will. I blocked and then blocked another two who I saw had attempted to call me after midnight, another said he wanted to get to know me first before deciding to book me. To establish "a real connection." And the last cretin, not ten minutes ago sent me lots of messages, 'new sub, wanted to learn etc etc' climaxing in the inevitable he couldn’t afford to pay me, but what could he do for me instead? I told him he could fuck off and blocked him too.
I'm not offering a free domination pen pal service to the slow of brain am I?
Then to London the following day. I met a slave I usually see in Stoke in another hotel. They must have something about me on their system now as I always seem to get the end of the corridor.
And for good reason.
Whack, whack, slap slap. And the canes I had brought were used until the slave begged for me to stop. “I was gentle wasn’t I?” As I admired my handiwork.
Then we had an Italian meal which was delicious and I took him on a tour of the local area. Unfortunately I got him lost, which resulted in him running for his train. Oops. Unintended pain and humiliation. To know me though is to know I have zero sense of direction.
Then I went back to my room to enjoy a bath and a chocolate flake. Little things always make me happy. Nice food, good company, bubbles in the bath and bubbles in a glass. But the alcohol is so rare now as I am usually driving or working out.
The next day I visited a dungeon I had never visited before with a man I have known for thirteen years. Fun, pain and orgasms were had. There was a fabulous mirror over the bed which I now firmly believe all beds should have. So fucking sexy. Then a quick drink as we caught up with our clothes on and then to Euston for my train back. I was early so I went for a drink at the upstairs bar. I was so distracted by my book Beauty and Sadness by Yasunari Kawabata that I lost track of time and left in a rush.
“Miss! Miss! You left…I don’t know what this is?” Said the waiter who had run down the escalator to reunite me with my canes. I laughed, “You don’t want to know!” I said and I thanked him.
And now on the train on my way home. A quick stop over then onto Bristol for my usual Wednesday night and Thursday day at House Du Croix.
And then Friday at The Facility in the west midlands to see my sub Grunt. I’ve known this creature for over twelve years now and last time we sessioned he whined,
“Why are you more cruel to me now than when we first met?”
“Because the more I know you, the more you get on my tits." I haven't allowed him an orgasm now for the past two years. But I make him watch whilst I come.
So far a very busy and fun week.
Next week I will be taking it slightly easier.
Perhaps…
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Ooo, maybe I'll get the hang of fin dom after all! But probably not!
Enjoy the rest of your week folks.
X
Elizabeth Swan