It is a cold and forbidding Monday night in March, but it is warm and cozy inside.  As I sat down yesterday to write a blog about a new toy I was given, I ended up doing a fun and warm and cozy session for a submissive, obedient gentleman who was staying in a hotel overlooking the Chicago river.

After we both had fun looking down at the river that was dyed green for St. Patrick's Day, I proceeded to show him a few of the items I had brought.  These included the small toy I'd been given a few days ago.

This kindly gentleman -- hmmm, I believe he might have already been on his knees by then -- agreed to let me test out the toy on him.  But, my friend, when I pressed the small training dog electrical collar unit on his unit, and went from a 1 to a 2, he jumped and said, "Yow." (Or was it bow wow?)

Yes, my new toy is a little electrical device that can be worn around a certain body part which is quite, quite sensitive.  And when I hold my remote control to it in my hand, well, let's just say it enables me to control from afar.  It is kinda fun!!!!

Now, for any clients who are not into electrical play, this is not going to be their cup of tea.  I myself do not enjoy the bite of an electrical touch on my body.  While I do not have a submissive bone in my body, I do try out every single device I have on myself first.  That means no paddle joins my arsenal, no wrist restraint enters my toybox, without my trying it on myself first.  This is especially important with spanking implements, because each spanking tool has its own 'feel' against the ass, er, I mean skin. 

So here I am writing a blog that does not simply announce "New Toy" but relates to you that its very first victim yelped when he felt its sting and gulped out a desire not to experience said sting a second time.  Since he was being very good and obedient -- and did wonderful foot and leg worship, by the way, among other nice things -- I deigned to take mercy on him.  I tucked the remote control back into my black tote bag, and unleashed the unit from where it was nestled.  He sighed in relief.

Just goes to show -- when you contact a serious domme, who takes serious pleasure from what she does, if you say something like, "Well, ma'am, I'm up for ANYthing you wish to try" or "Gee, whatever YOU want", well, you just might find yourself on the receiving end of a new toy.  And you'll know when you look in my eyes that I mean business.

I wonder what he will remember the most.  The smell and taste of my feet as he cradled them in his hands?  The zap of the little device?  My hand on his ass, cracking down in hard, resounding spanks?  My telling him that no one has yet NOT caved in my interrogation scenes, his trying to withstand nipple play and then giving in and showing me that YET AGAIN, interrogation scenes bring out the white flag faster than you can say "Shamrock Shake"  ha ha ha.  (Yes, another successful interrogation, I mean it is almost pointless to point out that I continue to be the victor in this area....)

If you hear a slight buzzing right now, it might be the sound of my new little toy sitting on its recharger, soaking up electricity so it will be ready at my command.

Another nice and useful gift I received recently is a nice, thwacking hard collection of birch branches, taped up nicely and neatly, in a kind of handle, so that I can swing them and bring them down hard.  The thoughtful man who was nice enough to give it to me had to suffer its stings under my hand.  Aw, too BAD.  He also gave me a very nice book of Victorian erotic short stories.  If I had been really devious, I might have made him read a story out loud and every time a sexy part came along, I would have punished him with angry blows from the birches.  But perhaps next time...... 


Mistress O'Aubrey, Queen of the Leprauchans

 

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