This past week, among other things, I had the opportunity to meet a very nice, obedient and respectful new client.  His mind was extremely, extremely active -- the kind of person who probably can have four thoughts simultaneously.  I, on the other hand, sometimes forget what I am wearing and have to look down to be reminded, ha ha.  (Don't worry, I've been like this since childhood.  A game I used to play in my mind when bored in class in school was to look forward at the teacher and blackboard and try to remember exactly every article of clothing I was wearing, even down to whatever necklace and jewelry I wore.  Rarely could I recall, head to toe, what I was wearing.  Sad, right?  ha ha ha).  So while his mind was fast-moving, I would not say I think at warp speed.  I am smart, but not ultra fast.

Anyhow, enough about Me.  Or IS IT?

Ha ha ha.  I took him over my knee (over my ample lap to be more precise) on my futon couch.  It was a nice afternoon -- cool but chilly and pleasant -- not warm enough yet to open up the windows.  Cozy.  It was nice and cozy to have his nice, well-shaped ass right there, to be spanked.  I warmed him up but planned on saving my harder spanking for the Spanking Horse in the other room.

It was a lot of fun running my eyes and fingertips over his body -- he was fortunate, I did not see the need to put him in restraints because he settled down and seemed to pay attention quite well.  Whether he was aware of it or not, I had some wrist restraints waiting on a nearby chair, in case he lipped off to me.  He was a very engaging talker and got me laughing.

After showing some early wimpiness in his incapacity to take very much nipple torture, he redeemed himself by not whining or complaining as I got in some good whacks on his ass.

I ordered him get up, so that we could go into the next room, where I wanted to test his ass's capacity for some serious pain.

When I got him up on the futon couch, what did I see but a somewhat disappointed slave, wishing he might still be on my lap.

Does TEASE AND DENIAL mean nothing to the good slave?  He does as mistress tells him. And he is thankful for being in her good graces.

Pleasant as my exterior might be, beneath is a rather cold, mean lady who hides pretty well behind the more personable exterior.  I wanted the boy a bit disappointed.  I wanted him to realize this was what I wanted.

But then he begged off on the idea of a wooden paddle!&@#!!!  My ears rang in disappointment.

I understood.  But still and all, a genuine slave should be willing to test his limits, no?  I then made him masturbate, poor thing.  I suspect by this point he was half thinking I was a bitch and half wondering why I was treating him like he was just a slave.

Ah well, it is all in a day's entertainment for Me.

And let me add that as we are approaching the Easter holiday, I shall hope that all good submissives obediently work on their submissive to the great Owner in the sky, ha ha ha.

After all, aren't all of us here by the graces of you-know-who?  Even those of us who have the pleasure of BDSM play and who are wise enough to come to a professional for that play?

Yes.  You know I am right.

Mistress Aubrey