A long-term client of mine, probably one of my first professional clients years ago, had not had a session in quite some time.  He has been fighting a few challenges, and I had encouraged him to take some steps to turn his life around a bit.  Not to be too dramatic, but this dear boy really did need to work on some things in himself, from finding employment to controlling some unhelpful life impulses.

Well, the day came where he felt he was ready (and financially able) to session again.  He is unusual in that, because he lives in downtown Chicago and does not own a car, long ago we got into the habit of my doing outcall to his home.  (This is not something I do very often, and never do with strangers.)  It was fun to think of things I could do to him in our session.  Since it had been really a long time, I felt I, too, had gone through enough changes since our last session that I thought, Hmmmm, I really don't feel like dressing up in a "domme" outfit.  I'll just surprise him and show up wearing some tight jeans and relaxed t-shirt.  After all, he typically would greet me at the doorman's desk at the front of his building in a loose tshirt and non-descript pants. I think he was even wearing just raggedy shorts and a t shirt one time.  At any rate, I decided I felt like wearing "street clothes" and not bringing out my more sexually suggestive clothing.

Imagine my surprise, when I showed up at his building to find him waiting in the lobby looking like a completely different man -- in a very nicely-made, tailored business suit, complete with black, shiny wingtips, and a striped tie.  His hair was combed, he did not have a cigarette dangling from his hand, and he was standing up straight.

I cannot tell you, my reader, how pleased I was to see the changes in him.  Imagine his surprise, then, when we were about to start the session and I said, "Just as you surprised me with your business suit, I'm surprising you -- and maybe even disappointing you, ha ha -- by not having anything else to wear, just these jeans and t shirt."  We both had to laugh at our mutual flip in clothing -- I was used to being the one sharply dressed up in black, severe dominatrix-wear and he was the sloppy one, and now we were reversed, in a mutual effort to surprise each other!

He had also gained a few pounds, so his frame was not so wan and thin.  A man who is too skinny is not a happy sight.

But, no matter how pleased I was at his progress, I then turned to discipling him.  "Take that nice suit off!" I ordered.  He complied quickly and willingly.  I had looked forward to a long, slow, gradual build up of a spanking.  I had brought just the right tools.  A soft leather slapper to warm his ass up.  Then some harder toys which, under my experienced hand, would bring up the pain, then let it loosen, then hard again, then a reprieve.... then the unknown, with his not knowing which direction I would take.  I took it to the "ouch!' level, because I wanted him to really get a strong ass punishment.

He called out the safety word "yellow" near the end of the session.  But I knew he could handle more.  He's got his wimpy moments, so I did not hold it against him.

How could I?  He was a good, obedient boy who has learned some life lessons the hard way and who, still through it all and through some very harsh words from myself along the way, including a refusal to even let him call or email until he got himself in a better place, still and all, the boy is devoted to his domme.  And as long as he stays on an upward path, I can be genuinely proud of him.

And, if he merits it, I am happy to show him the ropes, so to speak, as a harsh disciplinarian and task master.  After all, the boy needs discipline.  Nothing could be plainer.

Mistress Aubrey