|"I like to wait until at least 60 |
before I whip you. That
way's more fun."
"That's OK," says Xena brightly. "I like to wait until at least 60 before I whip you. That way's more fun."
The way she says it, not hamming it up, not being all porno-domme, makes me hard inside my Holy Trainer 2 chastity device.
I'm still hard as I kneel in the corner waiting for lights out, and later, lying next to her.
But in the morning I don't quite feel the visceral fear of the lash.
You see, on the one hand, I do flinch from the prospect of being hit. A few demerits genuinely makes me squirm.
On the other hand, I live for those moments where Xena really does step into her mistress role.
So now, being slapdash, leaving tasks undone... that's a way of bringing on another Femdom session. Worse, the question is now not How many lashes? but merely When?
That night I explain this to her as I rub her feet, not in terms of her spoiling my Femdom experience, but just how it undermines the system.
"I know. It's just this once," she says and goes back to her book.
I'm sure it wasn't just this once, but I don't argue. I don't need to be right, just enslaved...
Don't resign yourself to just getting off on other people's adventures! When we started out, my wife was vanilla. Use my manuals to help you walk the same Femdom path! There's one for him, and one for her.