Deferred gratification, not something I have ever been that adept at. Some can make their Christmas chocolate last until Easter looms. Mine never lasted to see the new year. But I have had to learn to be a little patient in spending time in the company of the very lovely Lady Scarlett.
When I first approached her about a session in early April that with all the hurdles I had in between we wouldn’t be able to actually get together until May. This seemed a drag, but turned out to have its own silver lining, as I spent much time in the interim dreaming sweet dreams about what might come to pass.
So, by the time today came around I had played just about every possible scenario round and round in my head a dozen times and was vibrating with anticipation. Our session was to be in the new but increasingly cult venue, the Peacock Parlour in North London. The instruction ‘to go through the blue gate and then call me’ had a pleasingly mysterious air to it. What’s behind the blue gate? Through a grey door then down a long corridor to the end, and through an open door, into the Parlour, where my Lady was waiting. I had stepped out of London into another place entirely.
The internet is a wonderful thing and allows us to know a little more of the person before the session. However, I have found that the person one meets for real is always a little different from the image one has projected on them. Lady Scarlett’s strong, sensual curvy body, dressed in black was as the pictures told me. But along with this came a smile that sparkled, and smile of delight and a sense of humour that showcased both wit and sadism.
As I said to her, it took me a long time to get over myself and accept the kinky man that I am but having made that journey I have thoroughly enjoyed exploring different aspects of my fetishes. What I was looking for with Lady Scarlett, and she had with great enthusiasm agreed to, was bringing two strands together.
Underpinning all of this was of course the joy of submission, placing myself in this woman’s strong and clever hands. I have had some lovely sensual sessions, and some equally thrilling CP/Disciplinary sessions. Today I wanted to bring both strands together, in a session that would start as disciplinary role play, moving into something more sensual, if exquisitely humiliating.
She is waiting for me in the dungeon space. The moment when weeks of fantasy and mental images becomes a reality. This is the trapeze artist moment of any first session between a sub and Domme. One can read a menu of delights, and as Claire Black once noted ‘get carried away with the pretty pictures.’ But this is the moment of truth, does this thing fly, or remain earth bound. There is a sweet spot, one wants one’s desires and dreams realised, but also one want spontinaity and surprise, and above all one wants it to flow, to wash one along on a beautiful wave. Oh, Lady Scarlett I place myself in your hands.
The moment she comes towards me, and speaks I know it’s going to be great. She exudes the natural confidence of somebody who knows who they are and knows that they are fabulous. Her voice, scolding pulls me into my fantasy space. In no time I am naked before her, as scolds and casts a sharply critical eye over me. I love verbal humiliation, especially in a nice domestic discipline setting and Lady Scarlett’s tongue was plenty sharp enough.
Bent over for a spanking, oh god I love to be spanked, between her body comes close, her warm breath on my cheek, scolding, mocking. My body, my tiny inadequate cock, my disgust desires all pulled apart. And then oh, yes, the thing I asked for but…. To have been as kinky as I am, and to have reached the age I have without experiencing arse play is probably some kind of achievement. I have experimented with figging (oh lordy, what an experience that was) but never been plugged up. Now bent over ‘hold your arse cheeks apart’ she orders. ‘My you do have a tight little arsehole.’ And then she slides it home. Wow, oh yes. ‘Don’t you dare let it come out!’ This warning hangs over the rest of our session.
I am bent over a spanking frame, my plugged arse on display and she spanks me, and derides what remains of my macho pride. And there is nowhere in the world I would rather be, she has brought me perfectly into her world. ‘Don’t you dare let it come out.’
And then the watershed, a wonderful pause to reflect in the corner, and we move from discipline to beautiful sensual submission. My bottom is spanked again, but now lying face down on the bed, I can feel her presence, then her body is on me, I can feel her lying on top of me, her voice like honey and spice. She feels so sensual and just so powerful. This isn’t a game or role play, this feels real, my emotions are real, rising in me. And then a wonderful gift and a reminder of who is in charge, and how she can enjoy my frailty. Her face close to mine, ‘With that tiny cock you are going to have to learn to use our hands and you tongue, such a pretty mouth, can you imagine it sucking cock?’ She continues, ‘If I told you to, would you do it for me?’ Her face so close to me, her warmth so near to me.
‘Have you been good enough to worship my bottom? Beg for it, beg more.’ And then my dreams are realised, she kneels and rolls down her fishnets and knickers to reveal a truly wonderful bottom and alter at which I could worship forever. I bury my face between her cheeks, my tongue reaching for that sweet hole. It is hard to escape cliché as a describe what I felt in that moment. And I could see, beautifully pierced the thing that I would so love to have kissed and sucked but will never be allowed to do, the arsehole is my place in life, that is the hole I get to serve.
‘Do you expect to come.’ ‘If you wish it.’ ‘You can come, but you have to cum in your sock, and I will laugh thinking about you going home with you sock covered in cum.’ Maybe this moment sums up the glory of this session, Lady Scarlett’s dominance, sensuality and evil humour all coming together in that moment.