Mistress Talia: a sadistic domme

(continued from a day with my puppy (part 3))

Puppy had had a pretty full day being sissified for housework, puppified for dinner, and then tortured for a while with clips before I took his ass with my strap-on. While he showered and cleaned up, he likely assumed we were done for the day, that he'd return and we'd chat out-of-role for a while until he left.

But I had other plans...

When he returned naked from the bathroom, I was still dressed, though I'd removed the strap-on and harness. Come to think of it, I've told this entire story without discussing what I am wearing, I should take a paragraph or to describe it, as it's typical of what I wear for scening.

I have a pair of black suede knee-high boots that lace up the back. They have no heel, they're flat. I know the notion of heels on a domme is hot, but it's not practical. Swinging a whip on 6 inches is a good way to fall on your ass, which is not domly at all! These boots are sexy and dominant, without being impractical.

Above the boots, I wore a long, black peasant skirt. I like these types of skirts because I can be nude underneath, easily put on or take off a strap-on and harness, yet remain "dressed" as far as the submissive is concerned. If I choose to blindfold the sub at the right time, I can even sit on his face without him ever seeing me nude.

There's a certain power in the whole clothed woman/nude man thing, and this type of skirt lets me elicit that feeling while still allowing my wobbly bits to be accessible for any fun I have planned for them.

The boots and skirt are pretty much a given for scening. What I wear on top varies. If I'm not going for the clothed female/nude male thing, I might wear a black lace bra I own that has the nipples cut out. But on this day, I was wearing a simple pink blouse, a deep, darkish pink, with a scoop neckline with a teardrop cutout below it that provides a peek of my cleavage.

So as puppy returned from the bathroom nude, he faced me, dressed and confident, in contrast to his vulnerable nakedness, cock and balls swinging in the wind. He was humiliated from the day's events, exhausted from the suffering earlier in the evening, and just worn out. I had him kneel before me, and first patted him on the head, telling him what a good puppy he was, both comforting him and humiliating him further, making him feel even more small.

I put the leather collar around his neck, attaching it with a small master lock in back, the D-ring in front. I skipped the cuffs though, as my plans for the rest of the evening did not include bondage. Really, the point of the collar at this juncture was just to drop him further into a submissive head-space.

I petted his hair a bit more, scratched him behind the ears, told him he was a good puppy and watched the crimson rise in his face.

I walked over to the bed and sat down and patted the comforter beside me, "Here puppy, come here." He crawled across the floor, then up on to the bed. Once he was there, I had him stretch out on his belly.

As eluded to previously, puppy is a pretty heavy masochist. The entire purpose of the scene with the clips was to take him to a place where it really hurt, where it was hard. I still wanted to flog him though. To get his attention properly when I flog him, I don't do a ramp up through easier whips to heavier whips. I can start pretty heavy and that gives him a bit of discomfort to begin with, though he will manage to convert the pain to pleasure through the magic of masochism.

So I began with my heavy latigo flogger. I haven't blogged about this particular whip yet, but will sometime soon. For now... think of a very thick belt; that is latigo leather. Now think of 5 or 6 of these heavy belts, cut into strips as the tails for a flogger. In short, it's stingy as hell, but also has a lot of weight to it, so it's hard as well as stingy. I chose this to start with not only because it'd provide some real pain right upfront, but also because it would satisfy my desire to flog.

It's hard to explain the desire to flog. I like whipping a sub. Sure, I like it from the sadistic viewpoint, but I like it otherwise. Flogging someone is an activity that feels physically good to me. It's a different type of thing that applying loads of clips, or even other types of corporal like caning. Flogging doesn't require the precision and control of most sadistic activities, rather flogging is some place I can "let myself go" a bit. Using a heavy dense flogger like this one meant I could wear myself out with flogging before pushing puppy too far.

I also like sometimes flogging without bondage, as it simply adds to the delicious dilemma puppy faces, of having to hold still while I whip him.

I chose to interfere with his ability to go all "floaty" into head-space also by making him count and thank me after each stroke. It's unfortunate that it's so hard to write up in a way that's erotic, but "One, thank you, Lady," followed by "two, thank you, Lady" and so on, while someone is struggling to hold themselves still while blows rain down upon their ass and back is a deeply satisfying scene.

I made him count to forty before I stopped, and breathlessly admired my handiwork. The top of his back, his ass and thighs were a brilliant dark red.

He'd been a good puppy tonight, and well-satisfied the beast within me, so it was time to reward him.

to be continued...

SCENE INDEX
a day with my puppy (part 1)
a day with my puppy (part 2)
a day with my puppy (part 3)
a day with my puppy (part 4)
a day with my puppy (part 5)
a day with my puppy (part 6)