The Woodsman

You (yesterday) : "One of these days I need to tie her to a tree in those woods and rip her shirt open, beating her tits with a switch."


Me: (silence)

Dom Versus Domme

I have a friend who was a Dominatrix.  I say “was” because I don’t think she actively pursues clients anymore, having other interests, but I suppose one could argue, “Once a Domme, always a Domme.”

I invited her to the Cape house.  She arrived at the lower door wearing a wig and a tightly belted trench coat.  She entered and we went upstairs to the living area.  She unbelted her coat with a wicked grin, and there she stood before me in all her Domme splendor.  I laughed.  Delightful.  She had a crop and was playfully thwacking at the furniture.  “Bring me a drink, Slave!”

She heard footsteps above her head.  The master floor and bedroom suite.  She looked at me with a puzzled expression.  Footsteps came down the stairs, and you entered.  She gasped.  It had been a while.

I think she wanted to be embarrassed, but something else kicked in and she adjusted her head back and stared at you defiantly.  Domme to Dom. 

I knew better.  I took one look in your eyes and saw it all.  How much you were going to enjoy yourself.   The undoing.   She was my friend, but you were my Dom.  This takes precedence.

She looked at me.  I looked at you.  I fell to my knees and lowered my eyes.  Her mouth opened in astonishment.  Then she looked at you again.

You met her wavering gaze head on.  A slight smile on your lips.   She knew she would have to pay for this moment of frivolity.  “Slut?  Get upstairs.  Now.”  I left.  I knew I would have to bear witness and participate in the falling of a proud Domme.  I dreaded it.

The lessons she thought she so gleefully played at?  She was going to learn the impact of what they really meant, for the first time in her life.  I am sure she was starting to tremble, realizing her error.

But you?  I knew she would weaken.  I knew she would be humbled.  I knew your gaze.  I had paid for disobeying that gaze.  I understood its full power and the need for obedience.  I heard her cry out.  I heard a thud.  I could only guess.  You had grabbed her hair and dropped her to her knees in front of your hard cock.  Such begin the lessons.