
I took solipsist down to our secret play cabin on the south coast for a couple of days before Xmas. While I lay in bed or the bath and enjoyed the view sol acted as maid, undertaking cleaning and cooking duties as well as handwashing all lingerie - these days he has more pretty pieces than me. He also looked after the impact toys, at my request trimming the tails of one well used leather flogger and cutting down the tails / reshaping the tips of my scarlet suede flogger.
Most of the time he wore a fetching 1950s apron with his cuffs. However during one play session I decided it was time the boy learned the intricacies of sucking cock and that the appropriate outfit for this was his French Maid's outfit.

After sol was dressed he knelt at my feet, back straight, hands in his lap. He looked so sweet, his frilly black and white maid's costume - complete with lacy cuffs and choker - contrasting wonderfully with his heavy leather cuffs and black leather and chrome English cock cage. I gazed at him from where I sat relaxed, in the huge black leather recliner, my breasts spilling over above my black damask waist clincher, its lacings tied tightly at the back, my eight inch long (and inch and a half wide) cock jutting viciously from my strap on harness. My legs were crossed, my feet adorned with sol's black high heels for a very specific reason - his first task was to lick those shoes clean, working his tongue and mouth around their five inch heels. I then wiped the shoes over his face and chin, polishing them with his beard. After all, one has to work up to the main prize ...
He was certainly very appealing to watch .... but something wasn't quite right, something was missing ... ah ha! I had it: lipstick! One really should NOT suck cock without it... time for a quick cosmetics application lesson. Using my Chanel cosmetics I painted his eyelids silver and his mouth scarlet with a gold gloss - he looked a right little tart, lol, especially with that beard.
Having shown him his face in my cosmetic kit's mirror I told him to sit back on his heels again, and to focus on my cock, to gaze at it as if it was the thing he most desired in this world (see VERY silly top pic of him trying to do this). Only after he achieved this to my satisfaction, I warned him, would he be allowed to approach closer. Eventually his response pleased me and I allowed him within a few inches of its head, reminding him to keep his brightly painted mouth open.

I made him wait ... and wait .. and wait ... lol ...
After I'd had my amusement watching this I allowed him to touch it. Of course being an unsubtle male he tried to shove it down his throat at first go, but I yanked his head back and told him to start by licking it all over, up and down the shaft, before finally licking the head and most sensitive places. Surely, I suggested, he'd at least know where those were?

Only after a good ten minutes of this was he allowed to slide the head, and its entire length, into his mouth. I got him into a good rhythm, and greatly enjoyed shoving his head down hard onto it, and keeping him there while he spluttered.
Not the most elegant first attempt perhaps but definately worth rewarding. However turning him over and fucking him with it remained a treat for another day... instead I positioned him face down, ass in air. I disgarded his (still rather slobbery) high heels and walked around him in bare, silent feet, finally crouching with my feet on either side of his head where the smell of my wet pussy could reach him. He moaned. I ran my bare hands and nails over his skin, then used my shorter leather flogger and a leather strop on his back and ass. Its recent trim meant it now had its original bite back, and it quickly brought up a good colour.

Maintaining at least a single point of physical contact I stood up, and walked around him, sometimes using the flogger, sometimes a leather / sheepskin strop - sol being a masochist it's a long standing joke between us that the worst punishment I can inflict is a "bunny flogging" - anything soft! - so the sheepskin was a particular torment. I then returned to my original position, this time lifting his head and rubbing his face against my pussy. I pulled him up further and allowed him to kiss my mouth, but he took advantage of the moment and moved his hand between my legs, his fingers playing with my clit. To punish him I removed his frilly apron, which had been catching all the leakage from his cock, and rolled it up and inserted it into his mouth as a gag, the smelly wet bits directly between his teeth. We stood eye to eye as I played with his straining cock through the cock cage, his eyes wide above the frilly, silly black and white gag.
Time for some serious fun. I repositioned him upright with his wrist cuffs attached to overhead ropes placed in a freestanding manner to grant me access to both sides of his body. I removed the gag and rolled his maid's costume down to his hips, then alternated the leather flogger with the more sensuous scarlet suede mid length flogger over his back, ass and upper chest. I later switched to a heavier longer leather flogger. Just in case he was dying of boredom I stopped to attach clothespegs to his nipples and foreskin (I'm afraid from this point I was having so much fun I stopped taking photos, but I've attached a nice photo of another clothes peg session below).

After a final flogging I blindfolded him and teased / tormented him, telling him I was removing all my clothing (which he could hear dropping to the ground) and standing as close as possible without touching so he could smell me. I then fed him water from my mouth before removing the clothes pegs and cock cage. From the noises he made I presume this part of the evening was quite intense, lol.
I finished the session making him count and thank me for a specific number of riding crop and rawhide cane strokes. The rawhide cane was an excellent recent purchase from Madame / Mister S in San Francisco, and has a VERY nasty bite - what sol calls a "pure unadulterated sting". The strokes I applied, he told me later, were "intense enough to overwhelm any further memory" while standing up. But already aware of this I unlocked the cuffs, wrapped him in his bathrobe, removed the blindfold and led him gently to bed....
Merry Xmas, solipsist!
(Photos: Ms160)
(Photos: Ms160)


























