Being a 21st century Domme...

The evening of the kayak incident, back at our play cabin, we continued our interrupted scene...

We have quite a large collection of old Femdom magazines and we had brought a pile to the cabin. I had in mind a particular use for one issue....

I directed a naked solipsist onto the floor on a thick white towel, and positioned his head in the queening stool prototype (you can see earlier pix of the prototype at left and above and read about it's construction at that last link). Wearing only a clingy black t shirt I sat down on the stool, facing his body.

Sol would have been happy simply to have been allowed to use his tongue on me but I had other plans to increase our enjoyment. With a cane on one hand and Issue 20 of "Mistress" magazine ("devoted to feminine domination") in the other, I began reading one of sol's favorite stories / "letters" out loud...

The "star letter" in question features some of sol's favorite service themes. It is supposedly written by a Domme named Caroline in response to earlier correspondence from "Strict Wife", who rejects "malevolent forms of FemDom", preferring to allow her slave a certain amount of comfort / pleasure when performing his duties. "This is NOT a good practice", writes Caroline:

"A slave must serve his Mistress in whatever way she requires ... a slave's physical comfort in my view is not something we should be worrying about!"

She then goes on to provide details of her own, very strict relationship with her husband / slave, including a recent scene with other female dominant friends, which begins:

"[he] is frequently paraded before my friends naked, or nearly so, and they need no encouragement to make the most of his vulnerability. My slave / husband must wait upon my friends as he does me; serving drinks, lighting cigarettes [NOTE FROM Ms160: that shows the age of the magazine issue lol!] and fulfilling all sorts of requirements. He gets so embarrassed when..."

And no, I am not going to type out the whole story, sorry! The rather dated accompanying photos show a very embarrassed sub, underpants firmly in place, pouring wine for several lingerie clad and bejeweled women with very big hair, and presenting his ass for a caning:

"When [we] finished his arse was a most breath taking sight. The six fresh stripes were a bright scarlet and stood out vividly against the mottled bruising from a previous session"

I silently raised an eyebrow. While both sol and I find great erotic appeal in the English "six of the best" caning tradition, if I only gave sol six cane strokes he'd expire of boredom, no matter how scarlet or perfectly they were placed. But that's classic Femdom porn for you - and it certainly makes great reading. Now Caroline was providing details of how her sexual needs were met and of the "penile restraint device" her husband wears, which:

"fulfills all the requirements stipulated by Strict Wife except one: she requires a restrainer that is "reasonably comfortable" even when the penis is excited. Of course my device would not be comfortable if [my husband] had an erection - nor would I wish it to be! Such a stipulation is in my view unrealistic and indeed, impossible ... any restrainer worthy of the name must at the very least be capable of restraining an erection ... and is bound to cause discomfort to the owner of the organ"

I had to admit I agreed with the writer on this matter. It was amusing to imitate her arrogant, instructional tone ("I shall try to find the time to write to you again ... my experiences may be of assistance to some of your lady readers") as I read aloud for about 20 minutes. I took my time. After all, I was greatly enjoying myself...

Sometimes I allowed sol to service me with his tongue, positioning myself so that he could lick my pussy and clit, or (an especial favorite) rim me. Other times as I continued reading I moved myself out of reach or played with myself, or caned his cock and balls. Sol told me later he found the scene very erotic - playing with the queening stool prototype was as much of a turn on as he'd imagined.

He also loved the fact he could tell when I was becoming turned on. The intimacy of the queening stool is really quite extraordinary. After I'd finished the letter I looked down at the beloved body beneath me, imprisoned by my own body without a single lock or rope, totally subservient to my wishes and desires. No wonder I was wet with desire myself.

"I bet you never dreamed when you first read this letter years ago", I remarked, swatting sol's extremely exposed and vulnerable cock and balls with the rolled up magazine, "that it would one day be read to you by your dominant wife while you were secured in a queening stool beneath her". He couldn't speak of course, as his tongue was otherwise engaged, lol, but his rock hard cock waggled fervently in response!

After putting him in restraints for some corporal punishment - and again cursing the loss of our digital camera, which is still in the river - I positioned sol flat on the floor again, then straddled his hips. I brought myself down on his cock, hard, and - gripping his rather sore nipples to keep him still - moved above him until we both came.

Afterwards in bed, curled up together, I found myself grinning as a line from the letter came back to me ("of course I would never dream of bringing him off myself. The very idea is repugnant to me") as I recalled our amazing day, from the kayak scene to allowing my husband to come ... and in ME!! Caroline from "Mistress" magazine would have been utterly appalled by this particular 21st century Domme!

(Photos: Ms160)