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A switching for Sera Part 2

  • Posted on January 19, 2010 at 11:07 pm

The next day of Sera’s visit started out with breakfast in bed. I had slept in late but she had awoken early to fix me a delicious meal. Sera’s an excellent cook; she had made homemade pancakes with syrup, strawberries and whip cream on top. I knew this was a blatant attempt to get out of her switching. That wasn’t going to happen but that didn’t stop me from enjoying her effort.

After waking up I pulled out a trail map. Ignoring her loud sigh of disapproval I opened it up and started pointing out different trails. The one I planned to take wasn’t terribly long but there were several hills. I explained this to Sera and told her that we’d have to dress and pack accordingly.

I dressed sensibly for a hike-tshirt, shorts with pockets, good hiking boots, a hat and a packed jacket in case of rain. Sera dressed in a light pink shirt, short skirt and three inch heels. The shirt and skirt could stay but those shoes had to go.

“Did you bring any sensible shoes?” I asked.

“Sure. I brought flats,” Sera answered.

Flats? We were about to hike out into the woods and she only had flats?

Fortunately Sera and I have the same shoe size-8 1/2. When I offered her a pair of hiking boots she immediately turned her nose up at them.

“I don’t wear ugly shoes,” she snipped.

“Oh you’ll wear these shoes,” I told her. With that I grabbed Sera’s wrist and pulled me over my lap. Her short skirt was perfect for an over the knee spanking. As soon as she bent over the bottom of her very spankable ass peeked out. I slapped and slapped until her cheeks were red.

She put on the boots after that. To further drive in the lesson I made her carry the backpack that was full of picnic supplies.

“Now you’re ready to go out for a nice hike in the woods,” I told her. Sera grumbled some but minded her manners.

Her good behavior didn’t last long. It was a hot summer’s day and there were some insects about. Nothing too bad-just some little gnats.

“Ugh! These bugs are everywhere! Can we go back NOW?” Sera huffed and puffed as she swatted the air. The brat was not having a good time.

“Nope, we haven’t reached my favorite spot on the trail yet,” I replied.

She started complaining more. I could have spanked her again but I decided a little mind fucking was in order.

I pretended like I heard something. “Shh! Did you hear that?”

“Hear what? Where!?” Sera’s voice suddenly went up an octave.

“That rustling. Maybe it was an animal,” I told her, trying to sound casual. I even shrugged my shoulders to show that I wasn’t concerned.

“Animals? Like a bear?”

“Possibly. Or a mountain lion. Or coyotes.”

I couldn’t hide my smirk. Sera noticed. “That’s not funny!” Just then a crow flew overhead, squawking loudly. Sera jumped at the noise.

“We can stay here and debate what animals are out here or we can go get that switch.” I was having so much fun.

“Let’s just get the switch and go back to your house,” Sera said.

“We’ll see,” I told her.

But I knew we wouldn’t turn right around. The trail we were on led to a wonderful meadow. Flowers were in bloom and the leaves were just starting to turn to their fall colors. It’s a beautiful spot.

At the meadow we unpacked. I gave Sera my knife and instructed her to cut herself a real switch.

“No twigs like yesterday,” I told her.

Unfortunately for her, Sera’s inner brat came out. If she had just cut the switch her punishment wouldn’t have been that long. But she was annoyed about my animal noise comment. Instead of cutting a switch she stuck out her tongue and said that she shouldn’t even be getting a switching.

That’s when I opened my backpack. Sera had hauled up the picnic supplies; I had brought the paddles.

I suspected she’d brat on our hike and packed accordingly. Silently I pulled out the leather paddle with holes and the leather tawse.

“I was just kidding?” Sera said hopefully.

“Oh I don’t think so. Come here.” The seriousness of my tone silenced her.

Sera got onto her hands and knees on the picnic blanket. I lifted up her skirt and pulled her panties hard into the crack of her ass.

The tawse is more of a warm up toy so I used it first. She squirmed a bit and yelped. By the time I had moved onto the paddle her yelps had turned to deep moans.

Sera’s bottom turns several different shades of red when you spank her. First there’s the light pink blush that comes from just a few swaps. Then comes the deep pink when the smacks are starting to sink in. If you keep spanking the deep pink starts to turn to mauve. Right about then is when the deep moans of a spankophile come out. Sera loves to be spanked at this level. But I was teaching a lesson that day and smacked harder. Her mauve bottom turned to a brilliant red and she started squirming again. I finished up with a dozen good swats.

“Now about that switch,” I gave her a stern look.

“Yes Ma’am!” Sera jumped up immediately.

We walked over to some trees. This time Sera cut a thick switch. As she stripped it with the knife her breath quickened. It had been far too long since her last switching.

She handed it to me for inspection. It was more than adequate. I handed it back to her.

“Hold this behind your back and walk back to the blanket,” I instructed.

She dutifully did and even assumed the position without being told.

I gave her two dozen hard strokes with the switch. Red lines ran parallel all down her bottom. It was a lovely sight.

“You took those well,” I told her. “Bring me my backpack so you can see what else I packed.

“Yes Ma’am!” Sera said again with a playful smile on her lips. She knew that I grabbed some toys from her toy bag. We didn’t return home until the sun was setting. This time Sera didn’t complain about a boring view.

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  • Posted on January 14, 2010 at 2:07 pm

Some subbies have wondered if I went easy on Sera during her weekend visit. Do you really think I’d go easy on someone so bratty?

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Especially when I got this reaction during our hike in the woods?

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Sera was supposed to have cut herself a switch. But she also earned herself time with my wooden and leather paddles.

Cutting Corners

  • Posted on August 1, 2009 at 10:46 pm

Lindsay’s bottom still ached from the discipline spanking she had received before bedtime. It was early morning and she was puttering around the kitchen making breakfast for her Mistress. Her thoughts kept straying to last night’s punishment.

She had been lazy and neglected her chores. They did get done-laundry was washed, floors were scrubbed-but the little details were missing. She didn’t fold Mistress’ laundry so neatly. The panties weren’t stacked precisely in the drawer. The cabinets were shiny but the top shelves were still dusty.

Lindsay was aware she was cutting corners. While she enjoyed being a slave, summer was approaching and she longed for more time to be outside, chatting and lounging with her friends. Most of them were slaves as well. She was feeling a little jealous that her Mistress Vera didn’t give her as much free time as the others had.

Over the last few weeks she had started skipping the details of her chores. Why grind the pepper when she could just buy some already in a shaker? Why dust the top of the fan blades when they were only a few inches below the ceiling? Skipping these, in her mind, pointless details Lindsay was able to have an hour, sometimes two, more free time every day.

At first she was extremely cautious. She carefully picked what chores to ignore. She started skipping the little tasks that her Mistress Vera would never notice, like throwing the pantyhose in with the rest of the wash instead of hand washing them.

Saving a few minutes a day wasn’t enough for Lindsay. Soon she began to get greedy and became lazier. Her Mistress didn’t seem to notice her carelessness. Perhaps she noticed and didn’t care, Lindsay justified to herself.

She did notice and she did care. She was serving Mistress Vera dinner when she began questioning her.

“I stopped in your room this afternoon. Why wasn’t your bed made?”

Lindsay froze. She did not stop in her room often. Why should she visit her there when she was at her beck and call? When she did visit her room it was for a cleanliness inspection but these always occurred at the end of the week. As a result, Lindsay had decided making her bed was only necessary on inspection days.

“Why did you stop in? Were you looking for me? I was cleaning the library this afternoon.”

Mistress Vera did not answer and turned her attention to dinner. Her silence made Lindsay break out into a cold sweat. How messy was her room? Surely not that bad, she thought, although a sense of dread overtook her.

“Since when do I have to explain where I go in my own house?” Her voice was soft. Lindsay knew that tone. The flatness of her voice and the even spacing of her words told her that Mistress was very angry. If s yelled she knew punishment was coming but it wouldn’t be too severe. She blew off steam by chastising her. But a quiet voice? That meant a harsh spanking was coming. Lindsay bit her lip in worry.

“I’m sorry Mistress.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“I must have forgotten Mistress.”

“Oh? Well, perhaps there is some reason for your forgetfulness because you have forgotten to make your bed for the past five days.”

Lindsay swallowed hard. There was no excuse for such misbehavior and she would be punished worse for making up one. She stood by the dinner table, head bowed.

“You have also forgotten simple maintenance of your room. Today alone I found seven articles of dirty clothing strewn about your room, makeup cases open and left out, a hairbrush full of hair and some reading material I did not authorize.”

At the mention of this last item Lindsay’s head snapped up and her jaw dropped. A messy bedroom would surely merit a spanking but if she had found the porn magazines her friend Suzie had loaned her…It was too terrifying a thought to finish.

“These past two weeks there has been a most unpleasant change in you Lindsay. You have become more and more careless with your chores. A simple peek in the laundry hamper brought to my attention you haven’t been hand washing my pantyhose.”

“But Mistress-“

“No Lindsay. You cannot excuse your laziness. Washing machines snag lingerie. There are reasons I give you rules. But apparently you’ve been disregarding many of them.”

“I’m sorry-“

“You should be sorry. Fulfilling your duties and following orders shows your commitment to me. In addition to your lackadaisical housekeeping you have been hiding smut in your room.”

Lindsay’s eyes dropped to the floor. She had hidden them under her mattress, sure her Mistress would never find them. But if she were upset by the state of her untidy room she would have done a thorough inspection.

Mistress Vera loved chastity and only let Lindsay have a release in her presence. Sneaking the porn into the house had excited her. Looking at the pictures while secretly masturbating had excited her even more. But now Lindsay knew she was really in trouble.

“You will go straight to your room and tidy up your mess. Afterwards you will make a list of all the chores you have done half heartedly or have neglected altogether. When that is completed you will bring the list and the smut downstairs to the study. “

“Mistress-“

“You are dismissed.”

It was not possible to say more. Mistress Vera had given her orders and dismissed her from the room. Lindsay stifled a sob and left the dining room, tears rolling down her cheeks.

As she entered her room she saw it in a new light. To her it just seemed a bit untidy, but to her Mistress I must have looked horrible. She dashed around the room cleaning as quickly as she could.

The porn magazines were the only things that didn’t need tidying. They were stacked neatly on her bed. One look at them reminded her of how much trouble she had gotten herself into.

The only thing to do was to confess everything. There was no way of knowing how much her Mistress knew. It was better to be confess now rather than be caught in more deception later.

Lindsay hadn’t thought she was being lazy. In her mind she was just taking shortcuts. But as the list spread to two pages and then to three, her heart sank. She was being more than lazy; she was being negligent to her slave duties.

She finished the list and reviewed each item. Had she really been that neglectful? Indeed she had. She resigned herself to the fact, gathered up the list and magazines and headed downstairs to the study.

Mistress Vera was sitting at her desk, waiting for her. Lindsay sat the magazines on the desk and held out the list with a shaking hand. She remained standing, head bowed, arms at her sides. As her Mistress silently read the lengthy list of misdeeds, she blinked rapidly trying to fight back guilty tears.

Mistress Vera silently laid the list aside and flipped through the porn for several minutes.

“How long have you been masturbating to these magazines?”

The question was so sudden Lindsay answered instinctively.

“For the past four nights.”

“Don’t you think it’s naughty to sneak this porn into the house and then masturbate without permission in your room?”

Lindsay’s head drooped lower. When she spoke her voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry Mistress.”

“Sit down in the chair and show me what you’ve been doing in your bedroom.”

“Excuse me, Mistress?”

Lindsay’s head snapped up, her eyes widening with shock.

“I want to see what pleasure was worth the punishment I’m going to give you.”

Their eyes locked. Lindsay felt herself moving backwards. Her legs hit the chair and she sank down into it, her knees suddenly weak.

“Lift up your dress and remove your panties. You will show me exactly what you’ve been doing these last few nights.”

Her body moved automatically to her commands. When she spread her legs and felt her pussy she was surprised at how wet she had become.

Masturbating in front of her Mistress was always a sweet mixture of humiliation and pleasure. Her body trembled in anticipation of the coming spanking. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she came on her fingers.

After her moans subsided, the room seemed quieter than before. Mistress Vera was silent for a long while, her eyes staring into Lindsay’s. Finally she spoke.

“What is my rule regarding masturbation?”

Lindsay began to sit up and close her legs. Mistress’ gaze stopped her.

“I’m only to masturbate with your permission Mistress.”

“And what is my rule regarding reading material?”

“All reading material must first be approved by you Mistress.”

“Then these two infractions must be added to your list.” She wrote the two items on the last page. “I had told you to bring me a complete list of the rules you had outright broken or neglected. You did not even follow that command fully.” Again she added to the list. Lindsay knew not to argue.

“Stand up and assume the position.”

In the study ‘assume the position’ meant only one thing. Lindsay quickly stood up, undressed completely and then bent over the desk.

Her Mistress stood up and walked around the desk slowly. From the corner she picked up the punishment paddle. It was a round leather paddle with a wood handle. Though Lindsay had felt it many times before, this paddle always made her gasp in pain.

Lindsay braced herself for the spanking. Mistress Vera brought her arm down quick, smacking Lindsay’s bare bottom. Over and over the paddle came down, each time reddening her cheeks more. The smack of the leather paddle made her whole body shake. But even though the paddle stung horribly Lindsay couldn’t ignore that her pussy was more wet now than it had been in the chair before.

Finally, the spanking stopped. Lindsay panted for breath. She was sure her punishment was over but she knew better than to move without permission.

But Mistress Vera wasn’t finished. She walked over to the umbrella stand in the corner. Lindsay bit back a groan. The stand didn’t hold umbrella-it held canes.

Walking back towards the desk Mistress Vera whipped the cane through the air. Lindsay shivered; the cane was the hardest punishment for her to take. Her Mistress picked up her list and started reading it aloud. After every neglected task Mistress Vera gave her a cane stroke. Without prompting Lindsay thanked her each time. She knew she deserved each one.

Afterward she sincerely kissed the cane. Mistress Vera gave her permission to dress and then sent her off to bed. Her entire body ached as she walked up the stairs. She was exhausted yet felt lighthearted. Lindsay hated being punished but knew that it would make her a better slave for her Mistress.

Though she thought about the punishments the night before, Lindsay did not let herself become distracted from her morning duties. She diligently prepared breakfast, not skipping a single detail. As she carried the breakfast tray upstairs to Mistress Vera’s bedroom Lindsay felt recommitted to her servitude. She would not cut corners again.

New Floggers

  • Posted on June 17, 2009 at 11:02 pm

I love floggers. Here’s a pic of me using one on a sexy submissive.

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Recently, a dominant friend gave me a wonderful gift. Two leather floggers!

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The handle is made out of bocote, cocobolo and bloodwood.

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The leather is oil tanned. The color is gorgeous.

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The second flogger:

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This one’s handle is made out of ash and cocobolo.

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This flogger is heavier and will hurt more. Mmm…

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I can’t wait to use these on some naughty submissives!

Playtime with Sera

  • Posted on May 20, 2009 at 12:46 am

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This month I have the pleasure of doing a double spanking session with Sera. Will we have fun? Absolutely!

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Virgin Slut Hole

  • Posted on February 27, 2009 at 2:25 pm

Virgin Slut Hole
by Mistress Twilight

Bill rode the subway home. It was a late night and a chill was in the air. He, however, felt very warm inside. Holding the hand bar as the subway rode along, he remembered the events that led him to tonight, returning home after a session with his Mistress.

He had always had submissive tendencies, but had never found a woman who desired that in a man. Finally, he worked up the courage to go to a support group. The people were friendly and supportive and while he remained hopeful, he had yet to find someone. There was a holiday play party at Christmas and he went, dressing up for the occasion. He wore black spandex and a leather harness he had bought himself as a present.

At the party he felt shy and couldn’t work up the courage to strike up a conversation. He kept to himself, quietly sipping his punch. He watched as a woman flogged a man across the room, wishing that it were he.

Then a sultry voice whispered into his ear, “I can see you’re looking for something. Guidance perhaps? Instruction?”

He turned and saw a beautiful woman, the sight taking his breath away. She was tall and voluptuous, wearing a black leather corset and short leather skirt. Her long black hair framed an enchanting face. Her lips moved sensuously as she spoke with intense eyes focused upon his.

He stayed by her side the rest of the night. He confessed his submissiveness to her and his newness to the lifestyle, but he could tell she had already guessed these things. After that night she began to train him as her slave. Over the winter he went to her condo across town at the end of every week.

He was to wear a leather cock ring during these visits. He put it on before work and wore it all day. After work he rode the subway to his Mistress. One Friday he woke up late and forgot the cock ring. The day was hectic and he didn’t remember until he was walking to the subway station. He didn’t have time to run home and get it; that would make him late for her and she did not tolerate lateness.

He arrived and duly apologized. She punished him anyway. She placed him over her knee and gave him a thorough hairbrush spanking. After she had finished she began stroking his ass cheeks.

“And what do we have here slave?”

“Nothing Mistress,” Bill replied nervously.

“Nothing? Why it looks like a slut hole to me.” Mistress ran her finger over his opening, causing him to shiver.

“Mistress, I’ve never been touched there before.”

“A virgin slut. Mmmm, I like that.”

And that was all she said. She rubbed his tender ass and soon dismissed him. He wondered about her actions. She had been pleased to learn of his innocence but had done nothing beyond questioning him. All week anxiety and expectation plagued him.

Another Friday came and he went to his Mistress as usual. She opened the door with a devilish gleam in her eye. As was expected he began to undress and knelt on the floor when fully disrobed.

Mistress began to pace back and forth in front of him.

“Now you promised to do anything for me. Is that true?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You promised to give anything to me. Is that true?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You swore to hide nothing from me. Every part of your essence belongs to me. Is that true?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Her heels made clicking noises as she walked slowly in front of him.

“Today I will test these promises. I want you to prove your obedience to me. Do you understand”?

“Yes, Mistress.” Bill was shivering now. Not knowing what to expect but eager to prove himself, he waited patiently.

She sat upon the sofa and beckoned him silently with one finger. Bill crawled across the floor and kneeled before her.

She pulled him over her knees and began to spank him with a studded leather paddle that lie beside her. The spanking was long and sensual. The intensity slowly built until his ass was stinging and he writhed against her thighs.

Mistress set aside the paddle and began to fondle his behind, scratching her fingers against the skin and squeezing his asscheeks.

“You will deny me no part of yourself will you slave?”

“No Mistress.” Bill felt her part his asscheeks and run a finger over his asshole.

“Even this little slut hole, this most private part of yourself is mine isn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Her finger withdrew for an instant and then returned to rubbing the rim of his asshole. It was now wet and cool and slid into his tightness easily.

“Yes this is embarrassing,” Bill thought. It even hurt a bit. But the pleasure of being entered was intoxicating.

Mistress stroked him with her finger. This made him lift up to met her and moan, with each curve of the finger.

“You will take whatever I give won’ t you?”

Bill could barely utter the words “Yes Mistress” between moans of pleasure.

“Good. Relax slave and you will take more.”

He relaxed his muscles and waited. Her finger withdrew halfway and stopped. Another cool, wet finger slid inside and he shuddered in ecstasy. All embarrassment had melted away and he gave himself to the intoxicating sensations. He was hard and rubbed against Mistress’s lap.

“You are such a slut. This little hole is sucking up my fingers.” She plunged deeper inside of him. “You want more don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress, please.”

“Beg for it. Tell me what you crave.”

With this prompt, Bill began to beg in earnest. “Please Mistress. Please fuck my slut hole. I long to be filled. Please fuck me like the slut I am.”

She withdrew her fingers as he pleaded. At once he stifled a cry, the empty feeling surprising him.

“Go to my dresser and bring me back the cock that’s in the top drawer.”

Bill crawled to her dresser and stood before it. His hands were shaking so badly with anticipation he could barely open the drawer. Inside nestled among her lacy panties sat a dildo and leather harness.

Instinctively he knew he was to crawl back to her. The humiliation of what would follow was overwhelming. He couldn’t relax while she put it in his…

But it wasn’t his anymore. It was her slut hole now, hers to do with as she pleased. With this in mind he placed the dildo in the harness and the head in his mouth. He crawled back and waited for her to begin.

“Very good. But you took too long. You were wavering weren’t you?”

Bill nodded a yes.

“You will take twenty for doubting. Present.”

He instantly laid the dildo on the coffee table and bent over, spreading himself for her. Clicking heels told him she had left the room. She had returned with her slapper. It was made of thick leather and wielded a nasty sting. As promised, she delivered twenty strokes, each one giving him a sharp sting and rocking him on his feet. Bill thankfully kissed the slapper and apologized earnestly for his doubting.

“Lean over the back of the sofa.” Nervousness returned as he followed her instructions. She came up behind him and firmly grabbed his rear. It was sensitive from the beating, causing him to wince slightly.

The coolness of her finger slid inside him again. Anxiety melted and he arched his ass into the air.

“You want this don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress, please. I’m such a slut. Please fuck me like a cheap whore.”

During his pleadings she had slipped another finger inside his tight hole causing him to moan these words. Fingers withdrew and the cold wet head of Mistress’s cock pressed against his puckered slut hole.

“I want you to relax your entire body. Open yourself up completely. Breath slowly now…”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The head slid inside of him and his body stretched to receive it.

“Take a deep breath.” As he inhaled she slipped the cock deeper within and his well-lubricated hole widened, sucking her in eagerly. She worked the cock in and out until she could easily slide all of it inside.

Mistress pulled almost out of him then and shoved back in, filling him completely. Bill whimpered from the pleasure and the pain. Ecstasy rippled through his body.

“You like this don’t you slut?”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you… Thank you.”

She fucked him long and hard. Sensations began to build and his cock strained for release. Unable to stroke himself because his hands were pinned behind his back, Bill softly moaned into the upholstery.

Her thrusts intensified and he groaned loudly in response.

“You can come from me fucking you, can’t you little slut.”

“Yes, Mistress. Please may I cum while you’re inside me?”

“Let me hear how much you want it.”

Bill begged and his cock began to throb. Pleading always brought him to the brink of orgasm.

Reaching around his thigh, she grabbed his balls and squeezed them hard, digging in her nails.

“Cum now slave.”

The orgasm overtook him and he spurted in rhythm as she thrust into him, pounding him against the upholstery. The only sound to be heard was his exhausted panting as she slowly pulled out of him.

“Thank you, oh thank you Mistress.” Bill’s voice was just a whisper now.

“You made a mess all over my sofa. Clean it up.” Her nails scraped his scalp as she grabbed a fistful of hair and pushed his face into the cum soaked spot. He licked up his cum gratefully, so eager to please her.

She excused him shortly afterwards. Bill went to his pile of clothes, dressed and thanked her once more. Then he caught the subway and rode it across town.

Riding home, swaying slightly as the subway rumbled along, he smiled at these memories. His ass tingled, his hole still throbbing from her cock. He cherished these sensations and knew he’d never be the same again.