She looked at her wrist, although She stopped wearing a watch ages ago. “You’re late. Again.” He sighed and opened his mouth for a lengthy explanation, but Her words slashed through his vocal cords like a knife through butter. “Drop down your pants, Harold.” He looked baffled and had a got-run-over-by-a-freight-train look in his eyes. Sure, they’d played some kinky games before, but it was a bit too early in the day for that. He quickly snapped out of it though, shrugged his shoulders and dropped his pants. “Come and lay over My knees,” She said. He knew what was coming, but he decided to call Her bluff. Come on, She wasn’t really going through with this, was She? She was. She spanked him with all Her fury, using Her hand, a hairbrush and a paddle. He cried out for Her to stop, but She would not, it was time to teach him a lesson. Besides, there was something growing hard in his pants. So there you have it: it’s never too late to be in time for a harsh spanking.
I lived with Selma for almost three years and She could be demanding, shrewd and seductive at times. She knew my weak spots and She targeted them mercilessly whenever She wanted something. Bossy, that’s the word I was looking for. I didn’t realise it at the time, but She was in fact a natural born dominant. Her need to control was very real, I didn’t have to ask for it and I certainly didn’t have to pay for it; it came with the package. She never punished me or anything, though. She knew nothing about my submissive feelings and there were no BDSM toys in the house. She didn’t need all that, I guess, She knew way too well She could make me do anything by pushing the right buttons. There was more realism to Her authority than to all the stuff you see on Femdom websites. And yet I left Her in the hope of finding a real Mistress…. So the question is: how important are punishments and humiliations to us. Is being Bossy enough or not near enough?
It took him four expensive sessions before he was ready to tell his shrink about his submissive feelings. But She didn’t even blink an eye, She just sat there being beautiful. She asked: “Have you ever served a Mistress?” He looked at Her in disbelief. “Certainly not,” he said. “Why not?” He opened his mouth to launch a mighty clever answer, but he couldn’t find one. “Don’t know,” he murmured. She got up from Her chair and said: “trousers down and bend over.” He panicked. “Are you out of your mind,” he cried. She slapped him really hard and Her razor-sharp voice lashed out at him. “Put down your fucking trousers. NOW!” He was ready to shit his pants, which was impossible, because his pants were now on his ankles. The first stroke of the cane (where did that thing come from?) wasn’t really hard, but hard enough to make him jump up like a kangaroo. “Now,” She said, “I’ll teach you everything there is to know, starting with the Reign of My Cane.”