On Clothes

DOMS DO IT WITH THEIR BOOTS ON.

When I have time to start making T-shirts again, that will be one of the first slogans I do.
But do we?

I'm possibly an unusual Domme, in that I can't walk in heels. Much as I love the way boots make me stand, and the height advantage, I can just about stride from one side of my bedroom to the other in them.
I own one pair of boots, donated to me by a girl friend, not precisely my size, and with platform heels, not stilettos. They're good for nights out, but my Boy is always treated to the spectacle of his Lady striding confidently out of the club, and pausing at the first bench to change into her tatty trainers for the walk home.

I don't own a proper corset - though I would like to, and I have a blouse with lacing up the back to look like one. I haven't ever owned stilettos and I don't want to - I don't get on with impractical footwear. I tend to dom in minimal costume, and have been known to exercise control in dungarees, in an ancient pair of ripped jeans and a T-shirt, and frequently naked.

When I first started domming, I bought a belt made of a set of chain links, interwoven with a strip of black silky material. I incorporated it into the first scene I really planned beforehand. This was, in fact, the genesis of Psyche as a character. I didn't believe for a moment that my real-life persona had a hint of Domme in her, so I invented Psyche as a mask to hide behind. As with most of my planning, it was written in the diary.

I really need to plan this all more, especially as I haven’t yet managed to do anything properly dommy without going vanilla halfway through out of shyness.
The scenario I have been turning over in my mind is something like this. Having got him back here, and started kissing on the bed, before the removing of clothes, I will blindfold him and tell him to sit still on the bed while I get ready. He must sit still and not fidget, and I will make quite sure he can’t see me.
Then I will strip off and put on my black pearls as a choker, and my boots – doing up the zips slowly, since they’re audible...
I'm fooling about with the props now, nude and seeing how I look. I look amazing in the pearls and the boots. Also I have just tried laying the chain-belt in my lap so it was the same shape as my triangle. It’s very very kinky in an arty way.

The belt came into play frequently after this scene. I wrapped it round my hips with outfits to go out, I wore it with nothing else but one earring to tantalise my Boy, and I often used it to tie him to the bed, or his wrists behind his back.

One thing I have learned since I started Domming was the power of being feminine. I tend to dress very boyishly as a general rule, since I feel comfortable and powerful when I look butch. Wearing a clingy dress, stockings, and fancy underwear is a way of exercising power I'm not used to. It's a safe way of doing it - I feel vulnerable being feminine usually, but with my Boy I am entirely in control so more comfortable.
I got the sort of stockings they call hold-ups, rather than ones that go with a suspender belt, and made Cupid learn to remove them with his teeth. I don't dare to get a suspender belt, I suspect it'd be too complicated for my practical mind.

So, how about his clothes?

Lately, I've been playing around with the psychological effects of being dressed or not. Making him strip off while I'm still fully clothed adds to his humiliation and vulnerability, which seems to work for him. One of my favourite scenes recently involved me dressing him as a girl, in stockings, lacy pants and a girly dressing-gown. I stayed dressed throughout, and wore my boots, which bring me almost up to his height, and played about with the masculine/feminine dynamics. (I'll describe this scene in more detail later).

Similarly, when I'm being a sub I often femme up. I recently got a long skirt, which Cupid has made me wear when he's domming, with nothing underneath.

One of the first things I ordered Cupid to do was turn up on dates with no underwear on. I like this, because it's simple, no one can tell he's going commando, and it makes stripping him off so much easier. The first time I did this, when I was very insecure about domming, I wrote a text which ran:

"dinner at mine one night next week (not thurs). no arguments. No underwear. Pxxx."

I was going to delete it, but a more experienced friend sent it. Being shy of anything so brazen at that point, I thought it was too extreme and didn't dare, so she snatched the phone off me and sent it herself. I spent the next day in a tizz wondering if he'd run a mile, but he turned up for dinner seriously thrilled by the idea, and obediently commando.

Within the last fortnight, I gave Cupid the same order for an evening out at the cinema. Due to a change of plan, I slept at his place the previous night, and I noticed in the morning when he dressed that he put his boxers on. I kept quiet, and spent the day looking forward to punishing him for forgetting. When I met him from work that night, I performed my usual inconspicuous grope to check, and found that he'd remembered after all, and obviously changed at work. I had no option but to be very pleased with him and promise him a treat for being an obedient Boy.