On Words II

This is a scene I wrote in my diary, partly as a fantasy, partly as a model for verbal domming.

'OK, pretty Boy, come here. Down. Good boy. [I stroke his hair, maybe take it down at this point. He goes to hug me] Don’t touch. Not till I say. [I push his hands back to him. More kissing. Then I lean back and look him up and down very frankly] Take your shirt off [he does. I look some more, then pinch his nipple, hard.] Mmm. Very pretty. [I stroke him. Maybe kiss him a bit. Break away] How does it feel to be put exactly where you belong – kneeling at my feet? [he says – something nice. I find some omission – he hasn’t said ‘my Lady’ or similar. I correct him.] Better. So, remind me, who’s in control? [‘You are’ – presumably] Good. Don’t forget that. And who are you here to please? [‘you’ I expect. If the slightest hesitation or wrong answer] You don’t seem very sure. Let me remind you. [slap on the face] Does that make it clearer? Try again – who’s in control? [right answer]
Good. Good boy. [more affectionate kissing, etc. He goes to hug me again.] What did I tell you earlier? Don’t touch. Put your hands behind your back. Look at the floor. [I fool with him, more erotically this time – tease his neck] Does that feel good? [‘Yes’] It’s more than you deserve. Isn’t it? [‘Yes’] Lately, you’ve been getting rather out of hand, haven’t you? Haven’t you? I said, look at the floor. If I had meant ‘look at my crotch’, I would have said so. [I pull his hair to get his head back into position] You’ve been very – troublesome lately. I seem to remember you coming into my room and failing to kneel down. And ‘forgetting’ to follow my instructions on Sunday. And you seem to think it’s up to you to dictate in bed. [Brief stroking] Remind me, who are you here to please? [‘you my Lady’] So, not you, by any chance? [‘no my Lady’] Good. You seem to have got the idea. [Kiss] But I shall still have to punish you. This is what I’m going to do. [I'm tickling the base of his spine here – when he wriggles, I tell him off for fidgetting] I’m going to tie you up, and use you however I want – or if I get bored, I might just leave you there. You’re going to do exactly as I say throughout, and if you’re very good, I might let you come. On the other hand, since you’ve been so bad lately, I shall probably decide to leave you in suspense. Understood?
Get up. Take off your socks but leave your trousers on. I don’t want you to freeze – I may be cruel but I’m not unkind. On the bed. [sitting astride his hips, I tie his arms at the top corners of the bed, then stretch his legs out and tie them to the bottom corners. Then I blindfold him. I get up and take off my pullover – leaving my black bra and black trousers. Sitting on his crotch, I look down at him, and touch him, fool about, whatever seems good to turn him on; also mild tickling.] Keep still. I said, keep still. [I do something to make him make a noise] Hush, you’re too loud. Bad boy. You’re not doing too well with this obedience idea, are you now? [I start biting, or pinching his inner thighs, which will definitely make him squeal]. Will you stop that row? I’m quite happy to go and tell your housemates why you’re making a row, and what you did to deserve it. Do you want me to? [‘No’] Well then, keep the noise down. [More tickling] I said, keep still. Oh, you’re impossible. I give up. You can stay there till you calm down a bit.'

EITHER (Scene 1) 'I’m going to sit and read in the corner. Now, I shall take the blindfold off. But you are to keep looking at the ceiling, do you understand? [I get up, take off a few more clothes] The ceiling, I said! Do you want me to go home and leave you like that? Well then, behave. [I produce my book and sit in the corner reading it] Have you read this? It’s very lesbian. There are beautiful women licking each others’ breasts by about page five. [I let this sink in] Oh, I’ve just got to the bit with the baby oil. Good grief. Are you fidgetting? No? Good. [pause. Then a laugh] God, this is kinky. There are three of them now, all naked and oiled up and pretty. [pause]. Tell me if I’m boring you. [if he wants me to come back to him] I’m having much too much fun. Oh, they’ve started going down on each other. Mmm. [pause. I may just start fondling my own breasts at this point.] Oh, they’ve found a man who was watching them, and they’re trying to decide whether to fuck him or spank him. [pause] They’re going to fuck him. How unimaginative. [I abandon the book and go back to the bed] I hope that didn’t bore you terribly. [I feel his cock.] Ah, apparently not. [I sit on him again]

OR (Scene 2) [I leave the room with no indication of if or when I’m coming back. I count to a hundred or so. Then return, and sit on him again.] ‘I bet you’ve been lying there longing for me to get back, haven’t you? [yes] Good. That’s part of the punishment. So, tell me, what else were you thinking of? [I have no idea of the answer to that one – maybe ‘how bad I’ve been’ ] No, you’re saying that to please me. [or, if ‘oiled up lesbians’ or similar] You don’t learn, do you? Bad boy. [I slap his face] I could guess what you’re thinking now, too, looking at me like this. You’re thinking how you’d like to fuck me, aren’t you? [I speak softly and insinuatingly] you’re thinking how good that would be? ['yes'] But not tonight. You’ve been much too bad. But…[I undo his trousers, which are still on, and tease him]. Are you feeling very ill-treated because I haven’t been touching you? Well, now I’m going to show you how much crueller I can be when I do. Look at you, all thrilled and wound up. [I tease him extensively] I do enjoy doing this to you. You look very very pretty like that. [more teasing] You turn me on when you’re all helpless and thrilled. [I continue along these lines until he is really REALLY turned on.] Actually, I’m going to finish myself off. You can just wait till I feel like doing things for you. [I don’t think I shall make him come]

I didn't, in the end.