"“Fear can be a potent aphrodisiac.”"
Separation is Key.
For a long time, I considered myself a switch. Some may remember my mentioning of that within one of the articles I did some time ago for EdenCafe. However, when I was recently put into a position of being the Domme in a scene, I found that it almost came natural to me. I felt more at home in my own skin at that point, and it just seemed to flow very well. So, first off, I would like to introduce you to my life as a beginning Domme.
My boots play a very significant role in me switching from my normal every day life into that of a Domme, as I try to separate my life outside the bedroom and in it. Usually during scenes I wear my black or gray knee high boots, and a pair of black skintight pants. Somewhere in between, a steel boned corset. I have a rather large corset fetish, and I own about five or six of them myself. I wear them every time I get a chance.
This may sound like a very simple separation, but it is the easiest way for me to switch from Vanilla life into my role within the BDSM one. Having said such, you will rarely find me wearing boots outside the sanctity of my home. I think that the separation of the two is very important, because those who live just vanilla lives, might have a harder time dealing with someone who does not hide that they are a dominant in public.
Growing up, I was never able to explore the part of me that was into the lifestyle. I grew up in a very traditional home. My father was born in 1937 and my mother in 1946, so I grew up with the old time values where the husband went to work and the wife was a homemaker. Even through the harder times of our economy, my father was the type of man who made this work. He was always the strong one in our family, and for a long time I fell into these beliefs that this was how the world was.
It wasn't until I went to college that my eyes were really opened to how the world was. It was at that point I was able to be introduced to the BDSM world, and I haven't looked back since.
She wished to moan.
The first scene I was able to do was very simple and very light bondage. It involved my friend's girl, whom they gave permission for me to play with one night. He collared her, and then leashed before handing the 'reins' over to me. I commanded her to strip, and I tied her down to the bed with silk rope. This was a little bit of a feat, because the ropes had to be ran just right under the mattress as the frame did not have a head board or a foot board equipped.
After I had her secured, I told her that she was to make no sound at all during this session. She nodded in understanding, and I blindfolded her. Her husband and I left the room then for about ten minutes, allowing her to adjust to being in the dark. The purpose of this was to heighten her sense of touch and hearing. After the allotted time was up, I returned to the room with her husband. He sat in a chair was I went to work.
I dripped hot massage oil across her skin. It rolled over her tanned flesh easily and as it cooled, it waxed over again. I watched her face as she tried not to make a sound, arching up from the bed with a sharp movement, hoping secretly that she would disobey my order just once. However, she managed to keep herself from moaning. The next portion of the scene involved ice, which I ran over the very sensitive portions of her body. It perked her nipples quite nicely, and gave her a sharp tremble as I brought it over her thighs. As I neared her clit, I was sure that I was going to get her to cry out. However, it simply never happened.
After alternating between the hot and cold sensations for some time, about forty five minutes, I took my whip, a nice leather whip that you can find here on EdenFantasys, and whipped the her inner thighs with it. She wanted to climax at this point. She was wet, very wet, but I wasn't going to allow that just yet. The wax on her skin had hardened just enough, and I slowly peeled it from her body, causing her toes to curl and her body to give another sharp tremble. The girl's senses were on fire, but it was another twenty minutes before I let her have it.
I had her husband fuck her at that point, as I sat in my chair, watching. She had still not been given permission to make a sound, so even as she was finally allowed to orgasm, she wasn't able to scream. I took a lot of pleasure in watching her cling to those bedsheets.
When it was all said and done, her husband and I performed her after care, bringing her down from the high that she had been on. We untied her and allowed her to curl up between the two of us, and she thanked me for the scene.
Binding it all up.
I haven't moved into the heavier bits of BDSM yet, but I'm hoping to do so as I get my feet wet. I am hoping to find a mentor in my area soon, as well. There is a lot that you can learn on the internet, however I don't want to be classified as the 'bored housewife who decided to get into BDSM for something to do'. I want to learn from someone, and learn in the 'old ways'. I hope that I'll be able to find such soon, but one never knows how life will work out.
For now, I bid you farewell, and hope that you will read again...
The next time that those boots come on.