more shopping for billy

Once when I was shopping for lingerie I had a long discussion with the shop proprietor about the purchasing habits of her male customers. She told me that the majority of men like to buy black lingerie but if they fail to show any interest in black then she knows that they need to be taken across the room to her white stock. Ever since it has been one of the questions that I ask men. Often they look at me quizzically as it is the first time they have been asked, so I become more specific and ask them what they like the models in pornography to wear. Then they look thoughtful before giving an answer.

So it was quite natural for me to want to know billy's preference. However I thought it would be more fun to send him shopping. I told him the size to buy and then made it quite clear that he had to select a pair of panties that would turn him on.

As always he got straight on to the task and was soon able to report back that he had made a purchase. We arranged another meeting for me to see them.

Well I had a surprise waiting for me. Billy had chosen the prettiest pair of panties in apricot, with a lace panel at the front and net at the rear. I held them up to view and it was clear from billy's expression that he wanted to see me wearing them. I had a brilliant idea that would double billy's pleasure.

I slowly drew my panties down my legs and placed them on the table. Then equally slowly I drew the new panties up and gave him the merest glimpse of them covering my tush. They fitted very well and felt sleek against my skin. I ran my hands over my bottom and enjoyed the tight feeling of flesh encased.

Billy was twitching with anticipation and his eyes shone. It was time to bring him closer to earth. I took my panties from the table and told him to open his mouth, as he complied they became a gag. Then he was put across my lap and the hairbrush was put into action. The hairbrush is an evil tool and the pantie gag was necessary. I took my time and let the juices from my arousal seep into the new panties.

The spanking over I removed the pantie gag and laid the wet panties back on the table. "I will leave these here for you to wash and return to me" I told him. That was clearly an honour for him.

We continued with the prostate massage and later he got a release that left him prostrate on the floor. Our time together was over. I pulled the new panties down and stepped out of them. "You had better wash these ones too" I told him. And then I left the building pantie-less.


PS - no prizes for guessing that the new panties were sniffed religiously for days before he finally washed them.

reflections from the dungeon

Recently I had the opportunity to inspect the rooms of a dungeon that are available to hire. It was interesting to see the rooms kitted out in such a cliched manner. Black walls, spanking benches, racks of whips and paddles, buckets of canes, ropes of various lengths and drawers filled with all those smaller items of torture.

Billy has expressed a desire to be disciplined in one of these venues. He craves the freedom to scream and yell without incurring the interest of the people who work around him and I am happy to give him what he desires, a thorough flogging. So I picked up each of one of the floggers, crops, paddles and whips to feel them in my hand and swipe them through the air. I found them uninspiring, workhorses for mass use.

It was then that I truly appreciated the care I have taken in selecting my own tools. Each fits in to my hand and invites use. The deerskin flogger is heavy and curves with a graceful arc to land on his back with a thoroughly satisfying thwack. I have a couples of canes made with different materials which I still have to master, a crop which amuses me (although not as much as the belt) and sundry smaller spanking instruments like the loathed hairbrush. With the addition of a paddle and whip my arsenal will be competent to meet billy's request without resorting to the use of the dungeons selection.

I returned home in a thoughtful mood. Until this point dungeons had held a romantic place in my fetish heart. The idea of a wall of tools and equipment for restraint was food for imagination. Now I can see that there is something unreal about them. It is so much more enjoyable to contemplate the vision of marty kneeling on my carpet or billy across my lap as I sit on the lounge. Something so much more subversive about the dildos nesting amongst lace and leather gloves in a box or the flogger strung from a hanger with my favorite dress.

The visit to the dungeon has revealed where there are gaps in my tool box and I will gradually add those items as I want to use them. But the greatest value of the visit was to open my eyes to the joy of dominance in the home.

Countdown to cum

The weekly attempts to milk billy's prostate continued with amusement for me and extended pleasure for him. I sent him to my favorite fetish store to buy a butt plug so that he could begin to loosen up his tight little anal sphincter for me. He complied very quickly with my instruction and then began to insert the plug each morning for a set time.


To no one's surprise, I am sure, he reported back that he got an erection every time and dribbled precum that made his undies wet. I trust that he was truthful when telling me that he refrained from touching himself or cumming.


I hadn't given him the benefit of advice on selecting a butt plug preferring to see what he would select. He chose a small black rubber plug that he very soon discovered would not remain tightly inserted in his butt but would slip out at the first opportunity. So he returned to the store and purchased an inflatable plug that he could pump up to fit snugly. I was impressed by his perseverance.


He laid both of them out for me to inspect on the next assignation. I could see that the small rubber plug would be useful for me to use to open him up a little so my fingers could slide into his ass with greater ease. He had to wait for that though as I wanted to put him across my knee.


Billy is a tall man and it must look rather ridiculous when he stretches across my petite lap. He wriggles and squirms most appallingly and I know it is so that his cock can rub against my thighs. So he receives a severe spanking and quite a lot of verbal admonishment. But I enjoy the sight of his bottom waving around so spanking cross the lap continues when really such a bad boy could be punished more effectively in a different position.


When his bottom is nicely pink and my hand tingles with the effort expended it is time to move on to the prostate massage. He kneels on all fours and presents his ass for my attention. I make sure he is aware of the gloves sliding onto my hands and that he hears the sound of the lubricant squirting out of the tube. My fingers begin to circle his tight pink hole and slip slop the lubricant into place. A condom is put on the plug and I begin to gently massage his ass with it. His cock gets to feel a gloved hand teasing the glans and it jerks about releasing precum.


Billy begs to taste my pussy but this week he is in for disappointment. I tease him by stopping the massage and wiggling my butt in his face, he is quite pitiful in the moaning he makes. I return to his ass and let my fingers do some work.I am becoming smoother in my stroking action and it is clear that billy gets a lot of stimulation. Still I cannot generate the emission of semen that we are seeking.

I decide that this time I will do a count down to his orgasm. It is not my intention to make him fail on this occasion but use it as a fact finding mission to know the number I can select that will lead to failure. He is told to kneel up and when I have his eyes linked to mine tell him he can cum if it is done by the time I have counted to thirty. I begin to count and looking eye to eye he begins to wank. One......to ......twenty eight, semen goes everywhere and he is limp with bliss.


I wonder if he is aware of my evil intentions for the future.

pampered feet

I was browsing the JT's Stockroom catalogue and came across a pair of plastic feet to satisfy the needs of men who salivate at the sight of toes and heels. They remind me of those dolls marketed to little girls which can have their hair and make-up done repeatedly, I wonder if the replica feet can receive pedicures.


These feet want a willing and needy male to take care of them, to nurture them on a regular basis. It would be a leisurely process requiring bathing, moisturising and massaging until they are smooth and scented. I know that he will need to kiss my feet and suck my toes but experience has taught me that he will require instruction in sensitivity and erotic touch. I will not tolerate tickles that cause my reflexes to jerk.

Adding the color needs care and a delicate brush stroke. Each layer - base - color- topcoat to be placed without error. And then they need to dry.....for an hour. Which gives additional opportunity for service.


Sincere applications would be considered.