I received an email from Eric today... He wanted to play a
game. A role-play game. Eric's character was going to be called 'Alex', a junior
stable boy under the employment of Lady Leyla.
Alex has secrets. Alex loves to dress in women's clothing.
It is Alex's day off and he has snuck into the woods on the manor houses
grounds in his feminine clothes and is enjoying his favorite pass time of
playing with his ass. He gets caught by the Lady of the Manor.
Today, I am the Lady of the manor
Reading this little scenario gave me ideas. It wasn't going
to be a simple '"Bad boy alex, what are you doing? You will be
punished!" Oh no! Alex was really going to get it.
Since Alex was going to be under my employment as a stable
boy, he was going to have to wear a butt-plug with a horse tail attached to it.
A nice long swishy tail - I am laughing as I write this... He was going to have
to swish his butt to get the tail to swish. He was also going to have to really
clench to stop the tail falling off. I will not have my amusement hampered by
prop failures. This was going to be amusing.
When planning a scenario, I try to imagine all the things I
could do which are going to amuse me.
The tail was one prop I would need to make....
So, Alex likes to wear womens clothing.... Normally, when
men choose the clothing it will fall under the tags of either what they
perceive as slutty - black, red, leopard print trashy Essex girl of the 80's,
or what their mothers would have worn in the 60's - with green eyeshadow. No
kidding. I sometimes wonder when they stopped examining real women, because
believe me, real women would not be seen dead in what most of these guys enjoy
wearing and truly believe they look femme. But I'm digressing.....
Alex was going to wear very high heels - trying to walk in
these in the grass outdoors was going to be funny..... So black heels. To
compliment them, fishnet tights - tights because it will help keep his tail in
place. Padded bra with insert ables and a flowing, short mini dress.... Love
knobbly knees..
I like clients to prepare themselves for the start of a
session. I will leave instruction and the clothing I want them to wear ready
for wear ready for when they arrive. So Eric arrived to a note, his clothing and
tail ready, he had to be dressed and outside in the garden within 5 minutes...
in the meantime, I enjoyed a tea and cigarette - watching from a distance. Why?
Because I find it highly amusing watching a man attempting to correctly wear
womens clothing - it is always an epic fail.
Eric had offered several ideas on how he could be punished,
what could happen to his charater, how the scene could end.This is usually the
client's do-s and don'ts.
Time was almost up. I sent a text to Master Drezda who was
in the main house. He was to come up and discover Alex with me. Something Eric
didn't know was going to happen. A little spice.
I strolled into the garden. Alex was lying in the grass
playing with his tail. Part of being a Pro domme is learning how to keep a
straight face. Never let them see you laughing, unless of course, thats what
they wanted. As I neared Alex, Master Drezda also approached. We stood together
and hollered "What on earth is going on?"
Alex was taken into the dungeon, where he was photographed
by Master Dresda. He was laughed at, tied up, interrogated and made to strip to
only his tail. He confessed his sins and begged for forgiveness, begged we
didn't show the photograph to the other stable employees. The Master left with
the camera... He was now at my mercy, and mercy is something I don't usually
have. With the blackmail of the photos, I had him where I wanted.
He was made to wear a pony bit and a child size saddle. If
he was the stable boy, he knew full well how a pony should be have when ridden.
And ride him I did, all around the garden, on his knees, with my hardy riding
crop. But ponies sweat and need brushing down. So indoors he was made to take a
damn good grooming with my tough bristled brush, and every time he couldn't
stand still he got the crop.
Eric enjoyed his session...and I loved it.
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