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Written by Mistress Dolores
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Tuesday, 15 July 2008 |
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met my future husband in a bar at a gothic-themed ‘80's dance night. He
was decked out in black vinyl pants and mesh shirt, through which his
nipple rings were visible. We chatted over drinks at the edge of the
dance floor, shouting above the pounding strains of Depeche Mode's
"Master and Servant."
He knew the lyrics! It occurred to me that he might let me tie him up
and spank his nipples with a leather riding crop, but I didn't want to
get ahead of myself. My last partner had consented to being tied up,
but his manhood had wilted before the crop even touched him, his eyes
squinched shut in panic.
"How many piercings do you have?" I asked. His answer would determine
whether he was addicted to pain or got pierced simply for fashion.
"Six"
he said, and smiled. He had no facial piercings and his earlobes were
tender and naked; that meant four lovely pieces of metal in vulnerable,
delicious places that I couldn't see. My palms began to sweat, and I
clutched my rum and coke tighter, taking a big gulp and draining the
glass.
Then I gave him the submissive test. It's simple: Give a potential partner a direct command.
"Get me another rum and coke" I demanded. I looked him in the eyes and
made sure our fingers touched as I handed him my glass. I smiled
without showing any teeth; the full-wattage smile was reserved for
submissives of exceeding obedience and grace.
How someone responds to an order tells where he or she falls on the
dominance/submissive scale. A submissive person will obey a command
instantly, without question. A more dominant person might do your
bidding, but only after hesitating for a moment and challenging you
with a gaze; these might be good switches, which is important if you
require your sub to take the dominant role occasionally. Another dom
will challenge you outright and will never submit to a direct order.
David hastened to the bar to refresh my drink with an alacrity that
made me wet between the legs. I checked out his firm, tight buttocks in
the vinyl pants and imagined how beautiful they would look striped with
red marks from my flogger. He was a redhead; his skin was parchment
white. I could brand my name into his back with drops of hot candle
wax. I breathed deeply, trying to ratchet down my arousal—a vain
attempt. He was gorgeous as he fastened his attention on my drink,
biting his lower lip in his effort to navigate the crowded room without
spilling a drop. He knew instinctively that if he lost even a sip of my
cocktail, I'd make him pay.
A riot grrrl elbowed him and a disc of liquid flew onto the wood floor.
He looked at me, an apology in his eyes. Was I imagining the question,
the elation in his glance? I could swear he was almost glad that he'd
failed at the task I set him.
Turns out, he was filled with equal amounts of dread and lust; submissive nervous-system nirvana.
Our relationship hasn't always been easy, but it has never been boring.
Sometimes his submissiveness lands him in awkward situations, such as
when I first met his college roommates at one of their house parties:
David went MIA for two hours, and I eventually found him jaybird naked,
being body painted by two nude women. Once, at an opening-night theater
party, an effusive stranger yanked David off my arm and began
auctioning him off to an admiring group of groping strangers. He shot
me the kind of look a baby seal gives Greenpeace volunteers.
Eleven years later, I am a happy dom who never has to clean her own
apartment as long as she garbs herself beautifully and directs her
loving sub firmly to use the eco-friendly glass cleaner she just bought.
Whether you require tips on wetting your feet in the BDSM play pool or
step-by-step scripts for how to voice-train your slave, Mistress
Dolores has you covered. Tune in to future columns on how to make
spanking implements out of everyday household objects. |
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