NaBloPoMo 2017 Post 5: Dear Fuckboy
I can't talk about the very full and fun weekend I just had without first relaying what mischief I was up to on Friday the 10th. I suppose if you dislike the notion of cismales being tormented and denied something they very much want, this isn't the story for you.
Dear fuckboy,
Thank you for the very entertaining evening. It's interesting that when it comes to most social interactions, when I part ways with the person, I usually have at least a vague idea whether they found me charming or annoying, delightful or tiresome. But with you, well, you could absolutely despise me or lust forcefully after me, or both! I have no idea. I suppose we'll see in a few weeks, perhaps?
My dear fuckboy, I did mean what I said at the end of our evening. Within three more events, you'll be on your knees before me, eating out of my hand. That is, of course, if you wish to continue our little dance. I certainly won't force you to do so. One of the things I wish to teach you is all about consent: you have much to learn about how to go about gaining one's enthusiastic consent.
Well, I suppose I should specify, my enthusiastic consent. You were so surprised with how I handled you. You could see the desire roaring in my eyes, taste it on my lips even, but why, oh WHY was I not doing anything you ordered?
Ordered, see. That right there is one part of the problem. The fact that you seem sure that all sex follows the same scripts as mainstream porn, that's another part of the problem.
I did try to explain, as best I could, that the way to seduce a Domme is to submit to her. But there is where our personalities seem at odds: you kept insisting you were "right in the middle", but the more I pressed you to submit, the harder you tried to dominate me.
Your methods were unintentionally hilarious. At one point, you lifted my kilt and delivered some eight or nine hard spanks to my buttocks- I allowed this, for the sensation did remind me of some far-back days when I was a Switch, but it's far from what a proper spanking should be. Perhaps, if you submit to me, I'll teach you how to spank someone properly, with your bare hand or some of my tools.
Another time you flung me on the bed. Another time you wrestled me down. I laughed in pure delight! It had been awhile since anyone play-fought with me, but that alone will not arouse me. Lest anyone reading this be concerned for my safety, let me assure them and you that you do know the basics of consent. You did not stop me when I left the room, once. Similarly, I did not stop you when you left, another time.
Such a strange dance, wasn't it? We paused and parted ways at least thrice, I think you were the first. Your unsated desire was boiling in your eyes, I was gazing into them, savoring that unmet need. You said, "I'm sorry, this isn't working for me." And out you went, puzzled and frustrated.
I remember one part of the night where we were both at the bar, and you managed to do one thing, just one thing that was an actual proper seduction tactic. You approached me gently, shyly, speaking softly as you came to stand behind me. I made no objection as your fingers slid under the hem of my kilt and very lightly traced designs on the flesh of my grand butt. Had you continued to do that, and kept the intensity of your touches very slowly moving from gentle to intense, I might well have submitted, briefly, to you.
But instead, you sensed my slightly softening resistance and touched my vulva with a hard poke. I grinned from ear to ear as my thighs slammed together, sealing you out of that most hotly wanted gate for the rest of the night. But would I come into a room, with a pretty gay boy, to torment you more? Oh yes, I most definitely would. And did.
Quite a good cocksucker, wasn't he? I could tell, I watched him sometimes and I heard your moans and the deep need in your voice. You managed to voice a request to me, not an order! "Sit on my face . . . please?" My goodness! The pretty gay youth and I were so surprised, he stopped his work and we looked at each other. "He did say please." he pointed out, and I agreed. "A good first step." I ruffled your hair, tempting young fuckboy, for such things should be rewarded.
As expected, you saw my reward as just another frustrating roadblock. Silly fuckboy.
I told someone observing us, after you'd left again, that what you didn't understand was that the best place in the world to be is on your knees, eating out of my hand. Lucky me, I then got to demonstrate some basics on two willing submissive men, giving one a first flogging and a second, a first flogging with a few other impact tools. He'd had quite a lot of sex that evening, and all the endorphins flowing through him enabled me to give him a longer and more intense experience than the first sub could handle.
I think I'll be good friends with both those men, as well as the second's cuddly wife who wants to be mentored in impact play and other aspects of domination. It's hard to believe I'm a teacher while still learning myself, but I am! I'll teach you so much, fuckboy, should you decide you want to get on your knees and learn.
And if not, there will be plenty of others eager for my lessons.
See you in a few weeks, fuckboy.
- Your Lady, perhaps.
Dear fuckboy,
Thank you for the very entertaining evening. It's interesting that when it comes to most social interactions, when I part ways with the person, I usually have at least a vague idea whether they found me charming or annoying, delightful or tiresome. But with you, well, you could absolutely despise me or lust forcefully after me, or both! I have no idea. I suppose we'll see in a few weeks, perhaps?
My dear fuckboy, I did mean what I said at the end of our evening. Within three more events, you'll be on your knees before me, eating out of my hand. That is, of course, if you wish to continue our little dance. I certainly won't force you to do so. One of the things I wish to teach you is all about consent: you have much to learn about how to go about gaining one's enthusiastic consent.
Well, I suppose I should specify, my enthusiastic consent. You were so surprised with how I handled you. You could see the desire roaring in my eyes, taste it on my lips even, but why, oh WHY was I not doing anything you ordered?
Ordered, see. That right there is one part of the problem. The fact that you seem sure that all sex follows the same scripts as mainstream porn, that's another part of the problem.
I did try to explain, as best I could, that the way to seduce a Domme is to submit to her. But there is where our personalities seem at odds: you kept insisting you were "right in the middle", but the more I pressed you to submit, the harder you tried to dominate me.
Your methods were unintentionally hilarious. At one point, you lifted my kilt and delivered some eight or nine hard spanks to my buttocks- I allowed this, for the sensation did remind me of some far-back days when I was a Switch, but it's far from what a proper spanking should be. Perhaps, if you submit to me, I'll teach you how to spank someone properly, with your bare hand or some of my tools.
Another time you flung me on the bed. Another time you wrestled me down. I laughed in pure delight! It had been awhile since anyone play-fought with me, but that alone will not arouse me. Lest anyone reading this be concerned for my safety, let me assure them and you that you do know the basics of consent. You did not stop me when I left the room, once. Similarly, I did not stop you when you left, another time.
Such a strange dance, wasn't it? We paused and parted ways at least thrice, I think you were the first. Your unsated desire was boiling in your eyes, I was gazing into them, savoring that unmet need. You said, "I'm sorry, this isn't working for me." And out you went, puzzled and frustrated.
I remember one part of the night where we were both at the bar, and you managed to do one thing, just one thing that was an actual proper seduction tactic. You approached me gently, shyly, speaking softly as you came to stand behind me. I made no objection as your fingers slid under the hem of my kilt and very lightly traced designs on the flesh of my grand butt. Had you continued to do that, and kept the intensity of your touches very slowly moving from gentle to intense, I might well have submitted, briefly, to you.
But instead, you sensed my slightly softening resistance and touched my vulva with a hard poke. I grinned from ear to ear as my thighs slammed together, sealing you out of that most hotly wanted gate for the rest of the night. But would I come into a room, with a pretty gay boy, to torment you more? Oh yes, I most definitely would. And did.
Quite a good cocksucker, wasn't he? I could tell, I watched him sometimes and I heard your moans and the deep need in your voice. You managed to voice a request to me, not an order! "Sit on my face . . . please?" My goodness! The pretty gay youth and I were so surprised, he stopped his work and we looked at each other. "He did say please." he pointed out, and I agreed. "A good first step." I ruffled your hair, tempting young fuckboy, for such things should be rewarded.
As expected, you saw my reward as just another frustrating roadblock. Silly fuckboy.
I told someone observing us, after you'd left again, that what you didn't understand was that the best place in the world to be is on your knees, eating out of my hand. Lucky me, I then got to demonstrate some basics on two willing submissive men, giving one a first flogging and a second, a first flogging with a few other impact tools. He'd had quite a lot of sex that evening, and all the endorphins flowing through him enabled me to give him a longer and more intense experience than the first sub could handle.
I think I'll be good friends with both those men, as well as the second's cuddly wife who wants to be mentored in impact play and other aspects of domination. It's hard to believe I'm a teacher while still learning myself, but I am! I'll teach you so much, fuckboy, should you decide you want to get on your knees and learn.
And if not, there will be plenty of others eager for my lessons.
See you in a few weeks, fuckboy.
- Your Lady, perhaps.