Lesson Learned: Never Underestimate Your Dom- PART 1

Subtle hints from a not so submissive sub
So I had a rendezvous with my long-time Dominant Jack last night. It was a welcome treat to be in the hands of one so capable and trustworthy, especially after my botched meeting last Friday night. But I digress.

The rendezvous was a total surprise. I didn’t expect to see Jack again for a long time and I had already resigned myself to the months ahead without him. So when the opportunity suddenly came up, I was ecstatic. Especially when I read his email message:
You will be controlled from the instant you step thru the door.
<gulp! anticipation Oh, my!>

But when I walked in the door, I sensed something was amiss. There was a noticeable tension in the air.

Odd, I thought, I haven’t been disobedient or done anything to upset him,…. or so I thought.

Quick Aside:
Lately, I have been doing a lot of surfing online and researching BDSM. From new terms and positions, to social clubs and blogs, I have been immersed in the world of sex and submission. And in reaction to that, my body has responded, big time! To put it bluntly, I am in heat. I look out my window and am surprised to see mounds of snow instead of green buds of Spring! I have been simply oozing sexuality and pheromones…..and of course some of it has spilled in Jack’s direction.

On Sunday I sent him an innocent, very short email. One that I never thought about again, until I walked in the door. It was a blog post from ‘The Discerning Dom’ highlighting some posts that I found extra appealing….

It didn’t occur to me that Jack would take it as criticism. It also didn’t occur to me he would look at it as my way of manipulating him and topping from the bottom. (which in hindsight (or Red-Rear-End-Sight?) I admit now, I was.)

As I walked in the door last night he didn’t even let me sit down.
“Come on”….he grabbed my elbow and led me up the stairs to the bedroom.
“Bend over”………. It was dim as I bent over the end of the bed and my elbows landed right on top of the paddle… the big paddle. Uh-Oh….

“Pull em down….” Off came my pants and underwear and I spread my legs, wide.
(I remembered this time. This something I always need to be ‘told’ to do)

I expected to be spanked…. of course…that is what I was there for….. but I suddenly realized he was upset with me— for REAL.

He started to caress my bare ass with the paddle—- and he started lecturing me—– So why, exactly, did I feel the need to send Him a link to another Dom’s writings? Was I not happy with what we do together? Do I think he needs lessons in being a Dom?

“What???!!!” of course not! (smack!) OMG! ow…

Suddenly I realized, with one stroke of the paddle, I was in hot water. Oh boy!

He continued to scold me in this vein. I was forgetting my place. I had a lot of nerve to dare to try to manipulate him in this fashion..” (smack, smack, smack, OW OW OW!)

and most important, I was not trusting him to discipline me as he saw fit.
So this all became clear to me, in record time and I got spanked fast and hard.

Of course, I protested, I never meant any criticism.
He told me to learn my place. Be quiet and LISTEN. Do not offer excuses… Learn to be submissive to Him. For some reason I can’t seem to do that.

The only responses I was allowed, he ordered, were ‘Yes, Sir’ and ‘No, Sir’ and that is it.
AND he told me to be quiet, he didn’t want to hear any of my whining and if it hurt too much, to bite into the pillow…. <OMG be still my submissive heart!>

He removed his belt. Such a distinct sound that, I dare say, I could recognize from a great distance. The spanking progressed until my ass was hot and scarlet and I was whimpering, orders or not.

Then he told me to get on my knees before him on the floor.

He said, if we were together 24/7 I’d be on my knees every night before bed as an exercise in submission…. he reached under my shirt and grabbed my breast and started pinching the nipple…then he began to peel my top off and I reached to help…..

“Did I tell you to do that?” woops, “No, Sir…”
“Put your hands behind your back and hold your hands together and DON’T let go…”

So off came my shirt and he sat down on the bed in front of me and continued to pinch my nipples..eliciting big moans from me (Shut….up….Mary….Grace…) so I stifled my response, with some difficulty.

“Show me how you play with your nipples when you make yourself come.”
<what? gulp!>
As I nervously did as commanded, he tenderly began to caress my cheek and began pushing the hair back off my face…
“Do you like this?”
“Yes, Sir…”…. then he took over at my breasts. He leaned down to suckle my nipples….mmmmm
“I want you wet. I want you as wet as you were the very first night we met when you were dripping down your thighs…..When you were a newbie sub…”

He stood up and took off his clothes (the belt already having been used smartly on my deserving rear) then he sat down on the bed right in front of me …. with his very hard cock front and center..
I knew better than to touch it.
“Good girl….” he said as he started using his cock to gently slap my breasts.
“Look at me……” and he started to caress one of my nipples with his cock…… and then he reached down between my legs and found me….. of course….. slick…… and dripping wet…….
“GOOD girl……”

to be continued.