Leather Cuffs & Golden Showers

Under my direction and my protection.

He did as instructed. The door was unlocked, he was waiting in bed. The 37 point scene I had prepared the night before included time to connect, we didn’t need that. The script served to ground me and to keep my pacing appropriate for the two hours ahead. I used it as a guideline vs. a mandate as I didn’t want to inhibit what could arise. 

I presented the bracelet I had purchased just for him, a thick piece of mahogany colored leather with antique buckles. He smiled warmly and I knew that I had done well matching his style. However, before placing it on his wrist, I reminded him that when wearing this, it meant that he was in the role of my submissive—he was mine to control and his purpose was to fulfill my needs, obey my commands, accept my domination and please my desire. (Thanks, Jay Wiseman, SM 101) 

I added that he would remain silent and could raise a hand if he had a suggestion or question. This last requirement proved the best that he even admitted was tough to not interject. (You don’t say, hetero white guy?) 

He needed to fully comply with my requirements if we both wanted to enter this space of power exchange. If I was being second guessed I would have not been able to perform. Furthermore, at several points I told him to kneel facing away from me so he wouldn’t try to seduce me out of my power, my creation with his eyes and boyish charm. 

I was chosen by him, this dignified member of the community, to be entirely in charge of him. He knew I was fully capable when he selected me. I knew I was capable and ready for the challenge, especially because I took the time to get to know more than just his safe word. 

We had spent hours in bed doing vanilla things and more hours in conversation about what we wanted to explore, our limits and edges and our extensive and nuanced desires. What I created with that knowledge and within our space was where the true art began. He was the canvas, the paints and the brush and I was the painter.

He agreed with all of it. I asked if he was ready to go into role. He said “yes” and I snapped my fingers. I told him to let the feeling wash over him, take a few deep breaths and then open his eyes when in role. He complied. 

While I had been in my dominate role from the night before when constructing the scene and already giving instructions to prepare for my arrival, I wanted to ground further by taking deep breaths to fully embody the role, the responsibility and level of instruction I needed to provide to have it go according to plan.

While proper form requires no drug/alcohol use, I knew a mimosa or two would not lead to intoxication. I instructed him to make me one and then strip down in front of me so I could inspect him with my eyes and nose. I included many menial tasks to give him ample opportunity to prove his devotion, drop-in and play out the dynamic before we moved on to higher stakes activities. 

As this was my first ever complete scene I had constructed and played out, I kept trying to slow myself down and tune into pleasure so that I would be fully present and get properly served by the experience. I instructed him to give me a back and chest rub and then it felt natural to receive some cunnilingus exactly the way I like it not worrying about anything but enjoying every moment, knowing he would be rewarded later by a gift not every woman can provide.