Saturday, 23 April 2016

Maid for a Year

Mady brought me my morning tea in bed as I require. elliot was standing in his morning corner, hands behind his back, cock locked in his cage and his ball stretcher keeping its firm but gentle pressure on his scrotum (what a funny word.)

I don't require Mady to be in uniform in the mornings. Or, more accurately, I want her dressed appropriately for whatever her morning work assignment happens to be. Most days she really has only a bit of light dusting and tidying and so can wear something sheer and pretty. I enjoy Mady's pert little breasts displayed so well in her required quarter cup bra under a thin cotton or linen top. This winter I bought her a couple of very sheer cashmere sweaters which, delightfully, had the effect of keeping her nipples in an almost constant state of erection. Something about the weave.

Mady has lovely, long legs but, in the mornings, I prefer her to wear quite sheer, longish, peasant skirts so elliot only catches glimpses. But the skirts allow my sweet maid to show off her pretty curtsy and the full panties I have her wear. As I know elliot will, soon enough, be standing in his corner in Mady's quarters, I like her to wear panties which have light control and a lovely pure cotton gusset. Mady is a wonderfully moist girl and a morning's light house work ensures elliot will be in for a treat when he goes to her quarters to be exercised or to dress her for service.

"Mady" I said as I sipped my tea, "You realize that you have been with us for a year."

"Yes ma'am. I hope my service has been satisfactory." she said standing by my bedside.

"Very satisfactory Mady." I said. I reached up and, through her blouse, began to play with her nipple. "Have you enjoyed your service?"

"Very much so ma'am. You have been so kind and, at the same time, firm." said Mady very subtly pushing her nipple a little closer. I began to flick it into erection. I could see Mady tensing knowing that when her little pink nipple was hard it would be pinched, hard, between the nails of my thumb and middle finger.

"And you Mady," I said beginning to pinch her hard little pink raisin, "Seem to have fit right into our household."

"Thank you ma'am."

I increased the pressure on her nipple.

"I think it might be time to renew your vows Mady. Now that you know exactly what is expected of you." I said. "I know elliot would love the opportunity to have all three of your holes again. And I certainly would enjoy watching you make you submission."

"Oh yes ma'am. It has been so long since you had me penetrated."

"It has Mady. So I think you should exercise elliot a little lightly the next couple of days and we'll up his dose of Viagra. Have him lick you to completion a couple of times between now and the weekend so your hormones are flowing and we'll renew your submission in the next few days."

"Yes ma'am." Mady panted out enduring the now substantial pressure on her nipple. "Thank you ma'am."

"Excellent Mady." I said releasing her swollen nipple. "Look at that silly man. Just listening to us is making him hard in his cage. I wonder if I will let him come in you. I'll have to think about that. Now on with your day girl."

Mady dropped a very low curtsy and left my bedroom. elliot remained in his corner.

"So do you want to squirt up Mady's pretty little backdoor you silly man?" I asked with a laugh. Of course he did. That was the delight of Mady, she was a constant tease and provocation for my wonderful husband. "Go take a cold shower. Five minutes should quell your erection and let you get to work."

As always, elliot did what he was told.

Sunday, 10 April 2016

From Mistress to Head of Household

I am busily writing away on my mistress book - and, by the way, in my view every young girl should take a year or two as an older man's mistress.

[Regardless of whether she is determined to be a wife or have a business career or, like Mady, enter service, a couple of years after college being "kept" will teach a girl a great deal about the world, men, luxury, negotiation and the pleasures of the bedroom. While escorting at the higher end is always an alternative for an elegant women (and I have written a delightfully long book about the ins and outs of escorting as well, Avails: Escorting for the Elegant Woman), becoming a mistress provides many of the benefits of escorting with none of the potential downsides.]

As I write I have been reflecting on how my own life has shifted through the pleasures of being kept in my twenties to wifehood in my thirties and now head of my own household. I very much doubt I could enjoy my position as much without having first learned how to tease, seduce and pleasure a man in my years as a mistress to three rather different men.

The critical thing I realized back in my twenties is that I could not possibly be with any man who I did not deeply admire and respect. And yes, I know that as I write this the man I love has his cock in a cage I have the key to, is wearing a scrotum stretcher whose weight I will increase this month, and is being exercised by our maid who he is required to obey and to pleasure at her command. Which all seems contradictory until you realize that I fell in love with elliot precisely because - though I didn't know it at the time - he has the strength of character to accept his essentially submissive nature.

Two of the men who kept me in my twenties were very nice, quite wealthy gentlemen who, from all exterior appearances were alpha males. They ran their companies, they had busy lives, they were quite dominant in the bedroom and in public. A mistress, unlike an escort, gets to know her patron very, very well. As I grew to knew these two men I realized that, in fact, they were highly successful fakes. Sure, they had the appearance of leadership but, in fact, were essentially worried that somehow they were going to be "found out". Which meant that they never really relaxed, never were comfortable in their skins. Their lives were, essentially, performances.

The third and last man was very much the real thing. Oddly, of the three, he was the least conventionally successful. He could afford to keep me but he actually noticed the few thousand a month keeping a mistress requires. He was not conventionally dominant, a bit the opposite actually. He was the first man I ever caned for example. But what was striking was that none of what he did, what he wanted or who he was involved any performance at all.

A good mistress relationship can last for years but two or three is more typical. Men like variety. (Mady does serve many purposes doesn't she.) My last relationship with this wonderful man lasted a little over two and we are still, distantly, in touch. What he taught me was the incredible value of being exactly who you are and doing what you want to do rather than what other people might expect you to do.

When I was considering marriage I was looking for a man who, while younger, would have the same integrity my final patron had. I met elliot and, I have to admit, I really put him through the wringer. I am an old fashioned girl. I knew I would only marry once. Get it wrong and I would have to live with the consequences.

I didn't get it wrong. We did spend a few years trying to live a marriage which was contrary to both our natures - elliot is very capable of disciplining a young girl or a young wife but it is not his natural role. We sorted it out.

elliot is at his most effective when taken firmly in hand. He is my husband but in name only. His position is much more wifely in the old sense of that term. He does what he is told. He is sexually compliant and rarely allowed to enjoy his own pleasure. He is subject to very strict discipline and is whipped for disobedience, talking back, or even taking a disrespectful tone. Most of all, in our marriage, he is the junior, subservient partner.

I am the Head of our Household and elliot obeys me without demur. Because that is who he is. Of course I remind him of his place from time to time but it is actually unnecessary; elliot is at his most alpha accepting his corrections and pleasuring me without any expectation of reward.

Now he really is the man that I love.

Friday, 8 April 2016

Wonderfully Busy

As elliot points out on his blog we have been blissfully busy. I am in the midst of writing a couple of books - one on Mistress Style (in the old sense of mistress as a woman kept by a wealthy man) and another which will be a bit of a surprise. elliot has a lot of work as well as his regular exercise under - in the most literal sense - Mady's strict supervision.

One nice dominant wife wrote to ask how the ball stretcher I imposed on elliot has been working out. I can report two things...First, his little sack has certainly stretched. So much so that Mady and I are getting him a second, longer and heavier ring for his birthday which is coming up. This is a longer and heavier ring and will take the weight on his testicles from 4.3 ounces to a full nine ounces. I plan to have him wear it for several months and then add back his current stretcher when his sack is long enough to accommodate both. Second, unlike the cock cage, the stretcher causes a constant pressure. Not pain apparently, just a degree of sensation. I like that.

We'll both try to write more regularly as we finish up our projects. Spring is in the air and watching Mady exercise elliot naked except for his panties is a delightful distraction. The little minx has taken to removing her panties when she has him piggy back her around the property so my darling elliot can feel her moist, open pussy on the back of his neck. I can see his little cock straining inside his panties and his cage. Just as it should be.