#politeness

Actually.

Andmore etiquette.

The submissive:
What a treat this week was. I got to see one of my absolute favorite subs. For the sake of discretion I’m going to call him Jacques. He’s tall, handsome, well dressed, in good shape. Honestly these things however are not what make him stand out. He was punctual, very polite, well spoken, freshly showered, obedient. These are things that I should be able to take for granted but sadly it’s not always the case.
He brought me a gift too! A beautiful handcrafted spanking paddle he had picked up on his travels. So thoughtful! It put a smile on my face. It was only fair that I break it in on him.
I left him to undress. When he was ready he walked back through the curtains and placed my tribute on the table.
I told him to kneel pointing to the floor in the center of the room. As always he followed my instructions to a tee. I was dressed in a black satin a-line skirt that came to just beneath my knees. It flattered my amazing ass very nicely. I was wearing Cuban heeled seamed stockings, my favorite heels, a black satin governess blouse and a black satin wasp waist corset that ended beneath my bountiful breasts.
I held his face against my skirt, pressing gently into my soft tummy as I fastened the leather collar around his neck. He raised his wrists one by one and I fastened them into leather cuffs that matched the collar he was wearing. I led him on all fours over to the cage topped with a bondage bed and used him as a stepping stool to get up onto the thing. I could hear him gasp beneath me.
“Climb up here, lay across me over my lap. Do you need a gag?”
He nodded and I sent him to select one and bring it back to me whereupon I fastened it into place. He climbed up and lay across my satin skirt.
I love giving spankings. I consider it an art form. Starting off gently, building in intensity. Taking submissives on a journey of self discovery. When you place yourself in my hands you leave knowing more about yourself than you did when you entered. Soon his bare bottom was nice and red. I do so love a client that can have marks. Indeed I have wives that will call me and complain if their husband does not return with enough marks and bruises or welts from my cane that might last up to a week.
He breathed a sigh of relief through the gag and drool when I told him he could get up. There was now a little spot on my skirt where his penis had leaked precum. I unfastened his gag and had him kneel and lick the spot clean while I stood regally over him, my hands on my hips.
“Is it all clean? If there is a stain I’ll be mad at you and you’ll be severely punished for it, I love this skirt”, I turned so my ass was eye level, “I like how my ass looks in it. Don’t you?”
He gently murmured “yes Mistress”
I pointed to my left cheek.
“Kiss it”. He gently pressed his lips against my satin ass. “Now this cheek, good boy. Now get your face closer to the floor and start kissing my heels. If you do a good job I might let you kiss my legs. Would you like that?”
“Yes Mistress”.
“Get to it”
Passionately, gently, he kissed the backs of my shoes.
“Now my ankles. Kiss up my calves. Good boy, that’s right. You are doing such a good job”
Slowly I hiked my satin skirt up, revealing more and more of my stockinged legs before having him unzip me and remove it altogether, revealing a black satin garter belt and luxurious full cut black satin panties.
“Kiss my ass. I don’t want an inch of my perfect ass ignored, do you hear me slave?”
“Yes mistress”
What a lucky slave!
(to be contd.)
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