To tell you everything that happened between visits, is maybe mundane, as some of the talk was about everyday life. But Kate had loved the language protocols, and had found that she really did feel even more submissive and open in this connection. It worked for her. So, I mentioned positions and about a collar.

You might recall that she enjoyed the being inspected, that she gave me permission to use hands, fingers and the riding crop to explore and to torment. How she loved torment. How she wished that Lol, her hubby, had had the imagination to take her mind to such places.

I asked on more than one occasion, if she felt that she was cheating on him. It wasn’t any of my business, nor did it give me some kind of superiority. I didn’t know him. I wasn’t getting off on poaching someone else’s wife, even for short periods. And, even though this might be slightly cuckolding, there’d been no sexual penetration. That’s not what Kate had wanted, from the outset. It was to discover herself and where she might be taken on her private journey. She didn’t feel that she was cheating on him. He wouldn’t help her with her desires, so what was she supposed to do about it? Live with it? Or quietly explore? She chose the latter, as you know.

So we went from positions of presentation, collaring, dressing her differently, changing her hairstyle, and meeting outside.

One occasion, that left her completely overwhelmed was an extension of spanking and heading towards the bringing of objectification. Yes, even she wanted to get the feeling of being totally helpless. That’s how far the trust had ventured.

We’d built on the spanking; sometimes stood up, or bent over the arm of a sofa, or across my lap, even extended to flogging, where she exposed her total vulnerability with her backside high in the air whilst her shoulders were down on the floor.

So the objectification meant really clothing most of her, to the point of not recognising her, and for her to see how she looked too. The, by now, usual inspection, collaring had taken place. She was lead upstairs with wrists wrapped in chains, to the first floor bedroom and lounge next door. We’d talked this through via emails, and she liked the idea of being leather clad.

I dressed her. She stood and assisted and commented on how she was feeling, using the language controls. When she had a question, she just said, “Sir”, and waited for permission to continue. I offered an under bust corset for her to step into. She steadied herself with a hand on my shoulder and once with both feet in, I slid the corset up her slim legs. With laces well loosened, we were able to kind of shimmy the tightening garment over her hips and bum, until it was sitting in its rightful place on her torso. In true Victorian style, I placed a knee into the small of her back, as I pulled and adjusted the double lacings and eventually tied them off. She liked the effect of it hugging her body. Next was a thin leather, backless crop top with ties to mid back and neck. Then a pair of fence net crotchless tights, over which she stepped into a spanking skirt. This wicked garment looks like a mini skirt from the front, but as it runs around the sides, the leather tapers away to a hem strap, one strap across mid buttock and the waistband. The wicked part comes from an adjustable through strap, which anchors inside the front waistband, runs down and through her most private of places and then fastens onto a “floating” buckle on the rear waistband. With this adjustability, it was possible to impose pressure, in suitable places, by tugging on this through strap from behind.

She was given thigh high heeled boots to wear, again helped to sort out zipping on the lower, inner sides of each boot. Her hair had been straightened for the occasion, which she liked to do for work. This allowed her to be hooded. A wet look spandex hood with eyes and mouth hole and nostril holes, clung to her skull and finished just above the collar. Cuffs were attached to wrists and ankles, around the outside of the boots, and padlocked on. The full length mirror was on the landing, between the bedroom and lounge. Her wrists were clipped together, in front of her, with a double ended quick release clip, like the end of a dog leash. With the clip in my hand, I walked her slowly to the mirror. As she came alongside, I turned her to look.

“Oh…my…fucking…God!!” she exclaimed. “This can’t be me!”

The mouth hole in the hood was filled with open mouth.

“This is you, aurora.” The name was the one chosen for her alter ego.

“Sir, this sub feels and looks unbelievable, Sir. Sir, Your property is stunned by the way it looks, Sir.”

“your look, pleases me too.” Any reference to aurora was always in lowercase initial letters, to show deference to the relationship.

I took the clip off one of the cuffs, picked up the dangling leash from her collar, wrapped the chain around my fist, to make a very short lead, and moved her in the direction of the door. Yes, she was much taller than me now, in her heels, but she was very much under my control, which she trusted to allow me to have.

The lounge was big. Parked in the middle, was a leather corner sofa which we negotiated around one side of, to reach the seats. Once there, I told aurora to kneel beside where I sat and to present herself for listening. Now, she was lower than me, spread her knees slightly, went back onto her heels, placed each upturned hand on a thigh, her head slightly bowed, waiting.

“you’re going to climb onto the seat next to me, and then drape yourself over my lap, so that your buttocks are level, or over, my right knee. Shoulders and head will rest on the corner seat. Hands go behind you, into the small of your back so that they can be clipped together again. Understand?”

“Sir, yes Sir.”

“Drape yourself, aurora.”

And she did, as she’d been instructed. The softness of the leather seats made her position comfortable. She wriggled, until the placing of her very slightly curved backside was correct. Once her wrists were in the small of her back, the double ended clip was repositioned. A similar one was attached to each ankle cuff. She was now fast. I warned her of the fact. The Safe word was mentioned, to bring it to her mind, so that she could stop everything at a moment’s notice.

She looked incredible.

“I want to blindfold you, aurora.”

We’d tried on a previous occasion, going through many of the restraints to just let aurora handle, feel, try on and talk about the different devices, and we’d tried with her just sitting and being blindfolded for a few minutes.

“Sir, Your property would like that, Sir.”

A blindfold was placed over her eyes and the strap and buckled fastened behind her head, checking for comfort.

Draped over my knee, she presented the spanking skirt framing her buttocks. I wanted aurora to feel that she was trussed up and that she was slightly unpacked as part of what we did here in this scene.

This was really putting a few experiences together. The hem of the skirt was a short elastic strap with a large press stud snap connection. The mid buttock strap was a buckled arrangement. I wouldn’t be touching the waistband. Grabbing hold of the press stud, I wiggled it, to make her jiggle. Once undone, I went for the mid buttocks strap. To unbuckle, I wanted it to momentarily tighten, as the strap was freed from the buckle pin, and then quickly let go and spread. This release would feel slightly unnerving. I checked that she was Ok within herself.

The spank was going to be different from previous occasions. With aurora being just slightly bent at the waist, it made her buttocks beautifully soft. If she’d been at a 90 degree angle at the waste, her buttock muscles would be stretched, and therefore hard. So, a pleasured spanking awaited her.

As with everything we’d explored, I explained what was happening. I placed a leather glove on my spanking hand and made a cup shape with my palm. Where her backside was placed meant that I could achieve a good swing from right to left, across myself. The swinging of my arm, wasn’t to stop once my hand made contact with her bum. There was an added extra…a few added extras.

So I talked as I spanked. Lightly at first, I patted each buttock, stroked in between spanks. But there was the added value to explore. I progressed the straight hit to a proper swipe and a good aim. My hand was cupped. My arm was going to swing and curve. The point of contact, was the crease line between the upper thigh and the buttock. Once the cupped hand had landed, it kept travelling and momentarily squashing the buttock, before the hand, in its curved swing, left the buttock. The buttock suddenly relaxed and fell back to its resting position. From this, hopefully you can see that the compressing and relaxing of the buttock muscle was not only going to create more blood reach the bum surface, but that the blood would move around into her unsuspecting genital area too. With occasional light finger flicks between upper inner thighs and more swipes, and the dreadful occasion tugs on the through strap of the spanking skirt, I had a timebomb on my hands. Added to this, the intensity of the contact between hand and bottom and the repeated speed of delivery, could be varied. aurora was also involved, in that she could choose the power of these interactions.

“Here’s a very light swipe, aurora. Call it a number 1,” and I gave a few swipes at the very light contact. “Now, brace yourself, because I’m going to give hard swipes which you can call a number 10. Ready.”

“Sir, this sub is ready, Sir.”

And a number 10 was delivered.

“Now, aurora. Decide which number between number 1 and 10, you feel you could endure for a few minutes.”

And, to cause more confusion whilst she decided, I gently tugged the through strap.

During the ensuing few minutes, she semi safe worded. It was for a totally unexpected pause in what was happening.

“Sir.”

“Continue, aurora.”

“Sir, Your property begs that You allow it to cum, if it pleases You, Sir.”

The rapid breathing and panic within her voice, assured me that she really was out of control. On this occasion I told her to please Me and humiliate herself by failing to control her inner urges.

The words must have made her feel very inferior, that she very quickly clenched her thighs together and pressed herself down onto my lap. She had no hands to touch herself with.

“Cum for Me! There’s a wicked, rude and dreadfully badly behaved girl.”

And I watched her struggle.

And waited.

“Finished?”

She turned her head and pressed deep into the leather seat.

“I haven’t,” probably making her feel incredibly guilty, and continued with the spanking…and occasional tugging and light finger flicks.

The reaction from aurora was a further, breathless fast, gasping pleading.

“Sir…Your property is…can it…pleeeeeeeaaaase release?”

“Again?? “ I made my voice rise in pitch, at the disbelief of being asked a second time. But it was all for effect. I wanted her to enjoy her feelings.

I leaned in the direction on her nearest ear.

“Tell Me what you are, aurora, “ I growled quietly.

“Sir…a cum…whore…Sir. O….M…..G”

And with that, she seemed to inwardly explode. And I watched her tremble, throb, twitch, convulse and sob.

I waited a few moments, released the double ended clip off the wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. I told her that she must keep her eyes closed, as I started to undo the blindfold, and gentle backed her down onto her knees, on the floor. I removed the spandex hood, placed an arm around her shoulders, coaxed her head towards my chest, and just slowly stroked her hair. There were no words. There was no reason to speak.

A good while later, after she’d recovered her composure, she felt that she wished to remove the leather. The disclosure was quite something.

“Sir, this sub has never experienced such an ecstatic feeling, ever, Sir.”

“your words humble Me, aurora.”