From the Vault of Goddess Karen
The first Friday of every month now belongs to GODDESS KAREN!!
Because she said so.
Enjoy!
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For those of you who have read my guest blogs before, you know I dance on the outer edge of typical romance. Unlike the wine, roses & studly men of our friend Lisa Fox — not that I mind ANY of those things — my tastes run a tad tarter (if you will swallow the alliteration). Sometimes circumstances just fall upon me & I can't ignore an opportunity. Consider what happened the other night…
Let me start by saying my significant other is ten years younger than me, and willing in all aspects to please me. He has stamina, tenderness & all the components of a selfless lover. Yes, I got lucky. But even the most diligent of partners slip up some times. This is not punishable by banishment, but it is punishable nonetheless.
He blew out my dining room candles.
Allow me to illustrate. Candles create a warm snuggly feeling in my sometimes hardened heart, and I light them every night. Something about a passive flame in stained glass votive holders, the tealights cradled in beveled crystal, creates an ambience I enjoy. Going room to room and seeing the random little glows bestows upon me an inner smile, so imagine my smile fading when I find my dining room lit only by the streetlamp outside.
"You blew out my candles," I said to my precious boy.
He gives me a look. An uh-oh look.
"Did I ask you to do such a thing?" I was gearing up for a little spur of the moment play session, and he could tell so by my voice. Dipping his blue eyes to hide behind his docile lashes, he admitted I hadn't. He knew his presumptive action had brought him some impending discipline.
"Bedroom," I said, and turned on my heel. I had just the toy in mind. Where my scene would lead me I did not know–I'm big on improvisation. From the depths of my trousseau I drew one of my favorite paddles, an oblong leather creation reinforced by a metal bar inside, and joined my beloved in the bedroom.
Taking a little time to explain his wrongdoing as he took off his clothes, I ran my fingers along the seam of the paddle. What happened next was a flurry of firm application. The paddle to his ass never ceases to delight me, and the whacks I administered left welts behind that I could be proud of.
"Livingroom," I ordered, slightly breathless. I explained that he was going to perform services as my coffeetable to round out the evening. With obedience, he knelt with his ass and back at just the right angle to accommodate my legs. I crossed them at the knees and sat comfortably to watch an episode of Dexter on TV.
Then he committed another boo-boo. He fell asleep.
It was rather late and he had been put through the paces in the bedroom, but this was no excuse. Once his deep and steady breathing told me he was in slumber, I planted the ball of my foot into his hip and shoved him over. Oh, was he bored? Did junior not get enough rest the prior evening? Shame. "Now you aren't even adept enough to perform coffeetable tasks," I informed him. "Now you shall be my carpet."
I wedged my feet against his side as he gazed at me with sorry eyes. His regret didn't even deserve a slap across the face. Kneading my bare feet into his slim torso and belly, I proceeded to watch Dexter until a certain maleness began getting in the way of my rubbing. There was to be no reward tonight. No, he sucked on my toes, massaged and worshipped my insteps as I greatly enjoy, but there was to be no release for him tonight.
For it isn't the candles, dear Reader. It's the fun of it all.
Filed under: Guest Blogger Tagged: BDSM, Bedroom Games, Domination, Dominatrix, Goddess Karen, Submission
