Dear Shoeblossom--
Here's a note from Lotusland, I am a makeup artist, and a full time sub to my fiancee. This is a relatively old tape, but we thought you would enjoy this conversation we had during my um, training.
Chablis
"Oh, it stings. Oooh!"
"Well, Chablis, you left the little towel."
"I-I'm trying..."
"You've done really well. When I began training you to stand on the blanket, I had to give you serious whippings when you wandered off it"
"Well, it was HOURS on the blanket, Melchior."
"But that's discipline, honey. You asked for this. I did have one heck of a crush on you, always was checking out your tits..."
"And now you're allowed to whip them...oooh."
"I was incredibly flattered when you asked me to be your Master. I thought I'd always just be your non-threatening male friend."
"I...I need this, Melchior. But couldn't I just do my four hours of standing on the blanket?"
"No, then you go to towel training. It's a smaller area, and more of a challenge. You can't really sit down as freely, or move your legs around.
"What's the next thing, a wash cloth--Oooow!"
"I had to give you a smack, you are too damn mouthy."
"I-I was just kidding."
"Chablis, you and I aren't friends anymore, and I'm not your boyfriend. I'm your dominant. Your Master, as it were."
"I know, and I asked for this, I'm wet."
"Of course. You crave ego reduction. That's why I made you stand on the towel this morning, jutting out your bare boobs while our friends took turns whipping them."
"Yeah. Tiara Bates really hit me hard, I think she's still pissed that guys think I'm cuter than she is. But she has those mosquito bites...Oooow!"
"See, again, you're trying to be a joker, Chablis. Tiara and Jenna and Leigh aren't your friends anymore, they are your Goddesses. And yes, Tiara is a little insecure."
"Wh-why can't I--"
"I'm going to smack you when you're disrespectful. When you take off the collar we can relax and have a nice conversation, but this is training time, Chablis."
"Yes-yes sir."
"That's more like it, Chablis. "
"Yes, Master."
"And to answer your earlier saucy question, when you are used to standing or sitting with your arms around your knees on the towel."
"Really?"
"Yup for four to seven hours on your day off, we'll make a small taped triangle, and you can stand within that."
"But..."
"And then we may work at you holding encyclopedias while you do it."
"Oh, I don't know if..."
"You can do it. My mom can actually stand on one leg in a triangle. She does it every Saturday morning while Dad is out playing golf. Dad paints the triangle with ketchup and if Mom steps out of it, the evidence is there, and then Dad takes a strop to her."
"God, that's so sick...that your parents..."
"Well, my brothers and sisters and I were educated in boarding school, and Dad didn't tell any of us about this BDSM stuff until we were all through college."
"And they don't mind the way your Dad treats your Mom?"
"Well, Mom got Dad into BDSM, just like you would have gotten me in it if I already wasn't involved in the uh, scene."
"Is your Dad the one who showed you how to hang me upside down from the ceiling and go at me with the cut off garden hose?"