Jamie didn't know what was coming, but the Sissy Slave Slut was excited all the same. Anticipation blends well with adoration. While waiting to see what Madam would do, he knew that whatever it was, he would adore Madam even more as he knew she would do so with care. She was going to want his very best behavior and he knew he would comply.
The written instructions that Madam Myst had left told him to strip all the way down, put on a blindfold, get on the bed, kneel, face the door and keep his hands clasped behind his back. Jamie had obeyed and awaited her arrival.
Time was passing so slowly and his anticipation was on an increase.
Finally, he heard the door slowly opening. But, there was no voice or even any other sound. Then he heard soft steps on the rug coming nearer to where he waited.
Then she spoke, "Sissy Slut, do not speak or make a sound until I say you may. Now, remove your blindfold. Return your hands to being clasped behind your back." Jamie's cock quickly rose to full attention, hard and throbbing.
Madam's hand then came up and caressed his face, paying delicate attention to his lips. His breath calmed as he knew she really meant no harm, at least nothing permanent.
Jamie's breath had slowed, but his heart still raced. Madam Myst then leaned forward and let Jamie feel her breath upon his face. His heart raced even more. Jamie could smell Madam's sexual excitement and that scent increased his own desire.
Madam Myst began slowly, running her hands down Jamie's thighs, touching ever so lightly. She then ran her hands down his back caressing a bit more firmly. She stopped at the mere start of his bottom. Jamie wished for more, but he knew that he had no choice but to wait until she felt like giving more.
Myst then ordered Jamie to rise up so his bottom was clear of his thighs. She wasn't going to go on until she was ready.
With his body raised, his cock and balls came into view, his hardness evident. Jamie craved her touch there, but Madam did not offer that pleasure.
Madam Myst then caressed his thighs and legs to his feet. The lotion she had ordered that he apply allowing her hands to freely travel all the way to his toes.
Her hands worked back up the back of his thighs to the edge of where his buttocks rose in their anticipation. Madam Myst was very pleased with Jamie's posture and attention to her touch. She then felt it was time to give Jamie some degree of pleasure.
Madam Myst then said, "Turn over and bend with your bottom up in a doggy position. Raise your bottom so that it becomes a target for my hands."
As Madam looked with pleasure on his bottom, she knew that this would be of so much pleasure for her slave and of so much pleasure to herself. She began to caress the cheeks of his ass, allowing her hands the freedom to do as she wished. Madam Myst then filled her hands with Nivea Lotion for Body, Face, and Hands. She began by massaging the lotion into the cheeks of his ass, then allowing her fingers to sensuously slide to his crack. She used extra lotion to caress the tender star like opening. Jamie moaned with pleasure, but Madam was not ready for that kind of pleasure for his delight. She knew that Jamie craved a paddling, but since there was pleasure in being paddled, she kept that to be a reward rather than a punishment
With his bottom soft, Madam Myst then reached to the side and found the perfect tool for Jamie's delight. The rubber paddle she grasped was not overly large or even hard. It flexed easily but was not too overly flexible. Madam Myst knew from her own experience as a submissive to her Dom Michael that the start of Jamie's enjoyment of punishment must be one of a gradual increase to pain. Pain through a paddling is something that needs to be earned; it is a clear reward for obedience and servitude.
Madam began by rubbing the paddle in a circular motion, readying Jamie for the sting of the paddle. She then started by a few fairly light and sensuous slaps of the paddle. Jamie's reaction was clear; his bottom rose to meet the paddle. He craved her reward for his obedience.
But, Jamie didn't really know what was coming next. The Slut/Sissy/Slave wanted Madam Myst to take possession of his pleasure center. He wanted her to take possession of everything that he had to offer her.
Madam's then began to alternatively pass from light to hard slaps upon Jamie's increasingly brighter red bottom. Jamie could feel the warmth increase with every spank. He was loving it. His moans increased, but these were moans of pleasure along with the pleasure of the pain.
Yes, even as the pain increased, he was loving the strokes of the paddle. Madam could see Jamie's love of her attention to his bottom and the pleasure she wished to impart.
