Yes I admit. I was jealous. You went to a play event with some mutual friends and you allowed a random stranger to flog you. He basically popped your Flogging Cherry. Something I had thought you would let me have the honor with.
On top of that he provided no aftercare and you experienced sub drop a day or two later. You know how I feel about men claiming to be Doms who really aren't. They just use it as a cover to abuse women like you a newbie to the BDSM scene.
But the day has come. The day you wanted, dreamed about, talked about, and fantasized about. We are alone in our special room lit only by candles. Quiet and secluded.
The only pieces of furniture are the "X" Cross and the queen size four poster bed. Scattered about are a few small tables and stands on which the candles rest.
You stand before me. Elegantly dressed. Hair and makeup done to perfection. Your favorite shade of lipstick and of course, your favorite perfume. The pearl strand necklace I gave you when you became my sub you wear proudly around your lovely neck.
You wear a black, long-sleeve satin blouse that buttons in front tucked into a short, tight black leather skirt. The first three top buttons you knew to leave unbuttoned. You are wearing your favorite pair of black patent leather 5" heels. No stockings but you did select a matching set of bra and panty under your blouse and skirt.
I wear a pressed, white dress shirt with French cuffs, black dress pants, black belt, with black wing tip shoes and socks.
I come up in front of you. We embrace and kiss a soft, passionate kiss. My arms encircle your petite body and pull you into me. My face buries itself into your long, soft, curly blond hair and I inhale your fragrance. My god I love how you smell.
With my mouth close to your ear I whisper. . .
"Tonight, I am so thankful that you are allowing me to give you the pleasure you desire that will come from my flogging you. I will not disappoint you."
Then I step back and gently pull your blouse out of your skirt. I start to unbutton your blouse. Our eyes are locked into one another. You feel the tension building just as I do. Once I have all the buttons undone I move to your sleeve and unbutton the cuff on one and then the other. I step behind you and slowly slip your blouse off and lay it on the bed. I step back behind you and wrap my arms around your waist and pull you back into me. Whispering into your ear . . .
"Do not be afraid. Tonight I want you to submit to me. To give yourself to me. Surrender that emotion and that desire."
Then my hand pulls the zipper down on your skirt. I undue the button and with my hands on your hips I slowly push the skirt down off your hips and then down past your thighs, down your legs and then help you step out of the skirt.
I rise and place the skirt next to your blouse on the bed. I step back a few steps and look at you standing there. Your eyes are looking down. Your arms hang by your side.
I marvel at your simple understated beauty. I never tire of looking at you dressed or undressed and it makes no difference if you are just in jeans and a t-shirt or dressed as you are tonight. You manage to always take my breath away.