I'd like to start by saying this: I am not a Domme, though this is written instruction for a female body. I am a 20 year old girl with increasing amounts of sexual frustration, a penchant for writing, and determination to find that which pleases me. In fact, I've come to discover that I am actually a sub with a proclivity for both men and women. If you're willing to dominate, basically, I'm willing to submit.
All this to say: Yes, I am a princess. But princesses have the potential to evolve into Queens. So, for the day, I'm going to be your Queen. And you're going to obey me.
You don't need anything but your cute little hands for this one, pet, so don't start looking around for toys and supplies. I do, however, want you to start clothed. Put on whatever outfit makes you feel the sexiest. If that's a short skirt and a crop top, with a matching set of tight lace underthings, put that on. If that's boxers, a sports bra, and a loose t-shirt, put that on. The thing that matters most is that something is covering your breasts, something is covering your pussy, and there is one more layer on top of that.
Once you're dressed, look for a flat surface. It doesn't matter if it's soft, or hard. Personally, depending on how kinky I'm feeling, I like to look for places that seem out of the ordinary or impossible. But you need to be able to lay down. Yes, your cushy bed will work, but I want you to rip all the blankets and pillows off and throw them to the floor. You get no extra comforts. The only ecstasy you know will be what I give you. The tiled floor of your bathroom will work. Sprawl out in your dry bathtub, if you wish. Dare to spread yourself on the kitchen sink. Better yet, dare to spread yourself in the entryway of your home. But make sure you can spread yourself. That's the most important part.
Lay down on your chosen surface. Put your arms by your side and keep your legs shut, extended fully on the ground in front of you. As if you were about to go to sleep.
Are you comfortable, pet?
Wonderful.
Now begins my reign.
Look at your hands. Those are my hands. I control your hands right now. They are simply my tools, my instruments of torture and ecstasy. They are not yours. They do not belong to you, they belong to me, just as your breasts do, just as your lips do, just as your pussy does. It all belongs to me. Study your hands for a few moments until you have ingrained it in your mind that they are mine. Memorize them. Ache for them.
Splay my fingers on your neck and drag them down as slowly as you dare...over your breasts...over your stomach...smooth them over your hips...drag them down until my fingers grip your inner thighs. Hold them there for a moment.
You want them in your panties, don't you? You want my fingers to creep up and hook inside the waistband of your panties. You want them to drag the panties down until they hang around your ankles, until you are exposed in all your glistening glory to the air...to my eyes. To my fingers and the torture they will inflict upon you later.
That's too bad.
With my hands, lift your knees up and spread them apart, so that your feet are flat on the floor, and your pussy would be exposed to me, if you weren't wearing those damn clothes.
Drag your hands back up your body. Yes. Feel your skin. Feel your clothes. Feel how badly you want me. If you're already wet, you are both commended and scolded. If you aren't...well, aren't you just a tough little thing to crack?
Slip my hands underneath your shirt and splay my fingers on your stomach. Breathe into them. Become aware of every inch of your body. Of your arousal. Of your nipples. That's where my hands will go next, and that's what you must prepare for me.
Drag my hands up and cup your breasts over your bra. Feel how they want to be touched. And they do. They want me to touch them.
I suppose I'll oblige.
Remove your shirt. Remove your bra. You are only allowed to be in your panties and whatever bottoms you have put on yourself.
Lay in that position, with my hands splayed on the floor. Let your breasts reach up to the sky. Let them ache for me to touch them. Let them respond to the cool air. Let your nipples pique in curiosity. Let them wonder, let them beg, let them become aroused.
