Maybe one of these days I’ll be able to stop thinking about the sex scenes in this movie. BUT NOT YET…NOT YET.
Yeah, I just threw in a Gladiator reference. That happened.
You have to give me what I want. But it’s not enough for you to give me what I want. You have to *want me to get what I want*. But that’s still not enough either. You have to want to be the one to give me that. And even then, it’s not enough. You…
There is something very empowering about strapping on his collar and his dutiful and grateful “thank you Mistress.” Nothing makes me feel more powerful than grabbing his leash wrapping it around my fist tightly and making him suck my cock….especially when he greedily sucks and deep throats it like a good subservient missy should and watching his cock strain against his bindings and leak leaving a wet spot on his pretty silky panties. No judgement here ;)
The Power of the Collar
I handed him the hotel key, my overnight bag and an envelope. I could see his confusion but he walked off regardless.
The envelope included very specific instructions that I wanted him to carry out within a specific time frame; run my bath, lay equip on the table, undress, fold clothes in neat piles, etc.
I deliberately overstayed the 10 minutes I had given him because I knew it would fuck with his mind. Mindfuckery is my kink after all.
Upon entering the room, I was excited at seeing his naked body lying in a prostrate kneeling position. It signalled the start of playtime.
Walking around the room, I inspected his ability to carefully carry out my commands. I was a little put out when I discovered there was no bath. I shouted at him but he did not respond which pleased me. He was told not to look at me or respond unless I have granted permission. He was doing well.
Run me a shower. Make it hot! were my instructions.
Stepping out of the shower, I felt calm and ready. I enjoyed knowing he was kept waiting and relished that fact that he was naked and feeling uncomfortable about his nudity.
Beckoning him over to the bed, I ordered him to start massaging my legs and feet. He was very good. Definitely a keeper in that department.
After awhile, I made him put on the lacy thong that was he was told to purchase a few days prior. He acquiesced but I knew even in his humilation,he was aroused. Buying them was a hard challenge for him but not being permitted to wear them was even harder. Knowing he had to carry them around with him for days played havoc with his mind and I loved it.
With the submissive still kneeling on the floor, I shoved the collar in his face. Do you want to wear this? Do you deserve to be collared? What makes you think you are good enough? What? I can’t hear you?
The instant I placed the collar around his neck, ensuring it was tight, I transformed myself. Up until then I was enjoying the experience but suddenly I felt an immediate sense of power and control. He was shaking and could not articulate himself and I was exposing him, wanting him to suffer and enjoying his uncomfortableness.
Recite your promises. What? You can’t remember them? What is number one? Speak louder! Look at me when you talk? Say it properly? I thought you said you learnt them? I am disappointed. Grabbing the chains from the collar, I pulled his neck closer to mine. I stared at him knowing my piercing eyes melt his submissive heart.
Play escalated in intensity for hours and my brain was filled with a deepening sense of being. Only those motivated by d/s dynamic will understand that desire and need for control is far headier than any orgasm achieved. The collar unleased the domme in me, it made me feel confident and it’s opened the gateway to more ideas and excitement for future play.
Jack Vettriano - Games of Power