I've been rejoicing in Salt Lake's gorgeous weather lately.
The summer solstice may not be for another week, but the hot temps are letting us know - summer has arrived.
So, when I'm not spanking naughty butts, correcting one's potty mouth, or subjecting sluts to the stretching of minds and holes - I've been outside playing in the garden, getting My hands dirty, watering plants and flowers, soaking in the real vitamin D, and full moon rays.
Pic: Also Me responding to emails from My office annex, pool-side.
Speaking of naughty butts...
On Tuesday evening, I had the pleasure of doling out a very strict punishment to a spankophile visiting Salt Lake on business. During our pre-scene discussions, he shared of his past experiences where the Dominants were not able to guide him to the specifically requested destination and would drop him off halfway there. Mostly due to a lack of know-how, being overly sympathetic in the moment, or lacking that complete understanding around the desire and need.
For our negotiation, he agreed to the following - A) there would be no warm up and no safe-word; and B) I would decide when the punishment was over. In return, I honored two humble requests. One, to film the scene on his phone solely for his future wanking pleasure. I set up the ring light stand and passed along a nominal fee. His second request was to avoid breaking skin. In other words, no blood.
The depraved, evil sadist in Me sighed out loud with My inside voice.
The highly accomplished, award-winning, community-recognized, legend of a Disciplinarian in Me knew I could deliver. And then some.
I'm not only a Master of the anatomy and the psychology of a spanko, I am expertly skilled with My tools of encouragement.
He was ordered to strip off his clothes before I thoroughly restrained him to the spanking bench. Once, strapped in securely, I spent the next 45 minutes going to town on his ass. Implements used for the discipline included My hands, wooden paddles of different sizes and shapes, some with holes. Leaded leather paddles, a strop, and a leather strap I lovingly refer to as The Punishment Strap.
That wasn't the only mind-blowing session I orchestrated this week. So many stories, I need a personal scribe. Or you can purchase this off of My Amazon wishlist. Your statement will simply say Amazon.com and your gifts will be sent directly to Me.
It's late and My bathtub is calling. Sweet dreams.
