AI art by me

Another week has gone by and it’s time for another Master Musing post.

When Lila heard I would be writing this, she asked what I had planned and when I told her how I was going to start she said, “That sounds about right.”

A reader asked what drew me to Lila.  Well, two things drew me to her.  Shy creature that she is, she’d never commented or liked a single thing, so she could remain in the shadows.  Therefore, it surprised me when I got an email from her!  She was worried about me.  It was during some of my tumultuous days of transformation and a few dark poems that I shared.  She wrote to tell me she was there and willing to listen if I wanted a sympathetic ear.  

Lila went on to tell me how much she liked my stories.  She confessed she’d decided to dive right in and started with my CNC story.  She’d loved it.  This told me all I needed to know about her, and she knew it.  She told me on purpose to see what I would do next. I’d say the rest is history but that isn’t helpful to readers who don’t know that history.

Like a few of the women I have known and become connected with, Lila had never shared photos of herself with a dominant before. This was an easy start to our dynamic, so she began to send me daily photos as per my instructions. We called these and still call them “offerings.”  It’s a big deal for a lot of women to share themselves so intimately.  Other women have no problems at all with it, hence IG, BlueSky, and FetLife posts that are so…generous.  

Lila and I also began to explore just how much of a masochist she truly was.  One of our, she’d say my, favorites is nipple play.  We have more than a few clamps we can employ with various results.  I do love the Clover ones, true, but I also like one of our first sets that was a chained combination that had a choke collar with dual labia clamps.  She can wear this rig for a fair amount of time while I do other wonderful things to her.  I always have her place her arms behind her back, stretch her back backwards, and hold.  This pulls on all the clamps, and her sounds are delicious. I will often vary how the clamps are applied or let her choose where first, on rare occasions.

My story about the flyswatter had a lot of truth in it that she HATES it.  At first, she thought it sounded less than scary, but I showed her the error of her ways.  She’d happily take doses of the wooden spoon or even the sandal over that.  It’s rather a humorous thing, to me anyway, that her left cheek is more sensitive than the right.  This means I always spank, paddle, or strap her on the right first to leave the best or worst for last!

She’d never done ice play until I came along, but it has become a favored pastime, and I can count on her to already have an insulated cup of the cubes ready before a session, even when I haven’t asked for it.  Lila is good this way.  She has learned what things I love best to do to her.  She prompts for those, well, begs for those.  She’s so good that she’ll even suggest an extra…ah…twist to some of our routines to make it a more sadistic experience for me.

We started as simply Dom and sub, but after about a month she already knew my wishes of owning a slave.  I told her I didn’t want her to use the honorific of Master until she truly felt it.  I didn’t want her to convert to it or feel obligated.  It wasn’t long before she freely used the honorific during one of our more deep sessions together.  I verified this was her feeling afterwards when subspace and endorphins were not something that could be influencing her.  She wanted it.

Lila had belonged to Doms before but never had a Master.  It was fascinating for both of us to watch her slide deeper and deeper into submissiveness to the point of truly being aroused at confirming she was my slave, my property, my toy.  Something she introduced me to along the way was Pussy Spanking.  I’d never had a submissive who asked for it, but Lila begged me for it.  I found it to be more satisfying that I would have thought.  It was a new and more sensitive place to give a spanking.  It also assured her of being extremely tender or sensitive for the rest of the day or evening.  No, I’ve never allowed her to ice that part.  Her bottom enjoys some good icing once in a while but Lila does prefer to feel the soreness as long as she can.

I’ve written an article or two on terminology used with a submissive.  Lila has been very open and enjoys most of the classics.  In fact, she will sometimes use them herself to describe herself or her actions.  This has let me know I do have a bit of a degradation fetish, but like all other things I only do so with the previous permission of the woman.  If there are names or words that are a no-no then I respect that.  So far, Lila hasn’t had any limitations on names yet.  She’s honest in that some work better at one time over another so I’ve adapted to it.

I’ll finish with two visual joys of my time with Lila.  The first one has happened more than once but not all that often.  She has to be moved into a special spot for it.  Her body is writhing as I twist her nipple with one hand as I paddle her soundly with the other on her ass.  She looks back to me with tears in her eyes and begs, begs me to hurt her more and she means it.

The second one is when she has been teasing me or pushing limits which all strong women will do to make sure you love them enough to put them back where they belong.  My tone becomes sharp as I call her on it and threaten a punishment.  Her eyes clear, her face relaxes, and her tone becomes that sweet submissive voice of the slave I own.  “Please, no, Master?” She begs softly.  “I’m sorry.” Her face downcast and she will often drop to her knees before me in supplication.  In that moment, she shows me she is truly mine.  She knows it, feels it, craves it, needs it, and will thank me for whatever punishment I rain down upon her for it.  Sometimes I punish.  Sometimes I don’t.  It’s always good to keep your girl guessing.