Bend Over Jessica

As I said on Tuesday, He Who Must Be Obeyed and I have rarely dommed together. In fact, we have now done it exactly twice, one with Lady Grace at a Regency dinner (see Emma Jane’s account here) in which I very much took a secondary role and once with my ‘step-daughter’. Obviously, HWMBO has seen me dom before in group scenes, such as when I have taught at Lowewood Academy. But this was the first time we were an equal couple.

I think one of the reasons that we have previously not done this is because I am HWMBO’s submissive. His slave, to be precise about it. He is my Master and my Dom. I have a collar, even if I don’t wear it much. So even though I switch with girls, I could no more dom HWMBO than I could fly. And I’d never get the chance to. Because HWMBO knows me, he knows what really gets me going, where my little insecurities and weaknesses are. He makes me bend.

So I think we were both a little nervous with our ‘Step-daughter’ scene. Not as much as with Lady Grace, where Lord Fawcett took the lead and I merely had to be suitably outraged. This was a joint effort. Now HWMBO is a vastly experienced dom and I’m not bad at it either. He knew the playmate in question well as did I. Technically, we were going to be fine and I felt sure we could work in partnership on a joint scene – after all, we have a partnership in real-life!

From that point of view, the whole scene went really well and HWMBO and I were a seamless team. Practised. Inventive. Demanding. If I’d have been subbing to us, I’d have enjoyed it. We fed off each other, each goading the other, picking up on sentences, throwing ideas to each other and running with them, picking up where the other left off. United in our desire to make something really work for the person we were playing with.

There was just one unnerving moment. I had my ‘Step-daughter’ standing on a chair, her skirt raised to her waist and was about to dish out a ‘Band of Fire’, which to the uninitiated and un-Catholic among you is a nun’s punishment where a heavy strap is laid hard across the fronts, backs and sides of your thighs, to create a band of hot fiery pain. I’ve been on the receiving end and it seriously hurts. And I laid it on, technically perfectly, accurately and hard, watching with satisfaction as the pale skin in front of me turned red and then almost purple as the edges of bruises formed and the submissive wailed, wriggled and nearly wept. I was engrossed, sadistically engrossed in the direct causation of pain.

Then I looked at HWMBO. He had a very strange look on his face. It was like for the first time he was seeing a completely new side to me and he wasn’t sure if he liked it. It was only a brief look and then it flashed away, but it was there. That suddenly, I had taken off and was somewhere where he had never before seen me – and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to see me there again. That there was a part of me that he didn’t know and despite our ten years together, had never witnessed. Like I’d bared my soul.

I’m still not sure what he thought. Isn’t it funny how you can know someone so well and yet, know them so little?