Attitude Adjustment

It seems like the months have flown by since I first met Mistress Louise.  Although it was Her intoxicating beauty that drew me to Her initially, now days I am far more captivated by Her intellect and raw intelligence.  Without a doubt, she is the most insightful and perceptive woman I have ever met – a natural “Domina” in every sense of the word.

In a submissive context, I am far past the point of no return.  Mistress has allowed me the opportunity to session with Her routinely and more so, Her friendly and casual persona has given me a chance to know Her in some small way.  Between visits when I often think of Her I’ve wondered if there could actually be “something more” to all of this.  In fact, I even suggested once that I would be happy to treat Her to lunch if She were interested.  She responded with a polite smile – nothing more.

Wednesday when I arrived punctually, something between us felt different.  The Lady had obviously prepared for my visit.  Her beauty and sensuality lit up the room, but there was something I couldn’t place my hands on.  I chalked it up to the hot summer weather that day.

We exchanged pleasantries and I was soon naked on my knees before Her.  As I welcomed Her with kisses of adoration to Her feet, She opened a small gift I had brought for Her.  Her words of thanks elated me but the conversation was brief.  Without further small talk, She stood before me.

Following Her direction, I embedded my nose in Her magnificent derriere and crawled the few short steps behind Her to the lavatory.  Once there, Her demeanor changed immediately.  Her tone was now elevated – almost chipper – as She announced that She had certain plans for me this day.  Dumbfounded I could only kneel and stare at the enema bag and nozzle which had been laid out in plain view.  Gleefully She went on to explain that it had actually taken Her some time to locate the larger water pitcher She had selected just for me.  As She spoken – “fuck” was the only thought that crossed my mind – I may have even mumbled it aloud.  The pitcher looked like a small pail with a handle on it.

I was no stranger to this play.  Mistress Louise had taken that innocence away from me previously.  She simply expected all of Her boys to be clean thoroughly.  But this day was different, or so it seemed.

I was bent over in short order, and was next directed to sit and expel.  “Not bad” I thought – it seemed like nothing.  No sooner did that thought cross my mind when Mistress commented matter-of-factly “… that lubrication should help with the cramping … now let’s get started …”.  Huh?  My face must have said it all.  This time the nozzle was deeply inserted and She did not pause until Her bag was completely empty.  She then instructed me to sit, but cautioned me not to expel without permission.  The tone in Her voice was clear.  I knew what it meant and I dared not disobey.  I had already learned that lesson the hard way.

By now She was sitting on the edge of the tub dissecting my every move as I sat on the commode before Her.  With every muscle in my body clenched to avoid disobedience, I began to beg and plead for relief – but none of it was to Her satisfaction.  With a foggy head and stammering like a fool, my eyes mindlessly wandered towards the glorious shape of Her legs; somehow stealing a glimpse of Her panties in the process.  Her reaction was quick and decisive.  She snarled back “… you’re not looking up my skirt … are you?’’  As I began to mumble words of apology, my face was met with a violent slap to the side of it.  Her fury was undeniable: “…that will be ten strokes of the cane …”  She barked.  This time the thought that crossed my mind was “holy fuck.”

So there I sat overtaken by feelings of fear and humiliation – all at the hands of a Goddess.  I could think of nothing to say, and for that matter, I wasn’t even sure in which direction I should be looking.  I could do nothing but stare at the floor and follow Her precise instructions: “… stand – lean forward – sit up – expel – Again! …”  No nurse or physician had ever witnessed me in a state like this, and certainly not my wife.  Shame consumed me.  Later, I cleaned myself in silent.

Soon I found myself kneeling on my hands and knees in the next room.  By now, Mistress Louise had shed Her skirt and casually sauntered the room wearing nothing but a summer T-shirt, panties and heels.  With cane in hand, She resembled a Lioness stalking Her prey – the only problem was that I was the prey.  I dared not look.  I knew that this was no reward but simply an expensive lesson to be learned.  And I would be paying the price shortly.

As She reminded me to thank Her for each stroke, I could hear Her heels clicking on the floor behind me.  Soon She learned over me and placed a chilled wine glass before me.  “It is warm today after all tt [the name She has bestowed upon me] … possibly you could use some refreshment…”  The wine was special and we both knew it.  It was new for me and while I had longed for it from Her, I never expected it in quite this fashion.

And so it went.  Stroke – “thank You” – sip.  Stroke – "thank You" – sip.  We made a good team but somehow I sensed that She enjoyed our rhythm far more than me.  And certainly at this point, my fantasy of “something more” had become a fleeting thought.  Thank god it was over, or so I thought.

Spent, sore and shamed – I was immediately ordered to the floor of Her shower.  “Don’t forget your glass boy”  I heard Her say.  In quick order She stood before me and allowed mother nature to take its course.  Golden shower might be a fanciful way to describe, but in reality – She stood over me and pissed – no different than an animal marking its territory.  That was the simple truth.  It sunk in further when She next informed me to brace myself “ … as this could be chilly …”   Without waiting for my reaction, the water was on and the Lady cleansed Herself with a cold shower as I sat beneath Her with my peers – the other floor tiles.  “Shower if you like after your release …” she added as she stepped from the shower.

In the days preceding, thoughts of lust had consumed me.  My imagination had run wild.  I had dreamed of showing Her the man I could be – if only I had the chance.  But now it had all come to this.  With my bowels scrubbed and my ass beaten – my body drenched in piss – I was now reduced to masturbating in solitude in Her shower stall.  It was no surrender.  Unadulterated defeat would be the only way to describe it.  She may have peeked in at me, but I doubt She witnessed the force of my ejaculation which surprised even me.  Knowing Her however – She most likely expected it.

Afterwards we talked for some time, but I could not recall a word spoken.  My mind was a blur.  Hours later however when I reflected upon [and masturbated over] the day’s events, I thought to myself that possibly there was “something more” between us after all.  That of course was before Mistress Louise administered the attitude adjustment that I so badly needed.  Like I have said, She truly is the most perceptive woman I have ever met.

With some luck, I will have plenty more to learn from the Lady.

[smile]