Taming Him Part 2 - Strip!

STRIP. NOW!

I raised my volume.

He trembled, as he removed the 3 piece suit that he was wearing and hung it on the hangers I had put out for him on the table.

I could see the goosebumps on his neck, and I knew that he'd be my bitch by the time I'm done with him.

That's what he had asked for... To be humiliated... To be beaten... To be stripped of his self-respect.

But he'd smirked, and THAT was his error.

Not the smirk itself, but the delusion that he could top from the bottom and get away with it.

Not under my watch. He wasn't the first pup I was training afterall.

I sat in my chair, tapping my foot impatiently. I was wearing high heels that I so hate.

I was wearing them only to drive the fear of God in him when I would press the heel in his ass or just an inch away from।his cock and balls in the mattress on the floor. He would fear these heels then.

Fear, you see, is both a good early-stage teacher for entitled adult learners, and a powerful aphrodisiac. Just that, I prefer to teach rather than arouse.

I wore a floral long dress, simple cotton, every day prints.

On purpose.

This pup needed to learn that submission isn't about latex, leather, paraphernalia. No disputing the vibe they build. Not questioning the feel they give, the fantasies they arouse.

But, that submission is about your actions, your discovery, your journey at another person's feet.

The intensity of submission is not a function of the clothes I wear. It is about how I make them feel, what I CAN make them do, and yet I NEVER make them do. The power that I hold for them, and their trust that I won't abuse it.

He would learn, this cocky pup!

Just like I had learnt over years. I had learnt in my limited but not so limited experience as a Dominant that my larger purpose is to teach these boys submission, eventually at a level that borderlines surrender.

My purpose was not to fulfill their fantasies.

My purpose was not to give them another adrenaline rush.

My purpose was not to bind them, or get them।addicted to me.

My purpose was to free them, in their submission, in their bonds!

My purpose was to teach them - deeper nuances, emotional awareness, and comfort in discomfort.

He fidgeted as I pondered upon all this. I flicked my wrist and it had been just 30 seconds.

'Who's going to take off their underwear??? You need me to find you servants who will help you serve me, is that so?'

I swished my crop in the air.

He flinched.

He took off his underwear and held it in his hands awkwardly.

'Awww, poor mama's boy, needs a dutiful wife now to fold his boy panties and put them aside, hai na?'

He flinched again.

I hadn't raised my volume, or lowered my pitch. But my voice had dripped with sarcasm.

He dropped to his knees, head hanging in shame, as he whispered, 'I'm sorry miss, please forgive me'.

I continued to sit calmly in my chair, my expression unfathomable. My eyes trained on the top of his head, my wrist casually flicking the crop.

I could have smirked now.

But lessons are best taught through demonstration.

He will learn humility!

On his knees, he will learn so much more!

Asmi
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