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Occasionally I act as a training bottom for a friend of mine, Lady. Let me quote my profile to set the scene: Acting as a training object and “mentor from below” to a Novice Lady who has just begun her own journey in femdom. She is exploring various aspects of the lifestyle while using me as her servant […] As I offer advice, I encourage her fantasy to flow freely and do whatever she pleases, particularly what comes naturally to her.

Let me add some context and explain further from the beginning; I want to emphasize that our relationship isn’t sexual or intimate. We haven’t even seen each other fully or partially nude yet. Her interest started with kinky and fetish attire, and later she entered a romantic relationship with a man who turned out to be submissive and masochistic. Despite her lack of experience but high curiosity, she asked me for advice on domination methods, covering both session play and everyday femdom dynamics. In response, I developed a small brainstorming sketchbook filled with generic or typical (even cliché) roleplay scenarios that could serve as starting points to get into the mood for play, along with more general thoughts to foster an everyday supremacy mindset. Since chastity devices feel more like jewelry than control tools to me, that topic rarely crossed my mind. Unfortunately, they broke up a few months later (in truth, I felt quite sorry for them and wasn’t jealous beforehand because I am polyamorous), but we continued discussing the subject.

With this theoretical foundation in place, one day we chatted and stumbled upon face-slapping when she mused, “Hmmm, I’m somewhat curious about that.” Without overthinking or hesitating, I took off my glasses and replied, “Want to try it out?” After a moment of surprise and some basic tips (aim for the cheek, avoid the ear, keep your hand not too rigid, use the other hand to hold her neck or chin), she agreed and delivered careful blows. Woohoo! We left it at that in the moment but naturally continued discussing later on. Eventually, I gathered my courage and offered her the bottom role when she wanted to resume practicing being a Domme. To my delight, she accepted again. Later that day, we did a little boot-lacing exercise with me kneeling before her seat, carefully threading through the eyes and hooks while ensuring proper, symmetric alignment of the edges. After completing the final loop, I couldn’t resist placing a small kiss on each boot tip, then remaining kneeled and looking up eagerly. She looked down the shafts and remarked, “There’s some dust fuzz left!” I checked and indeed there was. I licked it up, apologized, and she said, “OK, well done.” We swapped roles back, and that day marked our very beginning in practicing D/s exercises.

This was followed by several other occasions where she tried out more details and acted spontaneously—for instance, one day I prepared her bed for an overnight stay. She glanced at it and commented as if from nowhere, “My, my! How does that look? A bit sloppy, huh? Can’t you do better?” with raised eyebrows. Surprised, I hurried to adjust the sheets and blankets while she gave me a critical look, arms crossed. After finishing, she remarked, “Well, well, well, there we go. Don’t let this happen again!” While reproving me, she gently patted my right cheek with every syllable and continued, “…, because, you know, I - can - do - this - harder.”

I have to admit, I was a bit overwhelmed by the vibes of the situation combined with these cute soon-to-be face-slaps. Instantly, it gave me an erection that was barely concealed beneath my baggy pants, which embarrassed me slightly. She noticed but didn’t comment on it. I went down on my knees—even though there were no boots to worship—thanked her, and confirmed that this had been a remarkable impromptu performance. She is learning fast, without doubt! [Now turning the corner to the main topic, promise:-)]

So, recently we met up again. We did some leisure activities, just everyday recreation, went shopping in the city, and she headed to MÄC for cosmetics while I decided to spend that time at a nearby Media-Markt (a German consumer electronics store), saying, “Ok, I’ll be at MM while you do your girl stuff.” Uh-oh. She gave me The Look (to put it mildly) and replied, “That was rather sexist, don’t you think?” Well, she caught me on that one, so I apologized. She kept up The Look, and I added a reluctant suggestion, “… maybe I deserve a correction for that,” which she acknowledged with a nod and said, “Mhm, we’ll get to that later.” We continued our vanilla afternoon before heading home.

Back at the house, nothing much happened until evening when she brought the subject up again. “So, finally, we have to clarify that incident. What do you have to say for yourself?” I stammered out an excuse and promised it wouldn’t happen again, but she picked up my suggestion of a correction and asked if there was anything else to add. At that moment, I felt the urge, so I asked to be collared and leashed—a first for us. Slightly surprised, she wanted an explanation, and I sketched out my fantasy and mindset: being overweight, stronger, and larger than her yet controlled by someone seemingly weaker with adequate means—in this case, a really strong, thick dog collar from a regular pet shop and a heavy chain leash, both perfectly suitable for keeping even a raging rottweiler under control. She agreed, so I fetched the gear. She also demanded her boots be brought to her, which I did as well. “On your knees!”, she snapped. The collar went into place, and the leash clicked onto the ring. Again, I laced her boots carefully, but this time she placed the sole not on the floor but right on my chest quite roughly. Once everything was complete, of course I kissed the tips and was then ordered to lick the street dust off them. So, trying to keep this from getting too lengthy, we continued playing like this for a bit. I got led around crawling, had to sit up and beg, she obviously experimented with some pet play elements, and in the end, I received one or another kick in my butt.

She concluded by dragging me in front of her and initiating the disciplining process, saying, “We don’t want to forget what is the reason for all this. So, in future, you might consider keeping sexist remarks to yourself. Is? That: Clear?” - and with those last three words came three serious, full-scale resounding slaps to my face.

Whew! I nodded silently and then whispered, “I’m sorry,” whereupon she started to smile. “Fine. Now tidy up!” [I promised I would get to it …:]

During the play and in its aftermath, it became obvious that I was seriously aroused (hey, I enjoyed a couple of my preferred triggers:)), and this time it didn’t go unmentioned. Since we still don’t have sexually intimate components in our play, a discussion arose about how my arousal could become less obvious. One might suggest tight briefs, but at that moment (and perhaps to you all already a bit earlier, I bet) the idea sprang to mind: a cock cage. She had seen them in pictures but never in real life. Already being on that point, I admitted to owning one (at that time, just the standard CB design, short version, bought cheaply from Amazon) and offered a quick show-and-tell introduction—see, it’s mostly self-explanatory: here is the base ring, this segment closes it, front part, back part; this is a spacer; here goes the… well, dick; when it’s in place, these pins go there; and this is the hole for the padlock, voilà. She had some more questions but ultimately decided to add it to our future toybox with the announcement, “Well then, for future sessions, this will be where it belongs, won’t it?”

I agreed—and that’s how a cock cage took a big step forward.

Further along in my play journey.;):rolleyes::D I hope this didn’t get too long, but I wanted to capture the bigger picture and share a small example of how new aspects and interests can pop up unexpectedly in planned settings. It shows exactly how this particular little toy—a cock cage—has begun to enrich my experiences. I’m SO excited for our next experiments ahead, even though they are quite distant for several reasons. Cheers c-w