One of my longest serving slaves and attendants humbly requests that I grace his birthday celebrations annually. For this reason he travels up from Derbyshire to the site of that great nobleman's house, The Earl of Chesterfield, believing himself descended from a natural offspring of that lost noble line. The site is now occupied by The Chesterfield Hotel, a quiet elegant establishment serving exquisite food. However, before proceeding to Mayfair, the realm of the best Doms, it was time for his extra-special- treat.
We went into my Dungeon, where he is facinated by the large mirrors, as he loves to see myself and himself in reality and reflection. He marvelled at the bondage wheel and the whipping stool, but not for him the tight bonds and naval strength ropes of the client in my previous blog. He desired only stern verbal reprimands and a light caning and spanking. So I ordered him to remove his garments and stand before me naked, displaying no sign of arousal as instructed. Then I ordered him to bend over and administered a few light swishes of the cane. His pert little buttocks reddened somewhat. Then seeing a slight arousal, I put him in my cage, and when he was calm, I secured his genitals with a tight jock-strap. Then I gave him six mild stokes with the paddle. After this was the climax for him of the session, being put across my knee and hand spanked. This reminds him of his kind but stern nanny of his childhood days. I reprimanded him gently for all his impure thoughts and allowed him to kiss my feet in gratitude.
Then we spent a delightful evening in quiet conversation and the odd glass or so of Champagne, and on leaving we both listened for "The Nightingale in Berkeley Square"!