Vivian and Gemima

Gemima had been waiting in her room for over an hour before I took Vivian up to meet her. I had instructed the young girl to wear only the slightest of sheer dresses, along with bright red lipstick and little else. Vivian in contrast was in her usual attire which consisted of a black patent leather basque as well as a leather face mask, suspenders and black high heels. She held a stiff riding crop in her right hand.

As we walked into the room I could see Gemima visibly start, and I noticed she trembled slightly when I introduced our guest. She replied 'pleased to meet you', a vulnerable quality in her voice that turned me on. Vivian was impassive, imperious, commanding the space. Looking about her she took in all the elements of furniture that would now become props in her sexual encounter with the twenty year old. Gemima had confessed to me that she had never experienced sex with a women, despite knowing courtesans in both Middlesex and Hertfordshire, nor had she ever been dominated by another female, both admissions the spur for my little experiment.

I sat back in a reclining leather armchair, satisfied that I would take little or no part in the proceedings but sure that I would get off on Gemima's humiliation, pain, domination.

Vivian began by using the riding crop to slap the back of an armchair. The loud slapping sound was music to my eras but Gemima flinched. Then Vivian ordered the girl to get up off the bed and to crawl towards her across the floor. With some reluctance she did so and she received a warning for her reticence. As sh eneared the dominatrix Vivian ordered her to turn and crawl back and away from her - as she did so Vivian slapped her hard across the bottom with the crop, leaving a red welt. Gemima gasped and pulled away, only to be struck once more. Then another until she realised that she must submit, experience, enjoy before the harsh treatment would mutate into something sublime.