I believe I have acquired a lovely new femme slave, R. She arrived at the space with a bottle of white wine, which we sipped while getting to know one another. She's very careful with her speech and looked so charming sitting on the leather couch, reaching for just the right words. Some cross-dressers and transgendered people manage to look the part even when attired as their biological sex. R was one of those, with smooth skin, a mess of dirty blonde curls, and a lavender shirt, open at the neck to show a sexy vee of pristine skin. Unfortunately, she was also wearing men's boxer briefs! It was so against everything else about her that it rather threw me when I first discovered it.
To begin with, I undressed my new little subbie and dressed her in some black lace panties fixed with a spray of rhinestones. The only other adornment she was allowed was a matching set of white leather cuffs and collar, decorated with tiny pink roses.
Just before I placed the collar on her, I explained that I was going to spank her, that it was going to hurt, and that it was going to last for a long time. And it did.
Though R professed to be a slut and a whore, she looked very little girly over my lap. She kept her arms close to her body twitched, and may even have been crying a bit, though I can't be sure. Her clipped, "Yes, Ma'am!" responses added to the effect.
The spanking was slow and deliberate, but not overly sensual. It seemed difficult for her to bear, but she did. Because the build up was so lengthy, there was little to no marking, but I still treated her with a little creamy baby oil after, just to soothe her bright red skin.
But I still wasn't through with her. Still lying on her stomach, I lifted her feet and placed them close together. Though the spanking had been intense, I had not struck her as hard as I was able, and that was what I really wanted to do. (R had professed an interest in serving my wishes rather than her own.) I promised her ten strokes with the cane on the soles of her feet.
We only made it to three.
Gasping and bucking--indeed almost shrieking--three was clearly more than enough. One of the motivations behind caning a female or feminine submissive's feet is to make them walk more delicately. As a little girl I loved the Hans Christian Andersen story "The Little Mermaid" in which it is described how delicately the mermaid walked, as every step felt as though she were treading upon knives. That is exactly the effect I have in mind when I cane a girl's feet; light, quick, and delicate steps that make her aware of her movements.
Most of R's training, at least for now, will center around teaching her how to move like a girl. Once she's accomplished that, she will be permitted to move onto the more intimate areas of slut training. However, I want my stud, whoever the lucky one will be, to feel that he's taking advantage of a well-trained sex object, not indulging the fantasies of a man in panties. R will learn to walk, sit, stand, crawl, and kneel like a high class, desperately horny prostitute.
That isn't to say that there won't be fun along the way. As a grand finale to our time together, I wet R's panties. Yes, you read that correctly. Removing her cuffs and collar, I had R lie upon the floor and play with her perky little nipples, which had already been well-tortured and were very tender, as I drizzled my golden nectar upon her soft, yielding little clitty and all over her black lace panties! Needless to say, she enjoyed it and even moaned like a tramp!
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