Dear Sir,

I’m a bit behind with my emails I know. I have gone back a step and reflected on our third session and have included a piece of mythology that struck me as being relevant for two different reasons :)

I’ll continue with a write-up about Tuesday (and the consequences of my restrictions), as well as more thoughts on the role play, very soon.

Hopefully I’ll speak to you soon too, as the scratches on my walls are getting harder to cover up! 


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Wednesday night

This was to be our third session and I was pleased from the outset, as there was no given arrival time, so I couldn't be late ;)

Everything was just starting to feel a bit more normal - I was in jeans and a jumper and got on the bus, no longer needing to triple check the address, the stop I had to get off at, etc...

The last two trips I'd made I'd been very conscious of where I was going, what was going to happen, etc... This time I was not as nervous, not on edge and made my way to your building as I would any other friend's place. As I took out my phone to call though, the butterflies ambushed me and the nerves returned. I rang and then waited, watching passers by arrive and depart. I smiled as I realised that all the calmness of the bus ride was for naught now as I stood patiently at the door, shaking ever so slightly, waiting to see you emerge.

When you did, there were a few people waiting for the lift. Safety in numbers, I thought as the lift arrived.

"We'll take the next one."

Dammit!

We stood in silence for the next lift and I focused on the floor of the foyer. The next lift opened. Someone was coming up from the basement - saved! For now.

Arriving at your floor, you ushered me inside and to the lounge room where you instructed me to sit at your feet as you sat on the sofa and watched TV.

My inner dialogue seemed endless.

Watch the show. No, don't, think about what's next, let the nervous energy build up. No, wait, watch the show, there might be questions. What? That's ridiculous. What did they say about the banks? Hang on, this is interesting. No! Focus on the submission. Wow, that's a pretty sunset. Oh no! Did he see you turn? Are you meant to be watching the TV? Is this some kind of mind game? No, I think he's just watching his show. Maybe I should too.

Finally I settled down and started taking an interest in the interview. For a few minutes it all seemed so normal, just watching TV together. Except of course that I was on the floor.

"Go and take your clothes off and hang them in the usual place. Then come back and sit down again."

Well, so much for that theory.

I went and stripped down to nothing, briskly but still taking my time, musing on the situation. Mundane, yet not. Curious.

I returned to the lounge and sat back and your feet, now naked and feeling substantially more submissive.

They were still talking about banks.

The interview was now background noise to my thoughts as I dared to smile, lapping up the situation. I later recalled that moment when talking to my friend and teacher whom I've been doing healing work with for years.

For as long as she's known me, she would occasionally tease me by calling me Kore, a reference to my relationship with my mother, with whom I'm not only close to but perpetually chasing the approval of - the "good girl". When I described to this friend the pleasure experienced simply by sitting on the floor, naked, at the feet of my master, she smiled.

"Well well, Miss Persephone. Looks like you've found your Hades."

After a while you told me to stand and position myself with legs spread and palms against the wall. Now virtually immobile and wide open, I was yours to play with, and soon I felt your touch, gentle, then firm, all over my body. You asked me to count aloud as you administered my spanking and you took your time delivering it. I tried to focus on the numbers so I didn't lose count, as your probing and fondling served as a delightful distraction.

You instructed me not to move while you went to have a shower. My arms and legs ached from the position I was in. I rued the weights training I'd done at the gym that morning! I dared to relax one leg, briefly relieving it before swapping and relaxing the other. I did the same for my arms, never letting myself stray from the position.

I thought I was going to be there forever. I shook out my limbs a few more times, carefully, one at a time, before I heard the water stop. Not long now.

My relief when you let me stand up was short-lived, for soon I was bent over a chair, legs spread once again and arms struggling to steady me. You teased some more, playing with my bottom and thrusting ever so gently between my cheeks - testing the waters, I suspect.

That remains a work in progress, although was possibly hampered by the fact that the physical position was uncomfortable, so it was hard for me to get into it. I find you to be naturally very attuned to my needs and responses, even if you don’t always realise it yourself, so with the next stop being the couch and an invitation for a cuddle, I was very happy to oblige.

Whilst in your embrace, I started to play with your cock again, feeling a bit more confident this time, experimenting and exploring. On your command, I began sucking you off, retesting different techniques from last time. I had more control in this position and it made it quite a different experience to the last time in the bedroom – there are obviously advantages and disadvantages to both, but I’m enjoying discovering what they are along the way :)

Soon enough we were off to the bedroom and you let me straddle you. I’ve only been on top twice before and neither ended particularly well. However, one thing I’ve learnt through our time together is to enjoy the journey, and not worry so much about the destination. Just relaxing into the moment was a big step forward in this respect, even though I suspect I’m still missing something in the technique.

That said, I was happy to be back in familiar territory a little while later when you retook the wheel.

On that note, I’d be interested in exploring different positions – I might just need a bit of time to get comfortable with being on top.


Overall, it was another very enjoyable experience that kept me busy with thoughts and fantasies until our next meeting the following Tuesday, where I was in for a rude shock...


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The Story of Persephone & Hades

I wasn’t sure if you know the story from Greek mythology (or if you did, which version!), so I’ve recounted it here, with a wee bit of creative license :)

Kore was the daughter of the Greek Goddess Demeter, who ruled over crops and plants, ensuring good harvests all year ‘round. She and her mother were incredibly close – Kore was the good girl, the perfect daughter to over-protective Demeter.

One day they were out in a field gathering wheat when a crack emerged in the ground and Hades, God of the Underworld, appeared, vanishing within moments with Kore in his grasp. It is commonly accepted that this was a straightforward abduction, though it has been suggested in some texts that Kore saw him coming and opted, in the second she had to consider her options, to remain in reach of him, thus surrendering to his desire.

Hades returned to his throne in the Underworld with Kore, whom he now referred to as Persephone, in tow. She was his captive, but became his queen. The power balance is sketchy and depends on which version you read, but many have suggested Persephone’s role to be that of willing submission. In some art on the subject she is depicted nude or close to it, at Hade’s feet, her expression being one of devotion in certain pieces, despair in others. It depends largely on the artist's take on the dynamic between the King and eventual Queen of the Underworld.

Meanwhile, back above ground, Demeter is beside herself, the harvests now thinning and the plants wilting as she grieves – the origin of autumn. Soon she discovers that Zeus knew of Hade’s plot to take her daughter all along and she grows enraged, decreeing that nothing will grow on earth until her daughter is returned – thus winter is born. Over months, the various Gods and Goddesses of Olympus attempt to change her mind but she remains steadfast.

Finally Zeus calls on Hermes, the winged messenger (and one of the few who can travel between worlds), and asks him to visit Hades and convince him to release Kore. Hermes heads into the Underworld and looks around for the sweet, innocent virgin Kore, who is presumed to be held against her will somewhere nearby. He looks to the base of Hades’ throne and sees a scantily clad beauty attending to her master.

“Hello Kore,” he says, bemused. 

“My name is Persephone.” She replies.

Hermes, himself the Trickster, hides a knowing smile.

“I see. I need to speak to Hades.”

Upon discussion with Hermes and hearing about the events unfolding above ground, Hades is noticeably more considerate in this matter than his reputation would suggest, and agrees to let her return to the surface.

“Persephone, get dressed.”

While she disappears to put on her ankle length skirt and frilly white top, Hades takes a handful of pomegranate seeds from a dish.

On her return, he looks her up and down in her modest attire.

“Kore.” He pauses, offering her the seeds. “Have these.” 

She takes them and eats them before turning to Hermes, who’s watching the spectacle with a raised eyebrow.

Kore knows full well that if you eat in the Underworld you are doomed to return there. Despite this, Hermes knows this is going to come as a complete surprise to her later when she tells her mother about eating the seeds, lest the perfect daughter be stained by her desire to return to such a place of sin and deviance.

So sweet Kore returns to the surface and is reunited with a delighted Demeter, and Hermes remains silent as she laments about her horrible experience.

Relieved to have her daughter back, Demeter allows all of the flowers to bloom once more and the harvests are plentiful – the beginnings of spring.

But every year winter will return, just as Kore must return to the Underworld to resume her place as Persephone for a third of the year.

Thus, the return of Kore/Persephone from the Underworld is celebrated each year in pagan circles near the start of Spring (31st Oct or 1st Nov in the Southern Hemisphere) and is known as Beltane.

This is said to be when the sexual energy of the earth is at its peak and Beltane is often marked by sexual or pseudo-sexual rituals...


…unless of course, you’re forbidden to engage in any such activities, in which case you spend the evening writing instead :)


More soon,
Dru xx