Robyn’s Session – BDSM with happy endings

Robyn's Session

Robyn Was Unique among Mistress Tish's slaves.

Mistress Tish had a few female clients, all with their own special needs but Robyn was standout the most unusual, but also the one she liked to most. Robyn had a high powered job and the stresses needed regular relief, a relief that heavy corporal and a happy ending brought.

But that wasn't all that was unusual abut Robyn, it was the way Robyn reacted in session that was unique.

Read all about it on SilentQuivers website - blog and free stories.

The only problem was that she could see herself in Robyn. Unless she managed to break the cycle, she could see herself being just like Robyn, her dream unfulfilled, her relationships non existent and her soul damaged.

So, on Silentquivers.com - lookup Robyns session.

 

Free Story published tonight

Mistress Tish Mother-Daughter Session Free Story

Later tonight the first chapter of my Dominating Gravity new book will be published on the SilentQuivers website.

Go into the blog and tick the category for Mistress Tish to find it (or them after the next chapter is published).

I’ve noticed also that plenty of other blog posts have been happening there. Some are pretty close to the mark for my own needs.

Special thanks go to Mistress Tish for allowing me to be her unofficial biographer. She’s been remarkably free with her time and candid also considering this is a subject that few find easy to talk about. It has had its special rewards and I am grateful.

 

Strict Learning uploaded for Release

Coming in at 61,000 words and 150 A4 pages, Strict Learning is my biggest book to date.  I just now checked, the corporal and bondage session goes from page 81 to page 147. It’s a HUGE session.

You get this for $1 – but hurry. It is going up in price very soon.

I just now finished the second full edit and have uploaded it into Amazon for release. I hope any errors or mistakes don’t detract from the book.

Twice as long is Four Times Harder

I’ve found with this book, that as the size gets bigger, the time and difficulty increases disproportionately. Doubling the size of a book increases edit and review time far more than that.

It feels like a factor of four increase in difficulty for a doubling of size.

Why? I’ll have to give this more thought. Maybe it’s a psychological thing, I’m less productive with longer books? Not sure, but it feels like it may be true.

Also, longer stories mean longer plots which are harder to keep together.

More thought required. ‘Trikki

Pre-Order – Strict Learning, 60,000 words eboook

I’ve decided to set a hard-limit on publishing my next book. On 22 Jan 2018 it will be finished for delivery on 23 Jan.

I’ve done this to force myself to finish it NOW. After all, it is written and I just need to edit it ruthlessly.

~~ un-edited excerpt

Every movement of her body made her aware of her predicament. Moving her shoulders pulled on her arms making the straps holding her tightly dig in slightly and the waist strap move against her. Moving her hips, rotating them slightly, did the same for the straps holding her legs but also made her hotter and hotter. Moving her head upward slightly, to look ahead, pulled on the strap holding the penis gag in her mouth and that was in itself strangely erotic. It was a little like a man was holding her head and thrusting slightly, squeezing her slightly as he thrust inward so it wasn’t difficult to let her imagination run riot.

Not long later she heard from Ms Smeet in her office, “So girl, you’ve heard my other client taking a strapping from my lovely belt on her bare bottom. Now it’s well and truly time for you to trial having a hot bottom from my belt. Drop your trousers,” came the very sharp command from the office, echoing slightly across the floor.

The delay was not that long, only maybe a minute but then the command, “Bend over the chair girl, grasp the sides of the seat in front. If you let go, I’ll give you an extra six of the best.” Ms Smeet was sounding definite and in control, just as she normally was.

Seconds later came the familiar cracking sound of leather belt on buttocks. As she lay bound and gagged over the strapping stool she realized the sound of someone getting a good hard strapping was really quite erotic and something she would not have thought of before. Now, the regular crack of belt on bottom just made her hotter and hotter and as she was so tightly restrained onto the strapping stool, it just made her hotter and hotter again.

Being denied the ability to masturbate was an erotic and delicious frustration.

Each crack of the belt preceded a shrill cry from the woman bent over the chair. Clearly this was more intense than she was expecting. Her own experience of the belt was that it certainly stung like the devil but it was nothing to scream out about. Maybe the woman was new to corporal punishment?

~~

I hope you enjoyed it – ‘Trikki

Excerpt – Strict Learning – Teaching the Teachers

Teaching The Teachers is a new series. I’m editing book-1, Strict Learning.

It’s painful. I’m doing more removing than adding of content in editing this new book. Going back over what I wrote a year ago I see so much to change.

Here’s a warts and all except;

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Ms Smeet took her strap off the side table, holding it in both hands in front of her, waiting for Cath to obey.

“You need your hands strapped young lady, before and after you ride my lovely new strapping stool. A nice six of the very best to those hands for you to feel whilst your bottom is getting a dose of my belt. Your hands can be stinging as I use my nice new belt then the prison strap. Your hot stinging hands will be firmly strapped to my stool when I cane you so hard across that little bottom of yours it will take your mind off your throbbing hands.”

She looked Cath in the eyes and smiled as she added slowly and firmly, raising and lowering her strap in her hands for emphasis, “That’s six of the very best to each hand young lady,” she said as she ran her strap through her hands slowly, relishing the feel of the leather and making Cath aware of the strap.

Ms Smeet understood extremely well; her saying ‘strapped’ and ‘strapping’ and emphasizing it whilst holding her trusty strap in her hand was a major part of the whole process.

She knew Cath would be watching, looking at the strap, thinking about what was going to happen and how much it was going to hurt. Hearing the words and the certainty would all be adding to the moment, adding to the inner tremors of excitement. When she raised the strap and let it fall, when she ran it through her hands, it was like a magnet to Cath’s eyes, making her focus and taking all thoughts of anything else right out of her mind and replacing it with the words ‘strap’ and ‘strapped’ and ‘strapping’ echoing around inside her head.

—-

It’s painful to read. I’m thinking I’ll cull lots of the text to leave just the core of the story; Cath gets a strapping. I might save the original, painful though it is.
‘Trikki

Erotica: One handed reads -vs – Trikki Watson

My kindle has a few BDSM based stories I looked at this morning. The genre is as you’d expect,spanking, caning and tawsing with some bondage and sex thrown in for variety. I quite enjoy them and hark back to my own experiences of corporal punishment and bondage as I read.
Then I looked at two of my own stories, “Young again” and “Unleashing Morgan” which are heavy corporal punishment based with sex as the finishing touch. Both have bondage and sex in bondage and the protagonists have mostly happy endings.
So how did the Trikki Watson books stand up in comparison (considering I’m totally the wrong person to ask)?
Mine are longer reads and slower to ‘get going’ into the action. I thought I identified with my characters more and they had more substance. The actual strapping, caning and tawse action was also longer. They just didn’t get six of the best with ‘swish – crack- scream’ they got much more than that, descriptions of the leather meeting flesh, the heat of the discipline invading their genitals and the hot erotic feelings they had. They had ‘feelings’ from the bondage, from watching the scene, and I liked that.
Mine was a slower read to get into. Pure and simple.
The other books were very good though. I like the “Annie Bee” books – Annie Bee On Amazon – and I see a new one I’ll purchase soon. Her use of the tawse also sets her apart from ‘cane and spank’ type writers. As a keen participant of tawse play, and owning a few myself, I do enjoy her books.

So, “one handed reads” and Trikki Watson are possible but you need to find the place were the action starts. For some books it mage be 1/2 to 1/3 of the way into the book. In upcoming books the actions starts very promptly with a session that may be a one-hand-able read. Having said that, “Teaching The teachers” where Cath meets the strapping stool is totally worth waiting for (it is in final edit stage). If you’ve read up to that point and identify with Cath, her time on the strapping stool is special, not to mention the fun time when her boyfriend sorts out her itch.

Variety in all things – ‘Trikki

Freebie. FemDom Buddy – 01

FebDom Buddy – Expression Of Interest

Copyright (C) 2017 by Trikki Watson 20 December 2017

Missing Out

Mistress Magenta did like being a dominatrix. What woman wouldn’t? Sure, there were clients she didn’t like, and some BDSM activities she didn’t much care for but all in all, it worked out.

After doing it for a dozen years she decided she wanted sex more often and without the fuss she’d been putting up with. She’d do the Tinder thing and more often than not it would end badly when it got round to ‘so what do you do for a job’ and the truth came out. She was a rotten liar.

Boyfriends and ‘partners’ had eluded her and there seemed to be little chance of a husband on the horizon.

Hence, after some thought and discussion with Mistress Tish, she decided she wanted a fuck buddy. Someone she could call on to sort out her needs then he would go away till she called him again.

Since she was a dominatrix and he would be the buddy, she wanted a ‘FemDom Buddy’ and that felt reasonable.

~~~~~

Looking For Options

“Tish,” she said when they were both between clients and relaxing in the staff room of SatisfactionX, I’ve been thinking of getting a fuck buddy, or two. You ever think about that or are you in a relationship?”

Mistress Tish was younger, taller, slimmer with a great rack and decidedly gorgeous. They got on very well, always had. She’d trained Tish and even given her a few sub-sessions when the need took her. Now Tish was a mistress in her own right with an admirably large client base.

“Magenta, no. No relationship. I don’t seem to crave one at present. My mechanical friends and the occasional sub-session from you, with thanks, satisfy me at present. You’ve not thought of using a client?”

Magenta shook her head quickly, “No. I quite like Darryl, you know, your client but I’ve got a rule about dating clients.”

“Yeah,” Tish said, “Me too. It could so easily get out of hand. I like Darryl too but he’s a bit old for me. I was thinking of setting him up with Robyn. You know Robyn. She screams and swears a lot when I giver her corporal. They’re a good match I would have thought.”

She was surprised. “I hadn’t thought of that. Anyway. A fuck buddy is what I’m after. Know anyone for some no strings attached simple sex on a semi regular basis?”

Tish shook her head, “Nope, not a one. You could ask Angel and Tara but I don’t like your chances. That leaves dating web sites then. Good luck with that. You’ll get prisoners looking for someone for conjugal visits, men in other countries. All sorts answering you.”

“I was thinking of a fairly specific advertisement somewhere, no idea where. I’ll let you know how I go,” she said.

Tish grinned, “sure, please do, I like a Greek tragedy every now and then.”

She shook her head quickly from side to side, “Nope, not the Greek way for me,” she laughed. “I actually like being on the giving end, not the receiving end of that.” She chuckled, “Pegging will be a mandatory condition I’m thinking. It has its advantages particularly when I want seconds.”

Tish laughed.

~~~~~

The Advertisement

She chose a web site that catered to the fuck-buddy scene by doing matching and introductions. She could have signed up for free but there was very little input she could give and hence, she’d have a lot of wasted time weeding out the good from the bad. She decided a fifty dollar advertisement running for a month would have a better strike rate.

“Professional dominatrix requires a buddy. Age 25 – 40, athletic to medium build. Athletic performance mandatory. Must accept Mr Peg, bondage, discipline and give good head. Fun times guaranteed. Negotiable hours. Must include sensible pic, job industry, well written letter. Applications with inappropriate pics and lack of information will be binned. Neatest correct entries will be given an evaluation.”

She included a pair of pics, one of herself in jeans and sneakers out on a shopping trip she’d done with Tish. The other in the dungeon with her in fetish gear, holding a cane. It left very little to the imagination.

~~~~~

The Replies

She got nearly two dozen replies. Of those she instantly deleted four. They were from cretins who thought a dick-pic with salacious and downright rude comments were appropriate. She sent them a simple email, “Cretin. Do not contact me again. You didn’t read my advertisement. Go away.”

A few were well and truly in the wrong age and ‘shape’ range. A sixty year old man with a huge pot belly was clearly wrong. “Sorry, no can do. You don’t fit my criteria.” That sorted them out.

A few had tattoos and they weren’t the greatest writers, and a few were quite frankly, totally unattractive. Those she let down with, “Sorry. Not quite right.”

That left a few she emailed back and forward. She rejected a few who were clearly after a one-night stand and not what she wanted. A few were genuinely stupid making her wonder if that was good or bad.

That left four. An engineer. An advertising exec. A programmer and chef. They all showed promise and the chef, with the thought of sumptuous meals cooked for her, was a leading contender. She was thinking naked, well whipped butt, in an apron cooking her a meal then with him on his knees giving some dreamy licking afterward. That would work.

She emailed each of them, “You are short listed. Arrange what you believe is a suitable dinner venue,” and she gave a different night to each, each two days apart. She also included a pic of herself in lingerie with the caption, “Yours to win, yours to lose.”

Thankfully none of them sent a stupid dick-pic back.

The engineer sent a pic of himself on a building site with high visibility vest over his suit, and the caption, “looking to build something” which she quite liked.

The chef sent a picture of a cake with him behind it, “I’m sweet but non-fattening.” Which wasn’t bad.

The programmer sent a pic of himself at his work space, “Hoping this computes,” which was weak but acceptable.

The advertising exec had himself in a collage of photos artfully arranged, himself with a suit and bow tie, in bathers, seated at a table for a candle-lit dinner, with boots on mowing the lawn, on the beach with the sun glasses and a newspaper, “all things to all people, but the best things with the best people,” and she didn’t mind that at all.

~~~~~

First Vetting

“Ralph,” she said sitting at the nice table in Vincenzo’s, an Italian restaurant she knew and had been to a few times, “This is nice.” It was mid to high-range, intimate and genuinely nice, “A good choice. So why does an advertising executive want a buddy? You’re young enough and handsome enough to attract a suitable full time woman surely.”

“Maureen,” as that was the name she’d given and in fact her real name, “I’m busy. I’ve done the dating, the courting, the move in together thing then it gets very old very quickly. I’m after company, good company and some fun times every now and then. I like my own space and I like coming home to an empty house I’ve made my own, but I would like to share every now and then.”

She liked how he didn’t bounce her with a question, just answered hers and let her continue.

“OK,” she said, “I can understand that. What about me being a dominatrix. Is that a turn on, off, or no clue. Ever played with one? Done a session or two maybe? Got any special things you like?” She grinned at him, “Now’s the time to let it all out. You don’t say, it won’t happen in play.”

He looked surprised, a little lost almost. “No, never done it. I looked at your website and it was amazing. I was tempted to self amuse, if you know what I mean just looking at your site. The whole BDSM thing, fetish, I do find interesting and I’d love to try it.”

She made a snap decision. He was worth the full and in depth interview she’d planned.

She smiled, “So, not taking things into your own hand is a bonus and I do like a man with a full tank and plenty of self control. Now, you need to be comfortable with me taking a firm hand. I will tie you up, use you, then give you a nice little red bottom while you get a second head of steam. Then I will use you again. It will be challenging and if you are a good boy, oh so fulfilling. Are you up for it?”

He looked stunned then very pleased, “You weren’t kidding. This is a full interview then?” He had a nice turn of phrase also, not a cheap shock crude language man. She could have some nice conversations with him when he wasn’t gagged or had a face full of herself.

She smiled, “Of course. Now eat up. A girl has her needs and you’ll be thinking of me when you sit on a sore bottom tomorrow.”

Ralph grinned.

~~~~~

Show Me The Money

Back at her place she walked Ralph into her lounge room then turned to face him. “Kiss me,” she said.

Well, she’d be telling Tish he was a very good kisser. The embrace, the gentle fondle with the roving hands and the considerate way he went about it made her confident she’d chosen well.

“Clothes off,” she said as he came up for air.

Quickly he was naked. She roved her eyes over him taking in his reasonable level of fitness and an erection that was straining, pointing at her and looked quite uncomfortable for him. Perfect.

She reached under her dress then pulled down her knickers and stepped out of them. She lifted them up to Ralph and put them under his nose, “Smell anything you like,” she said watching the lust on his face as he nodded.

She walked back to the settee then sat, lifted her dress then pointed. “Kneel Ralph, show me your technique.”

Ralph leaped the two steps then threw himself to his knees. She closed her eyes as she leaned back, pushed her hips forward as Ralph ran his hands over her thighs. She smiled as she felt something soft and warm run over one side of her thigh, skirt her vagina, run over the side of her bush them move up past her clit then dive into the soft area there and circle, hitting her clit and driving her wild. Then it moved down the other side and this time circled her vagina and teased the entrance, rimming her.

“Yes,” she gasped, “Yes, yes, more,” she added sighing out the words. She hadn’t had this in a long time, not this good. It took Ralph a few minutes, moving his tongue up and down and fleetingly caressing her then diving inside, moving in and out, then circling her clit and taking it into his mouth before she climaxed. When she did come, it was a good one, the blood leaving her face for a moment, her head going back with the ‘little death’ as the French called it.

She lay back on the settee, Ralph with his hands on her upper thighs as he slowly gave her some long slow strokes, finishing her off nicely with his tongue.

When she was recovered, she looked down then pulled Ralph’s head up, “Not bad, not bad at all. Lets move on in.” She stood on shaking legs, took Ralph by the hand then led him into her bedroom. “Nice,” she said looking down at his erection, “Let’s put him to work, I’ve got just the place for him.”

She took him to her bed then made him lay down on his back, “let’s get you all setup shall we.”

Off her side table and waiting, she took a leather belt then, “Feet first,” she said as she wrapped it round his ankles.

Ralph didn’t look to happy, she could see that, then, “Hey, what you doing?” he asked.

She finished his ankles, strapping the belt up tight then he started to struggle, looking to untie himself. That would never do.

~~~~~

I AM a Dominatrix

She picked up the second belt, “Ralph, you saw my website. I’m a dominatrix. If you untie yourself, you leave now and you don’t come back. It’s that simple. If you lay back, I’ll tie you up properly then I will ride you just the way I want. Then, when that is done I will snuggle down till you recover then Ralph, I intend to make you rise to the occasion and we go again. That’s the deal. You choose. Now.”

He lay back, he looked at her, “I’m not so sure about this, it’s all going a bit fast you know.” He was looking more and more concerned.

She decided to up the ante. She put the belt down, she reached behind herself then took the zipper on her dress down. A few seconds later it fell to the floor leaving her in a bra and nothing more. She reached behind, undid the clasp then that too was quickly on the floor. She picked up the belt again, draped it round her neck so the ends hung over her breasts.

On the bedside table was one other belt she used for corporal at SatisfactionX. Mistress Tish was particularly belt oriented with her corporal and it was something that she’d also become taken with. Taking a nice wide belt off then giving a client a strapping just seemed so right. Tisk called it a ‘to the woodshed with mom’ type session.

She picked up her belt then put it round her waist, buckled it, then ran her hands over it as Ralph watched her, his erection pointing straight up. Seemed like someone else did like a well belted woman also judging by the reaction.

She smiled at him, shook her shoulders a little and just enough to get some action happening. “Anything you like here Ralph?”

“Christ,” he said, “I’m not sure.” He was looking challenged.

“Ralph, I told you what would happen. Did you think I was joking? I’m a dominatrix. This is what I do. Now, you either lay there, I put you into bondage then fuck your brains out or you go home. If you stay I will give you a spanking after we fuck. Are you a man Ralph? We fuck, you get spanked and I will use my belt. That’s the deal and if you get hard again I’ll let you on top for a change.”

She ran her hand over the belt to reinforce that a belting was not optional.

She put her hand down and stroked his cock for a moment then cupped his balls and held them firmly. He reacted strongly, lifting his chest up but she pushed him down. “Decide now Ralph. Fuck me or fuck off.” She smiled sexily, “If there is a next time Ralph, I’ll be pegging you with my strap on after the spanking. Ever had a pegging Ralph? After a spanking? It can really get the juices going.”

“Christ you really are a dominatrix. OK, I’m up for it.”

..continues..

Upcoming – Teaching Teachers

Strict Learning

Written and in the final editing phase, this new BDSM story in a new series is for school corporal punishment devotees.

For those enjoying the heavier BDSM who also want more story and plenty of 'heat' this is sure to please.

In a school for last-chance students where the discipline is very strict, some of the teachers find benefit from the same regime when it is applied by the formidable Ms Smeet.

Of course, a Trikki Watson BDSM story would not be complete without at least one very heavy corporal and bondage session, this time courtesy of Ms Smeet and her new arsenal of implements.

Rest assured, there is plenty of 'hot action' and the caning and strapping are second to none.

Unleashing Morgan – Thank You!

Yes, you guessed it, I’m new to this publishing thing and monitoring my sales far too closely. I just noticed that my new book, Unleashing Morgan has made a sale in the last hour or two.

For those not familiar, it is a BDSM story with quite a bit of sex, corporal punishment and fetish in the storyline. The concept is to re-invent a personality that gives a person a whole lot more pleasure out of life.

Even to me it sounds stupid to blog on a single sale that I make very little money from, but it’s not the money. It is the hope that I’ve created something that gives others pleasure and is worthwhile spending money on.

Whoever you are, thank you. I wouldn’t object to a review and telling some friends. I desperately need it (sorry for the blatant grovel!).

‘Trikki