I Imagined Him An Old Man In The Future

Suffering a bit of writer’s block, today, so, here’s an old post to keep you company.


He gently rubbed my foot

As the ache from the stiletto began to subside.

He served me mimosas by the swimming pool

A bowl of black cherries sat tempting me, nearby.

I imagined him an old man, in the future

Would he still be willing to answer every call.

Would he have feet of clay or would he rather stay

To perform my every whim through Spring or Fall.

He’s been a mite restrained, not fully embedded in his role.

He’s not at peace with this role-reversal that I chose.

One day I’m sure that he may flip a coin.

Will he remain a puppet or choose to become another’s toy?

Diva’s Loving Leadership (c) 2016



He stands before me




Waiting nervously

I pace in front of him

The heels of my stilettos



Clicking as I move

To and fro

Riding-crop in my hand



I stroke his inner thigh

With the cold leather head

Of the crop

Nudging his testicles

As I raise the crop

Between his legs

His penis perks

To attention

As his face and chest

Begin to flush

Placing the crop

Under my arm

As I take a firm grasp

Of his penis

And stroke it



Of his excitement

Begins to seep

Through the tip

As I wipe the evidence away

With my pinky

And serve it to him.

As I brush my finger

Across his tongue




I lean in to

Ask him if

He wants me to

Put it in my mouth

He gets more excited

As he replies, “Yes”

I lean closer and



Diva’s Loving Leadership (c) 2016





As he stands

Between me

And the crackling


A bead

Of sweat


From his forehead

To his chin

I catch it

With my tongue

As I fondle

His hardened

Little cock

In one hand

And play

With his ass

With the other

Despite commanding


I hear the whisper

Of a moan

Escape his lips

You want to cum?

I tease

As I stroke him

Very gently

I proceed

To taunting

The tip

Until finally

A bead

Of semen



I lick

The cum


As I release him

From my hands

And lay

Before him


For him

To lick

The beads

Of cum

Between my thighs.

Diva’s Loving Leadership (c) 2016




He was summoned

To the cellar

For another

Discipline hearing.

The vast amount of candles

Warmed the air

With the aroma of vanilla

But he braced

His bare feet

Against the cold

Cement floor.

This was nothing

Like the cozy

Motel room

They used to meet in

But it was more

Private and personal.

He had summoned

The courage

To yell

At his mistress

About the lack of justice

Between them.

She offered him

His freedom

As justice in exchange

For his outburst.

If he stayed

He would face

Another form of justice

At the end

Of her crop.

He had a choice

To summon

The courage to leave

Or to summon

The courage to face

Her justice.

He summoned the courage

To stay.

Diva’s Loving Leadership (c) 2016


Tea and Strumpet


I was feeling kind of wicked

So I rung him for my tea

As he approached me

With a tray of tea and milanos

I extended my barefoot, slightly

And tripped him.

His face

His entire body turned red

He apologized profusely

As he began to clean up

From the spill.

With his face

Inches away from my feet

I hiked up my skirt

And spread my bare legs

He turned more red

As he noticed

My legs were not

The only thing bare

Under my skirt.

It did not take him long

To clean up his mess

As a reward

I gave him a chance

To attempt to make me cum

Before I was done with the milanos.

Diva’s Loving Leadership (c) 2016