After having me spend the day in locked leather ankle cuffs at the workplace, S and I returned to her place and engaged in our usual ritual of her putting on my collar and clipped leather wrist cuffs on me. As we relaxed to wind down from the day, at one point she laid one of her legs across my thigh, and I couldn't help but to start gently rubbing and massaging her foot.
As she was pondering her next move, I slowly brought her foot to my face, and inhaled its sweet, sweet fragrance. I gently started licking the sole of her foot and her toes, and I felt and heard her moan softly to the delicate treatment I was giving her. While I was very focused on her foot, and couldn't really see her at the angle I had, it felt like she lost her train of thought, leaned back, and enjoyed my gentle ministrations.
S exhaled deeply when I started to run my tongue between her toes while holding up her leg in the most comfortable way I could. I continued for a minute or two as I enjoyed the wonderfully delicate taste and smell of my side of the experience, and was completely taken over by the vibe she was emanating, one of relaxation, pleasure, and dominance.
Just a few seconds later, I was lying on the floor, knees up with my feet on the ground, and S had assumed a slighlty reclining position against my thighs while sitting on the lower part of my stomach. At first, I worked on one foot some more... smelling... massaging... licking... caressing... She pushed her toes gently into my mouth, and I struggled a bit to position my mouth in a way that would give me the best access to her toes, and yet, not force her foot into an uncomfortable angle.
Shortly following came the other foot, and I totally got intoxicated on the sweet fragrance overwhelming me from having both of her feet covering my nose and much of my face. I couldn't focus enough at that point to formulate a good plan to continue S' fetish spa treatment.
A whole body shiver overtaking me from the sensations and the dominating energy she was radiating, I let go of her feet for a moment while my cuffed hands moved over head for a brief stretch. As I accidently hit the wall behind me with my hands, not aware of how close I was to it, S used one of her feet and pinned my hands against the wall, maybe 15-18 inches off the ground.
Suddenly I was trapped, and the scene turned from sensual to gently sadistic in the time of a breath. With my arms pinned overhead and behind me, my body was stretched out, making me feel her weight much more significantly (for the record, S has a splendid physique, and she is quite light under other circumstances...). My breathing became significantly more demanding, and in such a vulnerable position, the veil of subspace was quickly covering me.
My mind lost in the sensations of her spur-of-the-moment dominant creativity, it exploded into fireworks as S reached for my nipples and started playing with them. Her exquisite torture of my nipples is always powerfully overwhelming, a incessant crescendo as her pinching brings on the reactions I know S craves. My moans and my gentle squirming escalate as she tortures them harder, and inevitably, the greater intensity of the torment brings on more of the reactions she wants to get out of me.
Partly immobilized in this particularly vulnerable position, my breathing getting more difficult by the minute, the intoxicating pain of my nipples being pinched, scratched, poked, and tortured harder and more intensely without reprieve, the feeling of her lust for my suffering almost palpable, the excitement of her creativity and this instantly improvised predicament ,and the view of her beautiful, sadistically smiling face from the bottom, I don't know if I've ever gotten into such deep subspace in so little time...
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Not your regular kind of nap
The sweet, gentle ecstasy of lying down next to my Goddess for a half-hour nap... that became 45 minutes, and then almost 90 minutes...
The warmth of her body against mine, her head resting gently on my chest and one thigh over my hips and mid-section, I savored every minute of our closeness tight under the covers. She had unclipped my wrist cuffs for us to be more comfortable, and she held my left hand as my right hand went around her back to her waist. I was careful with each movement lest I hurt her or wake her up dragging the buckle of the wrist cuffs, or the small locks that secured them, against her skin.
My legs were still bound by the ankle cuffs clipped together. As she occasionally shifted her position slightly, I could feel the restraints keeping my feet about 6 inches apart. The helplessness was intoxicating as I was not only limited in my movements, but worse, I could not risk moving or such awkwardness would surely wake my Goddess up.
Deep in subspace from earlier activities, and S' wishes to enjoy a nap with me mostly bound at her side, I drifted in and out of sleep. My head was spinning from this gentle and yet powerful situation. I gasped quietly when during her sleep she reached up and took hold of the central D-ring on my collar with one finger. I wasn't sure how conscious that was since her deep breathing barely paused for an instant while she did that, and resumed immediately after. If my submission to her wasn't complete before that point, it was absolutely total when I felt the light tension on the collar, and I felt her asleep in this position. Now even moving my head had a risk of waking her up.
My on-and-off sleep with her, in this strangely immobilizing bondage, with my Goddess right next to me, in fact partly over me, was incredibly overwhelming. My headspace had nowhere to anchor itself, except in my submission to her and my love for her...
The warmth of her body against mine, her head resting gently on my chest and one thigh over my hips and mid-section, I savored every minute of our closeness tight under the covers. She had unclipped my wrist cuffs for us to be more comfortable, and she held my left hand as my right hand went around her back to her waist. I was careful with each movement lest I hurt her or wake her up dragging the buckle of the wrist cuffs, or the small locks that secured them, against her skin.
My legs were still bound by the ankle cuffs clipped together. As she occasionally shifted her position slightly, I could feel the restraints keeping my feet about 6 inches apart. The helplessness was intoxicating as I was not only limited in my movements, but worse, I could not risk moving or such awkwardness would surely wake my Goddess up.
Deep in subspace from earlier activities, and S' wishes to enjoy a nap with me mostly bound at her side, I drifted in and out of sleep. My head was spinning from this gentle and yet powerful situation. I gasped quietly when during her sleep she reached up and took hold of the central D-ring on my collar with one finger. I wasn't sure how conscious that was since her deep breathing barely paused for an instant while she did that, and resumed immediately after. If my submission to her wasn't complete before that point, it was absolutely total when I felt the light tension on the collar, and I felt her asleep in this position. Now even moving my head had a risk of waking her up.
My on-and-off sleep with her, in this strangely immobilizing bondage, with my Goddess right next to me, in fact partly over me, was incredibly overwhelming. My headspace had nowhere to anchor itself, except in my submission to her and my love for her...
Monday, February 9, 2009
Waiting for his Goddess
The butterflies he had been feeling all morning since he had awakened were now at their most intense as he started climbing the stairs to her apartment. From the moment he started seeing her several weeks back, the anticipation of any kind of meeting with S just overwhelmed him with excitement and nervousness.
He unlocked the front door and walked in looking for his Goddess. As he made his way toward her bedroom, he found her coming out because she had heard him. Her smile never failed to melt his heart, and she looked as radiant as ever, despite the fact that she had slept in a bit and had not yet finished getting ready.
S came up to him for a kiss and a hug, which he so looked forward to every time he saw her. As she pulled away after the renewal of their physical connection, touching again after difficult hours apart from each other, she had that mischievous smile and twinkle in her eyes that he had come to recognize as a sign of her wanting to express her dominance over him.
Whether he was ready to submit to her or not, she had already decided what he was going to be doing while she finished getting ready for her day. She took him to their little dungeon area they had improvised just the day before, and told him he was wearing far too many clothes. As quickly as he could, he removed every piece except for his underwear, and he fell to his knees, assuming a proper submissive she seemed to have found pleasing previously.
After giving him a delicate caress down both sides of his head, and planting a delicate kiss on his lips, she reached back to take the collar lying on the shelf behind her. He bowed his head as she firmly placed the collar around his neck and buckled it. She again reached back to take the leather handcuffs, and without delay, had placed and buckled those around his wrists. Grabbing hold of his hair, she backed him into position under the wire shelf that doubled as an overhead rack to which she clipped the leather handcuffs above his head, a little more than shoulder wide.
Quite satisfied looking down on her work, feeling a rush from seeing her prince helpless and in her power, she reached back once more to pick-up the blindfold. She lifted his chin to look into his eyes one last time, gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, and buckled the blindfold around his head. At that point, she teasingly told him not to go anywhere… she had a few things to take care of. And then she walked away, leaving him alone, bound, deprived of sight, and wondering how long she would be away. He felt himself give out slight whimper as his Goddess left him.
On his knees, wrists locked overhead, his bondage position was not difficult to be in at the start, but it was awkward to maintain for more than a few minutes at a time. He had to shift leg positions fairly regularly, unable to stand on his knees because of the wall behind him pushing his torso out with his hands above and slightly behind him, and unable to kneel and rest on his ankles/forelegs because the rack to which his wrists were attached was too high. He found a position in-between where he could cross his legs and lay his back again the wall that was the most bearable, but even this one was not one he could keep for more than maybe 4 or 5 minutes. In fact, very rapidly he realized he had lost his sense of time. In bondage, in darkness, teased by the scurrying of his Goddess a few rooms away, his shoulders and knees increasingly uncomfortable, he felt his hold on the real world begin to slip, and his submission to S deepen.
After an undetermined amount of time, S did come back to check on him. He had actually lost track of her activities, simply focusing on her in his mind. He could almost see her, almost feel her, and images and emotions from other encounters with her raced through his mind. He only realized she was coming up on him when she came into the room next to where he was bound, the sound of her boots against the carpet the only thing giving her away.
She entered their makeshift dungeon, and asked how he was doing. She was as pleased by his visible discomfort, and quickened and shallow breathing at feeling her there, as she was at him being fine. She crouched down, gave him a kiss, and ran her finger around the edges of his lips. His tongue darted out to find her finger, to feel the softness of her skin and the shape of her beautiful long nails, but she admonished him for the gesture, and as he fell back against his bondage, she resumed her teasing. She told him not to move a all, and then brought her finger into his slightly open mouth. He remained as still as could in order to not disappoint her.
After a few moments of running her finger over his lips, occasionally teasing his tongue with her beautiful long nail, she ran her nails down the front of his body, making sure there was extra pressure on his nipples. Coming back to his nipples, she pinched them, let go a bit, and pinched a little harder, repeatedly, until his moaning reached a level of intensity that sent tremors through her body. S so loved those sounds he made, and his reactions to her ministrations just excited her to a degree that kept surprising her after all these weeks.
S still needed to finish getting ready, and once more she teased him not to go anywhere, and walked away, shutting the closet door behind her. Locked in place, his mind reeling, his body still feeling the after-sensations of her every touch, scratch, pinch, and squeeze of the last few minutes, he was peacefully resigned to fall back into his bondage, to fall back into subspace. Bound, in darkness, sensorially overloaded, and with the door shut closed, unable to make out any more sounds of his Goddess' activities, his mind has reached the nexus he so craved, and the surrender he so wanted to give S.
An undetermined period of time passed... it could have been 2 minutes or 20... when S returned and announced they would have to be leaving soon. His mind was almost too far lost into her to be overwhelmed with the sadness that typically accompanies this moment, but he still felt a whimper come from his chest. But then he heard a familiar sound, one of his favorite, and despite his lack of ability to focus, he realized that she had lit a cigarette.
The smell reached his nose, and once more his breathing grew rapid and shallow in excitement. She drew her lips close to his, and he knew what was expected of him. He met her lips, tried to create as good of seal as possible, and took a deep breath in upon her exhaling into his mouth. Slowly, he took his turn to exhale off to the side, and once more confirmed in his drifting but peaceful mind just how much he enjoyed accepting that from her, how thrilled he was with the powerful symbolism of this simple action.
Before he could quite visualize the amazing scene, S closed in again, and repeated the cycle... several times. Each time, he felt that she was exercising her will over him, that she was enjoying the power that he had surrendered to her. He just could not get enough of what this... He just could not get enough of her...
He knew coming in at the beginning that they had about 40 minutes before they had to leave. At this point, when she put out the cigarette, before she would release him, he would only hope that S enjoyed expressing herself on the canvass of his body and of his mind.
He unlocked the front door and walked in looking for his Goddess. As he made his way toward her bedroom, he found her coming out because she had heard him. Her smile never failed to melt his heart, and she looked as radiant as ever, despite the fact that she had slept in a bit and had not yet finished getting ready.
S came up to him for a kiss and a hug, which he so looked forward to every time he saw her. As she pulled away after the renewal of their physical connection, touching again after difficult hours apart from each other, she had that mischievous smile and twinkle in her eyes that he had come to recognize as a sign of her wanting to express her dominance over him.
Whether he was ready to submit to her or not, she had already decided what he was going to be doing while she finished getting ready for her day. She took him to their little dungeon area they had improvised just the day before, and told him he was wearing far too many clothes. As quickly as he could, he removed every piece except for his underwear, and he fell to his knees, assuming a proper submissive she seemed to have found pleasing previously.
After giving him a delicate caress down both sides of his head, and planting a delicate kiss on his lips, she reached back to take the collar lying on the shelf behind her. He bowed his head as she firmly placed the collar around his neck and buckled it. She again reached back to take the leather handcuffs, and without delay, had placed and buckled those around his wrists. Grabbing hold of his hair, she backed him into position under the wire shelf that doubled as an overhead rack to which she clipped the leather handcuffs above his head, a little more than shoulder wide.
Quite satisfied looking down on her work, feeling a rush from seeing her prince helpless and in her power, she reached back once more to pick-up the blindfold. She lifted his chin to look into his eyes one last time, gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, and buckled the blindfold around his head. At that point, she teasingly told him not to go anywhere… she had a few things to take care of. And then she walked away, leaving him alone, bound, deprived of sight, and wondering how long she would be away. He felt himself give out slight whimper as his Goddess left him.
On his knees, wrists locked overhead, his bondage position was not difficult to be in at the start, but it was awkward to maintain for more than a few minutes at a time. He had to shift leg positions fairly regularly, unable to stand on his knees because of the wall behind him pushing his torso out with his hands above and slightly behind him, and unable to kneel and rest on his ankles/forelegs because the rack to which his wrists were attached was too high. He found a position in-between where he could cross his legs and lay his back again the wall that was the most bearable, but even this one was not one he could keep for more than maybe 4 or 5 minutes. In fact, very rapidly he realized he had lost his sense of time. In bondage, in darkness, teased by the scurrying of his Goddess a few rooms away, his shoulders and knees increasingly uncomfortable, he felt his hold on the real world begin to slip, and his submission to S deepen.
After an undetermined amount of time, S did come back to check on him. He had actually lost track of her activities, simply focusing on her in his mind. He could almost see her, almost feel her, and images and emotions from other encounters with her raced through his mind. He only realized she was coming up on him when she came into the room next to where he was bound, the sound of her boots against the carpet the only thing giving her away.
She entered their makeshift dungeon, and asked how he was doing. She was as pleased by his visible discomfort, and quickened and shallow breathing at feeling her there, as she was at him being fine. She crouched down, gave him a kiss, and ran her finger around the edges of his lips. His tongue darted out to find her finger, to feel the softness of her skin and the shape of her beautiful long nails, but she admonished him for the gesture, and as he fell back against his bondage, she resumed her teasing. She told him not to move a all, and then brought her finger into his slightly open mouth. He remained as still as could in order to not disappoint her.
After a few moments of running her finger over his lips, occasionally teasing his tongue with her beautiful long nail, she ran her nails down the front of his body, making sure there was extra pressure on his nipples. Coming back to his nipples, she pinched them, let go a bit, and pinched a little harder, repeatedly, until his moaning reached a level of intensity that sent tremors through her body. S so loved those sounds he made, and his reactions to her ministrations just excited her to a degree that kept surprising her after all these weeks.
S still needed to finish getting ready, and once more she teased him not to go anywhere, and walked away, shutting the closet door behind her. Locked in place, his mind reeling, his body still feeling the after-sensations of her every touch, scratch, pinch, and squeeze of the last few minutes, he was peacefully resigned to fall back into his bondage, to fall back into subspace. Bound, in darkness, sensorially overloaded, and with the door shut closed, unable to make out any more sounds of his Goddess' activities, his mind has reached the nexus he so craved, and the surrender he so wanted to give S.
An undetermined period of time passed... it could have been 2 minutes or 20... when S returned and announced they would have to be leaving soon. His mind was almost too far lost into her to be overwhelmed with the sadness that typically accompanies this moment, but he still felt a whimper come from his chest. But then he heard a familiar sound, one of his favorite, and despite his lack of ability to focus, he realized that she had lit a cigarette.
The smell reached his nose, and once more his breathing grew rapid and shallow in excitement. She drew her lips close to his, and he knew what was expected of him. He met her lips, tried to create as good of seal as possible, and took a deep breath in upon her exhaling into his mouth. Slowly, he took his turn to exhale off to the side, and once more confirmed in his drifting but peaceful mind just how much he enjoyed accepting that from her, how thrilled he was with the powerful symbolism of this simple action.
Before he could quite visualize the amazing scene, S closed in again, and repeated the cycle... several times. Each time, he felt that she was exercising her will over him, that she was enjoying the power that he had surrendered to her. He just could not get enough of what this... He just could not get enough of her...
He knew coming in at the beginning that they had about 40 minutes before they had to leave. At this point, when she put out the cigarette, before she would release him, he would only hope that S enjoyed expressing herself on the canvass of his body and of his mind.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
"So... do you actually enjoy pain?"
Well... for me, it's really a matter of context.
Toothache? No.
Nipple clamps? Yes.
Stub my small toe against a table leg? No.
Paddling/flogging? Yes.
Kidney stone? No.
CBT? Yes.
Accidental paper cut? No.
Paper cut inflicted by beautiful, dominant woman? Yes.
The bottom line is that the pain must be for someone else to enjoy if I'm going to enjoy it. My pain, my discomfort, my putting up with whatever I must endure, my ability to extend myself, must be for the benefit, the enjoyment, the pleasure, or the fulfillment of someone else. Without someone willing or wanting to receive that gift at the other end, it's just pain, and there's nothing erotic about it. It all comes back to the core of what makes BDSM and D/s what they are for me... an exchange of power. A gift. A surrender of control, of will, of being.
As a side note, I guess this also means I'm not a pure masochist. And as a second side note, this is all within, of course, the context of SSC, and RACK.
The person being given the gift of pain, the gift of submission might not even be around. They could physically be somewhere else and have ordered or are expecting the ordeal. They could have left you in bondage for a while, with or without clamps or spikey things. They may not even know about the pain you are enduring for them. They may not even exist... after a while the fantasy and the pain/stimulus can take a life of its own by association to real events or fantasies. But for me, the pain must be for someone else. And then, that makes it possible to enjoy pain, to find pain erotic, to find it fulfilling.
The pain left after someone has inflicted it can also be incredibly erotic, incredibly powerful. It can stay with me long after the actual encounter. It extends the encounter, extends the gift, extends the submission, and it keeps me in subspace nearly the whole time I can still feel it.
So the answer is... yes and no. I do enjoy pain if it is part of a larger gift I make someone. Someone who will enjoy that gift. Someone who wants to receive from me. Someone who may even want to take it from me. I don't enjoy pain outside of a D/s context, outside of a femdom context. I come across that kind of ordinary pain in my everyday life, and there's nothing erotic or intoxicating about it...
Toothache? No.
Nipple clamps? Yes.
Stub my small toe against a table leg? No.
Paddling/flogging? Yes.
Kidney stone? No.
CBT? Yes.
Accidental paper cut? No.
Paper cut inflicted by beautiful, dominant woman? Yes.
The bottom line is that the pain must be for someone else to enjoy if I'm going to enjoy it. My pain, my discomfort, my putting up with whatever I must endure, my ability to extend myself, must be for the benefit, the enjoyment, the pleasure, or the fulfillment of someone else. Without someone willing or wanting to receive that gift at the other end, it's just pain, and there's nothing erotic about it. It all comes back to the core of what makes BDSM and D/s what they are for me... an exchange of power. A gift. A surrender of control, of will, of being.
As a side note, I guess this also means I'm not a pure masochist. And as a second side note, this is all within, of course, the context of SSC, and RACK.
The person being given the gift of pain, the gift of submission might not even be around. They could physically be somewhere else and have ordered or are expecting the ordeal. They could have left you in bondage for a while, with or without clamps or spikey things. They may not even know about the pain you are enduring for them. They may not even exist... after a while the fantasy and the pain/stimulus can take a life of its own by association to real events or fantasies. But for me, the pain must be for someone else. And then, that makes it possible to enjoy pain, to find pain erotic, to find it fulfilling.
The pain left after someone has inflicted it can also be incredibly erotic, incredibly powerful. It can stay with me long after the actual encounter. It extends the encounter, extends the gift, extends the submission, and it keeps me in subspace nearly the whole time I can still feel it.
So the answer is... yes and no. I do enjoy pain if it is part of a larger gift I make someone. Someone who will enjoy that gift. Someone who wants to receive from me. Someone who may even want to take it from me. I don't enjoy pain outside of a D/s context, outside of a femdom context. I come across that kind of ordinary pain in my everyday life, and there's nothing erotic or intoxicating about it...
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