Product review and field test! (E)

The good folks over at EdenFantantasys contacted us a while back to do a product review. After a few emails back-and-forth, where they graciously offered us a product of our choice among a number their offerings in exchange for a review, we selected a splendid vibrator called the Silky G, in their section on G-spot vibrators, produced by a company called evolved. A vibrator, you ask? A little "vanilla" for us, you may think. Well, no, not really. This was an opportunity for us to select a product that was primarily to provide another avenue of pleasure for my Goddess. And besides, our collection of BDSM toys is fairly extensive so there isn’t a lot we are dying to get that we don’t have already.
Indeed, having something to help me provide my Goddess with pleasure through her G-Spot held a great appeal to both of us. First, anything to provide her with stimulation, joy, and satisfaction is important to me. After all, among my many duties in serving my Goddess, her sexual pleasure and the quenching her desires are critically important. Second, my Goddess reacts very readily to clitoral stimulation, but G-Spot stimulation has been much more of a challenge for a number of reasons. What better way for us to explore this area than to get something that is specially designed for that. Sharing our impressions and comments, and providing a review of the Silky G in exchange for the opportunity to play with an item that seemed to open new orgasmic avenues for my Goddess, was a deal we couldn’t pass up.

Of course, we were very excited when the item arrived by mail. There is a distinctive sense of anticipation one gets when waiting for items of a sexual nature by mail. And as soon as it arrived, we quickly took the item out of its package, and we were very impressed by the presentation.

The Silky G comes in a superb box that really makes it look like it is going to be something special. The box is metal, with a see-through top, and with two metal clips keeping it shut. This is definitely one of most distinguished storage we have for any of our toys.

When we took the actual vibrator out of the box, clearly this wasn’t your run-of-mill vibrator. Its unique shape, velvety texture, and good size give it a distinctive feel, and a pair of AA batteries gave it a rather good heft.

The full specs are available here, but the quick version is as follows:
- Food-grade material / Latex free / Phthalates free / Hypo-allergenic
- Length: 7 1/2"
- Insertable length: 6"
- Circumference: 4 1/4"
- Diameter: 1 1/4"
- Speed settings: 3

This review has been a long time in coming. But between business road trips, health issues, and tornado warnings, my Goddess and I haven’t had much time to ourselves of late, and even less time to write, as you may have noticed. However, I must say that once the moment came, the Silky G was an unqualified success.

On that particular evening, my Goddess' hunger was overwhelming. After some foot-kissing, it was clear that she was looking for more... much more. A first round of oral servitude quenched her desires but for the time it took for her to recover from her massive orgasm. This was the opportunity to move from the living room to the bedroom, where the Silky G, and some newly acquired lube, was on a bedside table. Moving from clitoral to G-spot stimulation, we were both curious to see if we would get anywhere... my Goddess is much, much easier to satisfy through he former than the latter. But the Silky G did not disappoint. Shortly after I had moved from the first speed to the second, well before I ever got to the third, our new toy proved worth the long wait and anticipation.

Of course, it is difficult to say that what is good for one person will be good to another, in such matters. But the Silky G, worked very well on someone particularly challenging to satisfy when it comes to G-spot stimulation , and I am delighted that I have another tool with which to serve my Goddess.

Our gratitude to EdenFantantasys for giving us the opportunity to review their Silky G vibrator, and for their patience with us. You can find the Silky G's page here. On this page, you’ll also find a funny video about the Silky G, and the impact it may have on a relationship...

Foot worship: Rush and excitement (E)

Artwork courtesy of Lunar Black

My Goddess looked absolutely splendid lying on the bed, up on one elbow watching some television, relaxing after a long day. She had told me to refresh her drink, and I was hobbling back to hand it to her. Yes… hobbling.

A bit earlier, when we had come back, she had placed and locked my leather collar around my neck, and she had demanded that I bring her the leather wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, which she promptly locked on me. The hobbling part was because she clipped the wrist cuffs together and the ankle cuffs together. Oh, how she loves to watch me struggle, puttering around to serve her. And while this inevitably leaves me feeling awkward, I am always happy to entertain my Goddess. The sexiness of her smile of superiority, the mischievousness energy of her having the upper hand, and her dominant giggles, are totally intoxicating.

After preparing her drink the first time, we engaged in one of our favorite card games. We played without me knowing whether she would punish me for winning or for losing. It didn’t really matter because by the time we finished, she needed a new drink, and that’s when I returned, with short hobbling steps, and found her on the bed, irresistibly, dominantly, lying there, and enjoying the spectacle of my minor predicament.

After placing the drink on the side table, my Goddess told me that she needed a foot rub. I instantly felt a rush come over me, and butterflies in my stomach. I could not return to the bottom of the bed fast enough. I fell to my knees, and reached over for one of her feet, not far away from the edge of the bed.

I thoroughly worked over my Goddess’ feet, cupping and kneading the pad of her heels, rubbing and stroking her arches, kneading the forefoot areas, individually massaging and gently stretching her toes, and generally trying to relax every part of her feet.

By then, my Goddess was laying on both her elbows, with her head back, her beautiful hair dropping down freely. She truly looked divine. I could not help but to move in closer, and I gently started reaching for her toes with my tongue. With the first licks, I heard a deep moan come from her, and then a bit of a shiver, and I knew that I had to get a bit more intimate in worshipping her feet.

My tongue made its way under, over, around, and in-between each of her toes. Her deep guttural exhales and moans urged me to go on. Next, I took in different combinations of my Goddess’ toes into my mouth, savoring each of them like delicate, tasty morsels of fine food, and again running my tongue over them, in a half-caress, half-massage kind of way. We were both entranced...

After taking care of both feet, the look in her eyes told me something had been started that would not be stopped. I could feel my Goddess’ need, her hunger. I climbed, as gracefully as I could manage in the clipped cuffs, onto the bed, and began to kiss her beautiful and smooth legs up and down. After a few passes, I settled lower between her legs, pushed my arms under and around the back of her thighs and over to her belly, where my hands reached hers.

As busy as it had been up to now, my tongue’s duties were not over yet. Delicately, I reached in with it, alternating slow and quick movements, teasing more gently and licking more forcefully, and I did my best to quell my Goddess’ hunger. It wasn’t long before she reached a thunderous climax. I moved up and held her in my arms as the post-orgasm trembling diminished to occasional shudders.

Once she had recovered, my Goddess pushed me away a bit, pulled my T-shirt over my head, unclipped my wrist cuffs, and reached for my nipples. This is the usual sign that it is time for more traditional love making, albeit under the condition of the delicious hurt she enjoys inflicting. Through the nipple torture she had so much fun with, she dictated the pace, and eventually the intensity, of an absolutely massive orgasm that wasn’t long in coming.

Image from http://yourbootblack.tumblr.com/ via Thou Shall Love Thy Mistress

Morning attack! (E)

"My arms wrap around you, pulling the hard plains of your body against my own. Lips trail down the side of your neck as I inhale your scent. Hands roam over you, a tug of your head as I pull your hair. Lips claiming your jaw, teeth biting. Nails dig into flesh. Pressing hips against you. Hungry for the man you are. For the man I know you are. Starved for the feel of your body inside of me."

"[G]ood morning, Lover "

Image and caption courtesy of Masochistic Beauty

Still in a fog from the deep sleep I was in, I feel sharp pain around my nipples, and my loins getting warm, tightening. A moan escapes me as I'm trying to get my wits about me and realize my Goddess is right next to me doing some NT... tugging on the central D-ring of my locked leather collar... raking her long, sharp nails around my privates and occasionally digging them in... grabbing hold of the eternity collar... going back to the NT...

As I'm slowly waking up to the delicious torment of the sensation play, my Goddess climbs up onto my hips and begins to grind down and gyrate against my rock-hard penis. No penetration, she just wants to feel me like this and hurt me for a while. She increases the intensity of the NT, making me squirm more under her. It excites her... it feeds her... it fuels her need to hurt me more. My Goddess dials up the intensity, the cycle keeps spiraling up in excitement and in pain. I feel the rawness of her sexual hunger, of her domination over my body. The hurt... my movement and my moans... her own movements, rubbing and grinding against me... she hurts me more...

This is one those moments frozen in time that seems to last forever while you are engaged in it. It still gives me shivers two days later as I write about it.

If I wouldn't have dipped into subspace so quickly, my Goddess might have brought me to the edge of climax. But this was all about her. It continues until that magical nexus when I don't think I can take anymore pain but I don't want her to stop for anything in the world. Somewhere in the cycle, at the nexus, my moans stop and she gets a whimper. How she loves the whimper! She lives for the whimper! And then a huge climax tears through her body. I can feel the reverberations as she slumps forward and trembles against my chest for a minute or two.

After the last of the tremors, my Goddess sits upright again, and moves up my torso until she lines up her hips over my head. I'm desperate to taste her, to bring her pleasure again, to have her assume such a dominant position over me, and to feel the tremors and reverberations of her climax against me once more.

I begin to reach in with my tongue, exploring gently, teasing, stimulating. I feel her already well on her way to another orgasm. I slow down a bit, but it doesn't make a difference. I slow down some more, and do more teasing with the tip of my tongue, but my Goddess is having none of it. She brings herself lower onto my face, and reaches down with her fingers to pinch my nostrils shut. I begin to work much more quickly, intensely, frantically. She has reached terminal velocity on her way to climax. She keeps me from breathing until she reaches orgasm, which is just a matter of seconds. As her climax literally shakes her off my face onto a sitting position on my chest, I take in a big inhale to catch up on the oxygen, and then I enjoy once again feeling the tremors of my Goddess' orgasm echoing through my body.

As my Goddess recovers, she moves off to my side, and tell me, "Entertain me!". That's our signal that she's had all the stimulation she can handle for the time being, but that she expects me to bring myself to climax in her presence. She's very close, lying along my right side, holding her torso up on her left elbow. She starts torturing my left nipple with her right hand as I begin to stroke my penis. Then she moves her head closer, and bites down on the right nipple. She begins a new pain-pleasure cycle for me with her long and sharp nails on one side, and her teeth on the other. More pain for me... more squirming and more moans and more movement for me... more excitement for her... and higher up we go in the spiral...

It really didn't take long. I don't know how long it took, but I know it couldn't have been more than a matter of just a couple of minutes. Somewhere climbing the pain-pleasure spiral, I absolutely explode and make a huge mess. Over my legs and stomach, over her leg and hip, over the bed. Wow... Just wow...

I reach for a couple of towels. We wipe down and wipe off. We kiss. We hug. We snuggle. And then we get up to get ready for work.

Good morning to you too, my Love!

Her needs on a Monday morning (E)

Bound Men I, by Mind Abuse, via Lunar Black

Pulled from a deep in sleep, I barely notice any light coming from outside. I feel tension around my neck, and pressure on my right nipple that rapidly becomes a sharp pain. My Goddess is tugging on the central D-ring of the locked leather collar, pulling me closer to her, and what begins as nipple teasing fast becomes NT.

My mind is still foggy when my Goddess pushes me on my back and mounts my hips (without penetration). She reaches for more NT, taking occasional breaks to reach back for some CBT, or forward to take a hold of one of the D-rings on the collar.

My movements and moans reacting to the pain she's causing is driving her crazy... in the best kind of way. She begins to gyrate her hips over mine. She increases the intensity of the NT. I can't help but to squirm a little more, to moan a little more. She gets more excited and grinds her hips harder and hurts me more. The cycle rapidly spirals out of control. She slumps over my chest. She grabs once more the central D-ring of the collar, and keeps hold of one nipple, which she hurts until a whimper escapes from me. A huge climax rips through her body, which feels amazing to me, lying beneath her. I feel her heart beat against my chest, her breathing fast and heavy against my body.

In a matter of a few minutes, like a tiger pouncing and devoring a prey to satisfy its hunger, my Goddess woke me up and hurt me until she reached climax.

She moves off me, and sits back against the head of the bed, looking down at me smug, dominant, smiling. But I can tell she's still hungry. I can almost tangibly feel the waves of her dominance and her sexual energy. I move over her legs, and bring my head down between her legs. Instantly she reacts to my tongue. She grabs my hair and pulls me in. The build-up is quick and incredibly intense. Again, in a matter of just a few minutes, she once more reaches a huge climax, shaking for over a minute after she pushed my head away from her.

Once she recovers, we hug, she gets off the bed and heads for the shower. That was it. This morning was all about her. And I was thoroughly delighted in this unexpected start to the week, despite the unequal score in orgasms (2-0).

Predicaments I never want to end (E)

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Part 1: Submitting to my Goddess (E)

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The first of two-parts. My Goddess challenged me to write about our play time two evenings ago. Then tomorrow, she'll write about the same scene, but without reading my post. Then we'll have fun comparing accounts.

"9 o'clock tonight. On your knees, next to the bed. Naked. Wait for me."

Those words came from my Goddess in the late morning, two days ago. Of course, it's one of those things you can't un-hear. It stays with you. The anticipation builds. Every glance we exchanged over the course of the day had a brighter twinkle. Every look at the other revealed a secretive, knowing smile. Time couldn't go by fast enough. This was at least as hot as the "You're getting tied up tonight!" of the previous week.

But the time finally came, and I was ready for my Goddess. On my knees. Next to the bed. Naked. With the locking leather collar on the bed, along with most of our toys in our large toy bag at the foot of the bed.

My Goddess walked in, fresh from her shower. She looked please. She sat on the side of the bed, put the collar around my neck, and locked it. The initial, and familiar feel of the leather collar is always such a joy after missing it for 12 to 16 hours. And the sound of the small lock clicking shut never loses its magic for me.

She placed leather wristcuffs on me, and locked those too. And clipped them together. Next, she reached for a leather blindfold, placed it around my head, tight and secure. Finally, she clipped a leash to the central ring of my collar, and told me that she was not going to walk to the other side of the bed. As I wondered what was to transpire at that point, my Goddess stood up, told me to get on all fours, straddled my back, and told me to be on my way. What a joy to have my Goddess sitting on my bare back! The physical sensation of her weight, the mental imagery of my Goddess ordering her pet to carry her, and the emotions that resulted from this symbolically powerful act, were all quite overwhelming.

My Goddess led me onto the bed, and told me to get on all fours. She pulled me into just the position she wanted. She ran her nails down my back and over my backside. She teased my nipples, and playfully moved on to some CBT.

She paused for just a moment, and then the first stroke from a flogger came down. My Goddess worked one flogger for a few strokes, and moved on to another flogger quite rapidly. She changed implements a few times, and by the third one, I was deep enough in subspace that I had trouble focusing enough to identify them. And besides, I didn't want to focus... I was letting go.

Speaking of subspace, while it started moving in on me in the morning, and gradually throughout the day, I had reached further milestones in subspace waiting for my Goddess to come in while I was on my knees naked, when she used me to "pony" her across the bedroom, and when she began sensation and impact play.

But my Goddess totally floored me when she interrupted what she was doing, came right next to me, grabbed my hair, pulled back my head, and teasingly asked:

"Does my pet want to get fucked tonight?"

Wow... What could I say? I certainly couldn't go against the wishes and desires of my Goddess...

So she did. And it was incredible. It always is. I've said a million times before, and I'll say it one more time now. Getting taken by my Goddess is such an intimate, magical, powerful, and symbolic act. The sensual application of lube around my opening. The hotness and anticipation of my Goddess preparing me with her fingers for what is to come. The gentle but firm pressure of the strap-on reaching deeper inside me. My Goddess finally reaching all the way inside me. My Goddess, once in all the way, gradually fucking me with more speed and more force. Faster, harder, deeper. She keeps building up. She reaches terminal velocity. Her orgasm is on its way no matter what. She loses control of the rhythm Her strokes are hard and long. She pulls in my hips with her hands, digging her nails inside them. And then a huge climax hits her.

After the trembling subsides, my Goddess pushes me on my side and orders me to lie down on my back. She straddles my stomach, still shaking a bit. I can feel her wetness against my skin. She reaches for my nipples, playing with them hard. She reaches back for some CBT, and hurts me until I get rock hard. She comes back to the nipples, and after almost getting a whimper from me, my Goddess unclips my wristcuffs from each, and reclips each of them to a ring on opposite sides of my locking leather collar. A classic position that she has only recently begun to appreciate and enjoy.

My Goddess returns to NT and CBT, having fun while I was in this particularly helpless position. She goes harder with the nipples, and deeper with her nails on my testicules and penis. And then, she begins moving up my torso. She keeps at it until her sacred feminine is directly over my mouth, and then lowers herself onto to me. She pulses lightly up-and-down with her hips, creating a wave-lapping-against-the-shore kind of movement. As I am doing my best trying to bring my Goddess pleasure, I realize that with my wrists clipped as they are to my collar, her knees are pinning my arms down and keeping them in tension to the sides. This in turn is keeping my collar taut, and greatly limiting my head movement. I am almost totally immobile, and my Goddess is in total control. The internal vision and the emotions of the predicament, and once more, the symbolism, are almost as powerful as the actual physical sensations.

As my Goddess approaches climax, she reaches for my nostrils, pinches them shut, and lowers herself onto me completely. Under the pressure of bringing her to climax before I run out of air, my tongue darts around and licks her furiously, and it isn't long before my Goddess has another powerful orgasm.

She moves off my face, she slides down my torso while she's still trembling, and takes back the place she had sitting on my hips earlier. My Goddess resumes NT and CBT, even harder than before, while she is still trembling more, and is wetter then before. My nipples deliciously suffer at her hands until she gets a whimper from me.

That didn't take too long. Which is good because my Goddess wasn't done with me quite yet. A few seconds after the whimper, my Goddess is tugging on my collar to position me into more sexual servitude, and more orgasms. Including, eventually, one for me.

More markings and service (E)

Artwork courtesy of Flat Earth Social Club

Crazy busy week. RL really getting in the way of writing. But...

Still had the now traditional weekend marking session last weekend. Lying in bed, hands tied above my head, feet tied to the foot of the bed, my Goddess took her hot pink Sharpie and went to work.

She wrote "Selena" on the upper right chest. She wrote her real name on the upper left chest. Under each was a little heart, with a small arrow leading to the word "MINE" in the middle of my chest. The whole design was about 14" X 8". On my lower stomach my Goddess wrote "PET" in between two little hearts. About 6" X 2". The whole artwork was just beautiful...

Of course, I didn't see it right away. After she was done, and did a little NT, my Goddess looked over her artwork as she enjoyed a cigarette, taking time to tease me with her smoking. Then she re-mounted my chest, did some harder NT and some CBT. The CBT was intense enough for my squirming to start exciting her, and as she felt she needed to get to a higher level, she stood up on the bed, looked down at me, gyrated her hips in a very suggestive manner, moved up on the bed, and came back down, covering my face as she sat down on it.

I did my best to orally satisfy my Goddess. As the tension was building and my Goddess was getting closer and closer to her climax, she pinched my nostril to get me to work harder and faster. Within a few seconds, a tremendous orgasm came over her, and I felt her tremble against me as she laid back over my chest...

Vignettes: visions and daydreams (E)

Artwork courtesy of Flat Earth Social Club

When reality and fantasy collide...

My Goddess readies me for sleep, bound and under her control. Ankles locked in a spreader-bar, the spreader-bar attached to the foot of the bed. Wrists are in locked leather cuffs and tied to the headboard of the bed. The traditional locked leather collar is on, and so is a blindfold. Around my hips is a harness, locked in multiple points, that has my penis strapped into place, unable to get hard, and a dildo that reaches deep within me. My Goddess makes sure her pet is secure next to her for the night, kisses me gently, and falls asleep with her head on my chest and one leg across my hips...

I come back from drawing my Goddess' bath, and she orders me to lie on the bed face down. She clips my locked wrist cuffs and locked ankle cuffs together to put me in a hogtie position. She adds a blindfold. She tells me not to go anywhere... she wants me right there when she's done... whenever that may be...

An unexpected phone call provides only short notice that some girlfriends are coming over for coffee and a brief social call. My Goddess pulls me by my leash to the bedroom closet, places the blindfold over my eyes, binds my wrists together behind my back, binds my ankles together, and leaves me on the floor next to her shoes and boots. She tells me to be a good pet and to be quiet or she have to put on the gag too, and kisses me gently on the cheek. The door to the closet is shut, and she goes away to answer the door. I hear some muffled voices far away, some laughs, and I drift away into subspace thinking about my Goddess and longing for the time she will be back for me.

My Goddess and I are rarely ever apart. It is only on the rare occasion that I will need to run an errand without her. But the last time I did, my Goddess felt it took too much time. She's not blaming me for dillydallying, but she does want to make sure I come back to her as soon as possible. So she places the nipples rings on me. Their severity insures that I do what I have to do as rapidly, yet safely, as possible, and that I think about nothing else but returning to her. I do come back in record time. I present myself on my knees before her for the removal of the nipple rings. She says "right after the next cigarette..."

A phone call comes in for my Goddess. A social call from an old friend. She grabs my leash, pulls me over and makes me walk on all fours next to her. She makes herself comfortable on the sofa and puts her feet up on the ottoman. She gestures to me that she wants her feet kissed during the time of the call. This will last the entire call. The only interruption to the worshiping of her feet is when I have to hold the ashtray while she smokes...

A favorite television show comes on while we relax in bed. My Goddess binds my wrists to the headboard of the bed, and my ankles to the foot of the bed. She sits over my face, alternating smothering and oral servitude over the course of the program.

My Goddess steps out of the shower, and I am patting her dry with a towel. She grabs my hair and forces me to my knees. She looks down on me as she reaches for my nipples. She wants a whimper... She needs a whimper... Just because she can... Just because I'm hers...

D/s stream of consciousness... lovemaking while gagged... a quiet evening of board games while wrists and ankles are bound in rope... caning or paddling before leaving the house for an outing... oral servitude on demand... strap-on play over lunch break... wearing the locked collar while out shopping...

Amazing turnaround (E)

Artwork courtesy of www.femdomartists.com

Both my Goddess and I were not feeling 100% yesterday, likely from something we ate at a restaurant the previous evening. Nothing too terrible, just random moments throughout the day of not feeling at our best. I'm sure details on that kind of thing are unnecessary...

Sadly, it made us miss a private play party with some friends. But we were happy just to be together, and we spent the evening watching a movie. After the movie, I was pretty much over what had been ailing us all day, my Goddess seemed to be doing better, but it was getting really late, we were both getting really tired, and we began preparing to go to sleep.

And then, as suddenly as an earthquake that hits without warning, my Goddess was in a mood. As much as her energy was down earlier that evening, her dominant energy swelled up and swept through both of us in different ways, and the emotional landscape was radically changed in a matter of just a few seconds.

My Goddess asked me for the hot pink Sharpie. As I handed it to her, she got up from the bed, picked up one of our leather blindfolds, placed it over my eyes and buckled it. As I was lying on the bed on my back, she climbed onto my hips, and I heard the cap of the Sharpie come off.

My mind was racing. Last week's marking play was exceptionally exciting. It created such a powerful sense of ownership/belonging in me, and my Goddess enjoyed it so much she said I would never again be without markings. By Friday, the markings of the previous week had faded out, so I guess it was time again for my Goddess to re-identify her pet, her property.

She covered even more ground this time, including my left arm, but obviously I was only going to find out the specifics later. As soon as my Goddess was done, she teased me with some NT for a while, and then took a length of rope, did a column tie around my wrists, and slipped the chain attached at the top of the headboard of the bed through the binding so that my hand were restrained above my head.

My Goddess got off the bed (and me), seemed to look for something among our toys, came back quickly, straddling my stomach facing my legs, and did some CBT for a few seconds. Without any pause, I felt her apply some clothespins to different areas of my C & B, maybe half-a-dozen or so. She then took out the Sharpie again, wrote something around my pubic area, and decided to take a break.

So there I laid, blindfolded, hands bound to the top of the bed, marked, with clothespins on my privates. I already had my locked leather collar on from earlier in the day, as well as my locked leather ankle cuffs, which had been on continuously, with the exception of showering, since Thursday morning.

My Goddess came back onto the bed, sat by my side, and lit a cigarette. To further limit my movement, she put the ashtray on my chest. While she relaxed for a bit, and teased me with her smoke, she took some time to describe the markings she had placed on me. She wrote Selena in cursive letters on the left side of my chest (which turned out to be about 2" X 4"), drew a crescent moon and stars (in Greek mythology, Selene was the goddess of the moon, and Endymion was her lover) with "Her Pet" written underneath (3" X 3"). She wrote her real name on my left arm, with a little heart underneath (2" X 1"). And finally, she wrote "mine" on my pubic area with two arrows pointing to my penis (2" X 6"), very visible because the hair has not grown very much since the shaving scene from a while back.

It was simply magical to lie there bound, vulnerable, in the control of my Goddess, while she described each marking and smoked next to me. I was so hers... so totally hers.

My Goddess finished smoking, removed the ashtray from my chest, and climbed back up on my stomach, facing my legs. She did some CBT as she sensually moved her hips over and against me. She began removing the clothespins, and each one of my reactions excited her more, increasing the amplitude and intensity of her own movements.

After the clothespins were all off, I could feel my Goddess letting her excitement get the better of her, and she suddenly turned around, straddling my hips, and grinding against my hard and erect penis as she moved on to some NT. The chain-reaction that followed quickly went out of control. My reactions to her movements and the NT kept her excitement increasing further. Her movements and the pain she caused me increased my excitement, increased the intensity of my reactions, and caused me to squirm even more under her.

And then, she could take no more. She needed to climax NOW. She stood up briefly, turned around again (facing my torso), and dropped herself on me, covering me face. Suddenly, my nose and mouth were engulfed inside her, and frantically my tongue worked to bring her the relief she was so desperate for. Twice she lifted herself for just a moment for me to get some air, and within a matter of a few seconds after that, a thundering climax fell upon her, left her body shaking violently for well over a minute.

Wow... that was so fucking hot. In the complete control of my Goddess' dominance, vulnerable and available to anything she wanted, feeling an intense sense of belonging and ownership, sore from her torture, in deep, deep subspace, and excited to no end, I was so not expecting all this just an hour ago...

I realized during our post-play time that my Goddess was not expecting any of this to happen either. She had been looking forward to the private play party all week, and I think she felt bummed that we couldn't make it. As we prepared to go to sleep, she had just a little dominant twinkle that made her want to replace the markings that had faded, and then her dominant urges just totally took her over.

The sheer inspiration of what happened... the amazing turnaround in energy... the creativity that kept flowing... was absolutely incredible. And it has left me in quite a mood of my own this morning. Just dying to serve my Goddess in any way she wants, waiting on her on my hands and knees. Just dying to display my submission, my dedication, my love to my Goddess for the world to see. I have visions running through my mind of my Goddess leading me around on a leash while we go shopping later on this afternoon.

Wow... hmmm... alright... discretion, as the better part of valor, will prevail, and I'll slowly come down from last night's high, but it's just an reflection of the amazing level of energy flowing between us that just a little spark could set off such a chain of events, and that I'd still be so wired 12 hours later.

Under her spell - part 1 (E)

Artwork courtesy of Flat Earth Social Club

God, she looked gorgeous while we were out...

Cute, sexy, beautiful, all at once, and the pink elf hat she wore made her look all the more delicious for the dominance she hid from the rest of the world. By the time we got home, I was totally out of control.

My Goddess had just come out of the toilet room, and she was washing her hands. I came up behind her and gave her big hug. Nothing in mind, no expectations. Just a warm gesture of affection. She backed into me affectionately a bit, returning the hug with her body, leaving her wet hands over the sink so not to drip water all over the floor. I held on hugging her since she responded so warmly to it.

Finally my Goddess turned around and gave me a piercing look. Warm... sexy... hungry... dominant... she reached over for a kiss. Our lips locked in a warm embrace, our mouths opened a bit, and our tongues touched. She reached up to my nipples with her hands, and started teasing them a bit. While we were still locked in the kiss, my Goddess grabbed my nipples harder, and forced me down to my knees.

We continued the kiss a bit longer, and then she broke it off. My hands on her hips, I looked up at her, she looked down at me, and I felt the shockwave of her dominance hit me, emanating from her eyes. My Goddess continued the NT and pulled me in. My face was now up against her skirt, pressing against the lower part of her stomach. The NT intensified, my subspace deepened, and my hands ran down her legs.

She let go of my nipples, I lifted her skirt, and slipped my head underneath. I ran my hands back up her legs, and removed her underwear. My Goddess standing up against the sink, my hands at her upper thighs, my face up against the fragrance of her intimate parts, she pushed her hips in my direction. First my nose, next my mouth, and then with my tongue, I rapidly found my way to her pleasure center.

While my Goddess held herself up against the sink with her arms, my tongue reached deep to her G-spot... teasing... exciting... stimulating... both her and me. Within just a few minutes, she hit her groove and climaxed... big time. Her knees almost buckled, forcing me even deeper into her before I had moved my mouth away completely, and causing a secondary climax to shake her body.

I pulled out from under my Goddess' skirt, steadied her, and looked up at her. Her teeth showing through her pursed lips, she opened her eyes. She grabbed my short hair and ordered me to crawl to the bed. She followed right behind me. Once I was on all fours on the bed, she climbed on, positioned herself on her back, and I knew she was still hungry. I laid down on my stomach between her legs, positioned my head right where it had to be, and went back to work. It wasn't long before my Goddess had her next orgasm.

Once the tremors stopped, my Goddess reached over for my locking collar, and placed it around my neck. She got up, went around to my side of the bed to find one of our leather blindfolds, and took away my sight. And then she ordered me on all fours on the bed. This being Christmas Eve and all, I knew that our "candy" cane was about to see some action...

Coming up... caning... bondage... NT & CBT... shaving... overnight in cuffs...

Hot, hot words... (E)

Artwork courtesy of Flat Earth Social Club

A hard day at work for both of us wrapped up with doing a little shopping for some food before heading home. Our return home started in the usual manner... I got a cold drink for my Goddess... she placed my leather collar around my neck and locked it... I prepared dinner while she relaxed catching up to the news on TV and surfing the web... we ate... I cleaned up after dinner as she was dead tired and retired to the bedroom...

After finishing my domestic duties and returned to the bedroom to join my Goddess, I found her very sleepy, but tense thinking about work. So I offered to give her a back massage with our favorite lotion, which she accepted gladly.

I sat cross-legged in the bed, and she laid face-down, her hips and mid-section over my thighs, with a pillow under her head. It's a wonderfully close and sensual position, and it gives me great access to the key areas I needed to reach. I worked on her upper back, neck, shoulders, upper arms, middle back, lower back, and upper buttocks. I think she might have dozed off a few times for a minute or two each time while I was giving her the massage.

As I was wrapping up with some caressing of her back and legs, I felt my Goddess starting to move sensually and somewhat suggestively against me. Very small and subtle movements, but quite exciting in view of the fact that she was over my legs. I started to move my caresses of her legs toward her inner thighs. It accentuated her movements. I ran my fingers over and circled a few erogenous zones on her legs and hips ever so lightly, and waited for a change in reaction. It accentuated her movements further. She separated her legs just a bit. The unspoken order was clear... a little sexual servitude was in order.

On the next caressing pass up her inner thighs, my fingers slowly, delicately, made their way to her G-spot, and I started to gently rub her. The two fingers of my left hand inside her, my right hand lightly caressing her back, her movements against me were deliciously erotic. With my right hand I reached up to grab her hair. While in another context, by other people, this would seem a role reversal relative to our D/s dynamics, hair-pulling during manual stimulation is tremendously exciting for my Goddess, and in order to serve her best, and bring her as much pleasure as possible, it felt like the right thing to do.

Her excitement was off-the-charts... and yet she was holding off. I felt her trying to prolong and extend and build-up the pleasure as much as possible, and I changed my pacing to accommodate her. This lasted several more minutes longer than the time it normally takes me to bring my Goddess to climax. But she found a groove that she just wouldn't let go of, and all I had to do was to continue, and make sure that I wouldn't build so long that her orgasm would be spoiled. Eventually, she could not hold it off any longer, and she had a magnificently huge orgasm that lasted and lasted and lasted.

My Goddess' post-climax tremors tremors had not quite ended when she turned around, grabbed the leash attached to my collar, pulled my face close to hers, and said in a strict tone dripping with sexual hunger "I'm not done yet".

A wave of subspace washed over me... Still holding the leash, she led me into position for oral servitude. I did my best to keep up with the harsh movements of the leash. As my Goddess forced my face between her legs, and pulled up on the leash, she barked at me:

"It's probably still messy down there... deal with it!"

Another, much larger wave of subspace slammed right into me... and I dutifully went about doing what I'd been ordered to do... Again we managed to extend the climax, and amazingly, built it up to a level that was even higher, more intense.

The climax was absolutely spectacular for my Goddess, and I was just overwhelmed by her energy, her eroticism, her sexuality, her dominance, and her hot, hot words...

Build our scene - part 4 (E)

Artwork courtesy of Flat Earth Social Club

Lots of catching up to do... Integrating more comments from readers, this is what we have up to now, in the order the suggestions came in:

1. whipping/flogging until whining and begging
2. shaving of the pubic area while in restraints
3. some feminine clothing
4. hand and foot service (drawn out)
5. release for me, but without respite in my service to my Goddess
6. some isolation, at least an hour
7. oral service of a cock
8. strap-on fucking

Of course, what happens, in what order it happens, will be up to my delightfully creative Goddess. But the readers that left suggestions, Anonymous and Jason Murphee, have setup quite the scene for us. These are beautiful and powerful elements for a scene, or several scenes drawn-out over a longer period of time, that include several of our favorite activities (impact play, begging, service, being left in isolation anticipating, and strap-on), and something new we've never done.

As I sit here writing this morning, in my locked collar and leash, while my Goddess is still sleeping, my mind is racing in anticipation of when it will happen, what will happen, and how it will happen.

How far will my Goddess push the flogging? To the point of general redness? To the point of welts? To the point of bruising? Will there be some blood? If there is some blood, will I feel her tongue running over the broken skin, fulfilling her lust for tasting my blood whenever she's responsible for causing me to bleed?

How much begging will be enough for my Goddess? Will she relent the first time I break down? The third time? After I've so surrendered that I've become silent again, knowing that the begging only encourages her to go further?

The shaving in restraints scene, wherever it shows up (different logistics, and it could be a whole scene of its own), will be a new detour for both of us. My Goddess' original reaction to reading that suggestion was "I'm so doing that!", and her enthusiasm for it was as much of a turn-on for me as the idea itself. On my side, well, any thoughts of being in bondage for my Goddess is exciting. To be vulnerable and under her control is even more so. And I would expect that the lasting impact of that scene will be as powerful visual and sensory reminders of the power my Goddess has over me, and her ownership of me. I'm feeling all warm and fuzzy over it already.

The hand and foot service is a defining element of our 24/7 play. I do pretty much anything and everything my Goddess asks of me at anytime of the day or night. But non-sexual service is rarely part of a BDSM scene once my Goddess gets worked up and the expression of her dominance comes out physically. Will she use this as a tool for pacing the scene and drawing it out? Will she test my ability to serve her while I'm deep in subspace? Will she challenge me to service as part of a predicament?

An interesting challenge came up in terms of my Goddess retaining full dominant control over me after my release. I can vouch for the fact that this is a non-issue. If anything, it's effortless for me to remain in subspace, and full submissive/service mode through and after release. On the other hand, at a certain depth of subspace, it's almost impossible for me to think of my own sexual fulfillment.

What will my Goddess do while I'm left bound and in isolation? Go to the next room to write a blog entry? Finish her Christmas shopping? Call up friends or family on the phone? Watch a favorite TV show?

Which one of her "cocks" will my Goddess want me to service? I know how much my Goddess loves the power and feeling of forcing me to give her head when she wears a strap-on. Will she be pulling my hair to make sure I take it deep in my mouth? Or will she be using a leash clipped to my collar? We have two dildos/strap-ons that reach inside of her, and anything I do orally provides her with almost direct stimulation. As a side note, my Goddess and I are VERY monogamous in our D/s relationship, in our love, in our sex, and in our BDSM play. And she is extremely possessive of me [a huge and proud smile came over me as I wrote that, and I can't resist to reach to tug on the lock at the back of my collar]. So the thought of bringing someone else into the scene would crash it for the two of us. But trust me when I say that when my Goddess is in the mood to have her "cock" sucked, between her attitude, her drive, and the 8.5" strap-on with clitoral stimulation she prefers, she would make absolutely any guy proud...

And finally, my Goddess taking me with her strap-on... By now, you all know how special that is to both of us. How long will it take her to reach climax? How rough or how gentle will she be? Will one climax be enough for her? Will she feel that I got enough or will she continue on with more anal play after? How much more?

I left out the feminine clothing for now... I don't know what my Goddess will do with that. I know she's not a big fan of that when it comes to me, and has never had any interest in it. And while it doesn't really matter, neither do I. I think that part of the attraction and excitement of our D/s relation for my Goddess is that I am such a man's man, physically imposing and very dominant in RL. Capturing that essence, having me, strong of character and intimidating to many, submit to her and be under her control, provides her with an even greater level of power and satisfaction. I won't promise anything on this segment...

So here I sit, still waiting for my Goddess to give my leash its first tug of the day, calling me into service to her. After writing this entry, I am even more wired than I was this morning when I woke up early and couldn't fall back to sleep because I was in one of those needy submissive moods, missing being loved and hurt and cared for and played with by my Goddess.

Much gratitude goes to Anonymous who provided many of the components of our weekend scene, and Jason Murphee for the strap-on play, front and back.

But I hear some stirring down the hall... it may be that time...

Hungry again (E)

The art of Reggaetech Maho, courtesy of the Museum of Femdom Art

Sometimes the non-verbal is so powerful that it can totally overwhelm without any words being spoken...

I started feeling the vibes during dinner time. I had prepared dinner for my Goddess and I. The way she was looking at me, the way she was sitting, the way she moved... there was no way that there wouldn't be something happening later. In fact, not just later, right after.

Just before standing to leave our eating area, My Goddess ask me how long it would take for me to put away the food and the dishes. Clearly my answer was not satisfactory. I tried again, saying that I'd put away the leftover food, but I would take care of the dishes later. That was better.

My Goddess took her leave, and quickly, I took care of the essentials. I joined her in the bedroom as soon as I could, and as I climbed onto the bed to be close to her, she pulled me right into a kiss. She still had this hungry, devouring look about her, even more focused and intense than it had been during dinner.

I couldn't have pulled away from her even if I wanted, as she held me close by one of the D-rings on the locked leather collar. As she let me go from the intensely passionate kissing for just a moment, my Goddess opened her legs. She was not wearing anything but a bra under her long shirt, and again, without a single word being spoken, I felt, I knew what I had to do, what was expected, what she wanted. I slid down her body until my head was in line with her sacred intimate parts, and I tried my best to please her and quench her hunger.

Her climax was absolutely spectacular. As much as she enjoyed what we did on the weekend, it seemed to me that this orgasm was even longer, deeper, and louder than I had ever felt.

But like it is often the case, this was just the start of the festivities. Once more, she wanted to follow-up with me inside her, and with NT as her reins, she got me to go as fast and as slow and as deep and as long as she wanted. The energy I felt from my Goddess was nothing short of unbelievable. She wanted... she needed... she was going to take anything and everything she wanted from me. Almost like a vampire on a rampage for blood.

After several orgasms for my Goddess, we took a short break, and as we resumed, I sat on the floor with my back to the bedside. My Goddess stepped over my legs, and facing away from me, she backed up so I could provide oral service while she was sitting back. A totally incredible position, and intense sensations off the scale. Engulfed by her many fragrances, kept in position by her legs and backside, stimulated by her delectable taste, I was completely overwhelmed. As she got more excited, and closer to climax, my Goddess' tended to let go of her weight more, smothering me, and making me work harder and faster. I could feel the flow of her excitement run down the sides of my face. Moments of unintentional (or were they...) breath play drove up the eroticism and intensified the subspace. The duration of those moments sitting back lengthened, which make it more challenging for me to breathe, and more pressing for me to bring her to climax. Soon she did, again so intensely that it gave me goosebumps. She then sat on the edge of the bed and collapsed backward.

Within a few minutes, she wanted me back inside her again, and eventually, she allowed me release.

As a post scriptum, I had somewhat of a decision to make a little while later. I had had the privilege of sexually serving my Goddess in a variety of manners, including many ways orally. On an evening where my Goddess was particularly excited and off-the-charts hot, I could smell and feel her fragrance and her essence on my skin. It was sexy, erotic, dominant. To wash or not to wash? I loved it... it turned me on... I was intoxicated by it... I decided to not wash it off, and shortly thereafter, went to sleep...

Yes, my Goddess, you can have that every day... absolutely any time you want it...

Ball-gag on an early, early morning interlude (E)

Artwork courtesy of Flat

Earth Social Club

The pain from the CBT just seared through my body and brought me quickly into consciousness despite being completely in the dark. It felt like I'd just gone to sleep. But my Goddess is leaning over me, hungry, dominant, indifferent to interrupting my sleep. She wants me... my reactions to the pain she's inflicting... my service to her wants and needs...

Well warmed up by the NT and CBT that she is so adept at, I am clearly expected to bring her pleasure. Already mentally in a cross-over state of sexually excited subspace, I gasp when my Goddess mounts me, and moves herself toward the top of my torso. She continues until her lower legs pin down my biceps, her hands reach the headboard of the bed, and then she lowers herself over my face, which is slightly elevated and forced forward because of the pillow under my head.

The fragance of her intimate parts... the vulnerability of the confinement... her forceful and determined course of action... my head is spinning, drunk from bathing in her dominant desires.

I provide her sexual servitude fast and hard, uncontrollably driven by my own hunger. But it still doesn't seem to be fast enough and hard enough. She reaches down with one hand to pinch my nose shut as she forces herself down lower on me. Frantically I accelerate the pace. I feel her fall into that terminal groove. I still go faster and harder, starting to feel that I may not be able to remain without air that much longer. Explosively, she reaches climax... she lets go... I gasp... I breathe... she sits back on my chest... warm... wet... trembling... But my Goddess is not done yet.

I know I'm in trouble when my Goddess reaches for the ball-gag. She wants to keep all those little sounds I make just for her... softly muffled for no one but her to enjoy. With the new sound effects available to her, she sits back lower near my hips and begins a new round of NT. She shares with me her objective... the whimper. She wants me to give up the whimper she finds so delicious, so exciting. So she teases and torments and tortures me, pushing me deeper into subspace as she increases the intensity of the NT. She will not stop until I give it up. But it isn't very long before my Goddess gets satisfaction. She gets her whimper, which comes out of me completely out of my control. Once more, her dominant desires will get anything she wants out of me.

In the last act of the play, I am granted release, which she wanted to feel as much as I needed it. After a brief clean-up, I realize I had been sleeping for barely two hours before this interlude. I lie down in bed again, my Goddess snuggles up close, her head on my chest, and we fall deeply asleep, until the sun was up high above the horizon and made the bedroom too bright to sleep in anymore.

The start of the long weekend - part 3 (E)

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