Rituals and symbolic gestures (E)

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I always find it fascinating to observe, and reflect on, the evolution of rituals and symbolic gestures in D/s relationships. From actions that begin rather innocently and become daily or weekly protocols, to things are given a significant amount of forethought and implemented as definitive symbols of domination or submission, D/s rituals and symbolism have inevitably evolve over time.

I look back with much pride and delight on what has come to be since Goddess Selena collared me several years back. The deepening of our relationship and interactions has been reflected in the D/s rituals, protocols, and habits we have developed. These actions, gestures, behaviors, and overall D/s dynamics have also helped keep us grounded through the vagaries of everyday life, in addition to providing us very enjoyable time with each other.

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So here is a list that I would describe as a dozen of our most significant rituals and symbols of Goddess Selena’s dominance over me, and my submission to her.

1- I wear an Eternity Collar 24/7/365. Goddess Selena retains the special tools for it (which she tells me she lost), and for all practical purposes, it can only be eventually removed if/when she decides it.

2- Goddess Selena places and locks an additional collar around my neck whenever I come back home from the outside world, and it does not come off until I must leave her presence again.

3- On any morning that we have time for it, "Coffee & Clamps!" is how we start the day. I must prepare and serve Goddess Selena her coffee (and refills), and I must be wearing nipple clamps until she is done with her morning coffee. I must also be leashed so she can keep me close by while she enjoys her coffee(s) and cigarette(s). The “Coffee & Clamps!” ritual usually does not end until her third coffee of the morning, and the nipple clamps only come off then.

4- I must be on the floor at Goddess Selena’s feet, holding an ashtray, any time she wants to smoke.

5- Any time I greet my Goddess (i.e.: when she wakes up in the morning or when I return from work), I must kneel before her and kiss each of her feet in an adoring manner.

6- On any morning that there is an expectation that Goddess Selena will sleep in later than me (which is the case most of the time), I must wear have the long house leash locked to my leather or rubber collar (whichever one she locked around my neck previously) so she knows I remain in the house. She will tug on the leash when she wakes up, pulling me in to her and letting me know she is ready for our “Coffee & Clamps!” ritual.

7- At her whim, when we have time to watch some of her favorite TV shows together, she will place me in bondage and use me as furniture for the duration of the evening. Usually, I while remain in bondage through the night’s sleep.

8- When at home, I must fetch, prepare, and serve all drinks, meals, and snacks for Goddess Selena. I remain at her beck and call for anything else she may require at any time.

9- Once Goddess Selena has locked a second collar (in additional to the permanent Eternity Collar) around my neck upon my return from the outside world, she keeps the keys, and only she can unlock/remove the collar, at the time of her choosing. This means that if the weather is right, I may have to run errands outside the house for her with the locked collar hidden under appropriate clothing.

10- The location of my Smart Phone can be tracked by Goddess Selena through a provider-based GPS system at all times. She can verify and keep track of my location at any time, and if necessary, I must account for my movements to her at any time if I did not warn her beforehand.

11- I must submit to Goddess Selena’s sexual and dominant needs at any time.

12- My own sexual/submissive needs are only met at the convenience and whims of Goddess Selena. This includes not ever providing myself pleasure until/unless she tells me.

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I will be interesting to see how these rituals, protocols, and habits will change over time. This post is as much an opportunity for benchmarking and looking back in the future as it is about thinking about where we are at the present time. Perhaps in a year, there will be another post, starting off with a link to this entry, talking about what else we have added to what we do each day as part of our D/s relational dynamics.

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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...

Predicament love making (E)

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My Goddess places the leather collar around my neck. She is sitting on the bed, and I am kneeling before her. She very deliberately clicks the lock in the back of the collar. The wrist cuffs are next. Gently but firmly, she straps them around one wrist, and then the other. She reaches for the small locks, and clicks those in place. Finally, the ankle cuffs go on, and those are locked on also.

She asks for the double-ended clips. I start standing up to fetch them, but a curt "Ah!" from my Goddess stops me in my track. I get back my knees instinctively... I should have known. The carpet is very rough on my knees while I crawl over to the toy bag on all-fours, but I still return to her as quickly as possible.

My Goddess clips the wrist cuffs together in front of me, and then the ankle cuffs. I remain on my knees as she reclines against the headboard. I reach for one of her naked feet with my bound hands, and pull it toward me. I begin kissing each of her toes gently. I do it a second time before moving to the top of her foot. She tells me that she loves feeling my "little nose" as I'm covering her foot with kisses. After a dozen kisses over her foot, I come back to the toes. I kiss each one of them, and then again in the reverse order. I go back to the top of the foot for another dozen kisses. I finish with two more passes over the toes. I move on to the other foot. I do the same pattern. She remarks upon the softness of my nose again, rubbing against her skin while I inundate her foot with kisses.

I can feel my Goddess totally in the zone. I'm also in the zone, but in a zone at the opposite end of the spectrum. She moves away from the headboard and toward me. From my kneeling position, I move my head forward as her hips move close to me. She opens her legs, and puts her feet on my shoulders. I gently begin to lap at her. She lies back completely, but on her way down, she takes hold of my hair, pulling me in just a bit deeper into her. It is barely just a few minutes before she reaches a thunderous orgasm.

Upon reaching the peak of her climax, my Goddess pushes on my head slightly so that I can no longer reach her with my tongue. She crosses her legs behind my neck, forcing my head to lie against her lower abs. I can feel the power of the tremors racking her body.

As the waves of pleasure quiet down, my Goddess uncrosses her legs and lets me go. She sits upright in the bed, grabs hold of the central D-ring of the locked leather collar, and pulls me up and toward her. I try to climb onto the bed, but it is unusually high, and with my feet bound, I need to put my hands down on the bed, and a come up with a short hop.

She keeps pulling on the collar, and I am forced to adapt and change position quickly. She lies back, bringing me over her. I almost fall on top of her. I catch myself, planting my bound hands over her head. She smiles. The clipped wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs make for a very awkward position. She knows. She still wants me inside her. She reaches for my nipples... hard. Something else is very hard. She knows that too. And she wants it inside her. I slip my cuffed hands under her neck, right above her shoulders. With the slightly improved position, I gently slide inside her as she guides my penis in. She returns to teasing and hurting my nipples. The angle is still uncomfortable, and she loves it. She hurts me more. I try to find a better fit by moving my knees a bit, and crossing my feet, still clipped together. She has no patience for my maneuvering, and digs her nails into my nipples even harder. I exhale loudly and plunge into her almost fully.

I'm still in an awkward position, and my Goddess absolutely loves it. She shows no mercy, and gives me no choice. This is how she wants me to fuck her, and she increases the torment and the torture of my nipples. Clearly, I am expected to reach climax like this, and give her what she wants. That's OK because I so want to. I so have to.

I'll take from my Goddess' reactions that the position, and what I did, worked for her, although I know my predicament was a significant part of her enjoyment. On my side, despite some less than ideal positioning, it did not take much time to reach a massive orgasm (I'm almost feeling the tremors again just wrtting about it.)

I kept shaking as I bent my elbows and pressed my chest against her, with my cuffed hands still under her neck. I uncross my cuffed feet and once more try to find a comfortable position while my heart rate and breath slow down.

A few minutes later, after some cleaning up, and my Goddess enjoying my hobbled walk to the bathroom and back, both of us are spent, and ready to crash and fall asleep. She leaves the bondage gear on me. I lie on my side, facing my Goddess. Facing away from me, she snuggles, backing into me. She reaches over to pull my arms over her as we put the final touches on our spooning position. She securely grabs the D-rings of each wrist cuff, looping her thumbs through them, ensuring that I can't move very much, and we almost immediately drift off to sleep.

Chastity: what it means to us (E)

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My pleasure belongs to my Goddess. She loves being in control, and she especially enjoys being in control of when and how often I have orgasms. She loves being the only source of my sexual pleasures. My sexual satisfaction belong to her.

Several recent posts on the blogosphere, some by very respected bloggers such as Lady Grey, Mistress Milliscent (10/10/2010)Ms. Marie, saratoga (and here), Aarkey, and many more, have discussed chastity from several different perspectives. Chastity with or without chastity devices. Chastity and chastity devices as part of relationships.

Enforced chastity through the use of devices, like the CB-series of devices, or some of the beautiful pieces from Ms. Lori, are not part of our play. It doesn't make what we do any better or any worse than what other people do, it's just our way.

Chastity for me is hard. Very hard. And my Goddess knows that. I'm an everyday, or every second day kind of guy. And while BDSM scenes are extremely satisfying and fulfilling for me, and I have a need for such play on nearly as regular a basis, they are not conducive to me wanting sexual release. Heavy subspace and orgasms don't mix very well for me. I'm simply not in the same headspce. But it remains that in-between play time/sessions, my Goddess turns me on to no end, all the time, and the D/s-based nature of our relational dynamics only heightens how excited I am around her, and when I think of her. So waiting three or four days for release requires much self-discipline on my part, and if we close in on a week, I can feel myself edgy, irritable, and desperate.

Am I ever tempted to cheat? To sneak an orgasm while she's away? Yes. All. The. Time. Except, perhaps, the day after she brought me to a universe-shaking orgasm. But I don't cheat. I don't because I know how much she enjoys bringing me to climax, whether it is during sex (which is never without significant BDSM components), if she makes me have an orgasm while she watches, or if she forces me to reach climax during play. I would be devastated to have gotten an orgasm on my own earlier, and not be able to give my Goddess the satisfaction on my pleasure at the very moment she wants it. And I never really know when she'll want it, so I have to remain ready or prepared.

Chastity for us is about my devotion to her. It's about my Goddess controlling the relationship and controlling my urges and desires. It's about me being totally true to her, and fulfilling her wants, desires, and needs when and where she asks.

The hardest moment of the week to remain chaste? After sexual servitude. In the hours or days after my Goddess requires me to bring her to climax once or several times, in a variety of ways. There are few things that display as powerfully her dominance over me and my submission to her as the moment after I have sated her sexual hunger and she tells me after she's done, "Nothing for you today. You have to wait." During my time providing sexual service to my Goddess, the excitement grows in me as she becomes increasingly aroused, and seeing her reach climax almost brings me to the edge each time. But more often than not, the joy of seeing and feeling her have powerful orgasms is all I get, beyond the intense satisfaction of having quenched her desires.

While chastity devices would seem very erotic, and I can certainly see the appeal both in terms of how excited I would be to have something like that locked on me (the constriction, the restraint), and the freedom they provide (definitely removes the temptation), I doubt they will be part of our play anytime soon. The trouble and cost of finding the right fit, and hygiene issues (I am an obsessive clean-freak) outweigh in my mind what they would bring me in terms of additional pleasure. And my Goddess loves to see, and control, my struggle to remain true and devoted to her. It works for us. For now.

Could I go longer than a week or so? Surely if necessary, and if My Goddess requires it. At the same time, I expect that she would start having as hard a time I as would after a while, since my release is such an important part of her play. I think there are many similarities between Lady Grey and my Goddess in regards to this facet of our dynamics.

So there you have it... chastity... how it plays into our relational dynamics...

Her needs on a Monday morning (E)

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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).

Sexy interlude: view from the bottom (E)

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Little did I know my Goddess was planning to write about our "Sexy Interlude" from a few evenings ago. This entry will give you the opportunity to contrast the same interlude from her dominant perspective and from mine.

I thought I was just returning to the bedroom to go to sleep. But my Goddess was in matching bra and panties, lying on her stomach, watching something on her computer. And she looked stunningly sexy.

On my way to getting next to her to see what she was watching, I grabbed the locking leather collar from the dresser so that I could offer it to her, as is our nightly ritual. She took the collar, placed it around my neck, locked it, and grabbed the front D-ring to pull me closer for a kiss.

We kept on kissing passionately for a minute or two. She smelled so good... her lips were so soft... her body was so warm... and having her next to me felt so good.

Bringing our kissing to a gentle stop, my Goddess softly but firmly told me to get her a blindfold. I went into our toy bag, and brought a leather blindfold back to her quickly. She put it on me, she told me to lie back, and she positioned me exactly as she wanted.

My Goddess got up, and took a few steps away from the bed. I heard her rummage through some stuff, and shortly after I felt the cool softness of rope going around my lower legs. She looped the rope about half-a-dozen times, and bound my ankles in a column tie. I then felt some tension on my legs as she tied the ends of the rope to something heavy past the foot of the bed, likely the dresser standing against the opposing wall.

As soon as my legs were secured, I felt my Goddess move up to tie my wrists with a very soft fabric, and place my hands over my head in a firm enough manner that I knew I was not to move them until such a time she told me I could.

Finally, she sat on top of my hips, and began to rub herself against me, and gyrate, in a most suggestive manner, getting me very excited and erect. She also began teasing and hurting my nipples, and as I was reacting to her NT, she became even more turned on herself. In no time at all, she lifted her hips, grabbed my member firmly, and lowered herself on it, and on me, and resumed her movements. Bound and very limited in movements, I could only lay back and enjoy the ride as my Goddess used me as she wanted, satisfying simultaneously her sexual urges and her need to hurt me.

Her first orgasm came quickly. Her post-orgasm trembling sent a powerful shudder through my body, but that was all I was going to get for now. She moved off me for a few moments and focused more on some sadistic teasing, running her nails deeply over my chest and my sides.

Rapidly my moans and my gentle squirming got her excited again, and she mounted me a second time. The NT was more intense this time, and as I moved more forcefully against the bondage, she came to a huge climax a second time, just barely taking more time than for the first one.

My Goddess leaned and rested over me. I could feel her chest heaving against mine, her breathing heavy and quick, and her heart racing. I can't express how satisfying it is to bring pleasure to my Goddess, even in a small way.

Once she recovered somewhat, my Goddess laid on the side next to me. One hand supporting her head, her body alongside mine, she began on CBT with her left hand, and moved back and forth between the CBT and some NT for a minute of two. She explained to me that she expected me to provide myself with an orgasm for her own enjoyment. And then she released my wrists from bondage.

This was a new position for me. On my back, legs tied tight, blindfolded, I hesitated for a moment. She said in a deliciously dominant voice, "You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?"

I began to touch myself as my Goddess returned more vigorously to torturing my nipples with her left hand, one side at a time. Each 30 seconds or so she would focus her efforts on one of the nipples, and then return to the other. After a few minutes of this, she dug her nails, and twisted and tortured the left nipple, and she brought her head close to my chest to begin biting the right one. Moans became whimpers, which excite her to no end. She squeezed harder on the left, bit down harder on the right, and with a loud whimper coming from deep inside, I absolutely exploded, uncontrollably shooting cum all over my stomach and her right hip and upper thigh.

The climax felt like it would never end. I couldn't help but to continue moving my left hand up and down until the intense waves of pleasures faded completely, and my Goddess had released my nipples from her delightful torment.

Totally spent, I just laid there, catching my breath, as I felt my Goddess leaning over my side, positively radiating in satisfaction and dominance, proud of her improvised little interlude that was such powerful release for both of us.

Stream of consciousness (E)

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Just so incredibly busy... far too much time away from the One that means everything to me...

Tension building up... fed by the lack of each other's physical presence... of each other's affection... of each other's wit and humor... of opportunities for our D/s dynamics...

Finally... a day spent together... and yet, we were never alone enough... places to go, things to do, people to be with...

The late night came... finally just the two of us...

She smelled so good... felt so soft... tasted so good... sounded so hot...

She needed more... more of me... to feel... to hurt... to own...

It was all too brief... but so totally stellar-intense...

Little moments of benevolent sadism (E)

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Benevolent:
1. marked by or disposed to doing good; organized for the purpose of doing good
2. marked by or suggestive of goodwill
~ http://www.merriam-webster.com/

Sadism:
1. sexual perversion in which gratification is obtained by the infliction of physical or mental pain on others (as on a love object)...
2. delight in cruelty
~ http://www.merriam-webster.com/

A pull of my hair at the movie theater... while we wait for the feature movie to start...

My Goddess placing locked wrist and ankle cuffs on me... just to have me struggle walking around and serving her...

Her nails digging into the inside of my thigh... in the car, as I'm driving us back home from some shopping...

My Goddess pulling me in close for a deep, sealed kiss... and exhaling a full drag of her cigarette into my mouth... as we take a short break outside...

Her fingers reaching up to my nipples for a little NT... in public or not... just to make sure my attention is on her....

My Goddess keeping me in bondage... as we watch some of her favorite TV shows together...

A hard slap on my backside any time she walks by...

My Goddess sitting onto my lower back when I'm resting or sleeping on my belly... and reaching around with her hands for some NT, her weight keeping me in position...

CBT waking me up in the morning... her nails scratching, stretching, and marking the skin of my privates... just to start the day with a little hurt...

My Goddess grabbing one of the D-rings of my locked leather collar... pulling it to her sacred feminine parts... and without a word, expecting sexual servitude that will quench the hunger of the moment...

It started with a card game... (E)

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Sometimes there are hours that my Goddess and I share together that are so intense that despite my best efforts, I can't remember all of what went on. There was just too much happening and the subspace was just too deep. Of course, that's not such a bad thing. In fact it's the result of really good things. I guess I can't remember all the details because some parts were so awesome that I can't remember the less intense ones, or the transitional sections. This post is about such hours spent together...

I do remember that... it all started with a card game. Running an errand a little earlier in the evening, I came back from the store with a card game based on one of our favorite board games. My Goddess loves games... in part because of the challenge and competition, and in part because it means that I spend the game in bondage. Locked collar, locked and clipped wrist cuffs, locked and clipped ankle cuffs, my Goddess gets no end of joy having us play games while I'm tied up, and struggling with the simplest movements. She also always enjoys asking me for little things during that time, like getting her drinks or lighting her cigarettes, just to see me struggle for her. The tangible sense of control and ownership is unbelievably hot for both of us.

I do remember that... a bit after the game, my Goddess had me lie down on the bed and rolled me onto my front. She sat on my lower back, reached under my chest with her hands, and tortured my nipples with her long, sharp nails. When she does that, I do try get my upper body up on my elbows because I know she wants to have unrestricted access to the nipples. One of our favorite positions, my Goddess loves feeling my reactions as I lie vulnerable and pinned down under her, helpless to stop her. She can also do some very intense NT from this position, and play with me as long and as hard as she wants. The body-on-body contact, my gentle squirming between her legs, my moans proportional to the pain she inflicts, they are all enough to bring her to climax. There's nothing quite as hot as suffering for the sexual satisfaction of my Goddess.

I do remember that... my Goddess added the blindfold at some point, and decided she was in the mood for some caning. With the heavy violet plastic cane. She mercifully started the first dozen strokes gradually. But she rapidly got enamored of the streaks she left on my backside, and instead of calling an end to the caning when she took me to the edge of what I could take, she eased off the intensity a bit, and built up the crescendo again. Between the peaks in intensity , I felt her hands against the skin of my backside, cooling, soothing, recomforting. Then more strokes... sharp, heavy, intense. She commented on the color and the pattern. And on how they would look the day after. As much as having me in bondage was an expression of her control over me, this kind of caning is a demonstration of her power and dominance over me.

I do remember that... my Goddess was in the mood for some smoke and breath play. The symbolism and the sensuality of her control of my breathing, of her giving me her breath, or taking mine away, always fosters a sense of surrender that is particularly deep. Doing some of it while she was smoking made it all the more tangible and intense.

I do remember that... the breathplay wasn't all that my Goddess was in the mood for while she was smoking. She returned to NT for a little heat play. Teasing my nipples with varying level of heat from the tip of her burning cigarette. I could see none of it, but I felt the passes, slow and fast, close and closer. The surrender deepened as she teased me with the potentially extreme pain of burning. Of course, she had no need for the latter. The threat of it, and a few very close passes where I felt the intense heat without any contact, created all the reactions she needed for her excitement and satisfaction. Hot in so many ways...

I do remember that... my Goddess loves to gaze into my eyes when I am deep in subspace. When she is done sadistically playing with her toy, it is always a special moment when she places me in a comfortable position and slowly removes my blindfold. As my mind and my eyes begin to focus on the reality of the then and there, it's just magical to have the first thing they focus on be her beautiful and dominantly smiling face. There's such intimacy in that gaze, such a sense of belonging and ownership...

I do remember that... my Goddess didn't leave me much time for post-play recovery... She had other needs that required my attention. And as quickly as I could gather my thoughts and wits about me, the next thing I focused on was the sexual service my Goddess needed. In every way she required it...

I do remember that... I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and that I had to take very small steps because I still had all the cuffs on me, and I wanted neither to trip and fall, or make noise that could wake up my Goddess. I evenutally returned to the bed, and spent the rest of the night in bondage close to her...

Of candles and clothespins (E)

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Locked leather collar on... wrists locked and clipped in leather cuffs... same for the ankles... blindfold on... lying on my back on the bed... my Goddess leaves me for a few moments to rummage through our toys.

The rapid descent into subspace began the second my Goddess asked for the bondage gear. Each new piece she put on me, locked, and clipped brought me down another flight of stairs into the depths of subspace. And then there's the wait. The delicious anxiety and excitement of the wait. What is she in the mood for? What is she looking for? What will she come back with? What plans does she have for her pet?

My Goddess returned to my side, sat on my mid-section facing toward my legs, and began some CBT. Those nails... god I love those nails... scratching, digging, and cutting into me. I can't avoid reacting. I am slammed by the dominant vibe coming from my Goddess having fun hurting me.

She stops for an instant. And then I feel her fingers pinching a fold of skin. As she lets go, I start feeling the pressure of what can only be a clothespin. It's not all that unpleasant at the beginning, but rapidly the sensation becomes increasingly sharp. I soon forget about the first clothespin as the second is applied in the same manner. And a third. And more. I lose count...

Around the testicules, along my shaft, my Goddess has fun finding sensitive areas that induces a reaction she would enjoy. The clothespins may be creating a pretty pattern, or not, I have no idea. But I could feel her enjoyment to my vulnerablity and my reactions and the sounds I made, even without a word.being spoken on either side.

After a little while of my Goddess combining CBT and clothespin art, suddenly, she stops. No more nails, no more clothespins, no more tugging on the clothespins. Silence. Numbness. Sharpness. And then, she begins to remove the clothespins. One-by-one. And each one coming off creates a searing sensations that, despite the bondage, has my hips come off the bed. She loves it. The air is permeated with the fragrance of her dominance. Her inner sadist was out and having a great time.

After the last clothespin comes off, my Goddess gets off my mid-section, and I hear her flick a lighter. Maybe 10-15 seconds later, I fell her lean over me. No smoking happening. By the time I made the realization that she wasn't smoking, I fell the first drop of wax crash against my chest.

She had been dying to do some wax play for weeks, and the opportunity and time had not come up. Now was an opportune time. My Goddess moves the candle around, dropping wax in an area that ranged from the upper chest and shoulders down to the bottom of the rib cage. Of course, the highlight moments were the hits on, or close to, the nipples. I get shudders now just recalling the intense sensation of a direct hit on one of the nipples. And it seemed to me that the wax from that candle melted especially hot.

The impact of the heat almost makes it feel like the wax continues to sink below the skin before it cools off and solidifies. It is a sharp, deep sensation that reverberates through my body as it becomes duller in its epicenter. As with the clothepins, my mind doesn't move off the searing pain because the latter dissipates, but because there's another drop that hits a few seconds later. And another one.

Wax play is always very special in its own way. Under the skillful hands and devious mind of my Goddess, it's an activity that inevitably brings me into what I've called before the Nexus, a terribly wonderful point at which I don't know if I can take any more, but I so don't want it to stop. And she is just so adept at taking me there. She loves taking me there. I say that because I can feel how much fun she has taking me there.

Shortly after blowing out the candle, my Goddess removes my blindfold, unclips the cuffs and removes some of the larger chunks of wax that had formed. But that minute or so was enough downtime. During all this play, my Goddess had worked herself into a frenzy of sexual excitement. And she needs me to quench her hunger. So as quickly as I gather my wits about me, coming out of the fog of subspace, I switch from being a passive play toy to an active role of sexual servitude. And so the night went on...

Over the course of the next few days, I kept finding more wax on my body, despite my best efforts to catch all of it before getting into the shower the morning after. Wax play is always messy. No matter how careful you try to be, you always keep finding little bits of wax on yourself for a few days, and around your play area for a few weeks. But each time I find another little piece of wax somewhere, I can't help but to smile, and recall the sensations and the imagery of those extraordinarily intense, but fleeting, moments spent in the dominant loving care of my Goddess.

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Reminders of so many things (E)

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Markings had been on her mind for a while. And absent of our play for several weeks. I know that if it would be up to my Goddess, they would be a weekly ritual. At least.

After the ritual collaring for that evening, and the placing and locking of the leather wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, my Goddess ordered me to lay down on the bed, on my back. Quickly, the wrist cuffs were clipped together, and then the ankle cuffs. The nightly collaring always deepens my sense of submission to my Goddess, and the extra bondage gear only amplifies that feeling. I also love it when I can feel her excitement and anticipation at locking me away, rendering me helpless.

Belong to her... vulnerable... pet... excited... owned... in her control... play toy... I can feel her hunger... all hers... what's next... doesn't matter... anything she wants... do what you want, my Goddess...

Just a few thoughts running through my mind between the time she orders me to lie down, and she has me bound to her liking. She goes into the closet to retrieve a blindfold. She wants to maintain, perhaps extend, the suspense. Once the blindfold on, my Goddess reconsiders my predicament for an instant, and unclips the wrist cuffs. She reattaches each wrist cuff to a side D-ring on my locking leather collar. Movement is further restrained.

My Goddess sits on my hips, and begins to torment and torture my nipples. A familiar position, but also one of our favorites. The more she hurts me, the more I helplessly squirm under her. An occasional moan escapes. All of it excites her, empowers her, makes her hungrier for more. It doesn't take long before the dominoes fall: she increases the intensity of the pain to the point where my reactions excite her so much that she reaches climax. I know... it never ceases to amaze me that simply between her enjoyment of hurting me, her excitement, feeling me squirm, and hearing the deep moans that unintentionally escape me, she can reach orgasm. It's so fucking hot.

But the real purpose of this evening has yet to be revealed: the markings. My Goddess has been feeling particularly possessive these last few days. Time for some physical evidence. She reaches into one of our bedroom drawers for a rather elaborate set of temporary tattoos. No Sharpies tonight. She goes into the bathroom to get a a cup of water. She returns to sit on my hips again, and goes to work. Only once she started cleaning my skin did I piece together this new development. Until then, I had been too lost in deepening subspace.

Between some tweaking of my nipples and some CBT, she places one temporary tattoo on my right chest, and one on my left chest. She releases the clips binding my wrist cuffs to my collar, clips the wrist cuffs together once more, and has me turn on my front. And places a third temporary tattoo on the left side of my upper back.

The meticulous care she takes in placing them is a reflection of the attention and care she gives me in everything . The symbolism of the markings goes far beyond the simple gestures and play of putting them on. Both my Goddess and I will be seeing them for days to come, and reminded of this little scene. Reminded of the significance of the markings. Reminded of the nature of our relationship. Reminded of our love for each other.

The tattoos have been applied, and have dried. She removes the blindfold, and the first thing my sight falls upon is her beaming smile. A dominant and possessive smile of satisfaction. She takes hold of the central D-ring of my collar, pulls me in close to her face, and tells me emphatically "Mine!"

She pulls me in for a hug. I loop my bound hands around her as we are both sitting on the bed. She unclips my wrist cuffs and lays back. She pulls me over her. She must have me inside her. We make passionate and painful love. She won't have it any other way. Her nails are all over my arms, my back, my nipples. Her hand goes around my throat. She squeezes for a few moments. She returns to the nipples. We continue the exchange of energy and sensations... dominance and submission... pleasure and pain... ownership and belonging... until climax is unavoidable.

And for days after, we are reminded...

A different kind of moan (E)

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It started like most other evenings...

My Goddess came into the bedroom from a refreshing shower. I was waiting for her on my knees, next to the bed, with the locking leather collar before me, and the lock and key on the side of the bed. Our nightly ritual...

She sat on the edge of the bed, smelling fragrant and looking beautiful. I bent forward and put my head on her lap. She placed the collar around my neck, made sure the buckle was in the right position, gently hooked the small lock through the locking buckle, and the magical click marked yet another night of me wearing the definitive sign of her ownership.

She lifted my head to give me a kiss, and tell me once more how special our daily collaring ritual was for her.

And then she was in the mood for something more...

While I was still on my knees, my Goddess reached down to my nipples for some teasing and torture. I closed my eyes. She quickly increased the intensity. Involuntary sounds came from deep within me. Letting go with one hand, she grabbed the main D-ring of my collar and pulled me in for a kiss. We locked lips, not so tenderly, and she reached into my mouth with her tongue. We kept on kissing as she returned her hand so that she could torment both nipples once more.

Still locked in our kiss, she squeezed my nipples sharply with her nails. I moaned loudly, our kiss uninterrupted. I opened my eyes slightly at the surprise of the sound of my moan resonating inside her mouth. I felt a tremor go through her body. I could feel her becoming more empowered from caqpturing the sounds I was making inside her. I could feel her dominance rise. She hurt me even more, and would not let me breakaway from the kiss. She wanted to feel it again. And again. It was like she was feeding on this slightly different sensation, but she was feeding out of control.

She finally let go of my nipples, grabbed the central D-ring of my collar again with one hand, and pulled on my hair with the other. I had no choice but to follow her as she laid back on the bed, and forced my head into her sacred feminine area. The eroticism and dominance of her own actions totally overwhelmed her, and I spent an undetermined amount of time, that I could not even take a guess at, sexual servicing my Goddess, who had become completely insatiable.

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.

Lost into her: part 3 - other stuff (E)

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After the caning... but was it before the hogtie or after? I don't know any more. I don't think I knew by the time I came out of subspace late the morning after. And I have no idea in what order the following happened. Just snippets, flash-images, and partial memories....

Lying on my back in the king-sized bed, blindfolded, hands bound over my head, ankles bound at the other end, my Goddess is sitting on my hips. She is artfully torturing my nipples with her nails, squeezing... pinching... pulling... twisting... As the pain increases, so do my reactions. Soft moans... deep exhales... gentle squirming. The sounds excite her. The movements turn her on. She grinds against me, teasing me since I'm not inside her. The more she hurts me, the more I struggle against the bondage and against her weight, and the more excited she gets and the more she grinds against me. After a few short minutes, the spiral is inescapable. She's reached terminal velocity, and the hot hurt-moan-squirm-grind cycle continues until she is literally hit by a huge climax. I feel her shaking for a minute or two as she lies onto my chest, post-orgasm.

Laid out on my back on the bed, blindfolded, my hands and feet bound at opposite ends, my Goddess takes a break. She comes back to me and blows the first drag of her cigarette into my face. A shiver goes down my spine. She sits next to me, and teases me with her smoke. Some face-blowing... later a forced inhale... later still exhaling into my mouth as she kissed me. Each one leaves me trembling. As much from the fetish action as from her dominance, and my vulnerability to her whims. She moves lower down, still at my side, and I feel her stretch and keep in place the nipple on my right side. Within seconds, I feel intense heat close to it. I don't know how close... And then it gets even hotter. But I stay still, and exhale deeply as the heat gets continually more intense. Her hand has moved off my chest, but I still feel the searing heat around my nipple. I drop down a few more notches in subspace. I am so her toy... for whatever she wants. She repeats on the left side...

I hear the clothespins fall out of the bag. Same position... blindfolded, hands bound at one end of the bed, and ankles bound at the other end of the bed. But it seems to me this was in a different orientation. My Goddess applies the first few clothepins around my testicles and along the shaft of the penis. She loves making pretty patterns with them. She also likes squeezing them, shaking them, and pulling gently on them. But she enjoys even more removing them. Once she applied a dozen or so (one doesn't count very well while in subspace, so I have really no idea), and teased me for a few minutes, my Goddess starts removing them in the order she put them on. I can feel her satisfaction and excitement as she hears the deep exhale, and the occasional upward hip movement at each one of the clothespins taken off. The sharpness of the pain, and the almost searing sensation of a clothespin removed is sweet agony, and almost gets a girlish giggle out of her. A dozen times...

Bound as I am, I can't escape my Goddess. And she is desperately horny. She climbs onto me, and sits on my face. I am plunged into the ambrosia of her most private areas. I feverishly move my tongue to bring her the pleasure I can feel she wants so badly. I also time my breaths as she smothers me for 5 to 10 seconds at a time when she lets her full weight down on my face. She gets closer to climax. The intervals get longer. I can feel her grinding down on me more forcefully. My tongue is working harder and faster. She goes a little higher, and she lets me catch a few breaths, but I can't interrupt what I'm doing. My Goddess pinches my nostrils and sits back down on my face. I lick at her furiously. Her climax is so big she literally falls off me. She recovers by my side. When the trembling subsides, she pulls on the leash attached to the locked leather collar. She forces me to turn onto my belly. She changes her angle to me slightly, and then pulls on the leash some more. My head is way up in-between my legs. She moves down a little closer. She is not done yet. She's not sated. A few minutes later, my Goddess has had another 2 orgasms.

After everything that happened, after some winding down, after the blindfold had been removed (but not the clipped wrist cuffs or clipped ankle cuffs, and certainly not the locked collar), we finished with me kissing her feet. And licking her toes. It was a wonderful end to a spectacular evening. Gentle, intimate, tender, caring, there is something so relaxing to both of us in foot worship. Once that ended after perhaps 10 minutes, we lay down to go to sleep, sometime around 3 AM, my Goddess leaving me in bondage. As tired as we were, we still couldn't fall asleep. She felt so good next to me, and she thought/felt the same. So she unclipped my wrist cuffs (but not the ankle cuffs... challenge!) and we made love. She had another 2 orgasms, and she allowed me release.

And then, finally, after some light cleaning up, my Goddess clipped my wrist cuffs together again, and we fell asleep. Deeply. And very close to each other.

We'll have to remember this hotel...

I just love it when in the morning... (E)

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From a deep, deep sleep, I’m brought into that a semblance of consciousness by the pain of her nails going down my penis.

Alternating between NT and CBT, she is scratching, squeezing, clawing, pinching, twisting, and just generally hurting me out of the fog of unconsciousness. As my Goddess is getting increasingly turned-on by my moans, gasps, exhales, and reactions, she pulls on my hair, snaps my head back, and takes a kiss from me. And then nibbles on one of my ears… hard.

She’s moving with intent, with determination. My Goddess wants… needs… me to provide her with sexual servitude and satisfaction. She positions herself next to me, takes one of my hands, and places it exactly where she wants it. Not a word has been said yet since she woke me up, and yet, I know clearly what I have to do. My mind is still not quite awake yet, but my cock certainly is, rock-hard and bobbing, as I serve the will and desires of the strong, dominant woman I love.

My Goddess reaches one orgasm, then a second, before she grabs my hair and pushes my face between her legs. The rest of my body follows, positioning itself so that I can get the best angle to pleasure my Goddess. I can’t see her face, but I can just imagine her expression by the way she’s exhaling, by the way she’s holding on to my hair, by the way she’s moving. Turned on more than ever by the vibes I’m getting from my Goddess, I work gradually harder and faster, particularly enjoying the delightful nectar of her previous orgasms.

Yet another orgasm runs through my Goddess’ body. I feel her shaking has she still has a hold of my hair, this time to keep my tongue from getting anywhere close to her. But the trembling stops after a minute or two, and she needs more. She takes a hold of my nipples, and pulls me over her. The sexual servitude is not yet over, nor is the end of my hurt. In this position, instead of holding on to my hair, my Goddess controls the pace and intensity through torturing my nipples.

She was just insatiable on this morning, and by the time it finished, we had lost count of the number of her orgasms, I was in subspace and yet incredibly turned on (not a usual combination for me), and my Goddess, feeling generous on this particular morning, allowed be release.

I just love a woman who wakes up and knows what she wants in the morning…

Hot, hot words... (E)

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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...

Caning before the movies (E)

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It started as a quiet evening... I know, I know... famous last words. But after a nice day out with my Goddess, we returned home, my collar was placed around my neck and locked, I serve my Goddess with a variety of little requests, I prepared dinner, we ate, and then we prepared to spend some time together watching a movie on television.

As I came back to the bedroom to get comfortable with my Goddess to watch the movie, I found her standing at the door holding the rigid violet cane, swinging it in her hand. She had the most deliciously dominant smile on her face. It made my heart melt, my knees weak, and a deep feeling of submissive anticipation washed over me. I dropped to my knees, took her hands, and passionately started kissing them.

My Goddess enjoyed my submissive affection for 2 or 3 minutes, and then grabbed my hair and pulled hard on it, snapping my head back. She gave me a passionate kiss and then ordered me on the bed on all-fours. While I am always in submissive and service mode when we are in the house together, in a matter of just a few minutes, I dropped into subspace and into a mood of total surrender.

I took up my position as ordered, and my Goddess started gently caning my backside. After a dozen taps or so, she increased the pace and the intensity of the strokes, moving them around both sides. Within a few minutes, my Goddess had me deep into subspace as I tried to relax as much as possible, diving into the mental surrender to help me deal with the sensations of the caning.

I broke into a light sweat, a sign that the caning was definitely making an impact, no pun intented, on me. At one point my Goddess grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, almost making me lose contact between my hands and the bed. She told me to look into the mirror that was facing us on the wall opposite the bed. A huge wave of her dominance came crashing onto me as she forced me to look at myself in this predicament. The vision of my Goddess with the violet cane in one hand, and pulling on my hair in the other, visually demonstrating her control, her dominance, her power over me, was overwhelming. An image and feelings that will be etched in my mind forever...

My Goddess let go of my hair, and told me to start counting the strokes. 20 was today's objective, and I knew these were going to be harder than what I had received earlier. Some were hard, on some she eased up a bit, but the trend was definitely one of increasing intensity. By the eleventh one, I had trouble staying steady in position, despite the deep moans and exhales, which I know excited her tremendously, and trying to relax in my surrender. At the fifteenth, my Goddess once more grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, and took the opportunity to nibble hard on my ear, whisper close to me how hot this was for her, and kiss my neck delicately a few times.

The final four strokes were, as expected, the climax of the 20, and I had a hard time staying on all-fours for any of them. I was still recovering, in position, from the trembling resulting from the twentieth stroke of the cane when my Goddess told me it was time for me to be her furniture for the movie, which was about to start. I took up my position on the bed, sitting against the pillows up next to the headboard, and my Goddess came over to sit between my legs, and lay back against my chest.

My backside was warm, itchy in some places, and pretty sensitive over all. While my Goddess made herself comfortable against me, and the feel of her skin was sublimely sensual, my mind was still drifting into the caning session as I felt its result under the weight of sitting.

The evening was beautiful, sensual, and sexy. Lost in subspace, I caressed her skin, played with her hair, and kissed her neck and shoulders. About half-an-hour into the movie, my Goddess wanted to have a massage, and I happily provided her with a long, relaxing, and sensual massage on her back, neck, shoulders, and upper backside.

Not long after that, maybe a bit past midway through the movie, my Goddess required some sexual service, and I brought her to climax twice. There would be no release for me on this evening, but deep in subspace, and still sated from the release on the previous evening, it wasn't foremost on my mind.

Before the movie ended, my Goddess had fallen asleep on me. She had turned her body about a quarter to her side, and her head was resting on my arm that went across her upper chest. Just sheer, absolute sensual bliss. There was also a sense of bondage and confinement as I didn't want to move to disturb or wake her up. It was a delightfully beautiful predicament.

Eventually, she woke up about 45 minutes later on her own to go to the bathroom, and with her permission, I took the opportunity to prepare myself for bed. I returned five minutes later, and we had a wonderfully close and cuddly sleep. By the time we woke up together this morning, it felt like we never got apart at any time.

Within a few minutes of being up this morning, flashbacks from last night were racing through my mind, putting me in a deeply submissive mood. After starting our morning rituals, including serving my Goddess her morning coffee in bed, and lighting her cigarette and sitting on the floor holding her ashtray, the residual sensitivity of my backside just augmented that submissive mood, and brought back a bit of subspace.

We spent our morning close to each other, including spending some very hot time looking at permanent collars for me. On the inside, though, throughout the course of the morning, I was hungry for my Goddess to get back to hurting me. Actually, more than hungry... close to out of control... on the verge of begging her to pull out the cane again... begging for us to do that before every movie... But I behaved, and let the flow of this morning's D/senergy take its course.

Right now, I am writing this blog entry in bed, next to my Goddess who is taking a nap. I have my locked collar on, the house leash is attached to it, and my backside is still reminding me of last night's play. But my Goddess wanted me to stay close to her while she napped, so here I am, in gentle captivity next to her, re-telling another wonderful episode of our incredible D/s relationship.