When the time for reward is now... (E)

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Still wearing bondage gear from last night's activities, I'm trapped in bed next to my Goddess while she's still sleeping. But I can't sleep anymore... still totally turned on by what my Goddess did... still in a subspace/worship state of mind.

And the subspacey feeling created by the present predicament is simply sublime. I have no choice but to remain next to my Goddess until she wakes up, and I'll be there for her right then. On a more physical side, there's the sensation of the locked leather cuffs around my limbs and neck... heavy... a bit sticky to the skin. There is a continual light ringing sound as the lock for each cuff is always moving, always swinging. My Goddess reminds me often of how much she loves that sound. The sound of her pet in bondage? Or is it the sound of possession? Or control?

So how did I get into this predicament, you may ask...

I could feel my Goddess' need for domination over-flowing over the course of the day. Last night as we retired, she promptly started going through our toys, and she retrieved some locking leather cuffs. In a matter of a minute, I was laying on the bed bound and blindfolded, and my Goddess was sitting on my stomach, enjoying the sounds and movements I made as she played hard with my nipples.

As she intensified the NT, and started some CBT, she found me a little too noisy, and pulled out the ball-gag. Sometimes she tells me she likes to keep those sounds just for her...

My Goddess ordered me on all-fours on the bed, and gave my backside a few slaps before pulling out a small, stingy, latex flogger. As she worked over different areas of my butt and back with it, I felt the sharp strikes leave redness and warmth wherever they came down. An occasional second pass over still warm skin made for a deeper, more lasting sensation.

Bringing the flogging to an end, my Goddess grabbed our hot pink Sharpie, and marked my right butt cheek, with what I found out later was "Selena" in cursive letters (2" X 5").

She removed the ball-gag, and then, after a short pause, I felt a finger come inside me, preparing me for what was to follow. I was suspicious that my Goddess had been dying to get to the strap-on for a while now, and now was the time. After some very erotic application of lube, I felt the tip of my Goddess' strap-on against me. Gently but insistently it pressed against me, and it wasn't long before I had relaxed, surrendered and given way to the desires of my Goddess.

She was standing next to the bed, and I was on elbows and knees on the bed, with my feet over the side of the bed and quite spread apart. My Goddess took her time, and slowly made her way in... all the way in. Enjoying the sensations and the power, she changed movements and rhythms in a deliberate, determined way. This was slower paced than usual, but it was just so sensual, so hot, and.totally in control Then came the magical point when, in what is always one of the hottest moments of my Goddess taking me, she grabbed my hips with her hands, and began pulling them in as her hips were pushing against me. It didn't take much time after that for her to reach a thunderous climax.

I still don't have the words to describe the intense "joy-serve-toy-sensations-belonging-object-submission-pet-subspace-property-excitement" I feel when my Goddess takes me like that, but I just never get over it. It stays as magical as it's ever been.

And just to make sure I don't forget those feelings, my Goddess pulled out the hot pink Sharpie again, and inside my left thigh, she wrote "Property of Selena"...

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

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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.