A vision of dominance and love (E)

Image courtesy of models Shakti & Leo

She is sitting on the sofa, comfortably wedged in the corner of it, on the right side, wearing a loosely fitting pink bath robe. I am sitting at her feet, on the floor, cross-legged, just a bit to her left. Our morning ritual is not yet done.

In addition to my ever-present Eternity Collar, I am wearing nothing but my locking leather collar, a pair of clover clamps on my nipples, a shiny metal and leather dog leash, and underwear.

My Goddess removes the foot that was resting on the inside of my right thigh, places it on the floor, and crosses her legs. She pulls on the leash attached to the main D-ring of the locked leather collar a little tighter, pulling me in closer to her. She rests her right hand holding the leash on top of her knee. Her wrist is through the leather handle, and she has a turn or two of the chain around her hand to keep a gentle but firm tension on the leash.

She moves very slightly away from the corner of the sofa as she crosses her legs, bringing herself a little closer to me. That must be when she took up the slack, and more, in the leash's chain. And forced me to move my upper body up against the leg that is resting on the floor. Her other leg is coming across in front of me just a bit.

I turn slightly toward her, and I see the vision of my Goddess sitting above me in such a sublimely dominant manner. I notice her beautiful hand laying on her knee just next to my face, holding the leash, and I gently kiss her hand with all the adoration I can muster.

In one of those moments frozen in time, I feel my mind's eye pulling away from where I am, and visualizing the scene from the other end of the room. I so wish the moment would be captured in a picture or a drawing.

The mood of the morning ritual... the warmth of the interaction... the glow of the splendor of my Goddess' dominance... the energy my submissive reverence was feeding her... If ever I was to commission a portrait or drawing from someone like Sardax, or one of the other great femdom artists, as a gift to my beloved Goddess, this is one of the scenes I would want to have immortalized.

NEXT: a response to Lady Grey's comment on human furniture from the last post...

Can't make out the artist on the latter artwork, but it seems I first saw this image on the cover of a Centurian magazine back in the very early 80s. I'm pretty sure the mark on the lower right isn't original.

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!

New "moments of indescribable hotness" (E)

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One of the truly extraordinary things about a growing and deepening relationship is that there are always new things, new moments, new actions, and new gestures that come up to simultaneously cement the relationship, and bring it to new heights.

Back a few months ago, my Goddess and I had a set of three posts listing "moments of indescribable hotness", and a few more of those moments have come up in the past weeks that have marked me, so as I still obsess over them, I thought it would be a good time to add to the list. In no particular order...

1- My Goddess has gotten into the habit of occasionally playing with the padlock that keeps my leather collar locked around my neck. Feeling her play with it, feeling a small tug, hearing the sound that it makes, reminds me of the powerful symbolism behind me wearing it at all times when we are together in private. My submission and subservience and belonging to her... her ownership of me... that as long as she wants me to wear the collar, locked, she never wants to let me go... and I offer it to her each day because I never want to leave her.

2- My Goddess' handling of the lock has also been playing a role in our play. She has been using it as an element of control as she reaches for it during my sexual servitude to her. Grabbing the lock behind my collar and pulling on it, it serves as reins for whatever we are doing, and it also introduces an element of light breath play when my Goddess is more forceful. Both uses are very powerful in controlling the pace, intensity, and timing of my sexual servitude to her, and in the control of my release, when she deems it is time for it.

3- Going shopping with my Goddess. A few weeks ago, we went shopping together because my Goddess needed a few new pieces for work. It was a wonderful opportunity to serve, in a subtle manner, in a public setting. Waiting on her... carrying her bags... providing feedback when asked... running out to get items in different sizes... waiting obediently for her to come out to display outfits for feedback... The ultimate moment came when one of the sales associates, a young, pretty woman, discreetly commented to my Goddess upon my pleasant, patient, and helpful behavior, and my Goddess shared those comments with me with an obvious sense of pride and satisfaction.

4- Going shopping with my Goddess (2). During that same shopping trip, in the same store the sales associate made the comment to my Goddess, at one point the sale associate brought my Goddess a stunning pair of high-heel shoes. I hadn't noticed her bringing in the shoes with all the going back-and-forth, but I was floored when my Goddess came out of the dressing room wearing them, along with some stunning black slacks and a beautiful shirt and sweater combo. See my Goddess walk around in them stirred up a myriad of emotions, flashbacks, and images, and it was all I could do to not throw myself at her in full submission mode in public. We ended up buying several pieces of clothing... and the shoes.

5- Our morning ritual has grown over time to include me gently kissing my Goddess' feet for a few minutes before she gets out of bed. This tender moment of sensual adoration and worship becomes overwhelmingly exciting when I hear the gentle moans she makes as I kiss each one of her toes and the top of her feet several times, with my head under the blankets.

6- Last night, after some particularly intense sexual servitude, my Goddess had had her hunger quenched for the moment, and as she was recovering from slowly from several climaxes, she suddenly had the urge to have a cigarette. With a smile, but with an unusually stern tone, she looked at me and said: "On the floor! Now! Crawl over to the other side!", where I usually light her cigarettes and hold the ashtray for her. OMG... as much as sexual servitude will bring me deep into subspace, I think I must have dropped another dozen notches when she barked those orders at me.

7- Absolutely any time my Goddess tells me I'm going to spend the night in bondage... and then does it. How can I describe the feeling of being bound next my Goddess, totally in her control, totally vulnerable, because she wants me there without fail? Both the announcement, and the anticipation it creates, the actual action of being placed in bondage (an especially enthralling image is when she straddles my chest to tie my hands to the headboard of the bed), and then falling asleep in bondage with my Goddess laying partly over me, are just mind-blowing.

Well... that's it for now. There are more, of course, and the previous "moments of indescribable hotness" are as hot as ever, if not hotter, but I wanted to share a few of those new moments that have come into our lives.

And yet a few more moments of indescribable hotness (E)

Image by Alazar, courtesy of the Museum of Femdom Art

As promised a few days ago, here are more moments of indescribable hotness, these ones in no particular.

1- Any time my Goddess smokes. I know... I know... very un-PC, and very wrong health-wise, but I have a serious "beautiful woman smoking" fetish, and she overwhelmingly fulfills the stereotypical vision. And it becomes absolutely mind-blowing when my Goddess brings it into our BDSM play.

2- Any time my Goddess happens to be in the mood for nipple play/torture.

3- Any time smothering happens, especially when it brings my Goddess to climax, with or without stimulation from me.

4- Any time my Goddess lies on me and I feel her entire body weight (which isn't very much, but I digress), either while I'm in bondage, which makes me feel more vulnerable (e.g.: while in a hogtie), or when she wants to pin me down so that I can't squirm quite as much while she does painful things to me.

5- Any time I collapse because I can't take any more hits from my Goddess paddling me.

6- Any time I hear my Goddess gasp, breath differently, or otherwise react to my reactions.

7- Any time we are watching a movie or television, and my Goddess was in the mood to have me in bondage next to her.

8- Any time my Goddess is inspired to throw in some breath play in what she's doing... just because...

9- When we come home in the evening, I haven't changed quite quickly enough, and my Goddess sternly asks me "why aren't you naked yet...".

10- Bathing my Goddess under candlelight.

And there are still so many more... but I'll give it a rest now before you all get bored...

More moments of indescribable hotness (E)

Image courtesy of Severin through the Museum of Femdom Art.

I'm so delighted, and flattered, that my Goddess was taken with my expression "moments of indescribable hotness", and that it inspired such a wonderful entry from her. I must have re-read her entry a dozen times, and each time it brought about a different set of flashbacks to some of our experiences.

In terms of picking out and identifying these "moments of indescribable hotness", for lack of a better expression, I think the ultimate hotness in these moments isn't just what one side feels, but a moment when there is either a transference of energy, or a moment when the energy suddenly spikes in both individuals.

From the submissive POV, I think it's more difficult to appreciate and analyze the dominant's actual reactions, since I may not be looking at her, or my mind may be in an alternate state, creating fewer opportunities for observation. I have to go strictly with the vibe, or the flow of energy. So this list is a bit different in nature than that of my Goddess' dominant POV. Here is my top ten list of "moments of indescribable hotness", and I did try to put these in order.

10- When my Goddess places my collar around my neck as I'm kneeling before her, and I feel the glee and satisfaction of her ownership of me as she clicks the lock shut.

9- While I'm on the verge of being overwhelmed by intense pain, my Goddess' voice, totally dominant and teasing, saying "aaaw... what's wrong, baby?"

8- The smile on my Goddess' face as she clips my very long house leash (50') to my collar so that she can pull me back to her whenever she wants, for whatever she wants.

7- When my Goddess has me locked away in our little makeshift dungeon, in bondage in a vulnerable and slightly uncomfortable position, and she reaches over to caress my face, gives me a kiss, and tells me "don't go anywhere... I'll be back", and then she leaves me, and I don't know when she'll be back.

6- When my Goddess has me in a vulnerable or helpless position, she's pushing me to the edge, and then she grabs my hair and snaps by head back, arching my back and getting a deep exhale or whimper out of me. My Goddess reaching for my throat with one hand instead of pulling on my hair under similar predicaments, and slightly restricting my breathing for a few seconds, is a close second.

5- How close my Goddess holds me, and lays on me, and covers me during a night's sleep or a nap in which she has me completely in bondage.

4- While I'm right at the edge of what I can take from my Goddess, she come in close to me to tease me and challenge me and asks "...want me to stop?"

3- My Goddess' eyes reaching deeply into mine while she pulls me close to her by my collar and says "I...want...sexual...service".

2- When my Goddess is so turned by my reactions to her hurting me that she climaxes without any stimulation from my part.

1- Hearing and feeling my Goddess reach climax while taking me with her strap-on, her nails digging into my hips, pulling them in rythm with her thrusts into me... faster... harder...

Gosh... there are just so many more... Perhaps tomorrow's entry...