Morning wake-up (E)

"adivira" by piote, via deviantart and lunarblack.

I felt the warmth of her body all over my back. She tugged on my wrists and held them together by the cuffs. I could feel her nails running down my shoulders and sides. She nibbled hard on the flesh of my upper back. Slowly I came out of the darkness of sleep, just to slip into the fog of subspace. My Goddess was up early, and she was hungry...

I was sleeping on my front when my Goddess woke me up with her hurting affection early this morning. It somehow felt a logical follow-up to the mood created with her request for the locking wrist cuffs last night (see previous post) after she placed the locking collar around my neck.

From her position sitting on my lower back, my Goddess pulled on my hair, scratched my skin wherever she could reached, grabbed the locked of my collar, pulled the wrist cuffs over my head, bit on my flesh, and started moving her hips in a rhythmic fashion, increasingly excited by my reactions to her control and her little sadistic hurts.

Still keeping me flat on my belly by her position, my Goddess reached under my chest with her hands, and with her long nails, she began to tease, torment, and torture my nipples. My bodily movement uncontrollably amplified, and so did my moaning. With one of the bedroom windows half open, I moved my head straight into the pillow so nobody outside would hear me.

She continued and increased the NT. My muffled moans got louder. My Goddess leaned over and whispered in my ear how hot it was to hear me make noise into the pillow for her. Her gyrations against my lower back increased as she increased the pain. The chain reaction had already begun, and it was spiraling out of control rapidly. She hurt me, I reacted, it excited her, she hurt me again, at a higher level of intensity.

Within a few minutes of this intoxicanting unraveling of the pain-pleasure spiral, my Goddess reached climax. After it passed, she laid fully over my back, leaving me feel her shuddering and her post-orgasm tremors. It was so hot, and so satisfying, to be the object of her dominance, her pain, and her pleasure.

We spent some more time lying together in bed, close, lost in each other. We would have to get up and going shortly, but we revelled in the intense moments we had just shared, and we already looked forward to the next opportunity to do it again.

Objectification, affection, and sexual servitude (E)

Artwork courtesy of Flat Earth Social Club

One of our favorite rituals on evenings when we have television shows we plan on watching is my Goddess expecting me to serve as her furniture. What often starts off as an objectification scenario often turns into much more as we enjoy the close contact that this brings us.

Typically, I will sit behind her on the bed, up against the headboard, with a pillow or two behind my back. My Goddess will sit between my legs, and recline against my chest as I put my arms around her. I will be wearing my ever-present locked leather collar, and often the leash that was attached from my domestic duties (getting her beverages, preparing dinner, cleaning up after dinner, getting her more beverages) will still be there. I may (or may not) have locked cuffs around my wrists and ankles, and/or have my wrists bound in rope.

The only time I will be allowed to change positions, or move into another position, is when she wants to take a break to smoke, in which case I assume a position sitting on the floor next to the bed to light her cigarette and hold her ashtray.

Being so close to each other is so delightfully sensual. I can't help but to caress her soft skin, run my hands through her beautiful hair, lay tender kisses on the side of her neck, and smell the wonderful fragrance of her body.

Not always, but often enough, this ritual leads to sexual servitude. My Goddess will keep re-adjusting her body against my own, feeling the erection that is almost inevitable in such close and sensual contact. A slight turn of her head, a long passionate kiss, and her desire for me to bring my hands down from around her waist to her warm, hungry private parts becomes an unstated requests. Although occasionally, she will tell me in no uncertain terms that she needs sexual right then and there.

Once the expectations are set, and the D/s and sexual energy is high, inspiration just overtakes us through whatever sexual service my Goddess is in the mood for. Manual stimulation from behind, oral service in front of her, my Goddess sitting over my face in either direction, or one of my favorite positions, with me on the floor with my head reclining against the bed and my Goddess facing away from me and sitting over my face, all flow seaminglessly and blend into each other.

Bringing my Goddess to climax (several times) is without a doubt as intensely pleasurable for me as it is for her. Beyond the sexual excitement it brings, it feels like a sacred moment of our D/s dynamics when I bring her sexual pleasure without any expectation of my own. Feeling her incredible sexual energy, her ecstasy, her climax, her post-orgasm trembling, and holding her in my arms afterward, brings me so much joy, reward and satisfaction.

Aaah... the beauty of giving and D/s service...

Forced to watch... for her pleasure (E)

Artwork courtesy of

Flat Earth Social Club

"Dancing with the Stars" started its new season this week. Now this may have been exciting for some people, and left others indifferent. But it turned out to be important to me because it was important for my Goddess. She's a big fan of the show, you see... so that meant I was going to watch it, whether I wanted to or not. My Goddess was going to make sure of that...

Well before the first night, it was made clear to me that we were going to enjoy the show together. So when the big night arrived, my Goddess tied my hands, ordered me onto the bed as she pulled me up my leash and collar, had me lean back against pillows proped up next to the headboard, and used me as her recliner. She sat between my legs, leaned her naked back against my chest, and made herself comfortable on this improvised piece of furniture.

My bound hands were placed in front of her, creating a wonderfully natural hug. The warmth and softness of her body against me, the vulnerability of my immobilization, the weight of her upper body pressing on me, the aromatic fragrance of her hair right next to my face, my erection trapped against her occasionally shifting lower back, and her dictating how we were to spend the next two hours of the evening, all made for a very sensually submissive experience for me. Shortly before the end of the show, my Goddess fell asleep on me for a while, and that made for a short bout of subspace, as my position and my desire not to wake her put me in a completely helpess predicament.

Watching the second evening's show was very similar, apart from the fact that my Goddess left my hands unbound, which allowed me to caress her skin and play with her hair. And a little past the halfway part of the show, this gentle objectification had turned her on to the point that she wanted some sexual service, which I was quite happy to provide. From my position behind her, I caressred and teased her breasts with one hand, and I reached over to her most intimate parts with the other hand, and twice brought her to climax.

Today, my Goddess was not feeling well, so we did not engage in any play, and I had quiet evening of domestic servitude, but as I tucked her to sleep after the show, my Goddess still found the energy to remind me of something that is such an important part of our D/s dynamics, and that I never tire of hearing. As I pulled away from a gentle good night kiss, she grabbed the leash, pulled me close to her, looked me into the eyes, and gently whispered "mine, mine, mine, mine, mine..."