The secret is... enthusiasm (E)

A Little Light Bondage by Sorceress2000, via Lunar Black

Enthusiasm expresses wants and needs, and wants and needs impose will. Enthusiasm is the collection of many little daily gestures and words that expresses my Goddess' dominance, and her enjoyment of our D/s relational dynamics. And the fun she has playing with her toy... me.

Enthusiasm is my Goddess...

...giving me a harsh look and barking "Where's your collar, Bitch!" if I take any undue time to offer her the locking collar upon my arrival home each day. It happens very seldom... but when it does...

...pointing at her feet, where she wants me to sit, when she is ready to smoke and wants me to hold the ashtray for her;

...telling me what she wants or what she needs, and it is absolutely clear in the tone of her voice, that she is expecting, without a shadow of a doubt, that I will do it for her or get it for her;

...taking hold of my hair or my collar, pulling me in close to her, exhaling her cigarette smoke in my mouth;

...suddenly grabbing me by the hair while I'm sitting at her feet on the floor, and walking me over to the other end of the living room, leaving me on all fours, and serving up 24 strokes with the paddle, followed by 24 strokes with the cane;

...deciding that I will serve as furniture, and putting her legs up on my shoulders when I am at her feet on the floor, or telling me I must sleep at a 90 degree angle to her so that she can lay her legs up over my torso to sleep more comfortably, or ordering me to sit behind her so she can recline against me while we watch TV;

...bursting out "I really want to hurt you!" during lovemaking, and she brings me to a thunderous orgasm as I simultaneously whimper from the nipple torture;

...finalizing plans to bring me out to have a tattoo identifying me as her property;

...telling me "You're getting tied up tonight!" and after binding my wrists to the headboard of the bed, leaving me bound until the time the morning alarm goes off;

...sitting on my stomach while I am bound, and marking my chest with dominantly possessive drawings and notes with different colored Sharpies, which will remain visible for 3-5 days.

Enthusiasm is... the secret to the magic of D/s. At least for us it is.

Iconic picture of Prodomme Mistress Juliet Taylor (who seems to have retired), found on Women with Whips

In captivity... highlights of game night (E)

"Male Slave Bound Helpless" by Andrey Samacerv via Femdom Artists

Putting down images and emotions that she etched in my mind before the fog of subspace and the passage of time blur the specific details...

Captured... collared... wrists bound and ankles bound... blinfolded on and off... I couldn't keep up with her challenges... I couldn't bring down the number of strokes... the penguins just wouldn't stay on the iceberg... 7 strokes here... 19 strokes there... I lost track of the other numbers... she demanded I be on all-fours... sat on my back... sometimes the paddle... sometimes the cane...

My Goddess ordered me to lay down on my back on the sofa.... I struggled to get on... my breathing became more laborious as time passed while she sat on my mid-section for the duration... I was just another layer of the sofa under her... she lit a cigarette... put the ashtray on my chest... teased me with her smoke... teased my nipples with the burning tip... ordered me to open my mouth... tasted her ashes... I was her furniture and ashtray for the time it took her to smoke...

She walked away from the sofa for a minute... came back and began her to draw messages and symbols of her love for me, her dominance over me... from the top of my chest to my privates... I would remain marked and identified as her property for days to come...

The aftercare was tender... warm... close... so incredibly close to her... belonged to her... she cherished her possession, her property, her pet, her toy... so incredibly close...

Artwork courtesy of Shohei Yamashiro from Slug on Leather via Lunar Black

Pushing our morning ritual (E)

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Part 2: Impact testing (E)

Artwork courtesy of Sardax based on a portrait of Madame Ingrid

After finishing smoking, my Goddess unclipped the leather wrist cuffs from the top of the headboard of the bed, and untied my leather ankle cuffs from the footboard of the bed. She ordered me to get on all fours, on the bed, and while I still had my hands and feet bound, and remained blindfolded, I felt her get off the bed, and walk toward the foot of the bed.

Drifting heavily in subspace from the wax play, I stood on the bed, on knees and elbows, my mind clear, awash in the dominant mood of my Goddess, when I felt the first strokes of the crop on my backside. Sharp, loud strokes landed cleanly as she took us into the next part of our scene.

I was so lost into the moment that I had no idea what the stroke count was. At least half-a-dozen, maybe a dozen, until my Goddess switched out to the purple cane. Within a few strokes with the latter, I broke into a very light sweat, the usual sign that the pain from caning or paddling is taking me into another level of pain/pleasure and mindspace. My Goddess teasingly cooed that she is so terrible with the whole warm-up thing... she just doesn't have patience for it...

Another few strokes of the hard cane came down before my Goddess switched out once more, this time to the traditional springy cane. While not as heavy a feeling as the hard cane, the blows from this one were sharper, had a little more sting. She continued to enjoy my reactions of a little squirming, loud exhales, and trying to relax between the blows. I so wanted to take what she was dishing out because of the vibes of sadistic and dominant enjoyment I was feeling from her. I wanted to make her happy, I wanted to be her toy to do with as she pleased, I wanted to be there for anything that she wanted me to do. I didn't want her to stop... ever...

My mental submissive frenzy met reality sooner than later when one of her strokes just overwhelmed me and dropped me to my side. The impact shook my body, but I tried to get back to my position as quickly as I could. During that time, my Goddess reached over to grab the larger hard paddle, and started up on my backside with that one, a bit more gently at the beginning, as if to find her aim. And then she dropped me again.

Was that glee I was feeling coming from her? Was that giggling I was hearing? Laughing? I couldn't tell. And yet, the sadistic mood was impossible to miss, the energy impossible to ignore. I was lost in her dominance, lost in her power, vulnerable to anything she wanted, and I would do anything to give my Goddess everything she wanted.

I didn't really realize it at the time, but my Goddess continued switching back-and-forth between the two kinds of canes and the hard paddle... just a few strokes of each... continually increasing the intensity bit by bit. And then, she asked me to help her out with some comparison testing. I had to tell her which ones of the strokes hurt more...

First, she came down with a hard stroke from the hard violet cane. Once more the impact had me roll out of position, the shock running throughout my body. Even if I would not have been able to get back up, I had to... I couldn't let my Goddess down in the middle of her test. Next came a hard stroke with the regular cane. Again, I failed to maintain my position. The pain was radiating through my body from the spot where it had landed. Again I got up into position on my elbows and knees. Finally, a huge blow from the hard paddle landed... it shook my entire body to the core... it took me a few seconds to even realize I was laying on my side.

I didn't have to say anything... My Goddess had her answer. I wasn't even capable of getting back up immediately, and before the waves coursing through my body started to dissipate sufficiently for me to attempt getting back into position, my Goddess laid a hand on my hip to keep me down. Her appetite was sated... for now...

She came down next to me, gently caressing her pet in appreciation of the moments of pleasure I had provided her. After a few minutes of close and warm contact, as the fog of subspace slowly began to lift, my Goddess unclipped my wrist cuffs and my ankle cuffs, and made sure I was on my way to recovery. Another minute or two later, she removed my blindfold, and the incredible sights of her shining eyes and her wickedly beautiful smile fell upon me, and I moved in closer for her to hold me tighter.

My Goddess left the locked wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, along my the locked collar, of course, on me throughout the course of the evening, through my usual domestic service (dinner, dishes, laundry, relaxation) and overnight, until I needed to get ready for work in the morning.

Total dominance, total ownership, total submission, total belonging... Within our intensely passionate love for each other. The most incredible feelings I could imagine...

Special moments on another stop-over (E)

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Lazy days of summer (E)

Picture courtesy of http://malesubmissionart.com/

I was woken up by my Goddess' nails yesterday morning as she was running them over my chest and nipples, occasionally focusing on the latter with some scratching, pinching, pulling, twisting, and biting. Every once in a while, she would run her nails all the way down my torso to my privates, again stopping for a few moments to focus on some localized CBT torment that included drawing deep grooves along the sides of my penis, and some scratching, pinching, pulling, squeezing, and twisting of the C & B (evidently, techniques useful in more than one area...). In a few instances, she found some soft areas where she would just dig her nails in and continue the pressure until I had to squirm or shift because of the intensity of the delightfully intense pain she was inflicting.

My availability to my Goddess was complete on this beautiful day with few things on the agenda, and this wake up call was a sign of things to come...

After a wonderful breakfast at one of our favorite watering holes, we drove to a few places to do some shopping for a variety of household items. A few hours later, tired from our shopping, hours of walking, and unwinding from the stress of the week, we returned home with one thing in mind... a mid-afternoon nap.

But napping is rarely a simple activity in this household. This particular one included my usual locked collar and locked leather handcuffs, blindfold, and spreader bar. My Goddess was intent on me being right by her when we fell asleep, during the nap, and when she woke up. So within just a few minutes, I was bound on the bed with my feet roughly 30 inches apart, collared, blindfolded, and with my hands tied to the top of the headboard of the bed.

As a I continued to slip into subspace, she layed her head on my chest below where my right arm was extended to the top of the headboard, and she had her left thigh coming across my waist. In the growing fog of my mind, reeling from the present scene, and relaxing into surrender and the intoxication of her control, I felt her fall asleep just a few seconds before I drifted into sleep myself.

I awoke a bit later, and fell in and out of sleep several times over an impossible to tell period of time. During my moments of consciousness, I felt drunk in subspace and captured by her dominance, exquisitely fulfilling moments of belonging, submission, and surrender. Then my right shoulder started aching...

What probably constituted the second half of the nap was punctuated by fewer moments of sleep, and for the most part I was awake lying next to my Goddess, awaiting for her to wake up, but for many reasons, also not wanting her to wake up rght then. I had mixed feelings about the combination of the peace brought on by my predicament, the eroticism of the slight but growing discomfort of my right shoulder, and the uncertainty of how long I would remain in this positon as my Goddess enjoyed her blissful sleep.

Eventually my Goddess woke up, and after some gentle teasing, she released me from my bondage. Her post-sleep voice was deep and sexy, her touch sensual yet strong, and the hug and kiss we shared just a wonderful close to some delightful hours intimately shared.

After dinner, my Goddess pulled up some linked femdom videos from blogs and sites she was reading. One link led to another, and we probably spent half-an-hour checking out video clips, and talking about them. Both inspired by the titillating conversation, some sexual service was clearly called for, and the office chair on which my Goddess sat turned out to be an exceptional (and convenient) venue for the spur of the moment inspiration.

A few minutes later, satisfied from these further moments of intimacy and D/s, we moved over to the bathroom where we were going to take a shower together. But m Goddess' hunger had not yet been quenched, and seeing me bent over the bathroom sink for a few moments, she ordered me not to move, and stepped away for a few moments.

She returned with a hard paddle with holes, and after two strokes on the right cheek of my backside sticking out, she came down with a harder blow that left me incapable of remaining in position. After the warm, hurtful impact of the paddle, I felt the reverberations course through my body, and I was stil shaking a bit as I tried to resume my position as quickly a possible. With playful and teasing compassion, my Goddess offered to move on to the left cheek to make sure that things remained in balance. Two gentle strokes came down, and a third slightly harder one finding its mark, again I was unable to remain still.

She admired her artwork on my skin, warm, red, and patterned by several small circles, the signature of the hard, unforgiving paddle she had chosen. While I could tell she wanted to go on, and I had resumed my position bent over the sink for my Goddess to continue, she compassionately decided that I had had enough, and put away the paddle.

My backside definitely felt a new wave of stinging when I got into the shower with my Goddess, but it quickly dissipated by the time the shower was over, even if I remained quite red. Once dried off, my Goddess put back my usual collar and hand/ankle cuffs, and we got ready for bed.

It had been a very good day, and despite fatigue and tiredness setting in, I was sad to see it go. We couldn't get close enough to each other as we fell asleep for the night.