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.

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"...

The intimacy of being taken (E)

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"Can I beat you up later?"

Hot, hot words from my Goddess while we were out having dinner... She looked beautiful, as always, and the smile she had across the table simply melted my heart... and got it racing... and started that magical feeling of anticipatory subspace...

I couldn't stop thinking too that she had been meaning to break open our new replacement strap-on for a while...

After dinner and a wonderful evening out together, we returned home where we relaxed by catching up on emails and fetish boards while watching some television. Then, rather suddenly, my Goddess told me I had to get ready... I had to get ready because I wouldn't be able to go anywhere once I returned. As subspace set-in, I started having flashbacks of different kinds of bondage and different positions, each one more vulnerable than the other for the pleasure of my Goddess.

I did return quickly, and my Goddess promptly requested that I bring the leather locking wrist and ankle cuffs, and a blindfold. My locking collar had been in place since our return home, and in a matter of a minute or two, the wrist cuffs were in place, locked, and clipped together, and so were the ankle cuffs. Shortly after, the blindfold was buckled over my eyes and my head, engulfing me deeper into subspace.

My Goddess ordered me to lie down on my back on the bed. Once I did that, she reached over to clip my wrist cuffs to a chain at the top of the headboard of the bed. She came over to the side of the bed I was on, teased my nipples a bit with her beautiful long nails, did some light, playful CBT, and returned to play with my nipples a little harder. She reached over to my bedside table to find one of our favorite lotions, and started spreading it and massaging it over my body, with a little more emphasis over my privates and my chest. A little more was used to lube my anal area as my Goddess tantalizingly teased me around the opening, and gently inserted a finger to spread the lotion inside. And then she left...

Ankles cuffed together, wrists cuffed together and chained to the bed, blindfolded, I was totally vulnerable to the mood and whims of my Goddess. These short interludes of mental isolation in bondage, even with the sounds of my Goddess scurrying about in the same room or the next, are always incredibly submissively erotic. The anticipation, the vulnerability, the headspace... I can never tell how long she's away from me. The enjoyment of the fall into deeper subspace offset by the desperate longing for my Goddess to return by my side creates a powerful tension that elevates the D/s energy several notches.

But return my Goddess did. She unclipped the ankle cuffs, moved onto the bed, and almost immediately I felt the tip of her strap-on press against my anal opening. The pressure increased gently and gradually, and I instinctively lifted my feet off the bed to give her what felt like a better angle. Within a few seconds, the head of the strap-on pushed through, and I had a first shudder run through my body. At that point I noticed that my Goddess had turned on the vibrating function, which always helps with the initial penetration. But somehow, it was still difficult for me to relax, and unintentionally, I was resisting her. My merciful Goddess, knowing my reactions and my abilities so well, gently pulled out, and tried again.

This time, I was hers completely. The breakthrough again sent a shudder through my body, and the strap-on truly felt like an extension of my Goddess. She was in a gentle and very sensual mood, and I felt that in the way she very gradually teased and pushed the strap-on all the way inside me. And it was inside before I had realized it, no small feat in view of the fact that this favorite strap-on of ours is 8.5", with a good width.

Once my Goddess had completely penetrated me, she began to focus more fully on herself. Her movements were gentle at moments, powerful at others. Long thrusts, fast thrusts, each brought out a moan or a reaction from me, which only served to excite my Goddess, and encouraged her to enjoy herself more. She changed the pace, changed the depth, and mixed in with the waves of subspace washing over me, was this huge dominant vibe coming from my Goddess that she was just so enjoying taking me.

After several minutes of this most intimate, and for me, powerfully symbolic of all femdom activities, I felt my Goddess hit terminal velocity. It's in the rhythm, the pace, the movement... just a groove that is inevitably leading her shortly to orgasm. At that point there was no gentleness... just deep, hard thrusts... faster and faster... until my Goddess reached a huge climax.

Awesome... just totally, fucking, awesome... After the peak of her climax, my Goddess leaned forward onto my chest while she was getting post-orgasm tremors. I could feel them with her body against mine, and I would have brought my hands down to hold her if they hadn't been chained over my head.

How can we describe the intimacy and the magic of scenes such as these? The powerful symbolism of my Goddess taking me... the intense sensations on both sides... the dominance and the surrender... Strap-on play is always so special to us. I would have it as part of our daily rituals, if there was any way we could handle it on a daily basis...

Later on, after my Goddess released me from my bondage and removed my blindfold, I cleaned up, and got her a snack as she requested (I can vouch for how hard she was working). Then just before we went to sleep, my Goddess once more clipped my ankle cuffs together, my wrist cuffs together, and clipped those to the chain dangling from the headboard of the bed. She told me to lie on my stomach, and I fell asleep bound, with my Goddess laying close to me, partly on my side and my back.

Build our scene - part 4 (E)

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Lots of catching up to do... Integrating more comments from readers, this is what we have up to now, in the order the suggestions came in:

1. whipping/flogging until whining and begging
2. shaving of the pubic area while in restraints
3. some feminine clothing
4. hand and foot service (drawn out)
5. release for me, but without respite in my service to my Goddess
6. some isolation, at least an hour
7. oral service of a cock
8. strap-on fucking

Of course, what happens, in what order it happens, will be up to my delightfully creative Goddess. But the readers that left suggestions, Anonymous and Jason Murphee, have setup quite the scene for us. These are beautiful and powerful elements for a scene, or several scenes drawn-out over a longer period of time, that include several of our favorite activities (impact play, begging, service, being left in isolation anticipating, and strap-on), and something new we've never done.

As I sit here writing this morning, in my locked collar and leash, while my Goddess is still sleeping, my mind is racing in anticipation of when it will happen, what will happen, and how it will happen.

How far will my Goddess push the flogging? To the point of general redness? To the point of welts? To the point of bruising? Will there be some blood? If there is some blood, will I feel her tongue running over the broken skin, fulfilling her lust for tasting my blood whenever she's responsible for causing me to bleed?

How much begging will be enough for my Goddess? Will she relent the first time I break down? The third time? After I've so surrendered that I've become silent again, knowing that the begging only encourages her to go further?

The shaving in restraints scene, wherever it shows up (different logistics, and it could be a whole scene of its own), will be a new detour for both of us. My Goddess' original reaction to reading that suggestion was "I'm so doing that!", and her enthusiasm for it was as much of a turn-on for me as the idea itself. On my side, well, any thoughts of being in bondage for my Goddess is exciting. To be vulnerable and under her control is even more so. And I would expect that the lasting impact of that scene will be as powerful visual and sensory reminders of the power my Goddess has over me, and her ownership of me. I'm feeling all warm and fuzzy over it already.

The hand and foot service is a defining element of our 24/7 play. I do pretty much anything and everything my Goddess asks of me at anytime of the day or night. But non-sexual service is rarely part of a BDSM scene once my Goddess gets worked up and the expression of her dominance comes out physically. Will she use this as a tool for pacing the scene and drawing it out? Will she test my ability to serve her while I'm deep in subspace? Will she challenge me to service as part of a predicament?

An interesting challenge came up in terms of my Goddess retaining full dominant control over me after my release. I can vouch for the fact that this is a non-issue. If anything, it's effortless for me to remain in subspace, and full submissive/service mode through and after release. On the other hand, at a certain depth of subspace, it's almost impossible for me to think of my own sexual fulfillment.

What will my Goddess do while I'm left bound and in isolation? Go to the next room to write a blog entry? Finish her Christmas shopping? Call up friends or family on the phone? Watch a favorite TV show?

Which one of her "cocks" will my Goddess want me to service? I know how much my Goddess loves the power and feeling of forcing me to give her head when she wears a strap-on. Will she be pulling my hair to make sure I take it deep in my mouth? Or will she be using a leash clipped to my collar? We have two dildos/strap-ons that reach inside of her, and anything I do orally provides her with almost direct stimulation. As a side note, my Goddess and I are VERY monogamous in our D/s relationship, in our love, in our sex, and in our BDSM play. And she is extremely possessive of me [a huge and proud smile came over me as I wrote that, and I can't resist to reach to tug on the lock at the back of my collar]. So the thought of bringing someone else into the scene would crash it for the two of us. But trust me when I say that when my Goddess is in the mood to have her "cock" sucked, between her attitude, her drive, and the 8.5" strap-on with clitoral stimulation she prefers, she would make absolutely any guy proud...

And finally, my Goddess taking me with her strap-on... By now, you all know how special that is to both of us. How long will it take her to reach climax? How rough or how gentle will she be? Will one climax be enough for her? Will she feel that I got enough or will she continue on with more anal play after? How much more?

I left out the feminine clothing for now... I don't know what my Goddess will do with that. I know she's not a big fan of that when it comes to me, and has never had any interest in it. And while it doesn't really matter, neither do I. I think that part of the attraction and excitement of our D/s relation for my Goddess is that I am such a man's man, physically imposing and very dominant in RL. Capturing that essence, having me, strong of character and intimidating to many, submit to her and be under her control, provides her with an even greater level of power and satisfaction. I won't promise anything on this segment...

So here I sit, still waiting for my Goddess to give my leash its first tug of the day, calling me into service to her. After writing this entry, I am even more wired than I was this morning when I woke up early and couldn't fall back to sleep because I was in one of those needy submissive moods, missing being loved and hurt and cared for and played with by my Goddess.

Much gratitude goes to Anonymous who provided many of the components of our weekend scene, and Jason Murphee for the strap-on play, front and back.

But I hear some stirring down the hall... it may be that time...

Build a Scene With Me (S)

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To all of our faithful readers,

I post today to ask your help and hopefully provide a little stimulation for you all. Dymion has been told that he will be serving your desires in the coming days. I would like your assistance in building the ultimate scene. What would you like us to do? Bondage? Strap on? Flogging? Mind fuck? Sensation Play?

I will begin by blindfolding my beloved prince and ordering him to lay on his back on our bed. Now your turn... You create the scene, he will live it. We will give you the play by play, blow by blow, moan by moan and everything in between. This is your opportunity to make your fantasies come true vicariously through a loving D/s couple.

Your creativity will be appreciated and I assure you that credit will be given where credit is due. So help me create an experience of a lifetime for my prince and I.

I anxiously await your feedback.

-Goddess Selena

Recap: a busy week of D/s (E)

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I don't even know where to start... My Goddess was absolutely ravenous over the course of the last week... She could just not get enough... Leading up to last night... Each one of these segments deserve to be blog entries... I'm happy I got one of the evenings down as a double post last week...

I served her as furniture during one evening of watching television, with multiple interruptions for sexual servitude. It just felt so good to have her reclining against me. Light kissing during commercials broke into heavy kissing and multiple rounds of sexual servitude.

Then there where the posts from last week.

Then there was an evening when she tied my hands to the top of the headboard of the bed, placed a blindfold one me, sat on my hips, and did some NT until my moans and restrained movements brought her to climax, without intercourse. And she continued the NT until she got her beloved whimper from me.

Then more sexual servitude on another evening, with her pulling my hair, some NT while I was on my knees looking up at her standing, and more sexual servitude.

And then last night. My Goddess told me to join her in the bathtub. A first round of sexual servitude. Then she ordered me to wait for her lying on the bed with my blindfold on. When she came out, she handcuffed and clipped my hands to the top of the headboard, placed anklecuffs on my feet, and chained the latter to the foot of the bed for some NT and CBT. After some time of that, my Goddess released the chain, and took me with a dildo that is essentially a strapless strapon, which is held inside her with a secondary dildo. She took me in a frontal position, with my knees up in the air. After that, she felt that I hadn't been quite loud enough, so she continued the anal play until she got from me, you guessed it, a whimper. More sexual servitude for her, including penetration (but no release for me). Exhausted, we laid down to sleep. I fell asleep, she didn't. Just little while later, she woke me up with some kisses, NT, and CBT. More sexual servitude. Then she wanted me to have release. Past a certain point into subspace, sex become the furthest thing from my mind, and release is not always possible. It didn't matter. She wanted me to do so. More NT, more kissing, more CBT. As time went by, I so wanted to do it for her. My Goddess told me we weren't stopping until she got what she wanted. Eventually, I did have release.

Now this morning, I'm still in subspace, sore, hurting, I've got marks all over, and I'm both physically and mentally exhausted from the night (and I got just a few hours of sleep).

And I would do it all over again for her tonight...

New toys - part 2 (E)

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I tried to get back into position as quickly as I could, the waves from the last stroke of the cane reverberating through my body. Fallen off to the side, hands twisted in the bondage, blindfolded and disoriented, it was more challenging to get back to my knees while drifting in subspace than it would normally have been.

My Goddess went around to the other side of the bed, and teased me by exhaling the smoke from her cigarette in my direction, sometimes from the side, sometimes from underneath. Leaving me hanging, she took her time smoking, and didn’t give me any sense of timing or what came next.

What did come next was my Goddess releasing my hands from the headboard, unclipping the leash from my C & B restraint, and ordering me on all fours. Deep into subspace, I had flashbacks from what had just happened going through my mind, phantom sensations coming back to me again and again.

In the background, without my realization of it, my Goddess was prepping her strap-on. She closed in with her fingers to lube my anal passage, getting a small gasp from me, and she gently covered her objective deeply and thoroughly, plunging me further into subspace. Uncontrollably, I started to moan from deep within my body, and I was desperate for more as she pulled out to finish her preparation.

My Goddess climbed back onto the bed and positioned herself as she lowered my backside to her liking. Gently at first, I felt the tip of her strap-on press against me. In those beginning moments, she pushed delicately and firmly until I relaxed enough for the first breakthrough. I could feel myself wanting to get hard, but that had been made impossible by the C & B restraint I was wearing. The strain of my bound genitals only accentuated my surrender as my Goddess rhythmically pushed in and out, each time pushing in a little further. I felt her will, her dominance even more strongly with each thrust, with each movement, and the power-eroticism built up until I had been taken completely by her.

The relative gentleness of the penetration was tossed away once I had relaxed at full penetration, and my Goddess got herself into a groove, faster, harder, deeper. A few slaps on my backside, some scratching along my back, a bite or two as she leaned over me, and we headed toward uncontrolled terminal velocity. The gradual crescendo of her dominance and pleasure gave way to more chaotic and erratic movement as her moans became louder than mine, she pulled in on my hips on every thrust, and eventually reached a huge climax.

Briefly, my Goddess slumped over me as we both recovered from her orgasm. I could feel the warmth and wetness from her body against my backside, and the wetness from my penis inside its leather cage. She sat back, pulling out the strap-on, and ordered me not to move. As soon as the strap-on had been removed, my Goddess took another dildo, and filled me up again as she got comfortable to pleasure herself. Both of us already at the summit of excitement, the crescendo was much shorter as she increased the intensity of the anal play and reached another climax on her own.

After both of us recovered from that peak, my Goddess ordered me to lie on my side, and she sat up against my stomach at a 90-degree angle. Still blindfolded, I began caressing her soft skin along her legs, back, shoulders, and arms. I could still feel her trembling, but I could also sense that her hunger was not yet sated. I could feel it in her vibes, in her energy, in her movements. Gradually my fingers moved to the inside of her hips, a delightful little spot inside the hip bone that must be one my Goddess’ favorite erogenous zones. Definitely she wanted more, she needed more, and I was more than happy to serve her in this need. Her own excitement and responses to sexual pleasure are so magical for me. Just one more thing I just can’t get enough of with her. I moved my fingers over, and within a matter of just a few minutes, my Goddess had had two more orgasms.

By the time we were done, I was deep in subspace, I had been taken by my Goddess, I was still having flashbacks from the caning with our new toy, I had felt the incredible energy from her sexual pleasure, and I was lying next to her close, warm, and totally, totally hers.

It just doesn’t get any better…

Special moments on another stop-over (E)

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The start of the long-weekend - part 2 (E)

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A few moments of reprieve followed. By the time I began to gather my thoughts in reality, I heard my Goddess making some familiar preparations. She took a short break to smoke by herself next to me as I laid on my front on the bed, still attached by my collar and the chain to the headboard. Missing the sight of my beautiful Goddess indulging in smoking without me being able to see her, without being able to enjoy the mannerism that make it such a strong fetish element for me. was torture in itself.

As my Goddess finished her cigarette and got up, the sounds I was hearing made it evident that there was going to be another part to our play time, and that it was going to involve some anal play. The snap of her favorite bottle of lotion opening, the click and hum of the vibrator as she was testing it, the delicate sound of her rubbing lotion on it... all of them caused a familiar tingle inside of me that my Goddess was intent on either taking me, or putting me through some anal torture/play for her satisfaction.

She ordered me back on all fours, and proceeded to preparing me for what was to come. A gentle dab around my opening gave me a shiver, and I gasped as she penetrated me with one of her fingers, carefully spreading the lube all around inside me as far as she could reach. I could not help but to start coordinating my breathing and some moans with her movements. My Goddess then pulled out her finger, and positioned herself in a way that would both give her access to me and provide her with the pleasure she was hungry for. Gently she penetrated me with the vibrator, the one with the largest diameter we have (a good medium girth, maybe 1.5 - 2 inches), and turned it on, helping it slide in gradually but firmly.

My Goddess' assertion of power during the penetration part was intoxicating, her dominance palpable, and her desire for her own pleasure overwhelming. Despite the gentleness with which she does belies the fact that she is in total control, and my surrender to her complete. Once in fully, the pace of her movements quickened, and the amplitude of her movements increased in a very determined way. The sensations created fireworks worth of feelings and emotions, and behind the blindfold, a variety of visuals of femdom poses of power flashed through my mind.

Within a short period of time, my Goddess found her rythm of resonnance, and then there was nothing to stop her. Faster... harder... deeper... pulling me into her, buidling the crescendo into a massive climax for her, and leaving me lost in the intense sensations and flow of dominant energy she was externalizing. As she was still trembling from her orgasm, she laid over the top of my back, and we both started to catch our breaths as our heart rate started slowing down.

Unbelievably, my Goddess still wasn't quite done, and backing up a bit away from me on the bed, she pleasured herself with another vibrator as she keep playing with the one that was still inside me, building up again incredible sensations in me. It took just a short while for her to reach climax once more, and in this new variation on a theme, I enjoyed immensely enjoyed being in such a manner. I just can't get enough of any play that inspires and provides my Goddess with such pleasure.

The power and intimacy of the strap-on: early writings (E)

Despite the fact that our strap-on play has kept getting more amazing, more powerful, and more intimate with each experience, I've always felt that this early text, dating from before the start of this blog, was one of my best efforts at trying to describe and express what "the strap-on experience" was for me.

Strap-on play has always represented one of the ultimate symbolic scenes of submitting to a dominant woman for me. An incredible visual of power exchange and surrender, there are few acts that represent dominance and submission for me, even within BDSM, like the taking of a male submissive by a dominant woman.

The intimacy and the D/s significance of fulfilling this particular fantasy made it so that this was something I wasn't sure I would ever experience, and frankly, was pretty sure I wouldn't want to share with anybody that wasn't someone that I had an absolutely extraordinary connection with.

As it should have become apparent by now, I have found that extraordinary connection, that extraordinary dominant in my sublime Goddess Selena. My lover, my friend, my domme, my soulmate, my One, it was but a matter of time before our relationship, and our menu of play, would lead to this ultimate act of submission to her.

Several weeks back, we had our first strap-on scene, and it was everything I could have ever imagined... and more. The power of our D/s relationship, and the depth of our R/L relationship, the trust between us, our level of intimacy, just made it so right that I would offer this to her, and that she would be the one, the only one ever, to take me.

We replayed the strap-on scene several times since, always in combination with other BDSM elements leading up to it, including one or more of the following: nipple play, paddling, bondage, smoke play, smothering, and wax play. I have never had a scene with her that wasn't absolutely mind-blowing, and that didn't bring me into deep, deep subspace, a tribute to her skills and abilities as a dominant woman, her enjoyment of her role as my domme, and a reflection of her caring and understanding of me. I have never had a scene that finished with strap-on play that wasn't simply one of those scenes that, if I were to never engage in BDSM play ever again, it would be the fulfillment and experience of a lifetime.

But our most recent scene together, our last evening together before she embarks on some travel for a while, was absolutely spectacular, and one of the greatest experiences of my life. And she has shared with me how much she enjoyed it too, how much it has meant to her.

We had started off the evening in our usual way, with Selena putting leather wrist and ankle cuffs on me, locking them, and placing my collar on, and locking it too. After clipping my wrists together, and doing the same to my ankles, my Goddess looked me over with a delightfully possessive sense of satisfaction. We then played a few rounds of Scrabble to decompress from our day at work, one of our favorite rituals. While in bondage and reflecting on my next word play, my Goddess took advantage of my position on the floor to come over, lie on top of my back, and she started to torture my nipples. This is one of our favorite positions as I'm quite helpless to stop her from doing pretty much anything she wants, at whatever intensity she wants.

Very quickly, even pushing my limits of what I endure for her, this play was not enough for her. My Goddess turned me over, sat on my hips, and resumed torturing my nipples by pinching, poking, pinching some more, caressing, and pinching yet some more, each time harder, until she came to climax. I cannot overstate the incredible flow of energy that moves between us as she causes such erotic and intoxicating pain in me and her enjoyment of my reactions to it. Is there anything so intoxicatingly erotic and powerful for a submissive as the sadistic enjoyment to the point of pleasure of one's Dominant?

Next came the blindfold. Being very sensitive to the stimulation of the senses, the placing of the blindfold is always an intense moment for me. The cliche of all the other senses being augmented is very much true in my case. Then, in the mood for retaliation and a little extra cruelty resulting from recent events, my Goddess placed a large leather gag in my mouth, something she doesn't do very often since she so enjoys the sounds I make under her dominant, loving, and not-always-tender care.

She then did something especially evil... she lit a cigarette. She knows how much I enjoy sharing smoking with her, and I do smoke almost only with her. This was both gentle and cruel torture to feel her there, enjoying smoking without me. The vision of her smoking I had in my mind, and the smell of her smoking next to me were quite overwhelming. She did add a little cigarette torture to my nipples, and the intense heat ran through my entire body each time she would do it, leading to those moments I refer to as reaching the Nexus, one of those incredible moments of total connection between my Goddess and me when I get to the point where I can't take anymore, but I don't want her to stop for anything in the world.

Finished with her cigarette, she turned me around, and clipped my collar to a leash that she had fixed to the bottom hinge of a door in our playroom. She added a little bit of paddling to our play, and since she's quite strong, I really felt it, even if she did not continue for very long. Obviously, she had other things in mind.

I could hear my Goddess shake some lotion onto her hand to lubricate her fingers, and in a matter of seconds, she was at work preparing me for what was to come, reaching deep into me, exploring, teasing, tormenting, and just overstimulating me from the inside.

A few seconds went by... Maybe a minute or two. While in retrospect, I now know my Goddess put on the strap-on at that point, I was too lost into subspace to notice or realize what she was doing.

She untied the leash from the door, reclipped the leash to my collar, and as I was, in cuffs, collar, blindfolded, and gagged, she led me on all fours from our playroom to the bedroom. My Goddess walked slowly enough for me to keep my head close to her right leg the whole time.

Once in the bedroom, she led me to the bed, and ordered me to climb onto it. With what little focus I could gather, I positioned myself appropriately, and my Goddess finetuned my position gently but firmly. And then it began... She slowly and gently pushed her strap-on inside me, little bit by little bit. Back and forth she went, gently, getting it a little deeper each time. Within just a minute or two, my Goddess had reached as far in as she could, enjoying all of my reactions, all of the sounds I made, each of them satisfying her and encouraging her on to more. She continued with small movements, thrusting further and pulling back repeatedly but not completely, making the movements larger in amplitude as I was reacting more intensely to her. Then she started increasing the speed with which she was doing this. And then she started to increase the power with which she was doing it. And then she did more of it... faster and harder than she ever had. And she made it last... longer than she ever had.

While we had had strap-on scenes before, and had had very intense and satisfying experiences doing them, the positioning on the bed, perhaps with the contribution of other factors, such as the change of room, the preceding activities, and the fact that this would be our last playtime for a while, made this scene even more incredibly powerful, intense, and yet intimate, than we had ever experienced before. The flow of energy from our power exchange was overwhelming. The sensation of surrender was overwhelming. The intensity with which she was taking me was overwhelming... she had never yet done it so forcefully or for so long. The closeness and intimacy of the whole scene was overwhelming. I was totally lost into my Goddess as she had reached deep into me, physically and mentally.

If I thought that our previous strap-on scenes had been exceptional, and had more than done justice to my vision of them as ultimate expressions of dominance and submission, that evening, we reached new highs... and new depths... and we have both been talking about it ever since...

Inspiration, pain, subspace, and bliss in the afternoon (E)

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"So... what was your favorite part?" (E)

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As my Goddess and I wind down after an extended play session, and I'm slowly coming out of subspace, we usually share thoughts about what has happened. Sensations, feelings, emotions, and almost inevitably, highlights.

Last Saturday was no different. As my Goddess shared in her last post, we had some powerfully intense times, and the range of activities she put me through was surpassed only by the range of those sensations, feelings, and emotions I went through. Through bondage, sexual service, nipple torture, flogging, CBT, paddling, and culminating with strap-on play, my headspace went from belonging to surrender, from submitting to her needs and desires to totally being hers for absolutely anything she wanted.

Each one of the activities and experiences was a highlight. I would have been fulfilled and overwhelmed with any one of them. The sequence and combination was a beautiful expression of her mood and desires of the moment, and a powerful expression of her dominance over me.

My answer to the question "so... what was your favorite part?" during the post-play maelstrom of thoughts, visions, feelings, and emotions running through my head, was the strap-on play. It always is. I cannot describe the intensity of what I feel when she takes me, from slowly penetrating me, to moving in and out rythmically and increasingly faster as her nails dig into my hips, to savagely banging her hips against my backside as she fucks me until she reaches orgasm. Just the mental playback is making me slip back a bit into subspace as I write this. The powerful symbolism of this expression of dominance and submission, of belonging and ownership, and of giving and surrendering to my Goddess remains for me the ultimate expression of our D/s selves.

But the real answer to the question is ultimately... her. She is the favorite part of our play... of our time together... of anything we do together... of my life. It's her attitude, her creativity, her mood, her voice, her touch, her teasing, her caring, her energy, her dominance, her love. If anyone has ever been blessed with the perfect partner, the perfect mistress, and beyond the D/s component of our relationship, the perfect soulmate and the perfect love, it is me.

My favorite part of what we did was you, my love. You were the best part of our play, just as you are the best part of my life.