The Goddess wants to play - Part 2 (E)

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Hmmm… Where was I in our delightful scene… More than time for me to finish what was started a while back.

Ah, yes… The hogtie. Arms behind my back, restrained by metal handcuffs. Ankles bound together by several loops of rope. Feet near my backside, legs bound there by a short length of rope anchored to the chain of the handcuffs. I feel the metal of the cuffs digging sharply into my wrists. The pressure of the rope around my ankles is also noticeable, but much more forgiving. I feel the tension of the bondage in my legs, my back, and my arms, and yet, my body and mind let go and relax. I give in to the hogtie, and surrender to my Goddess, who is towering over me, enjoying immensely my helplessness as she plays bondage artist.

The hogtie is one of my favorite bondage positions, despite not being all that comfortable. Somehow, the dichotomy of the tension of the position itself and the deeper state of subspace it carries me into, forcing me into surrender and letting go of all, work together in intensifying the emotions and reactions of the power exchange between us. One of those things that definitely, as Paltego from Femdom Resources would say, pushes my buttons.

Goddess Selena gives each one of the ties a little tug. She teases me that everything is nice and tight.

“You’re not going anywhere…” She says playfully, pulling on my hair, and then running her nails down my back.

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She leaves me for a minute. In the depths of subspace, I have flashbacks of other moments left alone hogtied. Our first apartment… hogtied and isolated in our bondage closet while she enjoyed a favorite TV show. Our last house, hogtied on the bed while she takes a shower and gets ready to go out.

I drift back from my reverie when I feel Goddess Selena’s weight next to me on the bed. A sharp edge comes across in a short curve near the top of my shoulder blade. Between the sharp etchings and the focused vibes I get from my Goddess, I make out through the veil of subspace that she is drawing expressions of ownership and love with Sharpie markers on my back. Markings are always swoon-inducing for days afterwards…

Goddess Selena leaves me again for a few instants, and returns with her iPhone. She takes a few pictures of the markings and teases me about them. She puts the phone down on the night table, and releases the tie between the handcuffs and the rope keeping my ankles bound. She rolls me over on my back and arms, and helps me move up into a 45-degree sitting position against the headboard, with a few pillows behind me.

I’m out of the hogtie, but with my wrists and ankles still bound, and the blindfold still on, I can tell she’s not quite done. I hear a what seems to be a plastic bag with some soft-sounding items in it drop next to me. I feel Goddess Selena pinch some skin underneath my penis, and then, some light pressure that doesn’t dissipate despite the fact that she is no longer touching me. Then I feel her pinch a spot on my scrotum, and she lets go of it, leaving once more a light pressure point that remains. She comes back to the penis, and places a third clothespin. And back to the scrotum, for a fourth clothespin. She continues, alternating between the two areas, finding new spots to place a mix of wooden and plastic clothespin, each one more sensitive than the last. I think I can tell the difference between the clothespins, as I vaguely remember the wooden ones being a little stronger but creating more of a dull pain, while the plastic ones are a little sharper, if not quite as strong. Each a source of pain in their own way.

The clothespin scene gets even a little more intense on its own, as I slowly get an erection. The skin of my penis and the upper part of my scrotum get more taunt, making the feeling of the clothespins ever-sharper. Several minutes later, including I don’t know, maybe 12 or 15 or 18 clothespins, Goddess Selena is slapping at some of them, and tugging at others. I arch my back as waves of warmth and pain are radiating from my groin area. Then a singular jolt of pain runs through my entire body as my Goddess removes one of the clothespins and the blood flows back to the skin that had been constricted. And then she removes another to the same effect. I strain against the bondage and I can feel her dominance envelop me as she sadistically proceeds to remove each of the clothespins and enjoys my reactions to her play.

After the last one, I fall back limp against the bed as after-waves of pain still resonate from my groin. For good measure, Goddess Selena grabs my penis and scrotum in her hands and pulls then in different directions, and her hands feel cold against the pain and the warmth of the blood still rushing back to the deprived spots.

She runs her nails along my thighs, and unexpectedly, gives me a deep, passionate, erotically dominant, I-fucking-own-you kiss on the lips. After a surprised pause, I desperately try to answer back with my lips but she is already gone.

Courtesy of Divine Bitches via Mistress Lilyana

Goddess Selena spends a little while caressing me, holding me, occasionally kissing me, and asking how I am. She eventually removes the blindfold. A little more caressing, and she releases me from the bondage that had kept me at her mercy. Once she is satisfied I am gradually gathering my wits while slowly climbing out of subspace, we kiss again, deeply, passionately.

She takes my hand and gently drags me to our screen enclosed back patio, after we got partially dressed. It’s nearly midnight, and a light breeze is giving the air just a hint of coolness. My Goddess is in the mood for an after-scene cigarette. After a few drags, she grabs the middle ring of my locked leather collar, pulls me down to her a bit, and she gives me a smoky kiss. More (big) buttons pushed. A few more times she repeated the gesture, giving our scene a still fetishy cool-down.

From Thou Shall Love Thy Mistress (no longer active)

We went back inside, and soon lay down for sleep. Just before we dozed off, she told me to lie at an angle to her. She then lies down at a nearly perpendicular angle to me, and from her sleeping-on-her-back position, she places one leg over the back of my thighs and the other over my lower back (I was on my belly). Then she pulls me tight under her knees. And we fell asleep with my Goddess dominantly making herself comfortable using me as a leg/knee rest for the night.

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The Goddess wants to play - Part 1 (E)

Courtesy of Leather Femdom via Thou Shall Love Thy Mistress (no longer active)

After a whole afternoon of hinting at her desire for some play, it was not a surprise later that evening when Goddess Selena sent me to lie down in our bed and wait for her. It wasn’t long before she sat on my chest to pin me down, buckled a blindfold to take away my sight, locked handcuffs around my wrists, and fastened the chain of the handcuffs to the headboard of the bed. Restrained and vulnerable… that’s how she wanted me. I immediately felt her dominant glee and satisfaction come over me as the tension of the power exchange rose steadily.

Teasing me not to go anywhere, Goddess Selena went off on the first of what would be several trips over the course of the evening to find goodies that would serve her dominant purposes. Within two or three minutes, she returned and sat on me again, this time closer to my hips. She gave her own hips a shake, either to tease me, to remind me of how I was in her control, or to signify her excitement.

I heard the sound of the lighter being clicked several times, and then the first drop of wax landed on my chest. My startled moment was her moment of glee as she felt my chest rise and my hips rub under her. She moved the candle over different areas of my upper body, getting reactions of different intensities depending on where the drops landed. The wax was actually quite hot, and the heat impacted sharply. She seemed to enjoy my squirming, although I was limited in my movements, my hands bound overhead and her bodyweight keeping me down.

Courtesy of Gynarchy via The Heart's Dark Desires

Drifting further into subspace, I barely noticed when Goddess Selena reached over, and released the tie between the handcuffs and the headboard. As she moved off my hips, she ordered me to get on my hands and knees on the bed. She began with a flurry of little taps from the rattan cane. As soon as she told me to keep count aloud however, the strokes came in much harder and stingier. I had barely reached ten when she switched to the much heavier purple lexan cane. I had difficulty staying in place for the next ten as Goddess Selena didn’t let up despite the more severe striking implement. Despite her evident radiant enjoyment of the caning and my reactions to her ministrations, she decided then that it was time to switch things up again.

Part 2 in a few days: markings, hogtie, clothespins, subspace kissing, and more.

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We’ve been a social media hiatus, as you have likely noticed. Please accept our apologies if you’ve left comments or reached out to us. I’ll try to catch up over the next few weeks. I’ll also try to clean-up the links.

A big thanks to Ferns for the warm feeling she gave Goddess Selena and me recently. In a short exchange of tweets a few days ago, she mentioned that we had been “super quiet all over the place.” We’re sad that it has been indeed the case. But it’s feels nice that someone noticed.

Goddess Selena had left the handcuffs on overnight, and while she was still sleeping, I wrote most of this post, and began my morning activities, with my wrists still bound. I was quickly reminded how awkward typing is in handcuffs, and how dangerous simple activities like pouring cereal, and having breakfast, become. And yet, it brought back some of the D/s tension from the evening before, if only by proxy.

Teasing and frustration (E)

Artwork courtesy of Erospainter

Yesterday, my Goddess was in a mood to be sexually satisfied... to hurt me... to own me... to be serviced... to have sex... to have me do whatever she wanted.

Unfortunately, her body is not ready for it yet (see her Countdown post). As of yesterday, it won't be ready for another 28 days. It drove her absolutely insane. She was already insane in lust in the mid-evening, and the unreachable only made it worse.

I was saddened by her predicament, but I ended up on the receiving end of some very pleasurable kissing and cuddling, and some very painful nipple play. The NT became increasingly intense as her lusting and her frustration grew. If she were to get nothing else, my Goddess needed to hear me moan and feel me squirm. She needed to affirm her ownership and display her control. She needed to relieve some of the pressure, just for a short while, in order not to explode. I was glad to be there for her.

We fell asleep frustrated but very close together. Delicious torment indeed... for both of us.

Nipple clamp motivation (E)

Artwork via danbooru.donmai.us

A few weeks back, my Goddess and I woke up from a wonderful night's sleep in each other's arms. Before going to sleep, she had placed the locking leather wrist cuffs on me, in addition to my locking leather collar. I just had that overwhelming sense that she felt like displaying a little extra control, a little extra ownership.

I love those little moments when my Goddess displays her need for dominance, even when those small gestures may be more symbolic in nature. It makes me feel needed. It makes me feel like I'm part of her essential balance. It feels good to have subtle physical manifestations reinforcing the reality of the D/s dynamics of our relationship.

As we woke up, we both had that feeling of wanting to stay close to each other. There was a tangible connection, even beyond what we normally feel most of the time, that we weren't willing to give up just yet. But we had a busy morning ahead of us, and we had to get the day in gear.

After our morning routine, the feeling of needing to be close was still heavy on us. The up side was that the work we needed to do in the next few hours was primarily preparation out of our home office. We didn't have to leave until later that morning.

We went back to the bedroom briefly, where my Goddess placed a pair of nipple clamps on me. She teasing tugged on the chain to make sure there were on right, that I was feeling them, and that she had my attention. And then we went into our office for work.

The nipple clamps that were chosen were by no means the harshest ones we possess, but they were just right for what she had in mind. Once in our office, my Goddess told me the clamps would not be removed until I had finished my share of the work that had to be done that morning. She said it in such a delightfully, teasingly dominant manner that just melted my heart. An evil little predicament to provide her some sadistic pleasure and a measure of control.

The thought of taking my time on the project never came to me. This project was going to take well over an hour, perhaps close to two, and I had no idea how long I would be able to keep the nipple clamps on. Of course, if they got to be too much, I could always beg for some mercy, but then, that might or might not change anything, apart from providing my Goddess with a little extra sadistic satisfaction.

During the time I was working, my Goddess came over to occasionally reach under my t-shirt to gently pull on the clamps, or pull on my hair, or kiss me suggestively. Little diversion tactics to increase the discomfort, the helplessness, and the hotness of the predicament. But I got the assigned project done in about an hour and a quarter. It was time too because the clamps were really, really starting to hurt. Everything movement somehow made them feel heavier.

I turned to my Goddess to let her know that I was done. She looked at me with an expression that showed that she was delight with the playful scene, but sad that it was over. Or was it?

Just before she took the clamps, off, she decided that we would step outside to have a cigarette. A wonderful excuse for her to prolong the torment just a few more minutes...

In bondage for a night... and a day... and another night (E)

Artwork courtesy of Famio through the Museum of Femdom Art

After the amazing evening we had, with the hot and sensual strap-on play, and the marking, my Goddess decided to leave the locked wrist and ankle cuffs on overnight. But not only did she leave them on, but she clipped my ankle cuffs together, did the same for the wrist cuffs, and clipped these to the chain running from the top of the headboard. I was hers, and in her control, for the night.

I so love the feeling that my Goddess wants to keep me by her side and under her control. It's an intoxicating feeling, mixing elements of belonging, affection, ownership, attention, control, dominance, vulnerability, helplessness, and surrender. I do miss, however, the option of reaching over to get close to her, although most of the time she'll be the one staying close to me, often laying her head on my chest and one thigh over my hips.

Over the course of the night, after several hours I guess, I wasn't in a position to check on the time, my Goddess unclipped my wrist cuffs from the chain and from each other because she wanted to change positions.

The ankle cuffs stayed clipped, though, and in fact remained that way for about half the next day. This gave my Goddess the opportunity to teasingly chide me for my slow service during our usual morning rituals, and when she requested things that I needed to get. You can visualize the scene... needing to get her morning coffee in locked ankle cuffs, with a 4" clip keeping them together. Even with about an inch for the D-ring on each cuff, that makes for pretty short steps. And the need to minimize the movement of the cuffs while walking is not to be taken lightly. Long-term and active wearing of the leather ankle cuffs can be rough on the skin, and not being careful with stride length while walking can cause serious skin burn. Over time, I have developed little permanent scuff marks from it, marks of my Goddess' dominance that I absolutely adore, but I'm still pretty careful walking when the ankle cuffs are clipped because they can get very painful very quickly, especially once the skin is broken.

My Goddess and I are not much into humiliation in general. Just not something that appeals to either one of us, and it would be an awkward fit in our particular dynamics. However, she does enjoy teasing me and making fun of me when I'm under her control or in a predicament she puts me in. Examples of this in the past have included us taking time to smoke while I had nipples rings on that were really really hurting and had to come off right then and there, asking me "Aaah... what's wrong, Baby?" after a particularly intense reaction, or in this case, teasingly giving me a hard time for being so slow coming back from errands at the other end of the house while my ankles are bound.

By the morning, as is the tradition on non-working days while we are at home, I was also wearing what we affectionately call the house lease, a 50' length of rope clipped to my collar. With my ankles bound, my Goddess also took the opportunity to remind me of how slow I was in my movements by tugging on it faster than I could walk. I tried to stay focused on not spilling anything, and I couldn't help but smile at how much fun she was having.

That day was a stay at home day for us, and the locked ankle cuffs and the locked wrist cuffs stayed on all day. It's a given that my locked leather collar remained on since the moment we walked in the door the previous evening, as is the case every single day. In the mid-afternoon, my Goddess mercifully removed the clip from the ankle cuffs, since she didn't want to damage the skin to the point where it would bleed. But there would be no release from the cuffs, and the possibility of my Goddess deciding to restrain me further at any moment remained.

We had a wonderful day together. I was kept busy by domestic service around our home, including preparing meals, 4 loads of laundry, washing the dishes, some minor cleaning, and during the evening, my Goddess required sexual servitude.

Time to go sleep came back around, and while all the cuffs stayed on, they were not clipped together or tied to anything. But we did fall asleep in a spooning position, with my Goddess on the inside, and with my arms wrapped around her, and she took hold of the wrist cuffs with her hands. We fell asleep in that position, and it made for an even more restraining and controlling position, since the last thing I would want to do was wake my Goddess up with any sudden move.

Sadly, the morning came and we had to get ready for work. After 36 hours, give or take a bit, the cuffs and the collar came off. The release is always a sad moments for both of us, but I did enjoy the phantom sensations that lasted for an hour or two after the removal of the cuffs.

In an exchange of cell phone texts later that morning, when we made brief allusions to the cuffs, my Goddess reassured me that they would be back on soon...