- We are people too, and all the vanilla courtesies still apply. For you as well as me.
- Don’t fawn all over us; you will sound like a tool. Don’t call us “Mistress“, “Goddess” or “Lady” unless we tell you to. Don’t try to act like our sub without our…
God this is so true.
My pet spent most of the weekend feeling ill. I spent most of the weekend looking after him. He got tired easily and his chest/throat were very sore. I fed him Beechams hot drinks, tea, sausages, strepsils and vitamins. I held him, I bathed him, I watched tv with him when he grew too tired to play games. There was a lot of improvement yesterday and I think he’s starting to feel a little better now, or at least, the worst of it’s over.
I always feel bad when he’s sick, because, although I look after him, I can’t help but get incredibly aroused at how weak he is and how easy it would be for me to take advantage of him, if I wanted to… Especially when he’s lying there, all weak, sick and flopped down on a chair wrapped in blankets, looking so vulnerable. It drives me crazy. I feel like my libido went into overdrive this weekend and I did my absolute best to suppress it. Obviously, he wasn’t much in the mood, not being well and all… and I was trying to focus my energy on getting him better.
I distracted myself with housework and feeding and computer games and weed. At one stage, I felt so overwhelmed that I just shut down and my body filled with bad chemicals. I could feel myself getting saturated by them, a darkness seeping into me. I felt like I was falling into a huge black pit. There he was at the top, peering over the edge, calling my name, trying to pull me back out – even in his weakened state, he’ll never leave me there to fall prey to the black.
I found myself on the sofa with him, once again, staring down at his beautiful body. He was dressed in a long, silky blue nighty and his wet hair fell over his shoulders, his big blue subby eyes stared up at me and I melted. I looked down and he’d grown hard. His eyes told me to touch him and his body responded positively when I did. I went downstairs and took a shower and we reunited in the bedroom. We lay there facing each other, my hand on his neck supporting the back of his head. He’s got a sensitive neck, I told him that. He likes it when I run my fingers along it gently, he likes when I hold it, when I choke it and when I kiss it.
I pulled him closer to me and stroked between his legs. I told him to pass me the vibrator, and we shared it for a while. I didn’t want to hold him too long, tire him out too much, he was close and he needed release before his short energy reserves ran out. I sucked his cock and climbed on top of him and fucked him backwards. We came. He looked like he needed it, almost as much as me. The darkness subsided.
My poor little pet hasn’t been so well the last couple of days. He’s got some kind of chesty throat thing. I’ve been taking care of him as best I can, but I always feel kind of helpless when he’s ill.
Last night we watched a few movies together, had a smoke and ambled downstairs. I was expecting another early night, in order to help get him over his infection, but he arrived into the room in the new leather dress I’d bought for him. I was horny instantly.
He was crouching on the bed attempting to fix spotify on his Nexus so that we could listen to music. This gave me full access to the glory that is his cute little ass. It was exposed under the short leather dress, perfectly rounded and delicious. It looked good enough to eat. I rubbed it a little, the sensitive parts, to gauge his reaction. He moaned a little bit, I was distracting him from completing his task. I pulled on his cock gently with the other hand and proceeded to rub his ass. He was already hard and struggling to remain focused on the device in his hands.
The music started and he signed with relief as he could now fully enjoy the pleasure being given to him. His body looked amazing in the tight leather dress, I enjoyed the feeling of running my fingers over it. I left him temporarily and told him to get comfortable. I’d acquired a vibrating prostate stimulator and a bottle of lube. I toyed with his ass a little bit before inserting the toy. It slid in easily, he wanted to be filled up and used. I fucked him gently with it at first, very gently, used it to bring him into that lovely euphoric state I like to keep him in for so many of our sessions together.
After a while of teasing, I switched the vibrator on. I began fucking him as I used his cock with my other hand. The feel of the leather against my wrist, the way his ass looked and the noises he was making indicated that he would soon cum. He asked for permission to cum pretty quickly and thanked me when I granted it. He came hard, very hard, a lot of cum and slumped on the bed. He was exhausted. I cleaned the bed up and got back in.
We chatted for a while after that. Both being quite stoned, about a wide variety of unrelated topics. I love talking with him. A lot of his views are very similar to my own and he’s intelligent. That’s one of the sexiest things about him. His big, beautiful brain.
I was soaking from before, when I felt his little hand edging it’s way downward, I smiled and rolled over onto my back and removed my panties. I was expecting a short playtime, mainly because, he’s still quite sick and he was probably tired after his own, but I was mistaken. He toyed with me for quite a long time, and I really enjoyed it. A lot of the time, I can’t handle being teased much, particularly after not orgasming for several days, but whatever it was he was doing, I wanted more of it. I was enjoying the long, slow build up.
I love watching him when he’s playing with me, I can see him concentrating on his task but also getting aroused, which arouses me even more. I love the way he makes me feel. When I did cum, it almost made me pass out…. It was the most intense orgasm I’ve had so far, in my whole life, to date. I say “to date” because he’s only ever gotten better over the past year. It never feels the same, he’s always trying new things and touching me in different ways… it was absolute heaven though. I lay there unmoving for a good 10 minutes, or what felt like an eternity. I felt truly and utterly spent, satisfied and elated.
I am your Domme and I take my job very, very seriously. I spend a lot of time getting to know who you are, what you’ve gone through in your life, what your submission looks like… and, what it doesn’t. I need to know not just what all your boundaries are, but why you have them. I want to poke around in all the dark corners of your brain, and see what you have hiding back there, behind all of the cobwebs. I want to look at all of your carefully constructed walls and then take them apart, piece by agonizing piece. I want raw, brutal, unfiltered honesty. I want to see the you that you don’t show the rest of the world. I want to push your limits and show you that you are much more than you think you are… that you are capable of more, that you can give me more.
When we are “playing”, I am not catering to an audience. I don’t see, hear, smell or taste anyone but you, in those moments. Sometimes, I will take more than you were willing to give. Sometimes, there will be demands made of you that you don’t think you’re capable of meeting. I want to leave you shaken, torn, emptied… and then slowly put the pieces back. Not where you had them, but where I want them to be, because they are my pieces, now. I want you to be satisfied with your experiences. I want you to glow inside, knowing that you are mine and mine alone.
There is an overwhelmingly violent attraction to your vulnerability. It makes me lick my teeth and eye you like my last meal. It makes me want to both devour you and nurture you. It’s a terrible duplicity that leaves me vulnerable, too.
Intimacy colours everything. I am completely and utterly in love with you and while sometimes, it’s terrifying, it’s completely worth it. I can barely remember what my life was like before I met you. What I was like. I feel like me now.
I very much enjoy the softer, more sensual play lately, as I’ve gotten to know you over the past year. It’s something I like to dabble in more and more frequently. Using and teasing your body, moulding and shaping you into what I want. It’s almost an art form. I think there is merit in it… in playing to someone’s sexuality, in surprising them with moments of intense pain instead of overwhelming them with it… in handfuls of hair and dark whispers. I enjoy nothing more than watching you writhe and squirm and moan. I love knowing that I’m responsible for your extacy, your loss of control.
I smile and add it to the list of things I enjoy doing with you. It’s a surprising revelation to me. I am not soft and gentle. I’ve never been described as that. I’ve been described as intimidating, but never gentle. We’ve grown together, you and I.
I probably had one of the best orgasms of my life last night. After we did some gaming (we’re currently working our way through Path of Exile again), I asked him to roll up and we had a smoke. It hit me really really hard, like, I was completely fucked after about 10-20 minutes. My arms felt really long and the room was wobbling. I had trouble completing the simplest of tasks, like, shutting down my PC.
We moved over to the sofa and he said he was going downstairs to put his new gold dress on. This dress doesn’t look half as fabulous in the photos but here it is… it’s kind of a fake-pvc material, super shiny, super tacky but super fabulous…
While he was downstairs getting ready, it felt like an eternity. I was totally tripping out. I was looking around the room and everything started wobbling, the lamp was wobbling, the floor, the ceiling. I was really chilled out. I had issues focusing though and the only way to sustain focus seemed to be to blink really fast. I attempted to regain my control but it seemed to be slipping from my grasp. I fought the sub-reality with all my strength and finally, he appeared, all glammed up in his shiny new dress and looking fabulous. He looked like a pretty mermaid. Because he has tiny hips, the bottom of the dress sat out, giving it a fish-tailed effect. I asked if he’d like to go downstairs.
Going to the bathroom was hard work. Our bathroom floor has black and white tiles, like a chess board. Every time I look down at them, I felt my reality slipping away again. I attempted to look up at the walls and blink really fast to get out of the bathroom asap. I’d made it. I headed into the bedroom and flopped down onto the bed. He’d put some psytrance on. I began kissing him and touching him.
His cock felt amazing underneath the shiny dress, my hand wanted to smooth it out and rub him. I brought him to close to orgasm a few times, using the dress as a way to bind his cock. Sometimes I motioned that he fuck himself using the bind that I’d created, other times I fucked him softly or hard, depending on what I felt like at that time. I told him that I might make him wait until tomorrow, just because I could. I could see the disappointment on his face, but he took his news with grace.
My favorite part of the session included ordering him onto his knees and spanking his pretty bottom. It looked so amazing in the tight gold dress. I kept him hard while I spanked him. It felt good to have that release. I felt like, he deserved a reward. I rolled him over onto his back again and lifted his skirt, feeling his cock in the flesh for the first time. It looked so pink and used and utterly delicious. I used both hands to bring him to orgasm, one holding the base of his shaft and the other stroking him. He came hard and he lay there shaking for about 10 minutes. I felt a warmth spreading over me.
I lay down and my mind started to wander. I lay there thinking about all the things I’d like to do to him in that gold dress. I felt his hands on me. My body felt so sensitive, too sensitive. Over stimulated. I kept getting lost in the monophonic psytrance. Sometimes I felt too much, other times I went numb. At one point, I went numb completely from the waist down. He suggested we go upstairs for a smoke, to clear our heads. Eventually we did. I’m not sure why that took so long. It was hard to get up. I sat up on the sofa while he had a smoke. I ate some crisps, I think and we eventually ended up back downstairs again.
This time around, I felt a little more alert, that I might be able to sustain a train of thought long enough to reach orgasm. I lay back and got lost as he started to rub me. I fantacisied about having him tied up in his gold dress, about fucking him in the ass in his gold dress, about sharing a vibrator, about just kissing him while we were both dressed up in something pretty. I then started to think about what I was wearing. I felt a little inadequate in my worn pink nightie. He makes so much effort for me and here I am in my ragged night dress probably looking like shit. It’s much harder for me to get decent sexy clothes though in my size. I always try and usually fail. I shouldn’t be thinking about this when he’s playing with me though, insecurities aside, here he is making me feel amazing, relax and enjoy it.
My mind wandered back to what his hand was doing, he was rubbing me and I was starting to dry up a little. I started thinking back to what I’d just done to him and how his cock felt in my hand, how his eyes looked when I told him that he wouldn’t be allowed to cum, how my hand felt when I was spanking his little ass. I was soaking again and his rubbing was in just the right place. I felt my orgasm building and when it hit, it felt completely unexpected. It shot up my spine and down my arms and legs, rendering me helpless for just a moment. I regained control of myself and attempted to control my breathing. I was still orgasming and continued to orgasm for what felt like ages. The warmth spread over my body again.
So the past few weeks I’ve been talking about my sessions and I’m guessing you’re getting a feel for what kinds of things that I enjoy, so today I thought it might be interesting to talk about what turns me off. Even nympho’s have turn-offs, it’s true! So here’s my list.
1. Socks in bed.
It’s just wrong. Stockings are fine and other lingerie but if you’ve ever watched a porn or been with a guy who just hasn’t taken his socks off, it’s just disturbing and wrong. Eww.
2. Manly men
Guys who act like “hard men” or “one of the lads” because they’re mindless sheep who don’t know how else to develop their own individuality and personality. It’s incredibly off-putting. I’m glad I don’t have to deal with these types any more. I’m not talking about men who are confident in their masculinity, i.e. the types who can sustain a conversation with you, just the types who get on like twats because they feel that it’s a role they have to fulfil or they don’t know any other way of social interaction.
3. Too much pubic hair.
I love giving oral, I love using my tongue and my mouth – I enjoy the taste, so getting hair stuck in my teeth or in my mouth is a bit of a turn-off.
4. Bad smells
I guess, I have quite a sensitive nose. Smelly feet, underarms and other areas… can be quite a massive turn off for me. Shower time and a proper good hard scrub is inescapable.
I enjoy noise. I like all my senses to be stimulated during the act. I’m not saying that there should be constant noise, but I do enjoy my partner making noises which indicate that he is aroused and enjoying himself. I never understood how someone could be totally silent in bed.
That’s all I can think of for now, although I’m sure more will arise and get added to the list.
I’m sorry that your wife treated you so badly. Not all women are like that.
I’ve been with a guy with a micropenis before. At first, I didn’t quite know how to react to it. But then it turned out he was fairly skilled with his fingers and tongue and well, in this day and age, there are countless toys (of which my collection is vast!) available on the market that cocks have generally become fairly defunct anyway. I wasn’t disappointed by the end of it. I tried to make him feel comfortable in my presence. What I’m trying to say is – not every domme will powertrip all over the place at the size or lack of cock. Don’t feel forced into something you don’t like or you don’t want just because you think that’s the only option or only fit. It’s not.
My ex was 10 inches. I took some pride in that at the time, but looking back and knowing what I know now, it seems very foolish. He was terrible in bed. Selfish. Dominant. Rude. Obnoxious. Thought his size made up for all his other horrendous flaws. It didn’t. I left him for my current partner who gives me everything I need and crave. I’ve never been into extremities as such, cuckold is an area that kind of makes me cringe (although each to their own). I guess I’m more of an affectionate domme.
I don’t get a kick out of being cruel. I like my sub to know that there will be an end result that will make them satisfied. I like to treat him with respect because if he’s not having a good time, then I’m doing a bad job. He’s my responsibility.
I wash him. I buy him clothes. I feed him. I do his laundry. But I don’t mother him. He takes care of me when I’m sick or I’ve had a bad day or am feeling a bit down. He does the cleaning and tidying and fixing of things. To any onlooker, we’re probably quite a normal couple, except that most days he’s dressed in feminine clothes that I’ve picked out for him and we have a much larger collection of “toys” than the average person.
My advice: Find someone that treats you like a person first and a submissive second.
I like the feeling of my nails on his skin. I like how he reacts to it. I like the marks it leaves to remind me of how it felt a that time.
There’s certain areas of his body much more sensitive to pain than others. I like to play on that, without dwelling too long there and making the experience too much for him. The longer I make him last, the more I get out of it after all.
The innermost of his thigh areas are incredibly sensitive to pain. When I sink my nails in there, I can feel his muscles contract and his body shiver as it tries to cope with the feeling. His sides too, the further i drift from the centre of his body when toying with his chest or back, the more reactive he is to the pain I inflict.
Got my nails manicured today. I think I prefer them unmanicured though. They’re much sharper, the varnish gives them almost a blunted effect which just… doesn’t feel the same. I guess it’s the nail-equivalent to wearing a condom. It can still feel good, but it takes a lot away, you don’t feel as much.
Well, I have another 6 days left before I see him again. I imagine the french polish will have worn off by then.