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My Submissive – Q&A

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A few have you have sent in some questions over the past couple of months that I finally got around to asking my sub.  Here they are  together with his answers.

1. What first attracted you to femdom?

I found a book discarded by a bus stop when I was younger. Being quite the bookworm, I read it on the bus, and I guess the seeds of alternative lifestyles comes from there. That was my first experience with a lot of things, and I think is probably the root of some of my fetishes. The book was penny in harness by penny birch. The cover attracted me because of the latex, and I enjoyed the book. I’m not really into dressing like a horse, but I guess we all refine our tastes over time!

2. What kind of d/s experience do you have prior to your current relationship?

It just kind of creeps up on you I guess. As I get older I learn more about how I feel about stuff and what I like to do so it’s constantly evolving. I had a few experiences with older, more dominant women than I was used to, and enjoyed it a lot more than the girls around my age I dated when I was a teenager. I thought it was a maturity thing, but looking back I probably enjoyed it more due to the dynamic.

Confident, strong women are much more attractive for me. I guess I have always got a kick out of my partner being in charge, it just sits naturally with me. I had a few relationships when I was younger where, as the male I was expected to be the dominant half and there are a lot of situations I can recall where I was just uncomfortable or unsure or just thinking ‘this should be the other way around’. I still made a few wrong turns on that front, but it lead me to where I am today, and I wouldn’t change that for anything. Meeting my partner changed my life for the better in more ways than I could recap here.

3. What’s your favourite kind of play?

Fave play I flutter through different moods a lot, so it varies a lot. Generally though I’d say my favourite type of play is sensual, involving lots of teasing and intimacy. I like dressing up , it makes me feel more confident and attractive, and I like to feel involved. A middle ground between being someone’s toy and being a test subject.

4. What’s your favourite outfit?
I have two. One is my maid costume.. black pvc with wet-look stockings and opera gloves, with matching frilly fingerless gloves and hair tie. This will always be special for me because it was the first full outfit I put together for myself that I was fully happy with. The other is a red dress my partner got me. I think this just reminds me of how well she knows me. It’s so perfectly something that I love that it just blows me away. I have so many lovely clothes from her it’s honestly hard to pick a favourite! Other top ones would be the shimmery short dresses she got me, a gold dress that was super cheap and fabulous, and all my shoes . I love heels. A lot.
5. What are you like outside of your relationship, with other people – what kind of person are you?
A hard question to answer hehe. I like to think that I am a nice, easy going, easy to get along with, intelligent and occasionally witty. However, I also know im chronically lazy, prone to outbursts of long and wittery prose and/ or rambling speeches, and I find it terribly hard to pretend to take an interest in people’s children. I’m not rude, I just find it difficult to engage with people over stuff I have zero interest in. I’m also very good at putting things off! Whilst my bank balance probably appreciates it, given how many clothes sit in my eBay folder on my computer, the sometimes overflowing bin in our house rumbles with discontent. I also love cuddles, pokemon, computer games, books, films, scifi and music. I have such an eclectic taste in stuff.
I can listen to jazz and death metal in the same evening. I also do have a hefty streak of obsessive behavior. When I’m interested in stuff, I can really get into it. For recent examples, see my pokemon breeding spreadsheet, or my 12 weeks of sneaky research to give my partner a lovely valentines day! I guess in the bedroom I vary wildly from being hyper slutty to delicate and unsure of myself. No idea why, but I guess I just like to go with how I’m feeling.
6. What tips would you give to a submissive man wanting to find a dominant woman?  What pitfalls would you avoid?
Go out and do things you like. Go to meetups and keep your expectations realistic. You wouldn’t expect a woman you met in a bar to fall in love with you because you bought her a cocktail, it’s not different just because she’s wielding a cane. You’ll be more likely to meet someone you get on with if you’re doing stuff you like. If I met a woman at a Tory conference, we’re not gonna be compatible just because I thaught she looked good in a suit.
Pitfalls: Don’t lie or exaggerate yourself for an internet profile. People will see through you the second you meet them. Don’t go looking for just a domme.. People are complicated and everyone is different. No use hooking up with someone you find attractive only to realise that you don’t have anything
7. Can you picture yourself in a non-d/s relationship?
Probably not. It’s been my experience that aspects of the ds relationship fit so well with my personality that I’d end up being unhappy and missing those things. Not just sexually, but I couldn’t have a relationship with someone who didn’t understand my submissive side.
8. What’s your favourite toy?
I’d say that the magic wand is my favourite, just because of its versatility. Its fun whether I’m feeling slutty or delicate.
If you have any more questions for me or him, ask them here.
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Weekend Birthday Fun

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Friday was good.  He didn’t have internet at work, which meant we were back to oldschool texting.  It was fun, felt like we were dating again.  I got him to go into the bathroom at work and take me a naughty picture…. or well, I asked him to take one.  I said “take a picture of the camera looking down on yourself so I can see your cock” and he ended up misunderstanding and taking a  really cute picture of himself looking at his belly… we laughed pretty hard about it when we both realised that it was completely silly.

When he got home from work, we were both pretty worked up.  I went downstairs for a nap, he joined me after his shower.  I bent him over the bed and licked his pretty little ass as I worked on his cock.  He moaned like a whore and I made him cum.  He’d had a pretty stressful day at work so I figured I’d release him early and let him have a relaxing evening.  He made me cum after.  It was short, but sweet.

On Saturday evening, after gaming for most of the day, we had a smoke.  I asked him to put his rubber skirt on and told him that he could decide on the rest of the outfit himself.  He came upstairs in rubber stockings, skirt and a red pvc corset, and his collar.  He looked delicious.  I started off filling a bowl with hot soapy water and proceeded to clean the rubber until it was really shiny.  I got a lot more pleasure from that than I’d anticipated.  It was quite a different sensation.  I took pride in making each little part of the rubber shine.  His ass looked amazing. I probably spent too long rubbing it.

Afterwards, I put him on the floor and bound him in pvc tape by the ankles, with his wrists behind his back, also bound.  I started rubbing his cock through the rubber with my hot soapy cloth, sliding it up and down.  He seemed to quite enjoy it.  I brought him up to orgasm.  He came without producing semen.  Pleased, I moved onto the vibrator, bringing him up to the same position – orgasm, but no cum.  He was starting to tire at that stage (about an hour and a half into the session), so I removed the bindings, the corset, the skirt and put him up on the sofa.  He was naked now, sensitive to the touch.  I adorned my latex gloves, lubed my hand up and gave him a nice slow, sensual, hard orgasm.  He came everywhere.  It was very pleasing.

On Sunday, we went and watched the new Hobbit film (which you should totally see in 3D), which was really awesome and then had a nice meal.  That evening, we played some Path, and he gave me my amazing birthday present … which is secretly something I’ve been wanting for ages now, but felt too guilty to spend the money on… a pair of GHDs! Tested them out last night, I literally have the straightest hair ever.  So yeah, that was a pretty amazing birthday weekend all around.

In the dark – erotica written by my submissive

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I asked my lovely little submissive to write me something erotic.  I’d like to share what he wrote because it filled me with pride.  Note that, when you are reading it, that the story is directed toward ME and was written with the sole purpose that I would read it.  Be warned: it is quite a long one, so make sure you’re sitting comfortably and have time to spare.  Enjoy.

I am alone, in the dark. Bound and restrained, trapped in a cupboard with little to no space to move, even if I was able to. I can hear the floorboards creaking as you move about upstairs, I wonder what you are up to.. how long will I be left here, drooling in the darkness, left with nothing but the joint discomfort and pleasure of my bondage. My mind wanders over the various things you have done to me.

I am dressed up for you. Bright pink corset clutching my tightly, laced up so tightly my breaths are short. Attached are the sheer white stockings clasping my legs, I can feel the decorated tips of them tickling the back of my thighs. A thick pair of matching pink rubber panties squeeze me, my clit encased in a plastic cage, an overinflated plug filling me up. You pulled the panties up tightly, pushing my clit between my legs and holding in the plug. I cap the outfit off with a tall pair of bright pink platform heels you have locked to my feet.

I have a small suction cup attached to each nipple, pulling at them, a constant tease coming from the small vibes hanging from each cup. You plaited my hair into two pigtails that hang over my shoulders, framing my heavily made up face. You decided since I was dressed like a slut you’d make me look like one, with bright red lipstick and a liberal amount of eyeshadow. A ring gag completed the look, my mouth wide open and drooling.

You’d led me to the cupboard and set about keeping me there. You used a liberal amount of rope. My ankles were tied together tightly, and the tall heels on my feet lashed together tightly, making it hard to balance. You wrapped a length around my corseted waist, looping it under my crotch either side of my cage, causing my cage to pull out slightly, keeping constant pressure on me. My arms were tied at the elbow behind my back, causing me to puff my chest out, presenting myself for you. My wrists were bound to the ropes wrapped round my corset, effectively rendering me immobile for as long as you wished. Just to be sure, once positioned in the cupboard you tied the ropes off to the cupboard racking. Placing a blindfold over my face, you kissed my cheek and stepped out. Testing my surroundings slightly had revealed a plastic sheeting on the floor, and what sounded like bells hung at various places around my body. Any movement set the bells at the ends of my pigtails, or those behind my ankles, jingling loudly.. keeping quiet was going to be tough given how aroused I was.

Before placing me in the cupboard you had teased me for a while, maybe to make it harder for me to stay still, maybe just because you could. Kneeling in the bath, you ran a vibrator over my body slowly.. stopping anywhere you know I enjoyed, but not long enough to push me over the edge. When you’d had enough, you rubbed oil over every part of. my skin. After finishing the places easily reached, youd resorted to using the bottle to squirt the remaining oil over the rest of me.. down my stockinged legs, my heeled feet.. even pulling the waistband of my panties open and filling my rubber enclosure with a liberal amount of the slippery liquid.

The end result gave me heightened awareness of every single part of my body, from my constricted waist to my enclosed clit, I couldn’t twitch even the smallest amount without being made more and more aware of how slippery and sensitive my body was.

I snap out of my reverie as I hear the stairs creaking. Maybe you have come to let me out? Reward me for being a good girl, keeping quiet like you ordered me, the only sounds coming from the attachments on my nipples buzzing quietly, the occasional rustle of the frills of my corset, the slow drip of the drool from my gagged mouth – sometimes landing on something less soft than the tiny panties holding in my plug.

Something seems a little off but I can’t place it, the enjoyment I am experiencing distracting me. Being filled by the warm plastic of my plug, the wet feeling of the drool running down my face and chest, the strain of the cold but comforting plastic around my clit, stopping me getting erect, keeping me as the slutty little whore that I so love being for you. The disorienting darkness, the bindings stopping me from moving, the constant ache of having my arms bound so far behind my back that I arch my back, the effect of the corset causing me to thrust my chest out for you, presenting myself for your enjoyment. The joint pain and pleasure from my feet, heels arched by the stiletto heels you have locked me in, The ache in my jaw from being gagged.

I realise I can hear two sets of footsteps, not the one I was expecting. I panic slightly.. who’s there? Is someone going to find me here, bound, dressed like a slut, dripping wet, panties stained at the front? I calm down almost immediately. No way would you do that.. I tell myself it’s ok, I have the utmost trust in you. I hear you talking to the unknown person.. walking over to the cupboard that is my pleasurable prison.

The panic rises again, why are you opening the door? A shiver runs through me.. despite the horror rising in me, my clit strains against its cage, I become acutely aware of every single part of my body. I tense up, I’m a good slut, I keep as still and quiet as possible. I hear the interloper say something. It’s ok.. they aren’t downstairs, just waiting for you on the landing. They can’t see me, they don’t know I’m here. It must be you standing in front of me, but you don’t touch me, you don’t speak to me. I feel something brushing against my side, you must be reaching into the cupboard to get something. A moment later you withdraw your arm with whatever it was you were looking for.

I can hear you walk away, but not close the door. What if the interloper wanders around, will they notice me? The fear of being caught both frightens me and exhilarates me, my breathing erratic, the dull ache in my clit growing stronger. I flex my muscles slightly, pushing against my cage.. the plug inside me drawn in and out slightly, slowly fucking me. The feeling in my clit intensifies each time I flex, I have to stop myself from moaning loudly.

I am filled with need. The need to be touched, to be used, to be bent over and fucked hard, to suck on something that fills my throat and threatens to make me choke, the need to have my clit rubbed, the need to writhe around, show off to you how slutty I am, the need to be yours and see you enjoy it.

I hear you retreat upstairs. Not long, a few minutes maybe.. I can hear you talking to your unknown companion. I hear the door slam, and your footsteps descending down the stairs, coming to enjoy your little whore now you’ve sorted whatever it was the friend wanted. I know that waiting can make you impatient, make you want to use me hard and fast, make your urge to satisfy that need that little bit more intense. I wonder if I will pay for the delay caused.

I can sense you in front of me. Unmoving, watching me. I keep perfectly still, trying to ignore the feelings all over my body, the little pains and pleasures of my situation. I hope you are impressed, pleased with me, proud of your submissive. I push my chest out slightly, back arched to its limit, every sensitive area on show for you. You don’t say a word, but move into the cupboard slightly. I can feel you brushing against me, I can hear you unbinding me from the dark prison that has kept me for over an hour now, but the blindfold allows me no vision, no slit of light or glimpse of your face to judge how well I have done.

I hear you clip something to my collar and shortly, feel a yank on my neck as you lead me out. Heels slippery inside and arms still bound behind my back, I struggle to stay upright, taking tiny steps as I quickly shuffle in the direction you are pulling me. The cold air feels nice on my oiled skin, I can feel where the drool from my mouth has landed. It tingles slightly, a pleasant feeling despite the slight chill.

I feel the air warm as you pull me through into another room.. unsure of where I am, my footing is tentative and unsure. I feel you beside me, fiddling with something. You grab my hands, wrists still tied to the rope round my crotch, and push upwards. It forces me forward until I bump into something.. you keep pushing my hands up, forcing me to bend over. My chest touches a warm surface, and as you push me down into it, my cage touches up against something. It vibrates slightly, stimulating my clit through the dulling influence of the plastic cage. It feels really good, but I know this will just arouse me further without pushing me over the edge.

Bent over fully now, the cups on my sensitive nipples now pushed down onto the surface, stimulating them more every time I breathe. The corset, so tight and rigid, forces me to stick my ass out invitingly. The pressure on my hands stops me from rubbing myself on the vibrating machine you have me pinned against, I figure that you have stretched out and bent over the wooden surface in the wash room, clit resting against the washing machine.

“Don’t move slut.” The first words you speak to me in over an hour as you walk away. I wonder what you have in store for me. Whether you will give me pleasure or pain first. I can hear you come back. You reach round and I can hear you tying something off. I feel a short tug on my neck, pulling me forwards, almost on tiptoes. I hear you rustling some more, and feel the same thing at my wrists. Unable to move now, I am somehow connected to the other side of the surface, ropes connected to my collar and wrists taut. It keeps me arched out and completely vulnerable.
I feel you shuffling around with the bindings at my ankles and knees, they drop away and I feel you push against my feet. I stretch my legs out as wide as possible, but it isn’t enough for you. I stretch further, balancing on the tips of the heels still locked to my aching feet, my legs spread to their limit. You seem to accept I can’t go any further and I feel you remind my ankles. First one, then the other, I realise you have me tied to the spreader bar. Unable to close my legs, unable to move, I am now entirely at your mercy.

You pull down the rubber panties I am wearing, not far, my legs are spread too wide for that, but enough that I can feel the warm air on my ass. It feels good after the hour trapped in tight rubber, sliding against the cool material thanks to the oil from earlier. I feel you play around with my plug, attaching the plastic tube that allows you to change the size of it. Two slow, long squeezes of the bulb, I feel the plug expand inside me a little more. The pressure now quite intense, feeling stretched and full.

“You can moan for me now slut.” Suddenly, I feel the sharp and stinging sensation of your hand striking my ass. It surprises me and my body tries to pull away, but unable to move, it only succeeds in pulling against my bonds and pushing my cage into the rumbling machine. A second later, my next reaction, I try to arch my back a little more, present myself to you for more. I hear you chuckle, you know how I react, and I feel like you are pleased with me. I moan for you through my gag, I can’t help it, I need it too badly, panting now. You strike me again, a few times in succession. I let out another long moan. You continue, never hitting the same place twice, constantly varying the speed and intensity of your blows. Occasionally your hand catches my plug, driving it into me each time, rubbing my prostate. I can feel my clit leaking, the rubber panties still catching my drips.

By the time you stop, I’m panting, drool pooling around my face, messing up my makeup you so carefully applied. My ass stings all over, the joint glow and dull throb I feel arousing me further. My clit straining against my cage as hard as it is able now, the feeling is bliss. I hear you step back, and a moment later, a few clicks. Taking some pictures of your handiwork to savour later, being your model makes me feel special and I moan for you again.

I feel you untying me from the spreader bar, and releasing my collar and wrists from their ties. You pull me up, and I am able to stretch out for a few seconds. Still panting from how aroused I am, I feel you turn me round.

“Kneel.” You command, and I obey. You’ve placed a small towel for me. You poke my leg with your foot, and encourage me to kneel with legs closed. It squeezes my cage out and places pressure on the plug still buried in my ass. The feeling is divine. You place your foot on my chest and push.. I lean back as far as I’m able, leaning back on my hands, corset arching my back again, my chest is thrust out, and my face almost directly upwards. I feel you remove your foot now I’m in place, and you remove the gag from my mouth.

You shuffle over to me and I can feel you pressing yourself against my mouth. I know what to do. Ignoring the ache in my jaw, I lick you slowly.. your wetness drips down my face, I can taste you in my throat. I speed up slightly, and feel you press down onto me. My hands supporting me, you use my mouth, my tongue working over your clit, faster and faster. You start to grind against me, knowing that the position I’m in allows me no room for movement, you use the contours of my lower face to increase your pleasure. I lick as hard and fast as I can now, I enjoy pleasuring you, I enjoy how you use me to get off, I enjoy how I’m aching for release, yet comfortable being held on the edge. I am your slut, and I will not orgasm without permission. I am a good girl, and determined to show you.

I feel you tense up, you start shuddering and let out a long moan, pushing hard against my mouth now as I lash your clit with the last remaining strength in my tongue. Your wetness drips down me now, as you grind harder against me, thighs closing tightly around my head. After a while, I feel you slacken and then you are gone. I am left panting, drooling, aching. I feel you grab my collar and lead me out of the room.

I feel carpet.. must be the second bedroom I think to myself. You pull me up to the bed and push me onto it. I struggle to move as you keep pulling at my collar, sensitive nipples rubbing against the bed, the weights attached dragging. I’m finally in position, you have me on my knees, leaning on what feels like a pile of pillows. The top one feels cold and smooth, like a plastic sheet has been placed there.

You leave for a moment and I wonder what’s next. I can hear you cleaning yourself up in the bathroom. When you are done, you come back to me. You rub my cage a little, then I feel you probing my mouth with your fingers, and I suck on them, the taste of myself mingling with the taste of you in my throat. You play around with the drool around my mouth, wiping it over my face, smearing my makeup.

You tire of this after a few minutes and replace your fingers with a plastic cock. You fuck my mouth with it for a while, almost choking me each time you push it in. I can taste the lipstick on it. After a few more strokes, you pull my pigtails back, and I lift my head. You wrap my face with some kind of tape, keeping the plastic cock buried in my throat and removing my ability to make any noise other than a guttural moan. You let go of my hair and move behind me.

I feel you grab my ankles, and you spread my legs out. I’m now leaning on the pillows, mouth full, legs open. You push into the small of my back slightly and I arch my back. I can feel my cage pushed into the plastic sheet, the weight of my body compressing it. I feel some pressure on the plug inside me. I feel it build as you pull harder. The plug starts to slide out of me, I feel so stretched and so exposed. I enjoy the feeling.

You remove it completely, and a few seconds later I feel a cold sensation.. I feel you rubbing lube on me, inside me, your fingers probing me. I can feel the rubber glove you have on, your fingers sliding in and out of me, fucking me. I moan and you chuckle again. I feel you pull out, and a split second later I feel another pressure. You take hold of my hips and I feel you push into me.. you must have a new toy.. this feels much bigger than your last one.

You push into me slowly, and I feel myself stretch around the thick plastic you are fucking me with. I feel your hips touch me as you push yo against me, driving my clit into the pile I am leaning on. You pull out again, and start slowly stroking in and out, getting me used to your new toy. After a while you start to speed up, harder and faster each time, it doesn’t take long before you are fucking me hard, harder than you have before. The feeling is intense.. my clit is squeezing against the pillows, my body is tensed up and my ass feels divine. The pressure on my prostate is causing me to leak uncontrollably, I can feel myself dripping, the plastic sheet preventing the wetness from soaking into the sheets.

Each thrust causes me to rub myself forward slightly. Each time you pull out I am pulled back. The cycle continues without pause, your furious speed causing me to assist you, fucking myself on you, and rubbing myself as hard as I can against the pillows I’m leaning on. The unrelenting pace is too much for me, I let out a long frantic moan, you continue stroking into me relentlessly as I convulse underneath you.. I orgasm, feeling my clit squeezed hard against my cage, the suction on my nipples, the plastic cock choking me, the other fucking me, your hands around my waist holding me down. I convulse hard against you as you stop fucking me and lie on top of me.. burying your toy in my ass, you enjoy holding me as I shake underneath you.

After a while my shaking subsides. You withdraw slowly, and I am left feeling empty, but wholly satisfied. Glowing with happiness. With exhilaration. I am your submissive little slut. I am your pretty little slut.

I am yours.

I love you.

Rubber Bondage fun

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Was never  hugely into shiny clothes before – rubber, latex, leather … like, it looks nice on some people but my experience of it has never been great.  I don’t like that it felt cold against my skin or that it pulled on other parts, I generally find it quite uncomfortable to wear.  Viewing wise – I’ve been more into seeing my sub dressed up in lace, satin and frills.  I felt a strange longing the whole day, my mood felt a little darker than normal.  I sent my sub a text in the morning explaining a scenario I had in my head, which read

“well I was thinking of a scenario when you came in from work, the house was completely dark.  You’d feel someone grabbing you from behind and forcing you down where you’d then be blindfolded, gagged, wrists bound behind your back.  No words would be spoken, only the muffled sounds of your whimpering.  You’d then be striped, groped, manhandled, sucked, licked and fucked”.

He liked the sound of it.  That’s not what we got up to though.  He suggested an alterntative, considering that I was on pill cooldown from hospital – we couldn’t have sex, but that hasn’t stopped us doing other things.  

After dinner, we went downstairs and lay down for a little bit, just to chill, relax in the darkness and converse.  I talked a bit about wanting to see him in a nurses outfit, I mentioned that it might be made of rubber or something shiny… the thought of it gave him an almost immediate erection.  I guess at that stage and following his earlier texts, I was able to read what he was in the mood for.  I took him into the shower first and washed him.  I like washing him.  He stands there, under the water, all hot and wet.  He knows when to put his arm up or his leg up, when to turn around and get his back and his bottom scrubbed.  He’s even got much better at getting washed in between the toes!  He doesn’t scramble away any more or make squeaky noises.  

After the shower, I told him to go and put something shiny on for me.  He scampered off and I went upstairs to relax and have a smoke.  After some time… maybe half an hour or so, he emerged from the bedroom, clad in a rubber skirt, latex corset top and shiny stockings.  He was wearing bright pink panties underneath.  My jaw dropped as I witnessed, for the first time, his ass in a rubber skirt.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite so amazing or that made me wet so incredibly fast.  It was a pure delight.   I let him have a smoke and meanwhile made him walk around the room a bit, so that I could witness the material hugging his perfect little ass in all it’s glory.  There was also the mandatory bending over.  Fuck it looked good.  I can’t describe just how good it looked with words. 

I ordered him downstairs after he’d finished his smoke.  Onto the bed he lay, on his back.  I blindfolded him, ball-gagged him and bound his ankles together with PVC tape and his arms to his sides.  this is what he looked like prior to the PVC binding.  (I was far too distracted to take pictures of what he looked like after…)

I started off by touching him, rubbing the material, rubbing his cock, stroking the insides of his thighs.  He was so aroused by this stage that I could see that it wouldn’t take much to make him cum.  I got the magic wand vibrator and rubbed it on his thighs and the rubber material just below his cock, his nipples.  He moaned like a whore.  When I kept it on his cock for more than 20 seconds he started wriggling and moaning, he was so close, I stopped.  I repeated that several times. He was struggling to hold back.  He wanted to cum.  I held the vibrator tight on his cock and he came, inside his panties under his skirt.  It was a long, hard orgasm.  He pulled against his binds and thrashed about as best he could, he moaned as loud as he could past the gag. 

I removed the blindfold and the gag.  He said he could see stars he came so hard.  I got the rest of the bindings off and lay him down and held him for a bit.  I was soaking by that stage.  Once he’d been given the appropriate pets, cuddles and praise, I lay on my back and forced his fingers inside me hard.  I came in under 20 seconds.  It was pretty intense.  What an amazing evening.