So, let me tell you a little bit about Valentine’s Day. I haven’t written anything in ages – sometimes I just don’t get the urge to write and I figure it’s best waiting until I am in the right mood for it.
I left work a little earlier than usual and got a lift up to the city with two of my work colleagues, we picked my pet up along the way. We sat in the back holding hands as we grew closer to our destination. We got dropped off pretty close to the hotel and ambled over, checked in and headed up to the hotel room. At first, the keycard wouldn’t work on the door so he had to go downstairs and get another. We were up on the 11th floor. When we finally got into the room, we were first taken aback by how absolutely massive it was! Huge comfy bed, big flatscreen tv, bath and shower, really fancy decor and very fabulous. As you can imagine, the view over the city from the 11th floor was breathtaking.
We decided on getting a room service dinner and ordered one. While we were waiting, I went and had a really relaxing bath. The food took a while to arrive, and when it did it wasn’t exactly what I ordered and wasn’t the hottest, but it was tasty enough. We gobbled it down and watched a bit of TV while we were waiting on foods to go down. He had a shower and we got dressed up, went downstairs for a smoke and then into the cocktail bar for a drink. We had the most fabulous strawberry daqcuris, made with fresh strawberries and loads of crushed ice. It was like an orgasm in my mouth. We sat there chatting for an hour or so as we drank and it was just so nice to be out with me and him. We were a bit worried that he might get turned away from the fancy cocktail bar for wearing jeans but it turned out, a load of other people were there in jeans so it was grand. After drinks and smoke, we headed back up to the room.
My big surprise was pending and I got really excited. I went into the bathroom to change into the little outfit that I’d bought. It was a red and black satin chemise with a lace top. It looked pretty nice on. He went into the bathroom to change too and came out in the most gorgeous little pink dress with a frilly corset/petticoat and white stockings. He’d brought heels up too but the carpet was too thick to wear them. I couldn’t stop staring at him, he’d went to all this effort just for me and he looked like divine. I sat there for a while just taking in the little character that he’d created for me. This sweet, innocent, naughty little pet who wanted to be played with, who wanted to be tied up and teased and fucked. That wasn’t the end of the surprises though, he produced a brand new strapon for me with a much bigger jelly dildo than my previous one (which also came with a spare dildo) and also a set of vibrating nipple suction cups. I felt my body tingle and butterflies in my stomach. What did I do to deserve this perfect creature?
I lay down beside him and we kissed, my hands wandered over his body exploring every part of his new costume and the perfect little body underneath. He’d not been allowed to orgasm for two whole days. Two days that I’d spent teasing him and edging him and now here he was, once again, at my mercy. He had his chastity device on underneath his outfit still, he’d worn it for most of the day. I told him to go and take it off, and he did so. He came back with a grin on his face and lay down on the bed beside me again. I put him onto his knees so that I could take in the full view of his layers of frilly petticoat coupled with his perfect little ass. He was obedient, bending to every position I put him in. I slid my body underneath him and licked and sucked him for a little while. I could feel how heavy and achey he was, he’d been so well behaved and continued to be. He didn’t once complain or beg for release, he just lay there and took the teasing, the attention, my hands on him, my mouth on him. I tied him to one of the chairs. I licked and sucked him for a little bit and then positioned the chair beside the bed. I took the spare dildo, a big pink floppy jelly one, and fucked myself with it as he watched. I enjoyed the sensation of his eyes on me and his swollen cock leaked onto his leg. I had him gagged too so he was drooling on himself, it ran down his chin and all over his pretty dress. That just made me wetter, I could feel myself getting close to orgasm, so I stopped, knowing it would be harder to stop the closer I got.
I untied him and put him on the bed face down and bent over. I equipped my new strapon and lubed it up and slowly began fucking his ass. He squirmed around a lot, it was difficult to start – being quite significantly bigger than what he was used to, but we made a little bit of progress with it and we both enjoyed the experience.
I rolled him over onto his front and mounted him and began fucking him as slowly as I could manage. He squirmed and moaned like a pretty little whore and came very fast. I smiled down at him, knowing how hard it must have been for him to even hold out that long.
After that, I held him for a bit and he played with me. It didn’t take him long bringing me to orgasm and delicious it was. The rest of the evening was a hazy blur.
We were awoken at around 5am by a really loud banging. It kinda sounded like someone was banging on a metal tray with a hammer, right outside our bedroom door. We peered out into the corridor and it was completely empty. We took a while trying to figure out where the incessant banging was coming from. We called downstairs to reception but no one answered, and he ended up getting dressed and going down. It was literally so loud, that we couldn’t sleep. He came up 5-10 minutes later with another room card, telling me that they’d given us a new room to sleep in for the rest of the night – that it was a door on the roof banging in the wind and they couldn’t go up there to fix it because it was too dangerous. We got put into an even bigger room with a fancy bathroom, and also – it was a smoking room!! Bonus! We had a smoke and then went to sleep again.
When we woke up, we packed our stuff up between the two rooms and went downstairs to reception to pay. I had a bit of a complain at the lady who was going to take our money and she went and got the manager. The manager apologised profusely and told us that he wouldn’t be charing us for anything. That’s right, we got the entire evening for FREE!!!! The room service, dinner, cocktails, two bedrooms, the works! All free!
We left the hotel after an amazing evening with huge grins. We went and had breakfast in a nice cafe, did a little bit of shopping and came home. My first thought upon entering our home was “sure is nice to be back in the castle”. Of course it’s lovely to go and stay places and hang out somewhere different for a bit, but there’s no place I’d rather be than at home, in our “castle” (that’s what we call it) with my lovely partner and my silly old black one-eared cat.
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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.
Feels like I haven’t done an update in forever. I’d like to make this post a mixture of a catchup and a visual feast of the most beautiful black and white abstract art that I can find.
We had a guest staying over at the weekend. We did lots of fun things inclusive of museums, pubs and games. Sexual activity was limited to the bedroom for the weekend. We still had fun though, inclusive of many delicious orgasms.
On Saturday night we got really really drunk. I mean, really drunk. It wasn’t bad sickly drunk though, it was pretty nice, chilled, happy drunk. I ambled down to the bedroom with the intent of going to sleep. My partner and our housemate stayed upstairs chatting and listening to music. I lay there and the room was spinning, so I was alternating between keeping my eyes open and closed. After about half an hour, my pet joined me in bed. He was cold. I pulled his little naked body close to warm him up.
His skin was like satin. He made some lovely little noises as I was cuddling him. My hand strayed down further to touch him gently between the legs. He was aroused. I played with him, I licked him, I sucked him and I fucked him. Alcohol has a profound effect on him – turns him into the naughtiest little whore. He wanted to be used, so that’s exactly what I did. I got myself off on him, a number of times, before finally letting him release – I did make him use a vibrator, I was delighted with how easy it made him cum. Think we got to sleep at about 6am or thereabouts.
Sunday was a break day. We literally sat around and did nothing all day. It was bliss. I feel like my body has slown down a lot in the past two years – alcohol doesn’t seem to be something I can do on a regular basis anymore. A few years ago, I could have drunk a lot more and been less hungover.
On Monday evening, I told him that I’d be locking him in chastity tomorrow. That I’d be teasing him this evening for as long as he could take and locking him up so that he has to suffer all day at work. After a while of teasing, he looked a little panicked, like, he really needed release. I let him cum. He almost passed out afterwards, not before making me cum first though.
My memory is a little fuzzy this morning. I’ve not had many early nights in the past week so I’m feeling a little bit out of sync. I’m also on a diet at the moment, which is hard because I hate eating diet food and I’m feeling constantly hungry and a little bit on edge. I think we had Tuesday off, or, at least – I can’t remember doing anything on Tuesday except lots of cuddling and watching The Bridge (tv series – which is awesome btw).
On Wednesday, I spent over an hour teasing him with my tongue. I remember thinking how good he tasted. I was so aroused from having him in my mouth. I’d to go to the bathroom afterwards and change my panties. Thursday, I dressed him up – short leather dress – and played with some oil. I didn’t hold him too long, he’d taken quite a lot of teasing this week and I wanted to give him a really nice orgasm. I think I did. He writhed around for quite a while. It was late, after 2am, so I told him we should go to sleep.
He promised to make it up to me tomorrow. But, I wasn’t unhappy or overly frustrated. I was in a good mood and contented that he had enjoyable time. I know he gets worried about the balance of orgasms, but I think one thing that he fails to grasp is that, I don’t need to orgasm every time any more. I just need to get into that state of mind where he’s at my mercy. Of course, I love to orgasm. I’ll have some evenings where I can think about nothing else other than having a nice long orgasm… But sometimes, I’ll have evenings where, I just want to saturate him with attention. Even now, after a year of living together, it still feels a little unfamiliar to him. He’s always so eager to please and always looks a bit deflated when I tell him that I don’t want to cum that evening. I guess, I’d be wondering why he didn’t seem that bothered when I said I don’t want to cum. Women eh? There’s no pleasing em.
So, last night, we played some games, had a smoke, watched the last episode of The Bridge. I was nice and chilled, relaxed, lying on the couch with him next to me. Earlier that day he told me that he would like to give me a massage that evening. So he did. There was some debate prior to that, I was rubbing him, teasing him, kissing him and he was getting rather aroused. He had a determination in his eyes though, which was altogether quite cute. He wanted to play with me, to give me a good time.
He went into graphic detail about a standard day and the things I do for him, I sat there, choking back tears, remembering my last relationships and how the people there said that I was lazy and “never did anything around the house” (because some days, I’d be too tired to make dinner or the house wasn’t tidy/clean all of the time – i’m pretty messy). But he sat there, talking about stuff like – making his lunch, buying him treats, making him tea, and well, other little things that won’t make much sense to you, my readers. I felt really really touched though that he’d noticed all these tiny little inconsequential things and also that, because I don’t really sit and think about things like that – they just kind of happen – I never really treated them as a big deal before. I want the best for him. Sometimes I worry that, I don’t really make enough money to be able to buy him all the things that he wants. I’m always pretty skint at the end of the month, with not really much left over – because I don’t earn that much. Money isn’t important to me at all, but I want him to have a cosy, comfortable life.
Now I’m rambling. Let’s rewind a bit. I sat there, soaking up all this information. He wanted to have an evening where I was made to feel special. I feel special every waking moment of my day, knowing that I have such an amazing partner. He turned the heating on and I undressed, lying face down on the sofa. I felt his little hands gently massaging my back. It was relaxing, albeit, short. I turned around and we kissed for a little bit. ”Do you want me to lick you?” he said. I got butterflies in my stomach as I felt his tongue brushing against my clit… gently at first and getting faster.
After quite a while of blissful tongue pleasure, he inserted a finger or two (it’s hard to tell when you’re in that state). I lay back and thought about the week we’d had together and the things I’d done to him, the way he moved his body and the noises he made. The build-up was amazing. I was close to orgasm so many times. He was gentle though, like he held me on edge with ease, not slowing down to the point where I stopped receiving stimulation, but enough of a change of pace to let me enjoy that feeling of bliss. When I came, it hit me really really hard. I could hardly breathe, I felt like I’d lost control of my body for a few minutes. I could feel every single blood vessel in my body. What a massive release. I couldn’t have asked for a better evening, nor a better end to the evening. We played a bit of pokemon and went to bed… a little later than I would have liked, but it’s hard to drag him away from his spreadsheets when he’s enjoying them so much.
This morning, I’m sitting here smiling, thinking about last night. I hope he is too. I’d really like to make love to him tonight. Slowly and passionately. In a nice setting… perhaps by the fire or in a candlelit room, with some nice music on. We haven’t got anything planned for the weekend, so I’m looking forward to lots of gaming, cuddling and time spent together.
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.
There he was, lying on the bed for me, naked and pale and lovely. My hands wandered over his body as he lay there, on his back. I brought his lips forward to kiss me. His body trembled with want. My fingers worked their way down his body to his thighs. I pulled his legs apart and rubbed his little ass. He moaned like a whore.
I sat up so that I had more control over what I wanted to do to him. I started working his beautiful hard cock, gently sliding it through my hands. He was so aroused, I whispered down to him “this must be torture for you?”. He shook his head and said that he enjoyed being mine to use. I smiled down at him. I got up and went in search of a toy, finding the appropriate one and a bottle of lube, I sat down on the bed again grinning down at him. He knew what was coming. I selected a small rubber plug from his collection, I made him hold the base of his cock so that it would stay hard and slid the lubricated toy inside him gently. Once inside, I swapped positions with him and had him hold the toy while I played with his cock. After teasing him for a while, I decided to step things up a bit.
I turned his wand vibrator on and proceeded to wedge it against the little plug in his ass. I played with his cock a little more, edging him closer and stopping. I sat up and removed my panties and pushed his legs together, the vibrator still pressed hard against his plug. I proceeded to slide him inside me, while I reversed onto him so that I could control the vibrator and plug as well as fuck him. I think he lasted about 30 seconds inside me in the reverse cowgirl position before he came, hard, really hard. I sat up and the cum dripped from my pussy all over his belly. He lay there in shock. I don’t think he was quite expecting to orgasm so quickly. I cleaned him up and held him. After a smoke, we slipped into the abyss of a long, dark sleep.
When he got in from work last night. I dressed him in a stunning red lace dress I’d purchased him a couple of months ago (pictured below) coupled with red sandal-heels, black fishnets with a lace red top and a black suspender belt.
I told him that I’d hired him as a sexual companion and that now, he’d entertain me. I laid some blankets out on the floor so that I could watch him. He started off on his back, running his hands up and down his beautiful body. I love watching his little pale fingers running along the red lace. He moved down to stroke his thighs and eventually began to play with his cock. I was perched up on the sofa above him, finding myself getting wetter and wetter, watching this beautiful little person writhe around on the floor for my pleasure.
After a while I told him to get on his knees (resulting in the pictures above). I gave him the magic wand vibrator to play with and watched him as he almost brought himself to orgasm over and over again. It’s a sight I’ll remember for a very long time, and the sounds he made as he was close…
I ordered him onto his back, and then simply sat on his cock while holding him down. He does love to wriggle. I rode him upright, I came after a very short period of time of feeling his cock inside me, my orgasm was slow and intense. When I was finished using him, I returned to the sofa and told him to continue pleasuring himself, on his knees. It was still delightful to watch, only making me horny again, wanting him again but knowing that, at this stage, my body probably couldn’t take another one of those orgasms.
I moved my hand down and began playing with his cock while he held his vibrator and slowly brought him to orgasm.
After our session, we had a smoke, watched a plethora of Mel Gibson movies (don’t even ask…) and we ended up in bed, pretty late. I could tell he was exhausted, and quite stoned. But I was horny again. He asked me if I wanted him to make me cum. I felt kinda bad, considering how tired he was and told him that it was ok. I couldn’t help myself touching his very sensitive body. Eventually, I ended up touching myself. He noticed, even in the dark, even when completely exhausted, even when pretty stoned. I felt his little hand between my legs shortly after. He began rubbing me and I came pretty fast, still with the image of him on his knees in that beautiful lace red dress.
What an amazing evening. I feel so lucky, every day.
Hazy weekend. Probably smoked too much. It helped with the inevitable frustration that I feel after having gone an entire week without orgasming and the pain and the PMS-rage. Stupid period. As well as managing to complete the entire of Dragon Age 2 in one weekend, we also had some fun.
I picked something out for him to wear and gave it to him, telling him to change upstairs. I went with a cute red dress, black suspender belt, stockings and black heeled boots. He also wore his chastity device. I sat him down on a cushioned, wooden chair. I bound his hands behind his back to the chair with PVC tape and bound his ankles to either side of the chair so his legs were spread apart. I tied his chest and neck to the chair with some rope, meaning if he leant forward or attempted to get free, the rope around his neck would prevent him. I warned him to remain calm and still or he may hurt himself through mild choking.
I then blindfolded him and let him sit there for a few minutes. When his blindfold was removed, he found a vibrator strapped between his legs and some sensual lesbian porn on the screen in front of him. I told him to watch the screen. I sat behind him for a while, kissing his neck, cheeks, shoulders, touching his body, feeling it tingle and shudder at the prospect of the vibrator. After a while, I turned the vibrator on. It was about an inch away from his cock. I left it on, so that he could feel the vibrations of the air around him, knowing it was there, but not actually being able to feel it.
After a while, I noticed him starting to shift around, wanting to be touched. I moved the vibrator closer so that it was in direct contact with his chastity device. He moaned immediately and attempted to keep his body still while he was enjoying the pleasure of being touched. I reminded him that he needed to keep watching the screen. At this stage, the lesbians were licking each other and I could see that he was very close to cumming. He was leaking everywhere. I told him to remove the chastity device and he did so, I allowed him one hand to do this and immediately tied it back up again once the device was removed.
I turned the vibrator off and sat behind him again, holding him by his neck, forcing his head in the direction of the porn. I nibbled on his ear, kissed his neck again, licked his lips, whispered in his ear. I reached down with my hand and started toying with his cock while I had my other arm around his neck. I stroked him slowly, but powerfully. I used the vibrator a few more times to tease him, putting it up against my hand so that he could feel the vibrations as I stroked him and eventually, brought him to orgasm.
I untied him and held him for a bit, stroking his beautiful long hair.