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MistressZion
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My Profile ...
There's just something about crossing paths with a Dominant woman isn't there?
She makes your head spin and churn with a rush of new feelings and emotion--
fear, excitement, curiosity, eroticism, and sometimes maybe even disgust.
But no matter what you're feeling, she's left you breathless and with piles and piles of self reflection to go through.
She's magnetic, energizing (NOT DRAINING), and she's confident in her ways and can accept the differences in others.
She makes you feel comfortably uncomfortable ...
and you've never been more alive.
There are so many things i would discuss ... and try ... with a strong Woman ...
how much i want to be allowed to lick softly at Your feet ... massage them for You
the need to have You take me with Your strap on ...
extreme teasing and denial ...
serving You a glass of wine or a drink ... and kneeling there - naked - holding it for You
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I wanted to write today about what it feels like ... and my thoughts and fantasies when i tie my cock and balls and masturbate ...
I use a stocking ... wrap it tightly around both my cock and balls ... then wrap it once or twice around just the base of my balls ... to wrap them tight ...
Then very tightly around the base of my cock ...
God .. this is embarassing ...
Then i use a lot of oil on my cock ... and on my balls ... rub them both gently until my cock gets very hard - then begin to stroke it ... slowly ... the entire length ... until it fills with blood and swells even more ...
begins to get extremely sensitive ... and very hard. But I can stroke it for longer periods of time because it is tied off ... and i begin stroking just the head ... using more oil
I imagine being made to do this while my Mistress watches me ...
Has me stroke until She knows I am just about to cum ... and then tells me to stop ...
I imagine Her sitting over my face .... facing toward my cock ... stroking it for me ... telling me to use my tongue to pleasure Her ... teasing me but not letting me cum ...
Her tying off more of my cock ... tying it tighter ... Just stroking the top 2 inches or so ... teasing me mercilessly
One of the things i think about is a Woman in a pair of thigh high boots ...
Having me crawl over to Her and lick up and down the sides of the boots ...
Her leaning over the whole time ... petting my head ... telling me "good boy ... you are doing such a good job my pet ..."
And after a while She tells me to lay on my back with my head in the corner of the room ...
I do ... and She stands over me ... again facing my cock and balls ...
They are tied ... very tightly ... the rope wrapped several times around my balls ...and up between them, seperating them. Another rope wrapped several times around the base of my very swollen cock ... and I know what is coming because She has discussed this with me on a number of occasions ...
Slowly She lowers Her beautiful pussy to my lips ... and tells me to begin licking softly at Her clit ...
And while i am doing so ... i am to masturbate my well oiled cock for Her ... very slowly ...
Slowly drawing myself to the edge of orgasm ... while I pleasure Her with my tongue ..
Her enjoying watching me teasing my own cock for Her... But not letting me cum ...
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There is no denying the joy of denial ~
In the realm of harmless fun, nothing approaches the rush of power you get to enjoy in sexually frustrating a man. Nothing compares to the control you have when you create a sense of sexual desperation, and then, at your whim, delay gratification of that desire. The submissive man will love it as well.
Here you're demonstrating a keen interest and focus on him and on his sexuality. Your confidence shows and grows right before his eyes. He can spiral in his desperation as each new activity brings him closer and closer to over-stimulation. You are playing him like a puppet ... like Your pet ... and he is helpless to resist.
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To be her thing.
That is what you want, what you have always wanted.
What you think of, lying there awake or dreaming--you are not sure which.
To exist as her object. To be used for her pleasure. To have no say -- none.
How would one explain this wish to be used, to be abused, to any "normal" human being?
Don't we all desire "respect"? Isn't the very idea of respect of persons central to our entire ethical and political system? How could one possibly explain the craving, the deep need, to be used like an object in a culture that practices but also decries objectification? "No self-respecting person would want THAT!"
A Mistress does not judge. She knows and, more importantly, understands what you desire.
She understands, for example, that it is good to make you kneel naked before her, to make you beg to lick Her black high heels, to make you lay there, open and available and vulnerable, to have you beg Her to give you the slightest amount of attention (thinking all the while of whether you are in any way worthy of having Her fuck your ass, which you are not). These things a Mistress understands. And she does not judge. All she demands, requires, is your absolute submission.
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Havent gotten to add here in quite a while ... the below link is to a series of stories with a particular bent toward a male being trained for longer and longer periods of teasing with orgasm denial - being kept in chastity, his only release becoming prostate milking - and the depth of the humiliation from becoming his Mistresses cuckold...
i do so hope You enjoy ...
http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1219234&page=submissions
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A very interesting article ...
COCK TEASING TRAINING
Training a Novice
It is important to note that the type of teasing and denial described on these pages exceeds the normal capability of the average male. Most men need to cum after arousal, emotionally that is, physically they do not have the control, untrained, to sustain more than twenty minutes of a complete erection at a very high level of arousal. To deny a man release after he has tasted the exponential rise of his excitement is simply unbearable and unthinkable to most men and women.
To enjoy the fruits of prolonged frustration, a male must first be eased into understanding that the temporary pleasures he may be offered are just that - temporary and secondly that he must completely remove his focus on release and realize that every moment of pleasure, pain , or frustration he experiences is strictly for the amusement of the administrator.
This requires that the male introduce a great degree of thought and concentration during his arousal. Men are goal oriented, and once aroused, their bodies naturally ascend toward the goal of orgasm. A man's mind must be trained to intervene in his body's instinct to resolve the pleasures he is granted with controlled thought to realign his body's goals to be merely an object of his controller - executing tasks of her will. His body and mind become a vessel delivering nothing more than the results of stimulation for observation.
He must see himself as a respondent of arousal not a pursuer. So to begin to give more concrete examples, if he were to stroke his penis to achieve a state of erection by command, he must realize the limit of the request. The request is not to satisfy his lust, or engage him in a act that normally leads to orgasmic pleasure, but simply to become erect so that his commander can see what effect that has on him. How hard his cock gets in what period of time, how his breathing changes, his heart rate, his moans of yearning...
A well trained male can stroke his cock, maintain an erection and await his next order without succumbing to an uncontrollable need to advance his state of arousal. This of course is not true of the novice. Which means that training a novice requires monitoring strategic steps before the whole puzzle is put together.
To begin a novice a commander might order him to get hard for her and then stop stroking. The novice would be left with a raised cock, void of further stimulation, and completely focused on his Dominant for the next instruction. This focus shift, from his need to the woman who is controlling what is next, begins to fertilize his mind with where his 'conscious' attention should remain.
This begins the process of creating a duality within him mainly:
- an awareness of his own arousal state and
- 2. a concurrent attentiveness to his instructor.
To further this duality, a Dominant can create certain fixations for him to focus on during his these arousal states. Embellishing fetishes, mindwashing with single unique objects, enriching lust focused on the Dom, are all methods of creating a synergetic duality in the novices mind.
The fixation can substitute for the physical presence of the Dominant when unavailable. After all, the sub's prolonged frustration should not take up too much of the Dominant's precious time. She should be able to walk in and out of his lust-nightmare as she pleases. A well structured stimulation schedule can keep a subject occupied, aroused, and frustrated while the Dominant goes about her business. If well maintained by the subject, his participation in the prescribed activities will prove amusing to the Dominant as she enters his space as evidenced by his arousal state.
Being left alone though is beyond a novice's abilities. He can not be trusted to maintain a high degree of concentration and adherence to what is prescribed to him by his own will. A novice must be monitored for short sessions with an enormous amount of generous attention by the Dominant. Which brings us back to his training.
As previously stated, Up and down exercises are the best to begin with. The Mistress might sit cross legged in front of him as he kneels before her, naked, stroking on command. The minute she sees that he is hard she asks him to stop and place his hands behind his back. The Mistress might get up and do some busy work, talk on the phone, or just remain there to stare at her subject while he slowly loses his precious erection. Upon flaccidity ample for the Dominant she instructs him to get hard for her again, only to repeat this loop many times until the submissive is in tears from his unfulfilled lust.
While the novice is stroking and regaining his erection for the 4th or 5th time, his mind should be very receptive for training the slowly shaping duality he must attend to during arousal. The Dominant may intrude into his libido using various methods - variety is always appropriate. She must become his Muse of Arousal. Speaking to him while he strokes marries her presence with his experience of this most intimate and personal stimulation. The more a Dominant speaks to him during this early training, the more the submissive will hear her voice in future arousal sessions - even when she is not present.
It might be helpful to have some degree of an outline of how the submissive will be invaded in this method. Tailored to the specific subject, its intensity might build along with the degree of his frustration. Whispering in the subjects ear and slowly building the voice in tone as he reaches his twentieth stroking. Or the the language and delivery might be inversely proportional to his experience: beginning with loud intimidating instructions progressing toward whispering when he is most aroused and frustrated after the 20th stroking. Random methods may used after some experience has been reached. It is important to build resonance of presence so that the subject recognizes the many faces of his new Muse of Arousal before being confronted with them randomly.
Understanding the male orgasmic cycle in detail is a great aid in planning the implantation of an Arousal Muse. In order to court the male's libido into accepting the Dominant's voice as its Muse, it helps if each and every word the Dominant speaks reveals a degree of authority combined with a complete understanding of what the subject is experiencing - an awareness superior to what the subject even knows of himself.
1. F - Foreplay - the initial stimulation's that awaken the libido, send blood to the penis, pre-erection. Visual, Sonic, and tactical touching.
2. E - Excitation - frictional stimulation's directly to the penis. Erection is achieved and controllable.
3. IC - Involuntary muscle contractions and automatic increase in excitation. Controllable only through training.
4. A - Approach - sudden and steep ascent to orgasm. Controllable by only extremely well trained males.
5. O - Orgasm - can be denied only through exceptional control over the A phase.
6. D - Descent - steep drop to relaxation.
7. R - Relaxation
Novices must be controlled to remain among the first two phases of excitation; F & E.
Through excessive training a male can be taught to explore all four of the pre-orgasm phases, prolonging frustration for many hours even days.
To imbue the male's psyche with her muse, a Mistress, upon learning the signs of her subject's phase shifts, can gear her language appropriate to each phase. There is nothing more exciting than hearing a woman speaking with great conviction about the exact pleasures one is experiencing.
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This is a post i originally wrote in MAy of 2007 on my blog ... http://jamesboitnd.blogspot.com
i will add more of my posts in the coming days ...
the first post ...
I have recently started a journey that I wish to share with you ... Of course at some point i will have to go back and explain how all this started ... how my journey to dominance started ... first back in high school, but then again with earnest as an adult. But more interesting, i am sure, is how did i become a man who longs to be on his knees to a strong Woman ... a man who is teased and denied by that Woman ... his orgasm owned by Her.
But i will leave that for my next few entries here. For today i want to share a thought on all this ... and a desire. My thought centers around the few Dommes i have encountered over the years ... and a basic difference i see between their views and my views on a D/s type relationship. As a dominant ... i was a strong proponent of behavior modification. But it was used not only to have my wishes granted ... but to encourage positive changes for the woman that i was with. My quote was ...
"I believe that a dominants role, is to be that safe place a Woman would crawl to .. to become all that He and she ... desire that she become".
I dont see that so much with dominant Women. I know this is a generalization ... but for the most part it seems to me the focus is on ... it isnt about the male submissive ... it is about the MISTRESS. What the Mistress wants ... what the Mistress expects. i understand the primary focus of needs and pleasure should be the Mistress. However, it doesn't seem to be about mutual happiness and enjoyment for both of them ... it seems to focus exclusively on the Mistress.
An example ... during an extended period of orgasm denial ... a Mistress and i had a conversation about when She would allow me to cum next. i realized during the conversation, that there was no consideration for my pleasure what so ever. Any comment on my part about kissing her or touching Her ... resulted in comments about only if and when i say so ... this is NOT about Your desires!
Now maybe I am/was a different kind of dominant ... and i know my above comments are generalizations ... but it seems to me that female Dominants are overly focused on their desires, with little to no concern about the male submissive. A female friend who is submissive ... and has been in the lifestyle a long time ... said it this way when i discussed this with her ... "Most Fem Doms I know ... milk sub men"
Desire ...
A recent desire
I am not allowed to cum for two weeks or so ... so that i am in quite a state of need and denial. My desire is to be tied on my back ... with my legs back ... so my cock and ball area ... as well as my ass ... are completely open and exposed to my Mistress.
Her ... with only a feather ... and maybe Her breath or the ligthest touch of a finger nail ... tormenting the area around my balls ... without even touching my testicles ... Avoiding my cock completely at the beginning ... and tickling that area between my ass and my balls. She said she would like to do this to me for 2 to 3 hours. Building my need ... taking me to deeper levels of ... teasing and denial ... |
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Climbing The Hill - Part One
The idea of chastity both thrilled and scared him at the same time. He longed to know what an extended period of time locked with no ability at all to cum, would do to his already growing need to serve Her. He wasn’t sure She understood how deeply his submissive desires had grown toward Her - had been growing - over the last 6 months - even as they had gone thru periods of not seeing each other. All at his fault - and why he was now ... Climbing the Hill.
But one Sunday, after spending several nites running versions of this story thru his head, he finally got up the courage to order the steel cock ring cage and lock. Not only ordered them - but had them shipped to Her so She would know exactly when they arrived. Given his status of still climbing the hill, he did not know if She would want to be the one to put it on - or possibly be the one to click the lock at the end. Or would she simply agree to hold the key ...
He was also very clear of one thing - this was his version of events - and not only would Hers likely be different - Hers would be the one that would take place.
So the steel cock ring and cage was ordered. She had been very non-committal about the whole chastity thing at this particular point in his climb up the hill. But they had discussed it in the past - he knew it was something that would eventually happen - and he wondered what She was really thinking about it right now - about having the cage delivered to Her house.
As he sat on the plane to Chicago writing this story, thinking about the point they were at, his cock started to swell. Submissive feelings always did that to him now - and more so when he hadn’t cum in a few days - like now.
A few days later the package must have arrived at her house. He had received a text - it read ... "Package has arrived - You must commit to 5 days without orgasm on your own, starting right now, before we will lock you. You know what to do.
And he did know what to do - he was to respond with a text that read ... "i commit my orgasms to Your abject control".
She had instructed him that each morning as soon as he woke, he was to text Her and assure Her that he had not released in the previous 24 hours - and a statement as to how long it had been since his last orgasm. And each nite - before he went to bed - he was to write Her and tell Her how he was feeling - and what his thoughts were.
So he responded - and sent the required text ... "i commit my orgasms to Your abject control"
The first morning he woke and sent Her a text that read ... "Your pet has not cum since i received Your text yesterday.
The morning of day 2 he woke with a throbbing erection. He knew that when he wasn’t masturbating he always woke with harder erections in the morning. he wondered what it would be like after 2 weeks of no orgasm. What would it be like after a month? Would he get used to it?
He sent Her the mornings text - he knew the first few days wouldn’t be the hard part. He had gone a few days here and there without orgasm - even once gone 6 days before - for Her.
He had never told Her that part of the reason he had cancelled their plans to get together one Saturday before Xmas was that after not cumming for 6 days - he had given in that morning to his weakness and masturbated - had an orgasm. It was one of the reasons he wanted to be locked to Her - to have his orgasm and the depth of his need to be Hers purely and completely owned by Her - controlled by Her. No ability to give into his weakness without Her consent.
On the morning of day 4 - laying in bed with his cock extremely hard, he wondered what the mornings would be like waking with an erection this large - this hard - when he had the steel cage on his cock. Would it wake him? Would it hurt? He longed to find out ... thoughts of Her raced thru his mind more and more these days. The feel of Her skin - the twinkle in Her eyes when she laughs ... the ways she smells - the feel of Her kiss ...
The morning of day 5 he woke knowing he could be summoned to Her at any time now. He hoped he would be summoned to Her at any time. He needed to be locked in the cage - it was getting harder and harder not to cum. He knew She knew this - was sure She was enjoying his torment - and had told him if he did not make the 5 days - he would have to start over. She knew he would never lie to Her.
How much longer would She make him wait. Now not only would he be in the cage for a month, but he had already gone almost a week without cumming on top of that. He sent Her the morning text and later that day received a text back from Her - "meet me at Sage tomorrow nite for a drink - 630 - don’t be late.
They met the next nite. He was wearing a purple lace thong they had purchased together - and was very excited to see Her. It had been almost 2 weeks since they had seen each other. She was more touchy than usual, obviously in more of a teasing mode. They had a drink and shared a few appetizers. As the bartender delivered their second cocktail, She leaned into him and whispered into his ear - "Are you sure?"
He said ... Yes Mistress.
She leaned over to him again and again whispered into his ear ... "If we do this - I own your ass" and leaned back and took a sip of Her wine. He looked at Her again and said " Yes Mistress ... that is what I want"
She leaned over to him and said - "look me in the eyes. This next month is not about your pleasure. It is about making You think seriously about serving Me. Here are the rules ... we are going to lock You for at least a month. Once a week we will have a ... session ... to see how you are making out ... and to push you. We may get together more often than that but it will be at least once a week at my convenience. We will only get together once a week when you have lost at least 3 pounds in that prior week. So if it takes you 8 days to lose the 3 pounds, we wont meet for at least 8 days. But it wont be any more frequently than weekly."
She sat back - took a final sip of Her wine - stood up and said - "Pay the tab and meet me outside - it is time."
End of Part 1
Climbing The Hill Part 2 -
The locking...
When he met Her outside ... she pointed out where she was parked and told him to follow Her. Back at Her house She took him by the hand and lead him into the house. She walked into the kitchen and poured a glass of wine ... came back out and beckoned him to follow Her into the bedroom.
She told him to close the door after he followed Her in ...turned to him and said simply ... "Strip to your panties."
He removed all his clothes except the panties ...and She told him to kneel and crawl to right before Her. he knelt before Her with his knees spread ... and She placed Her foot against his cock thru the panties as it swelled.
She had told him to bring the collar and leash they had bought together months ago ... and knew he had laid them on the floor across the room in the bag lying next to his clothes.
She looked down at him ... Her foot still playing with him ...and started talking while she sipped Her wine...
"You had all this hesitation when we first started ... about the leash ...and about sucking my strap on ...
You know these are things I want of my pet ... and now You are willing to not just become my pet ... but to have me train you as my little bitch. I am not yet completely satisfied with you ... but you know that. We both know you want me to tease that cock of yours. We both know you need to suckle at My breast. And we both know i am still hesitant about those things. But I absolutely do intend to begin training and tormenting you physically as well as emotionally. And at the same time, I do want you teased before we lock you in this device.
I want you to remember the feel of my hand on your cock ... the feel of humping against my boot ... for the next month - at least a month - while we keep your cock locked in steel. Crawl across the room ... pick up the bag in your teeth ...and bring it to me."
With no hesitation he turned and crawled across the room - picked the bag up in his teeth and dragged it across the floor to Her on all fours and held it up to Her in his teeth as he knelt in front of Her. She took the bag ... and removed the collar ... and placed it on his neck. Then She removed the leash ... and clipped it to the collar.
She gave the leash a small jerk and said "stay" ... and walked from the room. She returned a few moments later ... wearing her thigh high boots ... and took the end of the leash back in Her hand.
She sat back on the bed ... took a sip of Her wine ... handed him a stocking he had also been told to put into the bag ... and instructed him to tie his cock and balls tight as he had done for Her before.
When he was done, She reached down and took the tip of his cock in Her fingers ... not wrapping Her fingers around his cock, but using the tips of Her fingers over the tip of his cock ... softly stroking just the top third or so of his cock ... feeling it swell in Her fingers.
She knew this teased him ... and She smiled and said ... "I have been waiting for this since last December ... to watch you hump like a bitch in heat. I have always wanted you as My pet - but I think you may just now be ready to be trained as my little bitch slut. If you hump my boot like a good bitch, I will be sure you are well teased before I lock Your cock and pocket the key. Show me what a good puppy bitch you are going to be for me"
She gently pulled on the leash and pulled his head toward Her lap ... until Her booted leg was between his legs. "Just place My cock against the boot ... and hold it there pet" she whispered.
He leaned forward and placed his hard bound cock against the boot. As often as he had thought about it, he had never humped for a woman before ... and was very excited about what he hoped was to come.
She took his chin in Her hand ... and told him to look into Her eyes ...and to begin softly humping Her leg for Her. And he slowly began humping his cock into Her leg.
She told him how hot he looked to Her ... kneeling there ... legs spread ... Ass humping against Her leg ...
Her looking into his eyes ... as if trying to look into his soul. And then he softly moaned from the pleasure ... from his need for more ... and she said ... Good boy, hump more for me ...
And he began to thrust his cock more forcefully against her leg ...
And She started talking to him ... I want to make you my pet ... I want to teach you ... train you ... push you ...
I like the idea of you as My bitch ... you want that don’t you? Hump faster my bitch ...
And he did ... moaning from need ... feeling Her touch on his face ...
That combination ... the mixture of the decadence of humping her leg combined with the beauty of the softness of Her touch on his face ... was driving him deeper
And She talked to him more ... even as he continued moaning ...
"I want to help grow these needs in you ...
We are going to torment you tonite ... start you off in chastity in a state of desperate need. I am going to tease you deeply tonite .. then lock your cock and not touch it for a month. And enjoy every second of it ...
And he moaned deeply.
She loved watching the way he looked kneeling there ... humping Her leg.
She would have him do this often over the coming months ... while he was suckling Her breast.
She told him to stop ... and crawl up next to Her on Her bed. She instructed him to lie next to Her ... with his head in Her lap ... so he could suckle Her breast while She continued teasing him ...
She placed Her nipple in his mouth ... and didn't even have to say anything ...
She knew she wouldn't ... knew that his need would be enough to cause him to begin to suckle without being told.
She then told him to spread his legs for Her and bend his knees ... so his cock ... HER cock ... was completely available to Her.
"I know you like to edge your cock when you masturbate. I know most of your thoughts and feelings from our conversations ... your emails ... the stories you send Me. However, I absolutely want you teased before we lock the steel cage on your cock and balls.
So I am going to edge your cock ... and you will tell me when you need to stop ...
And show me how to bring you right to the edge ...and keep you there ... while i lay here and sip my wine."
And she reached into the bag he had handed Her with his teeth moments earlier ... pulled out the bottle of lube she had told him to put in the bag and poured some over his cock
He was already very swollen from humping Her leg ... and throbbing. She poured more lube on the head of his cock and began stroking his cock slowly. He was moaning again around Her nipple almost immediately. He had wanted to be in this position since the first time they had discussed it ... and the power of Her taking this much control of him ... was pouring thru him as he was sure She knew it would be.
Because of the state he was in ... and how long it had been since his last orgasm, he was quickly very close to cumming ... and looked up at Her as She stroked him, pushing him closer to the edge. She was watching his mouth suckle Her ... glancing at his eyes from time to time. When he got close he looked up at Her and she said to keep sucking ... and She pushed him even closer to the edge ... and then She began only stroking Her hand in one direction ... simply stroking his cock upward. Knowing She could continue this endlessly without allowing him to cum. And he moaned deeply into Her breast as he suckled ... a moan She could tell was of deeper need rising within him. She continued stroking, loving the feeling of his mouth on Her nipple - loving the way he hungered for Her breast. And used Her whole hand to stroke the entire length of his cock, coming all the way up over the head ... squeezing the head as She stroked up over it ... but stroking in only one direction. Only stroking upward ...
Perfect for what She wanted ... to keep him in that extreme state of need.
When he had calmed a bit ... she simply said ... "Again"
And She started to stroke his cock up and down again. Then she said ... "this time I want to push you until you need Me to not touch your cock.
She stroked it up and down strongly ... moving Her entire hand up over the head with each stroke ... watching how sensitive the head of his cock was by his sounds and the jerking of his body. And She kept going until he had to beg Her to stop.
She told him to stop suckling ... and to tell Her how he was feeling ... and he simply moaned and begged Her to stop and lock his cock away.
She told him to kneel on the floor ... that she wasn't quite done with him yet ...
He crawled to where Her feet were ... and began to lap at them with his lips and tongue like Her hungry well trained puppy. When he had calmed a bit ...she said "I want you to edge your cock for Me now - and when you get close I want you to use both hands ..and stroke that cock in only one direction for me. And be sure to squeeze the head with each stroke and keep it good and sensitive for me pet.
He stroked his cock until it was very hard again ... and then began to stroke up the length of his cock only ... alternating from one hand to the other ... only stroking his cock in one direction. He had told Her how sensitizing this is ... and how it is extremely hard for a male cock to cum when only being stroked in one direction.
She was watching him intently ... obviously enjoying the show he was putting on for Her. Obviously enjoying the control ... and the state she was bringing him to.
While he was stroking for Her ...She said to him ... I didn't plan originally on Me teasing you ... but I wanted you to remember My touch for the next month while we torment you. And She thought to Herself ... if he continues to behave and obey and serve as he has been and is doing tonite, we may just be ok.
After about 5 minutes of stroking in only one direction it was obvious he was in desperate need ... and she again said stop ... and told him to untie his cock and balls ... and again pointed at Her feet.
She knew he wanted to be suckling Her breast. Knew they had discussed him suckling until he drew Her milk. But they would get to that ... would get to Her feeding him. For now Her little bitch in training would settle for Her feet - and suffer to earn the right to suckle at Her breast.
When She was sure he had calmed down ... she tugged gently at the leash and pulled him toward Her. She sat up ... and took the package in Her hands - looked down at him ... and said simply "Are you ready to begin your training as my bitch?"
He nodded and said Yes Mistress.
She opened the package ... and showed him each part of the steel cage as She opened it. When she had all the parts out, She tugged gently up on the leash, indicating he should stand before Her.
"I have decided I want to place this on you ... and lock it. And I want you to watch as I do it.
She took the ring part of the cage ... and placed it around his cock and balls - pulling the ring closed to see how it fit - but being careful not to touch his cock with Her fingers.
She next told him to hold the ring part - while she took the cage part of the device ...and slipped it over the end of his cock ... again doing Her best to minimize how much She actually touched his cock.
She was going to make him wait ... as much as She possibly could.
She told him to hold the pieces together ... while she unwrapped the lock.
She held it over the device ...and looked him right in the eye.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes my Mistress" he whispered ...
And she said ... "Then beg"
And he did ... from a place in his soul that he had never been to before. And as he begged, She slid the top of the lock thru the two pieces ... and then with Her free hand, before she locked it - She reached down ..and softly caressed under his balls ... and again looked him in the eyes ...
And whispered again ... "Beg bitch"
And as he stood before Her ... with Her one hand barely caressing the bottom of his testicles ... Her other hand holding the lock just before closing it ... he begged Her to lock the steel cage on him and train him to become Her bitch.
"More" she whispered ... and caressed him slower ...
And he begged more ... almost a whine now ...
And he saw Her smile ... and heard the sound he had been waiting for.
The clasp of the lock closing.
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Tilting his head back, eyes closed,
"Do you want to feel me", I ask.
"Yes, please", I hear him whisper.
I watch him drift within himself as I touch him,
So still he kneels,
Obediently and needing.
I watch his body tense and relax with anticipation.
Touching him softly and firmly I hear him breathe in slowly.
I see the trust in his face,
And the want in me grows with each moment.
Increasing his painful pleasure with each touch,
I see his eyebrows knit as I grow closer to his edge.
Should I press on, should I explore him further?
Watching him,
Drinking in his every move with my eyes,
I hear him breathe "Please".
My inner most being shivers and quakes at the sound of the word,
Unconsciously I lick my lips in pleasure.
I watch his breaths start to come in short bursts and pants.
In my grasp he gives himself to me,
As I press my lips against his to fill him with my strength and to inhale his screams.
I watch him crumble to the floor into a heap of delightful euphoria,
For he's had a glimpse of my powerful world.
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To be her thing ... her toy ...
That is what i want, what i have always wanted.
What i think of, lying there awake or dreaming--not sure which.
To exist as her object. To be used for her pleasure. To have no say--none.
How would one explain this wish to be used, to be abused, to any "normal" human being?
Don't we all desire "respect"? Isn't the very idea of respect of persons central to our entire ethical and political system? How could one possibly explain the craving, the deep need, to be used like an object in a culture that practices but also decries objectification? "No self-respecting person would want THAT!"
A Mistress understands, for example, that it is good to make you kneel naked before her, to make you beg to lick Her black high heels, to make you lay there, open and available and vulnerable, on the floor at Her feet, to have you beg Her to give you the slightest amount of attention (thinking all the while of whether you are in any way worthy of having Her fuck your ass, which you are not). These things a Mistress understands. And she does not judge. All she demands, requires, is your absolute submission.
* * * * *
To submit absolutely to the will of another.
Why? Why do you desire that? These are empty questions. It is what you crave, what you need. It is neither pathological nor admirable. It just is what it is. The others ("society") does not understand. But neither do those who write their BDSM stories on line ... those who appeal merely to the prurient desires, but without any understanding of what it means to serve, to need very deeply to serve Her—and to derive one's sense of self-respect from that total submission.
Because when you are used in that way, you are special. It is only then that you feel really alive.
Then, when She takes over your very being, possessing your body and your mind, freeing you from having to enact the fantasy of a "free subject."
This freedom of which they speak, what can it mean compared to the feeling of Her heel pressed into your chest, daring you to breathe without Her permission?
What can it mean, this freedom, compared to being at Her disposal, to do as she likes with you?
What can it mean to be free if you are not in the presence of Her, the Goddess who alone gives your miserable existence meaning?
* * * * *
To be available.
In the "position," on all fours, ass high, hoping to be fucked.
What you want. What you have always wanted.
You lie awake, dreaming of Her black stiletto heel, pressing on your ass, sliding up your anus, taking you over.
Shoved in your gaping mouth, gagging you.
Feeling the edge, you know not whether She will spare you, give you one more chance to please Her.
* * * * *
To be humiliated - treated like the worthless object that you are.
To hear Her voice as it rips apart your very being.
Strip you of any pride, value, worth. Strip you of all that you are.
Only then do you really exist.
* * * * *
To be penetrated
Force-fucked, so hard that you feel yourself split wide open and exposed to Her view.
With no respite, nowhere to hide.
That is what you want, slut. Recognize who you are, what you are.
A hole to be filled, nothing more.
This emptiness, an abyss of self-abnegation that you shamelessly expose to Her view.
* * * * *
To be suspended
Tied up, bound, hung from a simple rope, dangling there, waiting for Her touch.
Not knowing if She will come to you today, not knowing if She will grant you existence by virtue of Her very presence.
Waiting, hanging on Her every gesture, in agitated anticipation of Her voice.
Release.
* * * * *
To give yourself
Give yourself over, completely.
"Mistress."
The name sticks in your throat, threatening to destroy you, promising to save you.
Losing, yielding your will to Her.
Feeling the pleasure in the sacrifice, sensing the meaning in her arbitrary commands.
Only then are you confronted with your freedom, the contingency of your existence.
Only then are you alive to who you are.
Recognize this hole in your very being.
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An interesting article I found ...
This basic dynamic between them is evident in all aspects of their life together. She is the decision-maker. She is the boss. She decides how their money and free time is to be spent. She decides who should do what in their division of household labors and responsibilities. She makes the rules...and he complies without any argument -- ever. This dynamic is also readily apparent in their sex life. The Lady makes it abundantly clear that, because women are superior--God's final pinnacle of creation, after all--sex should always be for the woman's pleasure and satisfaction first. This boy agrees completely. He has realized that when a man directs his sexual energies exclusively towards the goal of pleasing his woman, that somehow, paradoxically, he would end up more satisfied in the end than if he concerned himself with his own pleasure. It was just one more of the sophisticated, profound truths that have been revealed to him.
There is a technique called "orgasm rationing". She had discovered long ago that men are extremely willing and eager to please a woman when they think they might be rewarded with an orgasm. This is why men behave like such gentlemen during early courtship. Conversely, men are inclined to become lazy and disinterested in anything but themselves if they are sexually indulged too often.
So she carefully rationed The Lad's orgasms. She permitted him to come on average of about once a week. Oftentimes, he had to wait longer than that between ejaculations--sometimes several weeks. Other times, however, she'd make him come two or three times in one day, sometimes several days in a row. But that was rare. In the end, though, he never quite knew what to expect--it was always her call--and this kept him on the edge, in a perpetually heightened state of excitement, and ever so eager to please her. She took advantage of that basic component of male psychology which reasons that perhaps an orgasm might be the reward if the man first pleases (and pleases and pleases) his mate.
To stoke his fires and thus fuel his eagerness to please her all the more, she would play with his penis constantly--even as she denied him the release of having an orgasm. Yes, she really understood men! Getting him erect, teasing him for long periods of time, but then stopping before he came would put him in a state of frenzy. For him, it felt like hours and days of continuous foreplay. She had him eating out of the palm of her hand (and other parts too--but more on that later!).
For example, almost every night, when they watched television together, she would casually reach over and grasp his penis. (This was easy to do since he was usually nude.) Then she might begin to squeeze and massage it until he was fully erect. She did this as casually as most women might hold a man's hand. This would go on for maybe a half-hour, an hour, sometimes longer. But she never (or at least almost never) stroked him vigorously enough to trigger an orgasm. Then, eventually, she'd just as casually let go and resume watching TV as if nothing had happened, smirking to herself as she watched his erection linger for a while, then subside. This drove him crazy.
In the mornings, he might awaken pleasantly to find her stroking or sucking his penis. She'd stimulate him for five or ten minutes this way, only to stop suddenly, smile, and impishly declare, "Time to get up!"
Other times, he might be in the kitchen, doing the dishes (again, nude, and again, doing household chores by her direction), and she'd saunter up behind him, reach around and grab him by the balls. "These are my balls!" she'd declare. "Think I'll play with them for a while, while you do the dishes. You don't mind, do you?"
Other times still, perhaps while she was supervising one of his workouts, she'd spontaneously take his cock into her mouth. She'd suck vigorously, sometimes until he felt he was going to come. But he had long ago been instructed to tell her as soon as he felt he was getting near "the point of no return," at which point, she would stop her ministrations. But then start again. Some days, she'd play with him like this repeatedly, using her mouth, hands, feet, massage oil, etc., bringing him to the brink over and over again, but not following through to orgasm. However, on the occasions when she did follow though, he would erupt like Mt. Vesuvius. He came to understand that what he was giving up in terms of quantity as far as orgasms were concerned was far outweighed by quality. No orgasm is as powerful or as mind-blowing as one that occurs unexpectedly, following long bouts of teasing and denial. He would rather ejaculate only once every week or two at her discretion and have it be an explosion, than merely have ordinary orgasms whenever he felt like it. Again, The Lady understood this profound secret truth about men and it made her irresistible. She had virtually spoiled him for any other woman.
Just because The Lad's orgasms were rationed, however, in no way meant that The Lady's were. To the contrary! She loved to receive sexual pleasure and thus did so often. She had long ago coached The Lad to be very proficient with his lips and tongue.
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