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i am a submissive man. i am pliable, adventurous, and energetic. In the vanilla world, i am commanding, charismatic, and in control. However, in my relationships i look for a strong, Dominant, intelligent Woman to take the lead.
i am as much interested in what a Domme reads as what She does with me. That being said, i will share why i am here and a bit about who i am so that i might find an appropriate Domme.
Why im here
i lack sexual discipline, so i seek a Domme that will control my desires, and my orgasms through tease and denial, edging, chastity, and forced orgasm. i seek to serve at Her pleasure, at Her pace, at Her needs, with my own sexual needs taking a back seat to everything She demands.
What i offer
If She smiles because i service Her sexual needs, i am fulfilled. If She laughs because She enjoys, teasing, torturing, or humiliating me, i am fulfilled. If She smirks because i whimper in pain, beg for attention, a flush with embarrassment, i am fulfilled. In essence, my fulfillment is Her fulfillment.
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Completion:
my last round. Dinner was refreshing. i truly needed the break and the nourishment. i know sperm is so small in mass but i feel like i lost 5 pounds today.
Evening is on my side. Now with time is there for me. No more pressure to get things done. i settle into a comfortable position, my knees still aching from the last round. The ache in my balls mirrors my knees. i'm not built for this.
i settle back into some pillows and imagine it's Your thighs embracing me. As they warm, my cramped hand starts its work. my tiered cock sits softly in my hand as i close my eyes and try to work up the energy and focus needed.
Is She laughing at me? Such a simple task, right? How many times have i done this before?
Stroke, sob, stroke, sob. This isn't working. i settle in more hoping the thought of You soft warm thighs will help more. It does help.
Slow and steady. my tired arm can handle nothing more. It protests slightly, but at a level easily ignored.
Thighs, whispers, teasing, thinking of Your shower.
Whispers, teasing, warm thighs.
30 minutes this time. Sweat poured off my forehead as i gasping reach the climax. i'm spent, body worn as if i'd run a marathon. my cock is on fire and my balls achingly empty.
i pray She knows how She tortured me with pleasure.
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Attempt #3
Late afternoon makes for an odd time for me to do this but i know that if i wait to late i'll never make number 4. A day of errands, chores, etc. already makes me slip into a space of support, service, and doing for others.
i'm hoping that this mindspace helps in my task. Again, no external stimulation, torture in itself. i haven't masturbated without visual, verbal or text stimulation since i was a teenager. Compound that with my two previous orgasms and i'm not even sure i can get it up.
It's slow. Lots of lube in hopes of helping. this time, i've snuck into the bathroom and knelt on the floor. i imagine Her showering and having me wait outside with a plush towel for her. my presence here is for Her comfort and convenience. This moment of humility helps me put some energy into my task.
i can no longer get as hard as i was this morning, my semi-turbid cock is mocking me, i think. Time is all i can hope for. Time enough to build the steam to produce for Her. Produce that third orgasm She demanded. Time enough before being interrupted by the outside world.
10 minutes creep by and my mind tries to flash back to Her singing to Herself in the shower as if I wasn't even there. 20 minutes and my muscles ache. What does She smell like? What would She say right now if She were here. That i couldn't complete.
Finally, that thought, the idea that She holds me in contempt for my failure to produce that sends me over. This time, though, no crashing orgasm, no sense of fulfillment, rather just a measly shuddering and a trickle. my entire groin aching with over use. Number four makes me afraid. |
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Attempt #2. After having cum already, this second try was more difficult. Firstly, no visual stimulation made it difficult to get hard. Secondly, my arm was already worked out from the first one. i'm going to need to take a break.
i started out just trying to get hard again. i tried to imagine Her taunting me. Whispering in my ear.
"Can't get it up boy? Aren't You man enough. Close Your eyes and think of me. Don't you want me? Don't I stimulate you? Come on boy, get it up."
That helped a little. Knowing She ordered this. i wondered what Her expression would be, me pathetically stroking trying to complete. Arm tiered, previously drained. Could I do it? Could I complete? 20 minutes pass, short of breath, burning muscles. Finally, an ache in my balls signaled the time was coming.
Now, i feel so empty, drained. A dull ache for my entire groin. My shriveled little guy, sore and sad. He hasn't worked this hard in years. Can i make it to number three? I need a break. |
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She said today was a test. Take the most times i've ever come in a day and double it. That means four times in a day. Thank goodness I haven't been a cum glutton before. Now i need to complete it in one day. That makes me nervous. Can i handle it? How will i make it to the end? On top of that, i get no stimulation other than my own thoughts. No porn, no contact with Her, just me in a room with my hand and my little guy.
My first attempt was easy, morning wood and a time to take care of things. 15 minutes, a little thrill at re-reading Her instructions. and i'm ready to to cum. "Thank You Miss," tumbled out of my mouth as my body twitched with pleasure.
i wonder what She's thinking as She reads this knowing that She made this happen?
Time to clean up the mess. |
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A fun little tale for you all.
"I need some new clothes," She said.
"Yes Miss," i nervously replied. i was nervous because i saw that sparke in Her eye. That sparkle wasn't because She was going to make me pay, She refused to have me buy her things. She told me it made Her feel like a kept woman and if anything, i was Her kept boy.
We arrived at Macy's after a quiet ride. It was mid-day so it was quite busy. She had me hold Her purse as we wondered around the racks. She picked up a dress or two, considering, measuring, and then declining. Finally, She took me by the hand to the men's area. She randomly grabbed a couple of shirts and then lead me to the dressing rooms.
Stepping up to the door, She leaned in and whispered. "Go in hang these up and strip. You will kneel facing the mirror and start stroking," She handed me some lube. "You will listen carefully and follow instructions as You do." She handed me the shirts pushed me inside and closed the door. Luckily it wasn't one of those doors that only covers from the knees up, or this could have been impossible.
i stepped inside and did as instructed. Kneeling, stroking, nervous, i struggled to get an erection. My nerves were obviously effecting performance. None the less, i persevered. After a brief period, which seemed like forever, i heard Her voice through the door.
"That's it pet, think of me out here. Looking patient as if waiting for my man. But we know the truth, I don't wait for You, You wait ON me." i heard Her giggle. i continued stroking, the humiliation and fear mixing a dangerous cocktail.
"Faster boy, don't make li'l ol' me wait to long for my big strong man." i accelerated my pace. She was right, the faster i did this, the less chance of being caught. my breath was catching now, i was sure the whole store could hear me. Evidently, She could.
"Good boy. I know your are close. Just remember, no leaving a mess. It's not fair to the store to have to clean up your mess. You'll have to find something to do with it." i knew exactly what She meant. i didn't like it, but i knew that it made Her happy so i would do it.
Within moments of Her command i was ready. i started shuddering, i heard Her giggling more. She knew it was coming and what i would do for Her.
Finally, i came. Hard, fast and short. Much like this stroking session. i captured everything in my hand with a stifled grunt. "Ha ha," She laughed a little louder as i started lapping up my own orgasm.
"Everything okay Miss?" i heard a stranger's voice.
"Oh yes. Just a little inside joke with my boyfriend. He should be out shortly," She responded.
Humiliated, shivering now that my sweat was cooling in the air conditioning, i quickly dressed and exited the room. i'm sure i was flushed, and blushing beat red as She frolicked next to me toward the exit the hint of a skip in Her step.
"Good boy," She snickered as She patted my bum, exiting the building. |
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I just discovered that I think I am a skoliosexual. |
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All I want for Valentine’s Day is two-three hours of orgasm denial, then a earth shattering, mind blowing, toe curling orgasm. |
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To the Diva with whom i was corresponding, i am unable to message You back because i've been blocked. :( |
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A snowy day off of work. Yay, happy birthday to me! |
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Part 1
I had an hour and thirty minute ride to Her house. That’s a long 90 minutes to contemplate potential. Potential passion, potential arousal, potential fear, potential pain. I knew there would be all of those at some point that day. We had never met in person. This would be exciting, dangerous, new, mysterious.
Greeted at the door warmly… hugs and kisses… I immediately felt welcome. Which made it easier and less awkward when She ordered me to stand still for inspection. My body was buzzing in anticipation and my head was swimming with the scents of her home and her womanly pheromones. Then suddenly I was naked. I know that there was an order to strip somewhere in there but her curvy beauty was enough of a distraction to negate any conscious hesitance I might have had.
After a sensual mauling all hands lips and moans, I spent the next hours on my knees getting to know Her. We chatted as She lounged on the couch. Her sharing stories insights and thoughts all the while I answered Her questions between tasty nibbles and licks of Her toes and delicate feet. It was a nice bonding time, She put me at great ease and it reaffirmed my choice to come the Her call.
Her skin was delicious. The view was lovely. Dark hair, smooth skin, Her ample breasts spilling from her bustier. Interestingly as She placed a hood over me to turn my focus away from the visual delights, it expanded my focus away from my eyes and to my body as a whole. My entire being was filled with erotic energy. My sexual arousal was not simply held in my cock, like so many of my sexual encounters in life. It wasn’t about just getting laid. I, in fact, had no expectation of sexual intercourse at all that day. Instead, my entire body became a sexual organ lead by my headspace instead of my little head.
Bent over the couch, hood in place, Her hands all over me, her feet toying with my dangling manhood I was suddenly very vulnerable. That’s when the flogger came out. A growl, a swat, a caress of leather, a giggle a swat, a grunt. For what seemed like hours this ritual played out over my bare back and bum. Wanting to prove my worth, I sternly resisted the urge to move, to rub, to squirm… somewhat successfully. As my head filled with sensation, my skin filled with fire, I heard Her growling and mewling with pleasure. I could only remain still and receive Her attention all the more proudly for making Her happy, for giving Her satisfaction.
The flames of my skin became even more heated with the trading of the flogger for a cane. This was explosive and pierced any disassociation I might have had in the face of flogging. I’m certain it was this crashing pain after each swat that broke my will to remain still and focused. My brain was wild inside as stroke after stroke hit me. Blessedly, She was gentle at introducing me to Her toy. Just when the flames would overwhelm can a lurid but refreshing caress of ice.
As earlier, in Her inspections of me, Her hands manipulated my flesh. This time, however, it was red, angry, and weakened. The gift of Her hands holding the ice, however, was a ministration my agitated hind quarter were so glad to endure. More to come… |
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| Age: 22 |
| Alberta,
Canada |
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