SubmersionXX

http://www.domme-chronicles.com/2012/07/submissive-men-a-celebration-of-beauty.html

<3 !

http://xhamster.com/movies/684764/a_very_loving_handjob_part_2.html

Also: amazing.

http://video.xnxx.com/video728115/tease_denial_edging_and_ruined

Being touched ever so lightly--barely the tip of the finger, across any part of my body--turns me on immeasurably.  

I have a fantasy of being strapped tightly down and feather-teased for a terribly long time.  I fear it would drive me insane.  If you added a beautiful pair of feet to the mix, the torment would be nearly unbearable.  ...such delicious suffering.

Curious about urethral sounds.  ...though also kind of terrified.

My all-time favorite edging/tease and denial video.  I love this so much.  ...the woman who'll keep me this way can keep me forever.

http://xxxbunker.com/edgeing_hj_ruined

want.

http://xhamster.com/movies/1031721/brutal_chastity_tease.html

...this drives me INSANE.

It's funny to me how shy I can get sometimes.   ...considering how much I seem to enjoy putting myself on display.  I do believe in the philosophy that you have to step up and do the things that scare you if you're going to grow as an individual.  I think partly I'm trepidatious about reaching out sometimes because I know that if I do, I'll commit to following through; one thing I refuse to be is a flake.  So I suppose I'm careful about taking that step.  Better to be safe I suppose, but also to not stay too long in one's comfort zone.

(That said, it's remarkable to me how many people I've found who are lifting their photos and information from other dommes across the country.  It's not hard to figure out, through the magic of Google.  Just sayin.)

drat... photo uploader seems to be on the fritz.

I'm not sure how long I could last in chastity.  It would be interesting to try--the idea of someone else being completely in charge of your orgasms is exciting, no doubt.  Maybe being let out only when securely bound, only to be mercilessly teased and locked back up.  Might drive me completely insane though.

Would be fun to try a session in chastity to start.  I do know that when I'm locked down I'm incredibly turned on.  It's like a tide of preorgasmic fluid that I can't control.

Ever since I was pre-pubescent, I've had two things that specifically were turn-ons for me, the things I'd fantasized about.

One was the beautiful sole of a woman's foot.

The other was being bound and teased by a dominant woman.

These still stick in my mind the most, the fetishes that are the most deep-seated. I've explored these in a multitude of ways over the years, but it's an itch that can never be fully satisfied. I'm grateful for that, really--there's always an opportunity to dip back into that pool of titillation. I'm always open for the chance to be strapped down at someone else's mercy--toes at my lips and an arch at my aching member, barely touched, gently taunted and completely helpless. O sweetness to devoutly be wished.

I  love the idea of submitting to a top who's speaking to me in a very sweet, nurturing voice while doing terribly cruel things to me.

I kind of love the idea of being made to wear an open-mouth gag--one of those dental gags that holds the jaws wide.  Bound and teased and unable to keep the saliva from slipping from my mouth and ending up streaming down my chest, my stomach, and lower.  A subtly humility and surrender of control of a basic bodily reaction.  The thought of it gets me a little hot.

Which reminds me.  I have an incredible oral fixation.  I just do. 

Any part of the body against my lips, my tongue, inside my mouth, and I'm satisfied.  For hours. 

Funny, that.

 Somehow, feet are always sexually stimulating to me.

It's not easy to explain--I mean, fetishes really aren't, in general; they're by-products of how we're wired.  But it's more than a little fascinating to me.  This quirky part of my brainstem.  I can recall even way back in my youth, before I knew what "sexy" even WAS, being fascinated with the sole of the foot in ways I did not understand.

I have a bit of an extremity fetish, really.  Hands and feet, the arc of an arch or the curve of a seductive finger.  Having a soft palm cupped over my mouth is arousing.  But admittedly, not nearly as much so as having my mouth pressed against the soft ball of your foot.  Having your toes tease across the surface of open lips, as I lie prostrate in front of you.  Or the barest, softest touch of your middle toe on the tip of my cock.  A tiny string of slickness that clings and connects us at that most intimate and teasing moment.  Then disappears as I wait, blood pulsing in my temples.

I also have a thing for the backs of the knees.  Nice place to put a tongue, I think.  N'est-ce pas?

Curios kinkthought of the week.  Been wondering what it would be like to be made to really fuck someone with a strapon while locked in chastity.  Even if only temporary chastity.  There's something so poetically at odds with itself about it, layers of simultaneous dominance and submission.  These kinds of things intrigue me.

I've been particularly curious, fascinated even, with the idea of CBT lately. In honesty I suppose I always have been--it seems I was experimenting with it with myself when I first discovered self-stimulation in preadolescence. Not the ballbusting variety, so much as the tight binding and the clips and slaps and whatever else one might employ to make one really squirm. Coupled with the tease, being brought to the edge only to be brought back with sharper stimulation of a different sort. Something about the idea of being bound down, completely still and helpless while your most vulnerable self is at the mercy of another.

I love the teasing touch.  Where there's *barely* contact, just a sliver of connection, a streaking line of the tip of the finger along the inside of a thigh, just behind the crotch, just around the head. 

And there's nothing quite like being teased in a stallion guard.  It's kind of the non-chastity chastity device; you could never use it to fuck, but it doesn't forbid pleasure.  It impedes... regulates, controls.  Especially when, hands bound, it's at the mercy of another.

The cupping caress of a soft hand around is barely felt through the metal bars.  A fingertip around the balls and the flesh starts to swell, to fill the cage, pressing against the metal in hope of more sensation.  Then a pause, a moment to relax, and another glancing caress.  The swelling again. 

The cage kind of holds you aloft and semi-erect to begin with; balls separate and framed in leather straps.  A better target for skillful digits.  A soft stroke, thumb and forefinger along the top and bottom.  As the head swells it presses up against the front ring, not quite able yet to squeeze through; the aperture stretched open ever so slightly in the struggle.  A circling finger around the tip eases out it's lubricating fluid.  The anticipation builds, a quiver in the belly that begs for release. 

Strokes along the sides, more quickly, felt more tightly against quadrants of skin pressing through metal bars.  Enough to stimulate, but the distance between metal and skin--the slightest of disparities caused by the device--leaves release an impossibility.  And always, the maddening pauses.  Then a twirl at the tip.  As  the cock hardens it pulls the leather against and between, the whole arrangement tightening just ever so painfully.

I can be kept this way indefinitely.

At last hands draw the tip through the constricting ring.  A soft click as the corona slips past, slick with its own secretions.  Mercilessly encircled with the slowest of motion. 

Then, ever so slightly faster. 

And by degrees again. 

The shaft tightly constricted by metal, leather cutting into balls, swelling pain against swelling pleasure, until. 

A crashing wave of release against the leather burn of resistance. 



Ever at the mercy of another.