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I had an interesting exchange with another Dom discussing the differences/ similarity between breast play and worship.  Yes, I do enjoy communication with other (female) Doms.  I would say the biggest difference is that I cause my sub to become hyper-aware of their breasts while says she is already very aware of her breasts. 

Like any activity I think breast play requires time to warm up.  I typically start at the outer edges; a facial caress that trails from the jaw line and throat stopping just short of the breasts.  The breast lymph nodes and nerves begin back under the arms and upper chest/shoulders.  Caressing and massaging these areas is a good starting place.  Tying the arms behind the head or behind the back causes the back to arch, thrusting the breasts out, and lifting them up. This in turn causes an increased awareness of their weight.  

After slowly working my way in I finally begin to caress the breasts sliding my hands from the body toward the nipples.  At this point I may remove any bindings, changing her posture so that she is bent over, breasts hanging, causing the blood to head toward her nipples, increasing their sensitivity.  Now my touch will finally include her nipples, starting with the areola and moving in to the nipples themselves.  

Once the breasts and nipples have become sensitive to the touch my touch becomes rougher, caresses become deep kneading.  Nipple clamps, breast bondage and impact play may come next: again my goal is to create hyper-awareness and hyper sensitivity.

Thoughts for today.

“A lot of people are afraid to say what they want. That's why they don't get what they want.” -Madonna

"The greatest prison people live in is the fear of what other people think". – David Icke

"To share your weakness is to make yourself vulnerable; to make yourself vulnerable is to show your strength." - Criss Jami

Thought for the day - "You didn't come here to make a choice. You already made it. You're here to try to understand why you made it."

instigator (noun)

From Latin instigator (“stimulator”)

1. A person who intentionally incites or starts something, especially one that starts trouble.

Last weekend's Sunday motorcycle ride made me greedy. I was hoping that Monday, my next day off, would be at the warm and pretty part of this current warm/cold spring cycle we're going through.  Looks like rain and a good day to stay inside.

Today's rain carried the smell of spring.  warmer weather is on then way.

Tomorrow is supposed to be even prettier than today.  I have a floating day off this week because I worked on my last scheduled day off.  I think I'll hit the road on the Harley......

Some thought on Sensual Domination.  Much of this was found while browsing and struck a cord with me.  I've edited and consolidated it to fit my thoughts:

Sensual Domination is not the lighter side of BDSM, but a controlled focus of passion and lust with sensuality as its base using all of the senses to achieve an elevated state mind. It doesn't necessarily mean abandoning activities that involve pain. It means using them in a sensual way, blending any pain with pleasure. It's about introducing different types of stimulation to all of the senses consistent with this purpose. The effects can have a lingering effect with the inner spirit rather than the adverse conditioning associated with the harsher formats being more physical. This activity can become a part of you and your dreams

The Sensual Dom dominates through romance. They strive to make the sub tremble from the softest caress, melt with their words or a look and yet also apply what they see as necessary to the sub for their pleasure. This can be a spanking, bondage or other forms of more physical ideas. This type of Dom does not use pain for pain's sake or punishment for just to see their sub cry or hurt, but may/will do this to fulfill the needs of the sub. They have an energy that can be felt without touching and their touch can raise passion, lust and desire. Looking into their eyes brings understanding.

I guess with all of the East coast snowed in we have overloaded the CM mail system. It's taking 3 or 4 tries to send messages.

He watches as you leave the bathroom; fresh make up, hair styled, wearing only a pair of black thigh-highs. Crossing the room, you kneel at his feet.  As he takes your hand, you stand, feet shoulder width apart, arms out, parallel to the ground.  He loops a rope over your shoulders. It twists several times before passing between your legs and looping back around your hips.  He works quietly.  Each crossing of the intricate pattern must be placed just so, before he is satisfied. The rope weaves front and back creating a diamond shaped pattern across your body that ends just under your breasts.  This tie does not restrict your movement but is simply visually stimulating for him.  He steps back to inspect his work.  He twirls his finger and you turn around. He makes a final adjustment and then is satisfied. The door clicks shut behind him as leaves to find a table in the restaurant.  The rope is soft, and while the bindings are not over tight, they are constrictive enough that you do notice it.  It gives you a secure feeling, as if the rope contains a never ending hug from Him. You slip on a clingy red dress.  You realize that the back plunges low enough that the rope pattern is visible.  Your face begins to shade a light red, as you also realize that the rope pattern prints very clearly though the thin material just as plainly as your erect nipples. He opens the door and you turn down the hallway. His hand at your back traces the pattern of the rope as you wait for the elevator doors to open. You pray there is no one inside. Amazingly you make it through the elevator and out the lobby door without attracting too much attention.  Thankfully, you think, the walk to the restaurant is not far.  You can feel the evening air caressing your breasts and the ropes looped between your legs pulls you open slightly with each step.

He elects to sit on the patio, sparing you a wait in the crowded seating area. He stands and pulls out your chair and you feel the cool metal of the wrought iron against your legs, just above the top of your thigh-high stockings. He has chosen an area against the wall, under some trees so that you are seated in shadow.  He sits very close. He tilts his head inward toward yours and you look exactly like what you are: two lovers wrapped up in each other’s presence. At his whispered command you place your wrists on the table. He hand rests lightly on your thigh before sliding up your leg.  You shiver and your skin goose-bumps.  He turns further toward you, laying his other hand across the table. He whispers again and you lean forward allowing him to surreptitiously tweak your nipple. You groan a little as he holds tightly when you sit back again. His fingers lay lightly on the back of your hand, an intimate symbol of possession. He reaches over to move an errant wisp of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. The patio becomes more crowded as your drinks arrive.  You’ve begun to notice a few furtive glances from others seated around you.  They seem to sense the electrically charged air around you and you are glad that only appetizers were ordered. Almost possessively he feeds you.  He is completely absorbed with you and does not seem to notice that others are around.  Suddenly you are surrounded by clapping and singing. A white lie has produced a candle in cheese cake and a crowd of wait staff singing off key. Now you know every eye is on you as everyone turns to join in the song and clap.  You can feel the heat on your face. Once the check has been paid you stand up to leave quickly smoothing your short dress as it rises up.  Again you blush as you imagine all eyes are on you, visually tracing the pattern of the rope under your dress.  Indeed, as you lift your eyes you spy a few hungry glances. His hand rests in the small of your back between the rope patterns as he guides you out of the restaurant.

I was asked about the meaning behind my user name again last week; then asked why I don't explain it in my profile.

Asking about it provides a perfect ice breaker. If you're wondering, just ask.

It appears that I have a fascination with nipple clamps. Current count is 6 different styles - not counting the everyday clothes pin and plastic clips. I'm considering adding a new style to the collection. 

LOL Michael's craft store stocks wooden paddles $8.00.  Hefty, unfinished pine.

Sensory Deprivation.

Early morning sunlight streams through the bathroom as you blow dry your hair. The hypoallergenic body wash has removed all traces of fragrance from your body: no herbal shampoo, no deodorant, no perfume odors linger. Baking soda toothpaste has removed your sense of taste. Hanging your robe on the back of the door, you leave the bathroom to pad barefoot and naked into the bedroom. He waits patiently for you.  You notice that he has prepared as carefully as you. You cannot smell his normal cologne. You believe he has used the same body washed to designed to hide odors on hunters.  The room feels almost warm; the temperature the same as your skin.

You stop to stand in front of him, eyes downcast.  He raises a finger to trace a wayward wisp of hair behind your ear.  “Are you ready”, He asks.  You nod your head slowly.  He slides the leather handcuffs over your wrists.  “Remember your safe word’, He says.  “Use it if things become too intense.” Again, you nod your head. “I’ll be here with you. I’ll be sitting right here”, he says pointing at the chair sitting in the sunlight. He has attached the leather shackles to your ankles.  Turning he leads you to the bed.  “We don’t have a floatation chamber, so you will not lose your sense of proprioception, of being aware of up and down; where you are in the world spatially.  But, you’ll feel the bed so you will never completely lose your sense of dimensional space.

He hands you a small case.  “These nasal plugs have an activated charcoal filter to block your sense of smell.  You insert the plugs and climb onto the bed.  He secures your wrists and ankles so that you are spread eagle on the bed. He slides a white set of goggles over your eyes.  “These will diffuse the light while letting you keep your eyes open”, he says. He places a headset over your ears. White noise fills your head. The next few minutes he spends straightening wrinkles, making sure the handcuffs and shackles are straight, setting a thermometer on your skin and fussing over your body.    

At first time runs wildly out of control. You cannot focus your thoughts. You remember the items you forgot to get at the grocery store. A song pops into your mind and refuses to leave. Your ‘to do’ list from work pops up next.  Slowly time seems to come back to normal and your thoughts slow. Your body begins to rebel against the isolation. An itch begins… on your rib…. just under your breast. You move to scratch it but the restraints prevent your movement. Damn. Now your nose itches.  It’s right at the edge of making you mad. But slowly….. slowly…. the discomfort subsides.   The whiteness from the goggles fills your eyes.  The white noise from the headset fills your ears; right at the edge of being annoying.

…..slowly it all begins to tune out. Time becomes elongated. It begins to proceed at a glacial pace.  You lose concept of how long you’ve been laying there.  Suddenly a thousand items seem to pop into your head at once time and screams forward at a breakneck pace only to slam to a stop.....  You’ve found peace. You try to open your eyes only to find they were already open. The only thing you can determine is up and down and then only because you can feel the bed against your back.  But…. you don’t know how, but you can feel…..HIM…..sitting…. you can almost feel the sunlight on his skin. Somehow…you can feel his smile as he watches you. But time….time has stopped.

Your senses explode as something soft moves across your body.  Where did it touch first? It was so unexpected the sensation flashed across your body light lightning. You wait…. An eternity passes but the sensation does not return.  You want to cry.  You take a deep shuddering breath.  Time has stopped once again…….

The vibrator he inserted while fussing over your body slams on. The orgasm is almost instantiations. It continues. You begin to wonder if it will be never-ending. Waves of pleasure crash over your consciousness….pain……pain provides another focal point.  You mind wrenches from your vagina as your nipples are clamped.  It’s not unbearable, but without outside stimulus it becomes something else for your mind to anchor on.  The vibrator is shut off.

You mind focuses on the nipple clamps. The soft sensation your previously felt shoots across your body. Down….you think…. it returns……up?   Your breath catches as the clamps are removed……. nipples…..yes…..they are your nipples……. they throb in beat with your heart……..time begins to slow again……..

You are tied to the bed. Soft music is playing. Fragrant candles provide dim lighting. You cannot see the dancing candlelight because I have blindfolded you, the candles dominate your sense of smell, leaving you only your sense of touch and taste. The music provides enough background noise to prevent you from hearing anything outside the room.

What could I be doing, you wonder? It seems like you’ve been waiting so long when actually I’ve only had time enough for a single, small glass of champagne as I watched you struggle against your bonds.

What’s that? A silk scarf slowly caresses your body as I slide it slowly up your leg. Something else touches you. A wool cloth provides a scratchy contrast to the silk as it slides roughly across your breasts and nipples. Over and over contrasting sensations slide over your body: a soft rabbit fur, rough leather, hot and cold. You never know what or where to expect a touch.

Ow! A rubber band snaps on your nipple. OW! Another on the inside of you leg. Both are followed by a warm, wet kiss to sooth the pain. The snaps weren’t really hard, but they were intensified by your heightened sense of touch.

Something wet and sticky slowly moves across your body. It’s followed slowly by my tongue. Ummm, a kiss to share. You taste the juice from an orange on my lips. You bite down greedily as a piece of fruit comes to your lips. UGH, it’s lemon!

The contrasting sensations have completely frustrated you. My hands explore your body.. never… quite… touching you where you desire it the most. Almost uncontrollably your hips begin to rock as your body seeks to release the energy pent up by your overwhelmed senses.

Your breath comes in gasps as you feel my finger slowly trace the circumference of your nipples. You begin to softly moan and think; now we’re getting started.  But then your nipples are rudely twisted, painfully, but your whole being is drinking in the sensation. With your other senses blocked out, your sense of touch floods your mind almost to overflowing.

You feel the softness of my hair as I rest my head on your stomach. My warm breath tickles your pubic hair. You’re breathing quickens almost to the point of hyperventilation. Shooting stars explode in bright colors in your vision deprived mind. My hand slowly travels down your hip…just…past your womanhood…only close enough to barely brush your pubic hair. I breathe deeply and can smell how aroused you are.

Arrrgg, you growl in frustration. I respond to this sound with an ice cube that is slowly drawn up the inside of your leg. It’s too much and your body jerks away as you cry out.   You expect a kiss or the soothing warmth of my tongue, but instead your nipples harden as I place ice cubes on both your breasts.  Now your body is quivering and at last you feel the warmth of my lips and tongue.

But this doesn’t last long. I too am almost out of breath and have stopped to take a drink of water.  Tenderly, I hold the glass to your lips and you drink hungrily. You lay there as I pause to gaze at your now shaking, sweat covered body. You mind moans, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” in time to the hammering of your heart. You can just barely wonder, “What’s he doing?” when you realize that while your wrists are still securely bound above you head, I have freed your legs.

You pull your knees up in eager anticipation of what’s next but it’s not what you’re expecting. I shove you over roughly and straddle your legs.  I’m hard and as you feel me rubbing against your bottom you try to lift your hips to meet me. Instead of entering you from behind I begin to deeply massage your shoulders.  It almost hurts.  You didn’t realize how tense you had become. 

I slowly work down to your lower back.  The relaxing touch slowly brings you down from the sexual high you were riding. I work down your calves and thighs. You are drifting in a contented but still highly aroused state.  My strong hands work deeply, but yet gently on your leg muscles.  I still have not touched you where you want it most… but you sigh as I begin to massage your feet.  Your whole body seems to float and gently sway to the movement of my hands.

You giggle as I lick between your toes and suck your big toe into my mouth. This earns you a smack on the ass. Damn! That was hard too! A red handprint begins to appear.  Crack! I smack the other side for good measure. Now you feel my kiss right in the middle of the stinging red spots. You feel my get up from the bed. I return with a belt. With a crack, I leave a welt across you bare bottom. Tears fill your eyes as I rudely force open your legs a smack the tip of the belt across your tinder pussy lips.

You feel my breath again on the fine hairs of your bottom as I rest my head on your lower back. I gently begin to rub your tender bottom. The touch is so light you wonder if you are imagining it. Slowly I increase the pressure until I am giving your butt a deep muscle massage.  I slowly ease up until I am only gently just touching you.  The whole of your being is now focused on your bottom………….

Though you still cannot see or hear, the fragrance from the candle is no longer quite so overpowering. Over the smell of cinnamon you can almost…smell… something… else. This is you. It’s the smell of raw animal lust and sweat created by your heat. You shiver as you feel a drop of your juices slide down your thigh. I see it and use my finger to bring the drop to my tongue.

My fingernails slowly scrape the inside of your thigh.  You gasp as I slip my finger into your wetness.  “Yes”, you hiss, THIS was what you were waiting for! As lift my head from your back you draw up your knees under you so I can plunge my finders deeper.  Still I resist mounting you and instead gently spread your butt cheeks.  Your whole body snaps from relaxation to instant tightness but instead of my hardness you feel a droip of saliva slide over your butthole. Your musky smell fills my nose. An involuntary moan escapes from your lips as you bite your lip.  I have pulled my finger from your pussy and have gently slid it into your ass but only up to the first knuckle. 

My finger gently pulls your butt slightly open so I can lube you with my spit. I pause to drip a little lube down your crack.  Thankfully I have thought to warm it. You don’t know if you could have taken a drop of cold liquid on your now trembling asshole. As I push the finger deeper your mind screams “Nooo” and you struggle weakly.  Oh, but, I had promised. I had told you I would not fuck your ass. Ah, but I never said I would not finger your ass. Another moan escapes as I gently insert another finger.

You begin to slowly rock your hips as the fingers from my other hand slide up and down your pleasure-swollen lips and begin to circle your clitoris. Again the sexual tension builds but still I refuse to give you what your whole body craves. You bite your lip harder as I slip a third finger into your tiny butthole. I’ve stopped rubbing your clit and have now plunged 3 fingers into your dripping pussy.  The fullness of both holes filled with my fingers seems to thrust against your very soul. Your hips rock harder against my probing fingers as you seek to give yourself the satisfaction I’ve been denying you for so long but your release is prevented as I slowly pull them out.

Your hope builds as I tenderly move you onto your back again……