Wanderings

“Oh God Sir, it hurts, it burns, it’s like my nipples are pulling at my insides.”

“And when you edge while wearing them?”

“Oh Sir edging is so hard with them, I get there so much quicker and it’s so much harder to focus on holding it back. It’s so hard Sir”

“Excellent. I want an edge every hour and only while wearing these. Remove them once you’ve stopped and reapply before the next one.”

“Oh Sir please please it’s so hard”

We had a busy day and didn’t get home till late in the evening. We had eaten out so we just decided to go and watch TV in bed. I said I was going to shower and got undressed. As I was in the shower Sir appeared behind me and ran his hands down my soapy body. He asked me if I wanted some edges before bedtime and I told him I would love some.

He pushed me against the shower wall and took the detachable shower head and placed it between my legs. The water pulsing against my pussy felt so good and he used it to tease me. Each time I was getting close to edging he would move it away and run it over my body and against my nipples whilst I whimpered and squirmed with the need for edges. 

Eventually he allowed me to edge and he wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed gently as he used the water to edge me and hold me riding on the edge making me moan and making my body tremble with desperate need. He kept me like that for a while, commenting on how much he loved seeing his gorgeous little girl whimpering and shaking with pleasure. I nodded and told him I loved when he made me do that for him and moaned out as he edged me again. 

Words, powerful, penetrating, prolific, passionate,  perceptive. But the absence, prevents understanding,  communication, trust,  honesty, unity.

Dominance requires submission; submission requires dominance, yet both require truth.  Unadorned. Unvarnished.  Unedited.  Unveiled. 

When a lack of vocalization is corrected,  the resulting joy, relief, calmness reveal something more important. – increased trust, leading to a deepening of the D/s relationship.

As it deepens, she evolves, they adapt, drawing closer, deeper into the D/s, confident in each other. A cycle.

Because of words.

It’s making the doctor’s appointment I don’t think I need, because he told me to.

It’s taking a bath, or a nap, when there are a million things waiting, because he takes better care of me than I do.

It’s making a healthy choice at lunch, when a cheeseburger sounds awfully good.

It’s turning out the lights at midnight, even when I don’t feel tired.

“I know you can keep your arms up. Prove me right.”

“You’re a tough one, aren’t you?”

“You can take it! This is your most ticklish spot, but you’re doing so well, baby.”

“Alright… I’m not holding back anymore. But you can handle it, I know you can.”

“Do you need a break? That was a tough bit there, so we can stop if you need a breather.”

“You’ve gone so long and you still want more? That’s my girl.”

“For every tear you cry, I want to make you laugh a thousand times more. That way the happiness will always outweigh the sadness.”

“There’s that smile I love so much.”

“Keep still. I know you can, you’re strong enough, so do your best to not move.”

“How about a little competition… since you’re such a worthy opponent.”

“Look at you, doing your best not to laugh or smile!”

“It’s okay to beg, sweetie. I know you just want more. Say the safeword if you need to.”

“You make me proud to be your personal Tickle Monster.”

“Have you been getting stronger? It was a bit harder to pin/wrestle you down today.”

“What a giggle endurance! You never cease to surprise me.”

“You asked for this. You want this. Thus, you’re the one in control. Just say the safeword and I’ll stop. Otherwise… Let’s find out together how much you can handle.”

“You’re making yourself vulnerable to me. I’m so, so proud of you. I’ve got you. You’re safe. You can go ahead and let yourself go for a little bit.”

“I know it’s hard to ask for tickles when you’re so flustered. But you can do it. I can wait. I want to hear that you want it, because I don’t want to do anything without your consent.”

“Where do you want me to tickle next? You decide.”

“You’re tough to crack, but it’s worth the effort.”

“I love how you just lie there and take it. It lets me know how much you want it.”

Close your eyes. Feel my hands tighten around your throat.

You belong to me, pet.

Just listen.

Listen to my voice.

Close your eyes and just obey.

Don’t think; just listen.

Open your mouth. Part those pretty lips for me.

No, don’t suck my fingers.

Just keep your mouth open.

Wet and dripping.

Just like I told you.

Just listen and obey and drip for me.

That’s my good little girl.

My sweet obedient pet.

You don’t need to think tonight.

You just need to listen.

To obey.

Humiliation is a statement about how willing I am to debase myself for him. It’s about the contrast with who I otherwise am. I don’t get wet when he calls me a worthless cumslut because I believe I am lacking value, I get wet when he calls me a worthless cumslut because he’s pointing out to me how low I am willing to go for him. He knows I’m an accomplished woman, worthy of being treasured, and that it’s only for him that I will lower myself to ‘’worthless’’ cumslut in order to please.