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Wartenberg Wheels. What are they? What do they do? How do they feel?

The technical name is a Wartenberg Neurological Wheel. They were designed to test nerve function/nerve sensitivity by rolling them across the skin.

They're used for sensation play, pain play, tickle play in D/S settings. I personally love them. They're one of my favorite toys. I have several of them and I honestly could have more.

The feeling they give being lightly rolled across the skin will tickle most people and as you roll harder the feeling transitions from tickle, pressure, to sticking little pain.

The pin wheels are sharp but not really sharp enough to break the skin unless pushed very hard. They give a pretty sharp quick ouchie pain that goes away quickly but transfers fast across the body as you roll. They can leave terrific tracks across a back, shoulders, tummy, thighs, etc. If you have someone with sensitive areas like feet, palms of the hand, under the arms, they can be particularly fun in those areas.

My favorite way to play with them is to have my partner lie on the bed with arms held over her head touching the headboard. No restraints. I play a game with them by rolling them across her body at varying speeds and pressures. Every inch. Over nipples, belly buttons, etc. Every time her arms come down off the head board we add a spank. I play until I love the tracks I've left, the patterns ive made, and she feels like every nerve opening on her body is super sensitive and open. I then run fingertips over most of the spots I've touched with the wheel and the sensation is amazing. Sometimes I'll use ice to do that. At the end of playing she has to tell me how many spanks we have to give and if she forgot then we start all over and do the whole thing again.

The Leash Has Two Ends - Responsibility

Let’s face it, almost every one of us who has been attracted to D/s or BDSM came to it first because of exposure to some erotic imagery and the fantasy it conjured for us. Our minds wrote a story of what the images meant to us and how we fit into them. For me that first exposure came at a pretty young age and sparked something within that has never left me across the decades. Whether one identifies with submissiveness or Dominance, each of us view these images through our respective lenses and they evoke emotions and physical responses within us. For some it is simply sexual excitement while for others it is something far deeper and more visceral; a yearning, a longing, a need. Still others find any introduction to BDSM completely disgusting and degrading or simply not to their liking. And you know what? That’s okay.

But for those of us who feel some lifelong yearning for Dominance or submission, the deeply seated emotional and psychological gratification produced by D/s affects us at a core level. It is not an idle sexual curiosity or titillation brought about by popular culture or social media. It is something we have harbored all of our lives and require in some form of human interaction in order to feel whole and fulfilled.

It has never been particularly easy to find like-minded people who view D/s through the lens of the yearning Dominant or submissive. Even those who were similarly inclined did not have a forum for acknowledging, let alone exploring, their desires in a safe and anonymous environment. That is until the advent of the Internet and the two-decade evolution from news groups to forums to chat rooms to social media. Finding like-minded people is easier than ever. They seem to be everywhere. The difficulty now is not one of scarcity but of trying to sort the wheat from the chaff as it were; identifying the people with a genuine need to experience D/s in their lives from those who just want a little kink. Both are okay, but they have very differing needs and desires that are not necessarily complimentary to one another.

There is no question that the convergence of social media and the explosion of popular curiosity about BDSM and D/s relationships, inculcated in part by the “50 Shades” phenomenon, has brought people out of the woodwork to satisfy their curiosity or simply get a little kinky titillation. Tumblr has certainly done that in spades as have other forums. It is also fair to say that it has given voice to those who have a strong need to incorporate D/s into their ongoing daily lives. For better or for worse, we are all here together.

It is fair to say that the vast majority of people exploring and satisfying their curiosity about BDSM are out to get a few kicks and have no particular desire to adopt D/s as a way of life. And there is nothing wrong with that provided it is purely a process of consumption. By that I mean observing from afar. Looking at imagery and reading texts as a form of pornography or even education is just fine and completely innocuous in my book. But social media allows us to not only observe but to also interact with other people; people with real lives, real feelings and emotions. The moment we reach past the masturbatory images on the screen to communicate with someone else, we are impacting them and their lives. How we do that, and how responsible we are in that interaction, is an entirely personal decision, but the results go far beyond getting one’s own rocks off. This is not a “virtual girlfriend” video game, though the impersonal and remote nature of the communication can make it feel that way. Real people with families, friends, co-workers and feelings are on the other end.

So when we reach out and begin to “play” Dom or sub in the virtual space we attach an emotional leash between us as real in the mind as any leather or chain leash in the physical world. Attachments are developed and deep connections made. D/s has a way of breeding these more quickly and deeply than many other forms of relationship in my experience. We allow ourselves to be open and vulnerable to one another, and in so doing we connect in ways we might never have before. But we are also easy prey for the ill-intended, inconsiderate, or just plain narcissistic. For example, when a person who really just wants to play a little at being a “Dom,” get a few kicks and maybe get laid, reaches into the heart and mind of a submissive who has a need for Dominance in a relationship and seeks a deep emotional connection, trouble is fast brewing. The submissive may feel used and in fact perhaps they have been. It is crucial that we understand what we want in the interaction, that we are honest about our desires and intentions, and that we do not lead people who have allowed themselves to be vulnerable and exposed into something they need but that we have no intention of fulfilling. In effect I am saying, be honest and play nice. Kindergarten rules.

When a Dom accepts the devotion of a submissive they also accept an enormous responsibility for the emotional and physical wellbeing of that person. A submissive may wear a leash and allow herself to be guided by a Dominant, but in grasping that leash a Dominant accepts full responsibility for it and all that is attached to it; physical and emotional. When a submissive hands herself over to a Dominant it is an awesome and even fearsome responsibility, so much so that it sometimes keeps me awake at night. My Muse has given me everything she is and I owe it to her to give her everything I am in return. The weight of bearing the leash is the same whether Dominant or submissive. A leash has two equal and opposite ends.

So while we may “play” at Dominance and submission in a scene replete with BDSM and kinky sex, there is often far more to it than that. There is often a profound emotional need deep within the Dominant and/or submissive that is being fulfilled by the bond between the two. Sometimes it is satisfying needs, mending wounds, or providing things that were missing in our lives as far back as childhood. This stuff can run very, very deep and can cut badly when abused, mistreated, or neglected.

As Dominants AND submissives, we have a responsibility to be aware of our partners’ needs and just how deeply our interaction is not only connecting, but also potentially completing and healing one another. In extreme instances, withdrawal of that connection can carry with it all of the intensity of feeling and emotion of a death in the family or even of oneself. When we engage in D/s and allow ourselves to connect this deeply we are treading on some very tender spots in the hearts and minds of both Dominant and submissive. Some of those tender spots may in fact be open wounds. That vulnerability and emotional access is indeed the gift of Dominance and submission, but nurturing it and caring for it is also the awesome responsibility we accept in return.

The leash has two ends. What we do with them define us as Dominant and submissive.

Originally posted on September 22, 2013

Caption © For The Love of a Submissive, 2013

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“Happy birthday, Master.” Amir looked up from his breakfast to see Aisha standing in the doorway, a large smile on her face. Her smile alone could brighten his day, and had on many difficult occasions. He was glad that he’d made the decision several years ago to let her walk freely through the palace and unveil herself before him of her own accord. The other women of his harem had to stay in designated areas and must stay veiled in the presence of any man, unless he commanded otherwise. 

It had been fifteen years to the day since she’d joined his harem, and in that time, Aisha had stood out from all others. She had served him faithfully, wholly, giving herself over to him completely, mind, body, and spirit. In recognition of this, he had elevated her to overseer of the harem, as well as his principle concubine. This distinction was not because the other women in the harem were unfaithful or insincere; had any been, they would have been removed from the harem and the palace in one way or another. They all served him without question or hesitation. But Aisha was different. In addition to being beautiful to all the senses and skilled in various arts of pleasure, dance, music, she was also intelligent and quick witted. She grasped complicated situations immediately and was able to understand and anticipate much based on little information. It made her an ideal servant as she often knew in advance what he needed and wanted. More than this, however, it made her submission to him all the more. When she knelt before him and bowed her head, that head was not just lovely, but contained an exquisite mind. And when the words, “Your will is my command, Master” passed her lips, it filled him with pride, for she knew a great many words more than most people, yet she chose to say those. And she meant them with every fibre of her being.

She wore a sumptuous dress, all purple and silken. It was similar to the clothing worn by the other women in the harem in its cut, as the neckline scooped low, presenting Amir an unobstructed view of her cleavage, which shone in the morning light. Her breasts were medium-sized but well shaped and an undergarment pressed them together and lifted them high. Aisha saw his gaze lower from her face to her chest, and felt flattered when his nostrils flared, a sign of his desire. He loved to ravish her breasts, and he had spent many hours teasing and playing with them using his fingers, tongue, lips, and teeth. Aisha, in turn, had spent those hours gasping, biting her lip, and moaning his name in his ear. Sometimes he would allow her to take his member in her hands, and she loved to feel how warm and rigid it was, hard as stone. She felt gratified at being able to hold him and feel him groan against her body. Other times, he would bind her hands using his hands, a strap or cord, or occasionally with his command. This last one he only did when he was in a good mood and feeling playful, because he knew that while she would do as he said without fail, he also knew that she desired him completely and her hands would itch in want. Such thoughts caused a flutter in her stomach and a tingle in her sex. After fifteen years, he made her want nothing more than to drop to her knees before him. He was a wonderful Master, kind and wise beyond his years, as well as being beautiful. When he fixed his eyes upon hers, she felt herself melt before him. His hands were large and strong and when he grasped her, she felt small and weak. In those moments, she hoped that he would take her, move her and position her however he wished, use her body for his pleasure. It was never a question of choosing to yield to his will: her body and mind were his to command, to control.  

It took a moment, but Aisha brought herself out of her reverie. She was here for a specific purpose and was glad that her attire this morning was more modest than what she normally wore before her Master. Her typical outfit had two slits from the waist down, so that her legs and hips were visible to him. All women in his harem were forbidden from wearing undergarments that covered their sex when alone with him, but Aisha wouldn’t have worn one anyway. She adored the feel of his fingers and tongue on her most sacred place, and swooned when his member entered her, stretched her to a feeling of exquisite fullness. The thought caused her a quiet moan that she hoped he couldn’t hear. While she hadn’t worn anything directly over her sex, her dress this morning had no slits and for this she was glad. If it had, he surely would be able to smell her arousal. But while she would love to be taken by him, she had something else in mind, something she was certain he would like.

“Master,” she started, drawing his attention back up to her face, her smile widening “I have a present for you. One I think you’ll enjoy.” He smiled back at her, a look of happiness and anticipation on his face. 

“Whatever it is, I’m certain I will. You have been nothing but loyal, obedient, and capable for these past fifteen years you have been in my harem.“ 

“Thank you, Master. You are generous and magnanimous to all of us in the harem. And that is why I have sought to bring nothing but the most beautiful and skilled women into it. And today, for your birthday, Master, I have a new acquisition. She is talented and lovely, trained by the best.” “What is her name?” he asked.

“She is called Rania and she is waiting in one of the guest servant’s tents in the courtyard.”

“Is she properly dressed?”

A glimmer crossed Aisha’s eyes and her smile turned slightly sly, “She is indeed, Master.”

Amir stood, his breakfast finished, and said, “Good. Then we shall retire to a suitable tent in the courtyard and you shall present her to me. I would like to see if she is as you say.”

——–

Amir sat in his favourite courtyard tent. It was simple but comfortable, as was the chair that he sat in. Aisha had gone to fetch this new potential addition to his harem, Rania. He had no doubt that Aisha was right about this woman, as Aisha was rarely wrong about such things. Seeing her this morning had aroused his interest. Her breasts had looked ripe and inviting. Her lips and mouth looked beautiful when she smiled, and he often thought of how soft they felt, and the pleasures she could give with them. He knew that she desired him strongly this morning, though she had not said so. Her eyes had told him everything. But Amir was not upset, he knew that her restraint was for a purpose. And that purpose had just entered his tent.

Aisha entered first. She was wearing a far more modest outfit since she had been walking through the courtyard. Covered head to toe in a rich purple robe that left only her eyes visible, she led Rania in, who was wearing a robe of similar style, though much simpler and black, her eyes looking down at the ground in front of her. They stood in front of Amir, side by side, waiting for him to command them. He spoke, “Aisha is head of my harem and is most faithful and trustworthy. She has told me your name is Rania. Is this so?”

Without lifting her eyes, she answered, “Yes, my Lord.”

“She says that you are properly trained and attired. Is this so?”

“Yes, my Lord.“ 

"I wish to see a demonstration of this. If Aisha has told me true, you will be admitted to my harem and will henceforth call me Master. If not, then you will return to your training with no harm or grudge against you.” He met Aisha’s eyes and gave slight nod. She stepped behind Rania, undid a number of clasps and tugged at the robe, and it fell away from Rania, revealing to Amir a figure that was desirable almost beyond words. 

Her hair flowed down, spreading across her bare shoulders like a waterfall. Her arms and legs were clothed in a white material that was loose and translucent. Her large breasts were contained in a top that was adorned with various jewels of red and blue. Attached to the top was a chain from which a single large jewel dangled in front of her navel. Her belt was decorated like her top, a large diamond shape in the middle, Amir mused that it simultaneously pointed up towards the jewel hanging from her top, and downward to the true jewel of her body. The belt hung low, exposing the small bottom swell of her abdomen. Her hips curved from her waist, her legs looking both soft to the touch and strong as a dancer’s should be. But the most striking thing was her veil. Instead of a typical cloth veil to match the rest of her outfit, Rania wore a veil made of numerous strands of gold. They obscured her mouth and nose from sight, but also moved slightly in the light breeze. Amir was curious and looked questioningly at Aisha, who had gathered up Rania’s robe, and now sat on a stool by his left leg. Aisha winked in response.

“Rania,” Amir said, “Lift your gaze.” Slowly raising her head, her eyes met his. They were framed by various makeup effects, the but her eyes were striking, much lighter than he anticipated, and deep. There were a touch of nervousness there, but anticipation as well. Hunger. Determination. He smiled inwardly; so far it looked as though Aisha had been correct. He looked from Rania to Aisha and back again and said, “Begin.”

Aisha picked up a small drum that was next to her and slowly began to play. The beat was simple and basic. Rania began dancing, slow, large movements of her hips, arms and head. It was as if she had been an animal that was sleeping, and now needed to stretch. The contours were attractive, her motion, languid. For a minute or so, Aisha maintained the rhythm and Rania kept pace, undulating her arms, and circling her hips. The jewel at her navel followed her movements at slight delay, as did the gold fringe that made up her veil. Amir noted that her eyes stayed on him the entire time, as she didn’t even glance at Aisha as she danced. 

Gradually, Aisha increased the tempo, occasionally letting her fingernails pop across the drum head in rapid succession. Rania kept pace. Her hips quickly swiped from side to side and up and down. Her arms moved like serpents, fingers tracing invisible shapes in the air. Her breasts bounded through varieties of motion as Rania made quick movements that isolated her chest, circling it one way, then another. When she shimmied her shoulders, her breasts shook and vibrated, the jewel at her navel dancing in a frenzy, almost completely of it’s own accord. Throughout her dancing, a thin layer of sweat covered Rania’s body, making her skin shine. 

Amir sighed quietly. In terms of her dancing ability, Rania was everything Aisha had said and more. Her movements, whether slow or fast were precise, sensuous, beautiful, masterful. It was almost as if the music and her body were part of a single whole, rather than her reacting to the beat and the rhythm. And her eyes… not once had she spun, turned, or so much as take her eyes off of him, even for a moment. The nerves that he had seen in her look melted away shortly after she began dancing. The hunger had stayed and become magnified. Amir smiled to himself. He recognised that look; it was one that Aisha would get when she especially wanted to pleasure him. While Aisha would always follow his commands and never deny him pleasure, usually receiving quite a bit in return, Amir knew that on those occasions, she would take him deeper, moan louder, encourage him to thrust into her harder, grasp her tighter in his hands. That look he was accustomed to seeing in Aisha. He saw it now in Rania. He met her eyes and held her gaze for a moment to gain her attention. She stopped dancing and stood still, anticipating what he might say, a brief look of fear crossing what could be seen of her face. He spoke two words to assuage her concerns. 

“Unveil me.”

She smiled behind her veil and said, “Yes, my Lord.” Aisha began playing again, a sensuous rhythm, as Rania stepped forward and, lowering her eyes to Amir’s lap, began removing the garments that covered his member. Her hands were delicate and small, but moved with grace. Once it was free and semi-erect, she grasped it in her hand, stroking it slowly from base to tip. Amir let out a small groan; her hand was warm and the amount of pressure she used was perfect. It sent small bursts of sensation and desire throughout his body. Glancing up, he saw in her eyes that the hunger had increased, almost to the point of ravenous. She continued swaying her hips to the beat, sliding her hand along him until he was rigid as steel. He groaned low and quiet as she did, his body vibrating. When he could not get any harder, Aisha said Rania’s name to get her attention, then motioned with her head. Amir again looked at Aisha with a question on his face. Aisha again, winked at him and began playing faster. Rania stepped back and turned her back towards him and began dancing quickly. Her buttocks gyrated and shook while she ran her hands through her hair, lifting it up and letting it fall again. Amir sat slightly transfixed.To his mind, she had the most perfectly shaped behind he had ever seen. But then she began to lean back, hinging at the waist. Further and further she went until her back was parallel to the floor. As she did this, the gold strands moved away from her mouth, exposing the lower part of her face, and shifted to covering her eyes instead, forming a blindfold of gold. She reached her arms towards the ceiling, wrists together, and began circling her hands as if they were tied together. 

Then, with her eyes covered, her hands dancing together at the end of her outstretched arms, and her body bent backwards toward him, Rania took his member deep into her mouth until he touched the back of her thoat, the warmth and wetness enveloping him. She kept her head steady as she continued dancing to the beat, her hips rolling, her arms undulating. But while she didn’t move her head, her tongue swirled around him. Her lips closed around him, and hollowing her cheeks, she sucked hard on him. He groaned as he mouth, lips, and tongue danced on his rock hard member the same way the rest of her danced to Aisha’s playing. Amir groaned loudly at her display of skill, the pure feeling of pleasure and the sensuous sight of her playing with him with her mouth while bent like she was. It was overwhelming him and, to his surprise, he realised he was going to climax. 

He groaned louder several times in a row. At this, she moved toward him slightly, jamming him as far into her as possible. Feeling the back of her throat push against him, he growled and erupted, shooting wave after wave of his seed into her. Tightening her lips around him so as not to waste a drop, she swallowed it all. It lasted for far longer than he had experienced in quite some time, the explosion within him blotting out all other sensation of sight or sound. All that there was was the pleasure he felt. 

After a few moments, Aisha slowed her playing and Rania stood back up, and turned to face Amir, her eyes again downcast in submission. She waited a moment, not entirely certain what to say until finally she spoke quietly. “Thank you, my Lord.”

Amir looked at Aisha, then at Rania and said, “That is what you called me in your former life. From now on, you will address me as Master.” At this, Rania raised her eyes to his, and smiled.