Not a River in Egypt

Last night I received my first spanking of 2016! I have to say, Master really surpassed himself this time, I think it was the most intense spanking I’ve ever received.

I was a big ball of pain for the most part, but something new happened last night where I physically brinked from the pain Daddy inflicted on my clit. I think that it’s the first time I’ve ever gotten sexual pleasure from pain. I’ve always liked the soreness that comes after any sort of pain play, it almost feels like a comfort to me, and while Daddy calls me his painslut, I never actually received sexual pleasure from the pain it self. It was always what the pain represented that aroused me. My helplessness, my vulnerability, and most importantly my submission to his whim.

Until last night.

With every blow of Daddy’s belt to my clit I climbed higher and higher. With every attack to my nipple I inflicted upon myself I climbed closer to the brink and then suddenly I hit it. It was like an explosion of pleasure without the accompanying orgasm. Perhaps it could have been, had Master allowed it. Although, he did allow me one special word orgasm by the end of it, and I may have passed out from the intensity of the pain and pleasure because it was fucking mind blowing.

(Should I officially call myself a masochist now?)

In the aftermath, I was so exhausted I could barely muster up the force needed to push sound out of my mouth. I broke down crying just after everything ended. And Daddy let me hump myself to sleep. Though every time I stopped humping it felt like there was a heavy blanket of tiny fireworks drawn over me, and I stopped and started a few times just to feel that. It felt amazing. Master used his special word to make me all limp and motionless once “just because he felt like it” and I love that. He let me go back to humping after a small chuckle. That made me feel so completely safe and loved.

… by @boopatch for a “5 things that make me happy” thingy … And that was even a long time ago. But… well… here it is ^^

A calm day somewhere out in nature

An intelligent conversation

Making people laugh

Headphones on, music at full blast

Learning new things

And all of these are things I will do more in 2016 (maybe except 4 - I do that anyway). How about that for a new year’s resolution?

What are yours? Do you want to share? I’d be delighted, if you’d do. No obligation of course

by the super amazing, crazy and funny Mr. @iamyourdom for 5 things that make me happy…

1. Music 

2. Deep meaningful conversations

3. Being in nature (specialy at the mountains at my father’s house or the ocean)

4. Meeting new people 

5. Definitely learning new things that i like…

*Bonus (i like breaking the rules ;)

6. D/s (pleasing, serving, the touch, the feeling, the closeness, the structure, the rules but most of all the Love and the synchronicity)

5 things that make me happy:

1. Pup. Everything about her. If I must pick a specific example - she is the only reverse blanket hog I know. She reaches out in her sleep. If the blankets have shifted she will attempt to tuck me in without waking up. It’s adorable. One of the little things that shows how much she cares.

2. Raining days (if able to stay indoors and stay warm)

3. Learning new things.

4. Catching people smiling at a message on their phone when they’re alone in public. Perhaps an odd one. It does always make me smile though.

5. Conversations that last for hours. The ones that only end when sleep threatens to become involuntary.

I feel strange tagging people. I am still quite new to this site. Should you happen to follow and wish to participate please do.

 1. Every time Daddy puts me to bed. It’s the only time in the day that allows me to just let go and sink entirely into Daddy’s Dominance and love. 

 2. When I’m listening to music and a song comes on that just compels me to put down what I’m doing and just dance with all my heart. Also, dancing naked. 

3. When I reach “the zone” while working with something I love, and when I’m impressed with how it’s come out. I’m still learning my trade, and since I’m my harshest critic, impressing myself means I’ve reached a new level. 

 4. Moments where I look at myself and actually appreciate my body. Thanks to Daddy, I’ve come a long way in how I see myself. 

 5. Every time I say or do something to make Daddy laugh really hard, or make him really really happy. 

Don’t reblog this; you know what will happen.

Don’t reblog this; you know what will happen.

Id: Go on, reblog this and see what happens. You know you want to.

You all see which inner voice won.

See, real dominants (and I use that term rarely, because I hate “real” and “true” as descriptors because it’s such a huge category, but here it’s appropriate) don’t need to act in this way. They don’t need to force unwanted attention on others, because they already have attention from those who really want it. And for excellent dominants, there are plenty of males and females alike who desperately want it. 

It irritates me to no end when I see things like this. It sends a bad message to the general public. Because there are so many of these nitwits out there, and because they’re so vocal, people begin to think that’s what we’re really like. They don’t realize that there are tons of really amazing dominant males and females around, who would never think of this kind of idiocy.

Don't reblog this; you know what will happen.

Don't reblog this; you know what will happen.

Id: Go on, reblog this and see what happens. You know you want to.

You all see which inner voice won.

This is how, after nearly forgetting about erotic hypnosis for over 15 years, I kind-of-accidentally put an orgasm block on a long-distance partner nicknamed “Sleepless”. :-) Originally written on 20-Dec-2010.

Friday:

No cumming, otherwise touch how you like.

Saturday:

Stay on edge for as many cumulative minutes as possible and let me know the total.

Sunday:

No touch.

I was going to be unavailable a couple of weekends ago (Dec 17-19) so this is what I told Sleepless to do. However, plans changed slightly, too…

My Friday night plans ended earlier than I had expected. I, as a switch, had subbed, and when it was over I was the most frustrated I’d ever felt, loving it but pacing back and forth across the living room, full of energy that needed release… so I called my sub, and I was the most intense I had ever been, late into the night. This is possibly worth an entry all to itself.

Saturday, I’m at a hotel without much time to talk with her. She sleeps late very late, but then starts, and she ends up achieving a whopping number of minutes. I had expected 20 minutes here, 30 minutes there….. but she stayed on a single edge for over 2 hours, and goes on to smash that with two edges each over 3 hours. I’m incredibly impressed.

Sunday… my weekend plans end and I’m back home that night, talking to her on the phone, not planning to let her touch at all but just talk to her on the phone about her ordeal, see if she wants to touch… but what fun is that??? Then I plan to let her edge only a little… well how about a little longer… well… I’m not done yet, but change to edging using your nipples with thighs wide apart… hmm… we’re at 1 ½ hours… shall we go for two?… you can change how you edge, but you have to stay on that edge!… wow, fifteen minutes into the second hour, I wasn’t keeping track. Seems a shame so stop now… that’s it, get even closer for me. Please me, pet….

On edge for 3 ½ hours… All the while, loving her whimpers, letting her know how much it turns me on to hear her, encouraging her, fantasizing about how me saying “You’re not going to cum, slut!” wouldn’t just make her shiver but reflect and replay how she’s feeling now, how waves of need would roll through her, sinking in, making her unable to cum while deepening her need, causing her to truly feel all sorts of teasing imagery I’ve talked to her about before such as being helpless to countless fingers and tongues all swirling about her. It started working… she cried out every time I told her “You’re not going to cum, slut!” I kept repeating it, deepening it, bringing more imagery into it, sometimes whispering it, sometimes commanding it, sometimes laughing evilly while saying it, sometimes taunting her with it… always commenting on it, how it’s getting stronger, etc.

You’re not going to cum, slut. Just shivers and waves rolling over you every time I say You’re not going to cum, slut. And you’re not. Not today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe You’re not going to cum, slut for a month or two… or three… no relief for you, nothing but torment while hearing me say You’re not going to cum, slut over and over again, each time getting stronger, ensuring that really, truly, You’re not going to cum, slut. My…. I love how you whimper each time I say… … You’re **not** going to cum, slut. …

Monday rolls around, and holy FSM it took hold!

Tuesday, I’m edging her, and while she’s on edge I tell her “You can try to cum, if you like, but You’re not going to cum, slut. Go ahead, try for me, but you’re not going to cum slut. I’ll count from 10 to 1, and then no more trying allowed. Ready? "10 - You’re not going to cum, slut.” “9 - You’re not going to cum, slut.” … “1 - awww…. looks like you’re not going to cum, slut!”

I’ve given her several chances since then with no success on her part. Now when I feel like being intense, I don’t just tell her to edge, I make her go past it, till she’s dangling in mid-air far over the edge, unable to cum as if she’s being held from falling, dangling by a string attached to her clit.

The harm of it is debated. On one hand, mucous membranes can absorb stuff that normal skin doesn’t, and since it says to avoid mucous membranes, it might be prudent to keep that stuff away from vaginas.

However, I'd definitely start with just a little dab on your nipples, and see how you enjoy it and take it from there.

It can be pretty powerful stuff.

D&D sex parties should definitely be a thing - both adventures involving sex, and sex in a variety of wonderful costumes and character personifications.