Topping from the Bottom

Being a dominatrix does not mean I should miss out on the pleasures of handcuffs and blindfolds.

Although I’m growing into my role as Mistress, I have no objections to ceding control once in a while…to an extent. I find that sensory deprivation heightens my arousal just as much as it does my slave’s. With my eyes covered it is even easier to focus on the sensations in my body and casually neglect the living toy between my legs. There is no obligation to touch him or acknowledge him—I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

Part of the motivation for orgasm control is the intensification of the long-awaited orgasm (among many other more complex motivations, I know). Why should only my slave experience that intensity? I want to be teased, licked and toyed with for hours, brought to the edge over and over until I’m panting and trembling and my muscles ache with the tension. I deserve to be denied until I cannot stand anymore and I’m begging for the perfect, blinding release.

I find there is an interesting mixture of powerlessness and command when the Mistress allows herself to be tied up. Though it may seem she is at the mercy of her slave, the opposite is true. When I order my slave to tease and deny me and not to enter me until I am begging for it—or better yet, when I lock his cock in a cage and hide the key until I can’t restrain myself from telling him where to find it—I am manipulating my own climax. I am ensuring my own pleasure. Slave might be torturously aroused after days of denial and an hour spent between his Mistress’s thighs, but he does not choose the moment. With my resolution not to plead until the need forces the words from my throat with my whimpers, I choose the moment.

It’s simply who we are. I might be tied down on my back, but we all know who comes—and cums—first.

Mistress K