The Fabled Morning Sex

My slave is often times hard to arouse in the morning. She and I both are not what you would consider morning people in general however for her it is quite noticeable.

Thoughts of arousal are often dimmed by desire for food or to get about starting her day. A totally understandable belief however waking up with a raging erection essentially every day does not make me inclined to not try for some 'fun' between the sheets when I first rise.

That being said from time to time she will wake with desire in the morning. I would say half of those times after some mild petting it is usually agreed to eat breakfast before continuing.

The day after the Magic Wand arrived was a different experience entirely. We laid in bed talking. I ran my fingernails along her arm. Back and forth, gently.

Back and forth up and down her arm. We talked small talk. How each other slept, what our plans for the day were. Things of that nature. All the while my nails running back and forth across her skin just along her left arm. I went all around her arm, raking my nails gently but just firm enough so she could feel me on every inch of her skin.

Our conversation wound down and I found myself getting ready to stand up. My slave did not move though.Well, let me rephrase. She clutched at me and gently began to writhe against my leg.

My slave was primed.

She wanted an orgasm.

She needed an orgasm.

Now, my wife hasn't always been found of bondage. Don't get me wrong she likes a blindfold and tease with her hands tied in such a way as she can scratch an itch or move a bit if she wanted to. But the idea of her hands spread apart unable to move? Usually too much for her and would just kill any scene.

I asked her if she wanted to cum.

Her response was to look down from my eyes and nod her head softly.

I smiled softly and spoke gently"The only way I will allow you to cum is if you are tied up and blindfolded."

She pouted and thought for a moment. Of course by this time I had teased her just a bit more and I knew she wanted this orgasm badly.

She nodded her head softly as she looked at me. I smirked a bit and shook mine. "Ask me."

She looked down, part nerves part her mind wrapping her head around the fact that she wanted to submit I assume.

"Will Sir please tie and blindfold me so that I may orgasm?"

"Yes slave. I will."

Now I had not intended to fuck her right then and there. I figured I could get her off a few times and then we could go about our day with her fucking to be saved for that night.

As she laid there, arms spread wide and tied to the headboard. Her eyes blindfolded. Her nude form writhing against her bondage as I pressed that Magic Wand against her clit until she came I knew I had to take her.

I will let your imagination fill in the blanks here ;-)

Until next time.

Begging for Plugging

My slave is lying next to me spread-eagled, blindfolded, collared, gagged, and plugged. This is fast becoming one of my favorite ways to write a blog post.

I woke up this morning knowing it was a day for teasing. With our conflicting work schedules, we rarely have a lazy day to spend on drawn-out sex play. I was not about to be rushed into a morning quickie with the whole 4^th of July day ahead of us. 

Feeling his erection poking into my back, I turned around and cuddled against him, running my hand down his body and whispering my plans to him as he woke up fully. 

“It’s been a while since you’ve been tied and gagged,” I said. “I want you collared and preparing my computer while I eat breakfast. Then I’m going to cuff you, gag you, blindfold you, tease you with my mouth, and leave you lying there while I write my next blog post. After that, I’ll ride you. And you’ll probably cum.” 

Needless to say, he woke up quickly at that.

After a leisurely breakfast with my collared slave gently massaging my shoulders and my nipples, I ordered him to the bedroom to get everything ready. As I thought about the toys, I mused, “Maybe this time I’ll slip the vibrator in your ass before I leave you there…but then I won’t have it to use for myself!”

“There’s always the butt plugs, Mistress,” he reminded me meekly. I’d forgotten those! We’d bought them about a month ago, just before the events that paused our play for a while. 

My slave is so obedient and giving, always making sure I have all the right tools at hand, even when he knows it might not bode well for him. 

Soon he was in place and I was cropping his thighs—lightly, since he’d been quite good this morning—and rubbing my pussy against his skin—along his thigh, along his stomach, anywhere but the cock that wanted it most. He wasn’t gagged just yet, and I took advantage, positioning my nipple in front of his mouth. “You may worship,” I breathed against his ear, pulling his earlobe between my teeth and grinding my moistening sex against him as he licked and lightly sucked my breast. I didn’t want to cum yet myself, and when I’d had enough of that, I moved back down and set to work bringing him to the brink with my mouth. Soon he was moaning and thrusting his hips (as much as he could, with his ankles tied to the legs of the bed—so not much). I knew these were the noises of a slave afraid he would cum without permission soon. Now was the time.

“Do you want to cum today?” I asked as I slid my body up his, punctuating the question with a sharp bite to his nipple. 

“Yes!” he gasped. 

“Then you’re going to beg for me to put the plug in your ass.”

That shut him up. He whimpered a few times, not in the tone of a man who thinks he might not cum, but in the tone of a man who knows he is about to be voluntarily emasculated just a little bit more.

I knew it wouldn’t be long, but I had no intention of drawing it out. We both knew he’d be begging soon. I closed my mouth back over his cock, pressed my fingers against the base, and started sucking hard, rubbing my tongue against his glans. Within seconds, I heard, “Please.” 

I paused to tweak his nipples hard. “Please what?” I sucked again, but it wasn’t necessary. He was already whimpering, “Please use the plug!” 

I gave him a few more seconds of stimulation as reward. “Well, since you asked….”

I had become much more comfortable with his ass since we first started anal play, and it was quite satisfying to slide the plug—the medium sized plug from the “beginner” set, which hadn’t been used yet—watching his ass resist slightly and then lovingly grip it inside. 

I gagged him, covered his ears with headphones blasting our usual bondage soundtrack, and settled in to write.

It’s quite inspiring to sit here with the vibrator between my legs listening to him groan, watching him squirm as much as he can against his ties. We had to remove the plug about halfway through once it got uncomfortable, but it was quite thrilling to pause my typing to suck him into my mouth and know that with every small thrust of his hips he was stimulated unbearably at both ends. I’ve brought him to the edge about five times now.

Time to wrap up. I want to cum. 

Happy Independence Day. Especially for those of you who’ve given up a few particular freedoms to a deserving goddess ;)

Until next time,

Mistress K

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