An Orgasm a Day.

My wife used to be quite an orgasmic woman.

In those formative years when people experiment with themselves my darling slave experimented quite a bit.

Yet somehow in the years after that exploration and marriage she went from an orgasm a day to 2-3 a week. Quite a difference!

The hope when she was the Mistress was that we would get back to the 1 orgasm a day she used to feel when she was exploring.

Even at the height of her control I could not achieve the desired effect of 1 orgasm a day.

Yet, now with my dominance it is so clear how to get to 1 orgasm a day. Starting tomorrow my slave will be required to orgasm every single day. Quite often I hope to include a lot of intimacy in this however even if she is not fully in the mood she will orgasm every single day because it pleases me.

Thankfully we have the Magic Wand. With that little device she will be able to orgasm every single day within 5-10 minutes even if she is not initially aroused.

She agreed to this readily even though she realizes that she will not always be horny and in the mood for an orgasm.

She wants to achieve a level of sexuality with me that she hasn't achieved before. A required orgasm a day is the best way to it.

Let's see how the first week goes, shall we? ;-)

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.

The Magic Wand

My wife has always been a bit anxious trying new things in a sexual sense. Stepping outside her comfort zone has always been slowly and with baby steps.

I recall once being in a sex shop with her and looking at the myriad of vibrators we could have bought. I remember having to convince her that buying one with a built in 'rabbit' was the way to go for some great sexual release.

I remember her asking me what "this sorcery" was when the rabbit ears touched her clit for the very first time.

Much of our sexual exploration has been slow, some nervous tension, and then amazing results. Another example is when she was nervous of mounting my face however once that dildo gag was in my mouth she rode herself to a quick and mind numbing orgasm.

Well the other day someone on twitter recommended I get a Magic Wand. I knew of the device and I was already tempted to purchase one. You see we have 180 feet of bondage rope enroute and I saw some pretty interesting looking harnesses with that very vibrator in mind. But I just didn't know if it would be too intense for my slave.

@PropertyofSir on twitter assured me it would be the best decision I made to buy one. With that in mind, and my already large desire to have this for a bondage harness, I purchased it on Friday.

Well, Amazon works fast! I had it in hand Saturday night. I tested it out a bit on myself and I must say the feeling of it on my shaft, for the briefest of moments, was divine. I knew that my slave would be hooked.

My initial plan was to blindfold her and then surprise her with the device. However plans are not always easy to keep. I started to feel sick so I laid on the bed and relaxed. My slave came home and saw the wand and was instantly curious.

She e-mailed me, as is custom upon first waking up and before going to sleep, and told me she was excited to try the wand.

I happened to wake up and read the e-mail before she went to sleep. I looked her in the eyesand asked "Maybe I should wand you right now. Would you like that?"

She immediately averted her gaze from my eyes and squirmed in the bed some yet she did no answer me in the negative or affirmative.

I tilted her chin up so she would look me in the eyes again. "Slave?"

A small, imperceptible nod was my only answer. It was the only one I needed. As I leaned over to plug the wand into the outlet I directed her to pull her sleep pants down and to present.

Definition time! Present is the term I use when I want her to spread her legs for me. When she is standing she spreads her legs and places her hands behind her back. When she is laying on the bed her legs are spread wide and hands are placed on her thighs, so close to being able to touch my property however unable to do so without permission.

By the time I rolled back over she was presented and waiting. I placed the wand to her clit and turned it on low. The effects were almost immediate. Her breathing got heavier, her hips began to gyrate, her body began to respond.

As her eyes fluttered shut and her lips quivered I upped the speed to the high setting. Her muscles clenched, she groaned and in under 5 minutes she came. Within 10 she had two full orgasms.

She even began to giggle for no apparent reason. I am assuming the tension release was great.

Suffice it to say I can not wait to erect a harness to keep the wand in place for hours.

I wonder how long she could last.

How long should I make her last?

 

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

While the Iron's Hot

Our first anal experience was completely unplanned.

For months my slave had been hinting—sometimes not at all subtly—that he wanted it. First the vibrator appeared, intended for use on him although it ended up equally useful for me. Next came the instinctive flinching whenever he was tied up, as if I were about to conduct a sneak attack on his anus while he couldn’t see or move. Then he described his fantasies of being tied spread-eagle and forced to beg me to fuck him in the ass. Of course we would find a strap-on that stimulated me, too, he promised.

I was not too sure about all this. First of all, anal meant being careful. What if I hurt him? I could shove the thing in too fast, or in the wrong direction, or without quite enough lube, and bam, problems! (At least, it seemed so to me.) And the other thing was…well, it was gross. Surely my hands, the sheets, and everything else would end up slick with bacteria-laden lube, and that simply wasn’t appealing.

Fortunately, I have a time-tested method of forcing myself to try scary new things: I surprise myself by just doing it, without forethought, completely out of the blue.

“It’s just so gross,” I said, for the first time fully explaining my reasons for delaying this. J was tied hand and foot to the bed, lying on his back, chatting with me as I idly teased us both. “And I’m afraid I’ll hurt you. I don’t know.”

“You won’t hurt me as long as you use lots of lube, and as long as I’m not gagged and can talk to you. As for the mess, well, we’ll put a towel under my butt, and I have nice Nitrile gloves in my bag so you don’t have to feel latex against your skin.” My slave knows I hate the feel of latex. (Unfortunate for a Domme, but so it goes.)

I pondered him quietly for a moment while the wheels turned in the back of my head. Suddenly, without consciously making a decision, I sprang up from the bed. “Where are the gloves?” I asked.

“What…what are you doing?” he asked tremulously.

“Striking while the iron’s hot,” I said. “Where are they?”

Soon the towel was spread beneath him, my hair was pulled back, and I was ominously snapping a pair of purple medical gloves between my hands.

“Well. Let’s do this.” His legs trembled as I lubed my palms and liberally spread the slippery liquid over the vibrator. A whimper escaped him as my fingers gently slid into his crack, slicking moisture all around, sliding ever-so-slightly inside.

“You’re really doing this?” His high-pitched whine rang with disbelief that part of his fantasy was actually being enacted. I merely slid the tip of the vibrator into him in response.

As I watched his hips rise and grind toward my hand, his fists clenching against the headboard, his face contorted…I knew that once again he’d been right. After seeing how much he enjoyed this, I was going to want to do it again…and again…and again….

Mistress K

Choices

My slave is waiting for a punishment.

I gave him a nearly impossible decision last night. It was diabolical, really. Cum, and be punished. Don’t cum, and don’t be punished. (But I’m not promising you’ll have even the chance to cum again anytime soon. Think carefully.)

What would you do, slave readers? I’ll give you some context so you can make your choice….

My slave and I cuddled on the couch a bit last night. As usual, I lounged in some comfortable pajamas while he sat naked except for his two-inch-thick black leather collar, which for the last few weeks he has been commanded to wear whenever at home.

I was very engrossed in rereading Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles, and I wasn’t sure I was much interested in sex that evening. But, naturally, with my slave’s warm body cuddled up beside me, my free hand did wander over to stroke now and then. My slave shaves himself, as I’ve mentioned before, and while I read I simply started sliding my fingers along that bare skin more and more. I wasn’t paying attention to it, really. Just petting. Enjoying the smooth skin over his pelvis. Scooping his balls into my palm and lightly squeezing. Trailing my fingertips up his slightly hardening shaft, feeling it jerk and twitch. Encircling the head tightly with my index finger and thumb, stroking down as the cock lengthened between my fingers. Slapping and tapping at it as it rose and bobbed higher into the air.

I didn’t look at it much. I didn’t look at him much. He sat there trembling, occasionally gasping a bit, his eyes focused on the floor or on my hand. He didn’t presume to try to attract my attention. He knew that I was focused elsewhere. My slave does not impose upon me when I’m enjoying myself.

Around the time my slave started whimpering, I came to the end of a pivotal chapter. I knew it was time to pause in my reading, but I wasn’t quite ready for sleep. My body had enjoyed the slow, gentle arousal of sitting next to my naked slave, registering his incredible horniness in a distant part of my mind. My pussy was soft and a little moist; my nipples were getting tight against my soft cotton shirt. I smiled the cat-that-ate-the-canary smile that always frightens and excites my slave, and I said, “Meet me in the bedroom, slave. And bring me a glass of water.”

A whimper escaped him, and he stood up immediately, his head down, responding, “Yes, Mistress,” in that hushed tone he uses when feeling submissive.

By the time he reached the bedroom, I lay naked against our satiny golden sheets, my hand between my thighs spreading the dampness around, circling my clit, testing the waters.

“Bring me the vibrator and come lie next to me. Play with my nipples,” I commanded simply. He placed the vibrator within easy reach and lay down alongside me, careful not touch me in any way I had not requested.

My slave knew how I liked my nipples touched. I had taught him myself, very clearly. I did not worry about insulting him or hurting his feelings by insinuating that he didn’t do it well enough himself. He wants to please me, and I want maximum pleasure. When I explicitly teach him what pleases me, we both win.

I continued touching myself, dipping into the moisture welling from my pussy, slicking it up to my sensitive clit, while he began to play. He brought the soft, cool sheet over my chest and brushed both my nipples with his fingers at the same time, the sensation drawing a gasp from me as a surge of pleasure shot through my clit. He stroked my breasts through the cloth for a few moments, and then, as I drew out the vibrator, he removed it so I could feel his hands against my bare skin.

I delved between my lips with the vibrator, quickly ramping up the setting since I was already highly aroused and ready for stimulation. My slave’s cock was probably hard; his hips were rhythmically grinding against the air. I cannot say exactly what he was doing or thinking. I wasn’t paying attention. I was getting so close.

His fingers circled my breasts until my body was reaching toward him, begging for that touch. The vibrator was in the perfect spot, my clit about to ignite, my every muscle tensing in anticipation. I heard myself begin whimpering too, small noises deep in my throat, aching, pleading noises. Finally, when I was about to command it, when I was poised to explode, his fingers pinched my nipples, hard but perfect, and I came hard, screaming, moaning, my body arching off the bed, the vibrator still pressed against my clit.

Slowly the tremors slowed, contentment spread throughout my body, and my awareness grew. My slave’s hands stroked away from my nipples, down my abdomen, pressing against me lightly but hopefully. I sighed in satisfaction and turned my face toward him, nuzzling his chest below the collar, biting his nipple gently. I noticed his whimpering, his grinding, his eyes moving back and forth between my face to my cunny.

“Mmm,” I sighed again. “Not tonight, slave. I’m so content.”

He whined loudly in protest, his hips thrusting hard in disappointed reaction.

“Not at all?”

“No.”

“But Mistress, when may slave cum again?”

I took a moment to consider. We have ventured only so far into orgasm denial territory yet, and I didn’t want to press him too hard. But neither did I want to give in simply because he was horny. I was pleased with the night’s work.

“You have a choice to make, slave. After I go to sleep, you will stroke yourself to the edge. You can then either cum or not cum. If you cum, you will be punished. I will tie you face down to the bed, your legs spread wide, your ass in the air, completely vulnerable to me. I will crop you, hard, fifty times. And then you will lie there and wonder whether I am going to get the vibrator and use it to fuck your ass.”

He lay there groaning, his hand already fastened to the hard cock, moving up and down.

“If you don’t cum,” I continued, “you will not be punished. But I don’t know when you’ll cum again. And you may still incur punishment for something else in the next few days. Who knows?”

“But Mistress, this is an impossible decision!”

“You have your orders, slave.”

With that, I turned off the lamp, curled up on my side, and drifted off to sleep.

As I said, my slave is waiting for a punishment today. I guess you know what he chose. Can you blame him?

Mistress K