Foryourdestruction - Destruction

Cruel to be Kind

Is it cruel or kind to ruin the male orgasm?

Ruined orgasms make little sense if the male is a dom. He gets pure enjoyment from it, it feels great, and afterwards, he will still be in the proper frame of mind to remain dominant. Nothing is lost in the process.

But what of the submissive male? He has been a good boy all week, so you decide that he deserves an orgasm. You remove his chastity device and tease him into a frenzy. At that moment, he needs to cum so badly, to the point where he would do humiliating things he probably wouldn’t normally do to achieve it. He is as submissive as he will ever be as you decide that you have teased him enough, and you send him crashing over the edge. The only problem is, his submissive feelings crash as well, as his body releases prolactin during the full male orgasm.

Suddenly, your good boy goes through a drastic change. He loses most of his lust for you, his owner, which inspired much of his subordinate behavior. He may even balk at being relocked in his chastity cage. What the hell just happened? He has been feeling so submissive to you but most of that feeling just got flushed from his system along with his semen. What he wanted, needed, maybe even begged for a few seconds ago is immediately regretted by you both. Why?

As a domme you will feel peeved by his sudden change in demeanor.  You think his submission to you shouldn’t change just because of a momentary bodily function. Are you just a kink dispenser for him? He should be submissive no matter what. And you know what? A truly submissive male will agree with those thoughts, feeling guilty and disappointed with himself over it. His heart will be filled with dread and self doubt. He will regret having that orgasm just as much as you now regret giving it to him.

Not only does he enjoy serving and obeying you, he also loves the general feeling of being submissive. It is a part of him, a part of who he is, how he identifies himself, and he has just lost that. The release of prolactin ruins his submissive frame of mind making it hard for him to submit afterwards for a few hours, to even a day or two. He feels bad, but has no control over the process. But working in collaboration with you, as a team , it can be controlled.

The ruined male orgasm. Is it really ruined, or is it simply improved upon? After all, it is still pleasurable to him, just not as powerful and intense as a full orgasm. The important part is denying the prolactin release. If successful, not only will his submissive feelings remain, his horniness and lust which are pleasurable to him in their own right will continue (subdued) as well.

Are a few seconds of intense pleasure worth it in the end? Or is it better to trade that short burst for a much longer but still highly enjoyable experience? After all, he isn’t really gaining anything by orgasming. He is trading one pleasure for another, his submissive feelings that can last days for a quick burst of intensity that lasts only seconds, and ruins everything else.

We have decided that ruined orgasms will be the answer in the foreseeable future. It’s just better, for both of us.

How about you be pathetic little slave and get on your fucking knees naked.

As I slap your face around. Step on your cunt. Spit in your open mouth. And treat you like filth. How about I bruise you. Humiliate you. And use you for my sadistic amusement. How about you suffer for me? And then. Then I’m going to mark you in my scents. Humiliate you in them too. First I’ll grab you by the hair and will drag your face against my heavy balls. Forcefully rubbing your face against my musky sack as I treat you like filth, and make your face smell like it too. Then I’ll rub and slap my fat cock all over your face. Smearing my pre-cum over your soft cheeks. Until you reek of needy cockslut. Which a pathetic sex slave like you should. And then. Then I grab you by the face and push you in between my hairy ass cheeks. Forcing you to smell and worship the heavy scent of my ass. You might struggle a bit. Sob. Try to plead for mercy. But you ain’t fucking getting any. I’ll force you to rim my asshole. Force you to taste my ass. And I’ll praise you for being such a pathetic ass eating little slave for Master. And then. I have to finish my cumming all over your face and the floor. Forcing you to lick up every drop that fell. Treating you like my personal little cumrag.

VR-Tech claimed their latest immersion suit was state of the art. The experimental neural interface was supposed to be unhackable. That’s what they said.

They were lying.

Sabrina want sure about the tight fitting VR suit, but it was a present and curiosity won out. She had to strip to put the suit on and it clung to her like a second skin. She gasped as the suit ran through its startup sequence and the thousands of tactile receptors caressed her body.

She knew something was wrong the moment she opened her eyes. Instead of the colorful Favreau land she had selected, Sabrina find herself in a strange bedroom. Cursing she triggered the eject, but nothing happen. She tried again, panic growing.

And then she felt it. The suit caressing her body, tiny fingers vibrating and teasing her breasts and crotch. Despite herself she felt her body react, nipples hardening, her sex growing damp as it craved more sensation.

A whimper slipped from between her lips. She couldn’t move at all now and the sensations were getting stronger and stronger. Soon she was going to…

The orgasm swept through her immobilized body leaving her panting and exhausted. But the sensations didn’t stop.

Again and again orgasm ravaged her helpless body.

And then the voice started. It was a whisper at first. A promise of relief and release.

All she had to do was give in and obey.

Relax. Sink. Obey.

Sabrina sobbed as the sensations built again.

Relax. Sink. Obey.

Her mind almost lost to the overwhelming pleasure, she gave in.

Relax. Sink. Obey.

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Marked by her

She went to the work today and as always I helped her in the morning with all the routines.

But before getting dressed and leaving she led me to the bathroom, commanded me to get naked and sit in the tub.

She climbed inside too, and I realized what she is up to. I leaned towards her crotch, thinking she wants me to swallow it, but she strongly slapped me in my cheek.

“Down!”, she commanded and I went down, almost lied. She pissed on me, on my face and my hair, on my neck and collar on my breasts, on my stomach. The warm stream doused me.

I looked up at her filling ultimate humiliation and submission. How gorgeous she looked! Then she commanded me to go out of the tub, and said to use my towel to wipe myself. I did it, while she was washing her legs.

Then she said I shouldn’t get a shower whole day, and then she put her clothes on and left. Though I now was dry, I still felt her scent. I put my home clothes on, even dried out my hair with the hair dryer. But I still feel her scent. Even now. It is everywhere.

I had some calls on my work, and of course I was sitting there feeling her scent on me. To be honest, I couldn’t concentrate on work, just the memory of her standing on me, pissing and the flash pain on my cheek from the slap. So perfect, so intense.

I already texted her few times saying how much I love her and appreciate her. She is absolutely perfect. She marked me and made me to feel her dominance even when she is not here.

Because its ok to feel sexy.