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Numbing cream

This morning I had some time to be lazy in the bed before work. I was going to edge, then I remembered the numbing cream. I have Emla for using before laser epilation (to get rid of the hair) on my labia. 

I’ve been fantasizing about BeingFuckedWithNumbingCreamOn SlowlyLosingSensationAnd WastingTheRareChanceToCum for some time now. Wanted to try how it really feels.

I took the cream from the bed side drawer and put a large amount on my finger. 

Even the thought of this made my pussy drip. Without even touching my clit, I was on the edge. It’s all in the mind, after all ;) In my strange mind. 

I reached my clit and rubbed the whole amount in circles, until it was all soaked. Some on the surrounding area too. I made sure there was an excess amount of cream directly on the clit. 

I edged, just from this brief stimulation on my clit. With the thought of the numbing cream, it was so intense. I stopped touching, but I was going to go over the edge, I could feel it. So I opened my legs wide and opened my labia with hands wide, to stop the slightest contact on my clit. Like that, I waited for 10 minutes, and rubbed to test. The sense had decreased, but I could still feel the touch. Ahh it was soo sweet. I waited another 15 minutes and rubbed again. Oh my.. nothing. 

My clit stopped existing. I touched and rubbed and pressed. Nothing. Just a piece of nerveless meat. Like your mouth after the dentist gives you the anesthetic shot.

My clit completely numbed, I reached for my dildo. It is very smooth, polished wood, curved, to press the right spots inside. I started fucking myself with it. There was a lot of pleasure from the dildo too. I thought I was getting close. If I went over the edge I decided to let it happen so that I prove myself that I can cum from penetration only. I would cum, and remove the dildo just when I start to throb, and ruin it. 

Idea of ruining a penetration-only orgasm sounded so evil. Made me hotter. 

I fucked myself so fast with the dildo. Without my clit feeling nothing, the pleasure was intense, but just not enough. Or maybe it would be enough if I could continue as long as necessary but my arm would get so tired after like 4-5 minutes I’d need to stop and rest. With each frenzied thrust, I edged. With each stop for rest, I calmed down. As I was fucking myself with the dildo like crazy I heard these inner voices of some strangers I imagined playing with me:

 “This is all you get for pleasure now. Your clit is gone. Kaputt. Nada. All you get is penetration only. Cum from this.” 

This was so hot and I was so close I was panting and moaning in the bedroom out loud and sweating… Yet I could not go over that edge.

More than an hour of furiously trying, my arms were very tired, and my body was very frustrated. I gave up. I dressed, and came to work.

My clit came back like half and hour later I left home. It started throbbing with need under my jeans.

I have been at work for 3 hours. I can not do real work. I can not concentrate on anything. The ache on my pussy has consumed me. The need is overwhelming.

When I talk to my colleagues, it’s like I’m faking the conversation. What I’m really thinking about is the ache.

Instead of doing proper work, I am typing this on my laptop, getting wetter and more needy as type it.

13 orgasms left for the year...

I'm only allowed 13 orgasms for the rest of the year and sir decides when I can have them...

Date Night - Dinner

The drive to the restaurant was quiet.  All Jessica could think about was the ache between her legs.  She wanted relief in the worst way and now all she would have was a long dinner to sit through before there would be any chance of relief.  She shifted in the passenger seat, feeling her moistness from her now uncovered sex.  She looked over at him, a small smile crossing her lips.  She couldn’t help but feel more attracted to him, the way he was able to control her, make her succumb to his wishes.  It made her feel free in a way nothing else could. Yielding to his wishes, his command gave her a feeling of comfort and security.  It also drove her wild beyond belief. 

They arrived at the restaurant and he parked the car.  He turned and looked at her, leaning in and kissing her softly on the cheek, then on the lips.  His hand slid up her leg, barely pushing the dress up her thigh.  “You look so sexy tonight, baby, I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands off of you.”  He inched his hand higher on her thigh, as she took a deep audible breath inward.  His mouth moved to her neck briefly, his lips gently touching her nape.  He lingered for a moment, taking in her sweet scent, enjoying the feel of her on his lips.  He pulled away and then opened the door, getting out of the car, going around the other way and opening Jessica’s door for her. 

He took her hand as they entered the small quiet restaurant.  He asked for a booth in the back of the restaurant.  The hostess led them to the booth, tucked away in the corner of the restaurant, quiet and almost a little secluded.  Jessica slid in first, and he sat next to her, close to her.  He looked at the menu quickly, thinking about what he would have.  Placing it down, he wrapped his arm around Jessica’s waist, pulling her in close to him.  His other hand rested underneath the table, his fingers gently rubbing her thigh.  He looked at her, and she back at him, his cock stirring as he felt the smooth soft skin of Jessica’s leg.  He moved his hand up her thigh slowly, his eyes now locked on hers.  “Open your legs.  Now.”, he said quietly but firmly to her as she complied, her eyes still on his, her heart once again beginning to pound harder.  “Yes, Sir”, she said quietly as she opened her thighs to him, her mind so focused on the feel of his fingers against her, her body already overstimulated by his inspection of her at their house.  The second his fingers touched her waiting sex, she let out a low “oh goddddd”, as he felt her wetness immediately.  She leaned her head back ever so slightly, her eyes gently closing, as her mind zeroed in on his touch.

He slipped a finger gently inside her as she gasped quietly.  “Fuckkkkk”, she said so softly, so sexily that his cock instantly stood up on end, her eyes opening back up and looking at him, so lust filled as she wanted more, more of his hand, more of everything.  “That feel good, kitten?”  She nodded her head slowly at him, opening her legs more, when suddenly she saw the waiterout of the corner of her eye.  She felt a surge of panic as he approached, his footsteps getting closer. 

“Sir, the waiter is coming.”, she said softly, beginning to close her legs and shift her position.  Before she could move, his other hand clamped down on her thigh.  “Keep them open.  I’m not finished playing with what’s mine.” 

“But, Sir…"  He looked at her sternly.  “I said keep them open.  Don’t make me tell you again.  Spread your legs.  Now.”  Jessica felt her face blush as the waiter approached.  She opened her legs, her face burning.  “Yes, Sir”, she said quietly as she felt another finger slip inside her.  As his second finger slid inside her, she felt his thumb gently start to stroke her clit, the sensation of his fingers quickly overcoming her nerves

“Good evening”, the waiter said in his most professional voice.  “I’m Tony and I’ll be serving you tonight.  Would you like to hear the specials?”  Jessica could barely hear anything as his thumb pressed harder against her button, her body now beginning to go into overdrive.  “Yes, please”, he said looking at the waiter. 

“Well for starters, tonight we have a clam chowder….”, the waiter began, Jessica’s mind drifted off again, her legs almost involuntarily widening as she tried to stifle a gasp.  She looked over at him, his fingers working away inside her, driving her to the verge of insanity, his face focused on the waiter. 

“Sounds delicious.  Red or white?”, he asked, pressing against her clit harder.  Jessica’s heart pounded as she let out a soft “ohhh”, as the waiter answered.  “White, Sir, it’s quite good.”  The waiter continued on with the specials for the evening, Jessica not hearing anything he was saying, her mind swirling. 

“Can I get you both started with something to drink?”, the waiter asked, his eyes turning to Jessica.  Jessica looked straight ahead, completely lost in the moment, the only thing she was aware of was the fingers inside her and on her clit and her slowly building orgasm. 

“Sweetheart, the waiter is talking to you”, he said to her gently, his fingers slipping in and out of her harder now.  Jessica suddenly looked up, flustered and startled, her face flushing as she looked at the waiter.  “I’m so…sorry, what did you ask me?

“Something to drink, Miss?” the waiter said, the slightest look of curiosity on his face now. 

“Oh”, Jessica stammered, as he pressed on her clit harder now, his thumb swirling over it hard and fast.  “Ohhh godd, umm, just a class of chardonnay please” she said quickly, her face red and shiny, her mouth struggling to just get the words out. 

“I’ll be right back with your drinks”, the waiter said, as he walked away.  As the waiter turned and headed back. He turned and looked at Jessica, wrapping his other arm around her waist tightly, pulling her closer to him. 

“Look at me, kitten”, he said to her his eyes wide and intense.  He slipped a third finger inside her, as she gasped, the pleasure overwhelming her now as his thumb maintained a steady, pace. 

“Fuckkkkk, Sir.  Oh fuckkkkk, please, Sir”

“What am I touching, kitten?”

“Your pussy, Sir.  Oh my fuckkkiing God, Sir, please, Sir.”  His fingers continued working deeper and faster, massaging and pumping inside her. 

“When do I get to touch what’s mine, kitten?”, his eyes firmly locked on hers.  She didn’t dare break eye contact with him now. 

Jessica gasped as he pressed hard on her clit, her body almost exploding with arousal.   “Whenever you want, Sir”, she gasped, her whisper breathy and desperate.  She was on the brink of climaxing now and they both knew it.  He rotated his thumb faster now, swirling over her clit, her button swelling and becoming more sensitive with each second.

“When do you cum?”

“Fuckkkk, Sir, holy fuckkkk please, Sir.”

“When do you cum?”, he growled at her, his fingers deep inside her, filling her as deep as they could go, her sex desperate for more.

“Ahhhh, ohhhhh, ahhh, godddd, whenever you tell me to, Sir, oh my goddd, Sir, please can I cum, Sir, please?”

Her face was flushed and reddened, her voice almost too loud, but she didn’t care anymore.  All she could feel was his fingers and her body desperately needed release.  More than anything in the world, all she wanted was climax.

“You want to cum right here in front of the entire restaurant, kitten?”

“Yesssss, Sir.  Please, Sir.  Please let me cum, Sir”

“Very well, kitten."  With that permission, Jessica went over the edge, her body spasming with ecstasy.  "Ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh, goddd, ohhhh fuckkkkk me, ohhhh, holyyyyy shittt, oh goddddd.  She managed to keep her moans restrained and quiet, her eyes closing tightly as the orgasm gripped her hard and long.  He had never done anything like this to her before and the arousal of the entire situation just took over her body.  She finally came down from the wave of pleasure, her body trembling, her thighs shaking as his fingers, soaked with her juices exited her throbbing sex.  She looked at him, her eyes filled with lust.  "Thank you, Sir”, she said and kissed him on the lips softly, her body warm and soft. 

“Good girl, kitten”, he said, his lust for her on full display.  He placed his hand on her thigh again, sliding it up her dress once more.  “I’m not done yet, kitten.  Open your legs.”  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the waiter coming with their drinks.  She smiled, a small smile, her body already warming up for more.  She opened her legs wide for him this time, eager to please, ready for more, this dinner date quickly becoming the most sensual date she had ever been on. 

She felt his fingers begin to stroke the folds of her, her body already on overdrive.  She looked at him with a seductive smile, the naughty girl in her fully awake.  “But Sir, the waiter is coming”, the gleam in her eye shining brightly.

I was lucky

After edging for 19 minutes the fate of morning release ended up being on a spinner. If it landed on 3 I was allowed to cum however if it landed on 5 I would just feel arousal gel covering me. Fortunately it did land on 3 and sir let me have release this morning!

Musical Edges

“We are going to play a game this evening, something simple, yet so much fun”.

Hearing Sir say that was all it took to have Alice and I squirming with anticipation. He ordered us both to strip and once we were naked he had us sit on the couch next to each other. He sat in the chair opposite and for a while he just sat looking at us. The anticipation grew and I could feel my pussy getting so wet. Eventually he opened a playlist of music videos on the TV and then opened up a countdown timer. He told us to look away and when we looked back the playlist was back on the screen. He told us he had started a countdown and then explained what the timer was for. He told us that we were going to play musical edges and the winner would get to orgasm and the loser would be denied. It was purely a game of chance which one of us would get to cum.

The rules were simple. He had both us of touch and tease our pussies and the first one of us to edge would start first. Alice edged first and he then told us the rules. He would start the playlist of music videos and whilst the first song was playing Alice was to touch and edge herself whilst I was to watch. When the song finished and the next one started we would switch and I would have to touch and edge whilst Alice watched. The songs varied in length so it was down to chance how long each of us would have to edge. The game would end when the timer went off. Whichever one of us was touching when the timer went off would be allowed to cum. We both nodded and told him we understood and we set about playing the game.

For the next two hours we both teased and edged our pussies. It felt so good but was so torturous having to stop each time the song changed and I had to sit there squirming and watching Alice give herself pleasure. As time passed and I edged more and more I got more and more needy. The edges started getting so intense and were making my pussy so so desperate to cum. Knowing that I could get to make her cum made her so needy but also knowing that it was a 50/50 chance was such a turn on. All the while we played our game Sir sat watching us, slowly stroking his cock and knowing he was enjoying the show only made me more aroused. 

When the timer went off I was riding on the edge and realised I had won an orgasm. I was edging so close and as soon as I realised I asked Sir if I was allowed my prize. He nodded and I edged closer and closer until I couldn’t stop it and I crashed into orgasmic bliss. I squirmed and writhed against Alice as waves of pleasure coursed through me and my pussy pounded and tingled with ecstasy. When I came down from my orgasmic high I thanked Sir and then Alice and I slid off the couch and crawled over to his chair and between us we spent a while worshipping his cock and giving him pleasure. I do enjoy playing Sir’s fun games.

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D/s 101: If you call yourself a Dominant, don’t do this stuff...

You have adopted a title that should come with a giant heaping dose of honor, respect, and trustworthiness. 

1. Don’t make demands of submissive girls that don’t belong to you. You should know the difference between having the ability to control your own submissive, and how you should be treating all the rest that don’t belong to you.

2. Don’t talk intimately/woo other submissives behind the back of the one that belongs to you. All the time and energy you have to put into the submissive world should be aimed at your own submissive. If you want a different submissive, do the right thing, and break with the one you currently own first.

3. Don’t ditch submissives. How would you feel if the person you depend on for nearly everything suddenly went up in a puff of smoke, and was never heard from again? How would it effect your ability to trust someone else to take up the same role in your life? Stop ghosting, and ruining perfectly good submissives. 

4. Don’t cut your submissive out from contributing to your relationship. Yes, I know she put you in charge, but relationships evolve, and if you don’t attend to what she wants out of yours, your relationship is likely to evolve in separate directions. You can still be in charge, and listen to her wants and needs, I promise. 

5. Don’t ask someone you just met to be your submissive. It’s your job to inspire her to submit to you, by getting to know who she is, and showing her that you are the single most qualified man to be her Dominant. Don’t be lazy. Being a Dominant takes a lot of focus and energy. If you’re not up for that, go find another title to adopt. 

6. Don’t put your submissive on a shelf when caring for her is not convenient to you, and take her down off the shelf when it suits you. Submissives are human beings, and though some of them like to be treated like objects from time to time, they should not be ignored when you don’t feel like dealing with your relationship. If you don’t have to the time and energy to adopt the role of Dominant for someone, then don’t do it in a half-assed way.

7. Don’t compare your current submissive with past submissives. It’s not a competition. You should be making her feel like she’s the most important person in your current world, so don’t make her feel like she’s less than other submissives, or that you’re pining for something you no longer have, and feel you can’t have with her. 

8. Don’t skimp on the essential ingredients in D/s relationships. Don’t be that guy who limits your submissives safeword in any way. A safeword is the difference between consensual sex, and possible rape and abuse. Don’t skimp on aftercare. Let her know how much you appreciate all the control she continuously allows you to have over her, and how well she is performing for you. It’s the difference between a proud and happy submissive, and a sad and confused one. 

9. Don’t make unilateral decisions that your submissive is directly opposed to. You don’t get to decide your submissive needs a sister because it suits you to have a second submissive to play with, when it’s patently against her wishes. Once again, it’s her relationship too. 

10. Don’t lie to your submissive. It’s all about trust. It’s trust that inspires her to submit to you. It’s trust that inspires her to allow you to continue to hold her submission. One or two breaches of trust, and it all falls apart. 

JD🌹

Indeed it is.

A new mantra

Sir has trained me to memorize a new mantra.

It seemed quite long at first and I didnt think I could do it but I’ve had to practice with my eyes closed. 

“I'm such a good obedient pet for sir. Good obedient pets need to obey. Good submissive girls need to submit. Good girls don't think. Good girls just listen. Good girls obey.”

I’m to practice it for my morning edges.

Being helplessly conditioned makes me so horny and aroused which adds a lot of frustration as I haven’t had an orgasm for about 4 weeks now.

Waiting

Just laying down all needy and aroused waiting for Sir to use me for pleasure. I'm currently on a call with sir and a friend. I'm so horny and I've just been told to browse tumblr while I wait.