For this year’s A-Z Challenge I decided to focus on things that I have come across during our 5 years of active kink, and share my experiences and things I have learned, my opinion or things I am curious about. In each post I am using an image that has been used on my blog before, with a link to the original post.
Continued from… N is for Nipples & More
Obedience must be my middle name. For as long as I can remember I have been obedient, following the rules and not questioning anything. It’s just part of who I am. I prefer to use my energy for other things than trying to get to the bottom of things that I won’t be able to change anyway. This obedient nature shines through in my submission. That said, I have to admit that I definitely have my moments that I go against the rules Master T has set for me, but I always confess if I have done something wrong, even if there is no way for him to find out I have done something wrong. What’s the use of agreeing on rules and then breaking them behind his back, right?
There was a time that I would have told you that I prefer to be on the receiving end of oral sex. Thankfully, with Master T, I have learned to enjoy giving oral sex. He was the first and for quite some time the only man I have swallowed. Nowadays we have playdates with others – men and women – and during those dates I get to perform oral sex. Yes, on both men and women. I don’t have a preference. Sucking a man is quite different than sucking a woman and not only because of the anatomy. It’s also different because of the way the person reacts. Women just seem to be more responsive than men, but something else that makes it different for me is that the women we play with are not necessarily dominant (or even submissive) but the men are always dominant. With the women it comes naturally for me to suck them, it’s part of the sex that happens between us, whereas when I suck a man, I am normally ordered to do so. Not that I mind…
Now who doesn’t like orgasms. The lovely release of the built-up tension in your body. The content and blissful feeling afterwards. Sometimes getting to an orgasm takes several minutes, but you can also drag it out before you finally get to the point where you allow the release.
In our relationship I am not allowed to have an orgasm unless I have asked Master T for permission or he has ordered me to have one. This doesn’t mean that I don’t masturbate. I do, but then I don’t ask for permission before the time and I just don’t have an orgasm. I stop just before an orgasm happens. In other words, I edge. Sometimes I stop so close to the edge that I know I have to stop right there and not try it again, because then I will climax. I love the feeling of edging, but only for so long, because then it gets frustrating and I want my release.
Something else I like is orgasm denial. There is just something magical in Master T being the one to decide when I am allowed to orgasm. Somehow, when he tells me that I am not allowed to have an orgasm for a week or so, I am constantly thinking about orgasms. Denial seems to focus me.
To be continued… P is for Pain & More
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