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Foot fetishist

Posted in FemDom, Sex and horniness on September 9, 2009 by Maitresse

I’ve recently been getting mail from a young man who is quite keen on women’s arches. He was avidly describing for me a scene in which he was permitted to worship the feet of an older woman while another young slut was made to watch him.

In art, bare feet are sometimes used as a metaphor for genitalia… which kind of makes you wonder about all that stuff about Ruth uncovering the feet of Boaz… A new perspective on religious art? Or what’s really going on in the minds of artists forced to work within those constraints.

I rather like having my feet rubbed and kissed. By a trusted slut, of course. It’s a great reward for an obedient submissive male.

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What is a slut for?

Posted in FemDom, male submission, orgasmic utensils, Sex and horniness with tags , , on June 4, 2009 by Maitresse

Recently I haven’t been torturing my slut a whole lot. Once I’d figured out how to successfully punish him without having to put him in the corner for an hour, which would be boring, I’ve been using him for other things.

Maybe it’s something in the water? Whatever it is Mistress has been feeling Her oats, so to speak. I’ve been quite horny. And when Mistress is horny it is of course a slut’s duty to please her.

Needless to say this particular Mistress is very pleased with her slut. He comes over when he’s told, stays when he’s told, will go down on me quite willingly and serve me while I’m spanking his balls. He keeps himself in good shape and serves me sexually in whatever positions or with whatever toys I desire. It might also be that I’m very pleased in the midst of this cock culture* to have found a real man. A man who is sensitive, affectionate, obedient and treats me like a Queen in my own house.

A Mistress is, after all, not a submissive woman. She is not someone who likes to be taken for granted or pushed around. She certainly doesn’t wanted to be treated as less than human on account of not having a particular appendage. A Mistress is a woman with hopes, dreams and aspirations. She is in charge of her own life and wants to live it fully.

A Mistress should be treated with respect. Mistress desires that her slut obey her commands, worship her body and listen to her wishes. If Mistress desires to have an intelligent conversation or a bit of a laugh over something, then it is also appropriate for a slut to accomodate this.

But lately around here it’s been all sex. Wandering around a warehouse full of sex toys might have rubbed off on me. How fortunate that I have a suitable slut to meet all my requirements. The other night he spent an hour or so rubbing my feet and back before being ordered in to my bed. I got on top for a while after he’d licked me, allowing him to worship the sacred cunt of a Priestess, to offer his submission to myself and my Goddess. After I’d had a couple of small orgasms he licked me again. That’s an amazing feeling that, to have a man’s mouth on you, licking and kissing, after penetration. I enjoy lying back on the bed with my legs spread to welcome his attention. It’s a perfect winding down after sex.

Now that I think about it, I’d better order him over again this weekend.

*In which men are influenced by “lad mags” etc. into believing they can treat women as some kind of portable toilets.**

**That is, a receptacle they can jerk off into then walk away from without any genuine respect or appreciation.

Slut sex

Posted in FemDom, male submission, Sex and horniness with tags , , , , on May 21, 2009 by Maitresse

I notice my slut has been busy over on his blog… He delights in recounting his experiences for the enjoyment of others. He’s such a slut.

It’s one of the things I whisper in his ear when I’ve commanded him to serve me in bed. That he’s such a dirty little slut, how he serves his Mistress so willingly, that he’s my property and I can order him to do anything… One of the most wonderful things about owning a submissive male is that despite their being as eager for sex as most males, they don’t take liberties with Mistress’ person or presence. When he comes over to my place he’ll often shave so his face is baby smooth, in case I order him to lick my pussy… but he always waits on my orders. *sigh* How sweet.

When I grab a handful of his hair and push his face down on me, he never resists. One of my favourite tortures is to play with him while he’s eating me. A Mistress will, of course, seek to blur the line between pleasure and pain for her obedient slut. I enjoy holding his lovely hard 9″ cock and teasing him while slapping his balls hard, as he’s going down on me. Despite the pain and constant stimulation, he continues serving and worshiping my cunt for as long as I tell him to. It’s no wonder he’s one of very few men I can cum with. Talk about good foreplay!

Recently in bed I got a little carried away and ordered him to cum after only about half an hour of sex. Naturally he complied, but later I was a little disappointed I’d been so impatient. It’s exquisite to lie in bed having my slut serve me while I’m drifting off to sleep. I missed the feel of his hard cock gently stroking me while I lay in his arms.

Of course the best sexual service is after I’ve just whipped his arse red raw. Last weekend my property was being a mouthy little slut, and since I hadn’t handed out any real corporal punishment or torture in a while it was kind of getting on my nerves. So when the opportunity presented itself I tied him to my four poster bed and gave him a belting. He’s been in training for caning and horsewhipping for a few months now and I felt it was time to extend him a little. After a frustrating evening it was really quite pleasant to feel the arc of the cane in my hand and hear the impact on the pale, soft flesh of his exposed backside. So pleasant that I continued beating him while he groaned and writhed on the bed.

This time the welts grew and darkened quickly. I used the cane on him vertically as well as across his cheeks, so he had dark purple stripes all over his gorgeous behind. It wasn’t long before he was begging for a hug in between strokes. My slut loves being hugged and held after a good whipping. Not only is he my collared property but he desires to submit himself to me and revels in those moments of gentle contact that balance the punishment with my love for him.

That phrase sounds so good I’ll write it again… My darling, dirty little slut is my owned property. I feel such a rush of power and dominance when he submits himself to me and is bound to the bed or bound in rope. With his hands securely tied he puts himself completely in my hands. I can do whatever the fuck I want to him there while he lies naked, vulnerable and imobile on my bed. It is my privilege to consider when to whip him, when to hug or hold him, when to take his erect cock in my mouth and give him a good hard, slow suck before bringing the cane down again hard on his tender flesh or twisting the head of his erection in my fist. Gods I love playing with my slut. He is also my favourite sex toy and I do enjoy him.

The weekend slut

Posted in FemDom, Sex and horniness with tags , , , , on May 5, 2009 by Maitresse

My slut came over on Friday night, dutifully bringing 15 metres of new rope with him. He’s been spending quite a bit of time walking around in a rope harness these days, which he loves and I find quite amusing.

He’d offered to take me out for dinner on the Saturday. This was something of a surprise but certainly a wonderful night. Naturally before we go out together anywhere I whip his arse. He has a European complexion and his skin can be hard to mark, so I really lay in with the cane these days. Even so, the stripes are usually gone the next evening.

After warming him up with the English leather riding crop, I put my hand on the teflon coated cane. Yum! He wasn’t gagged or tied to the bed this time, so there was quite a bit of squirming and muffled swearing as I applied vicious strokes to his bare arse.

It’s really quite funny when he’s groaning trying not to wriggle around too much. As he moans muffled curses into the pillows I frequently stand over his naked body laughing, watching the welts rise on his flesh. There are many occasions on which we’d be over and done, but his reactions provoke me into continuing the corporal punishment just to watch the decorations and antics. It’s so much fun and gets me seriously wet.

Following a good whipping he is free to take me out and all night long I am aware of moments when his eyes lose focus a little as he’s shifting in his seat… It is delightful to observe his continuing awareness of my dominance and ownership of him. It might even be my most favourite part of a night out… Other than times we go to fetish clubs and he rubs my feet and otherwise serves me in public. He is a devoted darling slut.

After dinner he was ordered to serve me again in bed. No bondage this time and no further corporal punishment… the sex turned into a long, slow sensuous tantric experience. He listens to my every command and obeys, except when we fall asleep. I was pleasantly surprised when I first realised he can perform and serve according to a tantric method. Some men are way to quick and eager. Others have no imagination. My darling slut will happily maneuver through three or four of my favourite positions and then allow me to fall asleep in his arms while he’s still hard up behind me.

Next morning we put the new length of rope to good use experimenting with some new harnesses that somewhat confine his upper arms. 10 metres was a little too short to tie off neatly, the 15 metres leaves plenty of rope to play with. At present I’m using lots of diamonds over his back and front, as they look kinda cute, but there’s other patterns of cuffs and angles to be tried. I can see I’m going to have to find a book for some more info on the basics.

We took photos of him in the harness and also hogtied on the floor. He was noticably quieter when bound like that. Who would have thought that just a little bit of rope can reduce a grown man to a spaced out submissive decorating my lounge room floor? That sub space is quite wonderful to observe. It must be an amazing trance like experience. Personally I have other vectors for trance and meditation. The mere thought of being tied up by someone has me wanting to break bones and scratch out eyes. LOL

Afterwards he rubbed my feet and worshiped my arse, like a good little slut. I lay on the floor on blankets while we watched movies together and he continued massaging my feet and legs. I had a wonderful relaxing weekend and my feet feel fabulous.

Slut on a rope

Posted in FemDom, Sex and horniness with tags , on April 27, 2009 by Maitresse

We had a lovely relaxing weekend. Well, relaxing for me. It was cold, windy and raining so we stayed in by the fire and had a lovely time.

My slut enjoyed being my crash test dummy for decorative rope bondage. That’s basically rope in diamond patterns all over the body. I tied him up nice and tight, particularly right up his crotch, and he spent all night cooking, serving and waiting on me in his little harness.

It gave me complete access to him if I wanted to pinch or spank during the evening and I could reach out any time I liked and pull on the rope… which he would feel tightening all over him. The sensation of being bound while he’s serving around the house really enforces the sensation of my ownership and dominance of him. My pretty little slut. Well, my pretty hung like a horse slut.

Because he’d been so good and cooked so well for me, I rewarded him by allowing him to cum. The rope really gets him going, so he was fucking me even more enthusiasticall than normal. I ordered him to cum on my belly, so I can grab a fist full of his hair and force his face down on me to lick it all up. Well, force is hardly the word. More like guiding my dirty little slut. He loves it. He spurted all over the place and even had it on his face.

Later in the night he went down on me for a while, as I lay back on the couch enjoying myself. He might have been a bit cheeky at times, for which his arse was cropped a couple of times, but he was such fun to play with. I really enjoy owning my slut.

DIY

Posted in Sex and horniness with tags , on April 23, 2009 by Maitresse

Been reading again… wasted another day. Well almost. I’m also reading “Mindfuck” by Colin McGinn which is fantastic. There’s some great sex blogs around and one which caught my attention is about masturbation. Solo Lady Love – women and masturbation on the porn for women site, is pretty self explanatory. It’s a great read.

Let’s start with the clitoris, or clit. The pleasure center of a woman, the clit is the one body part that’s only function is to make you feel good. How awesome is that?! To get off, many women touch their clit (the glans of it – the whole clitoris is a structure that reaches into the body and down under the labia!) directly, using one or two fingers to rub, flick, go in little circles, or move back and forth on their button.

I was enjoying this since it’s been on my mind after reading Miss Calico’s thoughts about orgasm the other day. But it was the penultimate paragraph that caught my attention.

There are also women that can come from stroking and playing with their nipples only. Many women use breast and erogenous zone touches to enhance their arousal, but cannot come from it alone. There are also a select few women that can come from thoughts and breathing alone, without any physical stimulation at all. Neat, huh?

How cool would that be, to get off on mind power alone! It can be a bit of a journey to cum at all. It took me until I was about 30 before I could really get into it… and that was DIY. I was married at the time and in a church group, which all but killed my sexuality. *brrr* It’s hard to enjoy your body when you’re being screamed at by some fat old schizophrenic in a suit that you belong to another person and they can do what the hell they want to you. It’s not fun when it’s not consentual. But that’s another story.

It did take some time and experimentation, not to mention all the affirmations written on the bathroom mirror in lipstick! But I got the idea sunk into my subconscious that this is actually my body and I have control over it. (Suck on that you religious fucking pervert!) And this means I get to cum if I bloody well want to.

Ahem… Funny how thoughts wander around when you’re blogging LOL. Spending a few lazy afternoons in bed learning about your physical and emotional responses can do wonders for your security and pleasure.

Since it’s worked really well so far, I’m now thinking about the idea in that advice column. What if you could learn to get off more and more easily? Sports people and others routinely use psychological tricks to enhance their performance and make other constructive alterations to their lives. So do witches, but with more props. I’m picturing burning a pink candle with Perthro, Berkana and Wunjo carved into it, visualising myself having screaming, thrashing orgasms. Or I could simply practise more with my toys and my slut. It’s probably the most appropriate application of sex magic 😀 A big part of it is also the red candle stuff, I find. Strength, security, confidence… sinking in to the heart’s stream that this is my body, it’s a good thing and it’s right to enjoy it.

I didn’t make a New Years’ resolution this year. Generally they’re something along the lines of “I will meditate more and worry less”… but the more I think about it “I will learn to let myself have earth shattering orgasms” sounds like a fucking plan!

Getting it off

Posted in FemDom, Sex and horniness with tags , , , on April 22, 2009 by Maitresse

As may be obvious from the ever growing list of blog links over there, I’ve been looking around for other kinky stuff to read. There’s some fantastic writers around, and people having some fantastic sex! These days I’m not so much jealous as inspired… To the point where my slut and I are planning a bit of a Mistress’ night in the next month or so. Picture a half dozen Dommes sitting around with various girls and boys waiting on them hand and foot for the evening. What a splendid way to spend a night!

Miss Calico was discussing ‘did you come‘ recently and it got me thinking about the whole orgasm thing. Again. As it happens I was going to use this blog exclusively for lighthearted kinky shit and keep my politics on another blog where there’s more identifying info. However, reading some other sexy bloggers’ thoughts has prompted me to want to put a little more thought into some of this.

Since I’m one of *those* women who can cum merrily all night with a dildo but not so often with a real live male, the idea of pleasure during sex is not so straightforward. Reading some slave training sites you’d think that anorgasmia is purely a result of overstimulation. Which basically means you’re spoiled by too good a dildo. This may actually be the case for me. But it’s solely because I can hit the right spot hard enough often enough, rather than any deficiency on behalf of my slut. He can go all night and is very well endowed. So why don’t I cum constantly, repeatedly when fucking him? Mostly I think it’s because some of my orgasms are for me to enjoy.

It took me a long time to really own my own body. This is an idea I had to grow into as an adult, because I hadn’t really learnt it as a youngster. Long story. These days I tell myself fairly frequently that this flesh is all mine, I get to choose who can and can’t do what to or with me. I get to enjoy it. Touch it, flex it, share it occasionally. Mine.

So am I simply selfish with my orgasms? Possibly. Who cares? I’m the Mistress around here and I can do whatever the hell I want. Which is not to say that fucking my slut doesn’t get me off. There’s nothing quite so enjoyable as an hour or two spent in his arms with that long, slow stroking warming me up inside. Particularly when he’s been soundly beaten beforehand or bound and spanked. He’s my toy. My favourite sex toy.

And as Miss Calico opines, in agreement with Tantric principles I might add, orgasm isn’t all there is to it. Sometimes you do want a truly hammering, luscious squirt almost as a kind of indulgent self-expression, but sometimes it’s preferable to have the pleasure levels elevated more constantly.

Either way he has to lick it up afterwards.