Even though some of them like to pretend otherwise, the truth is that for most girls anyway, there’s no professional or intellectual achievement that can ever equal the visceral sense of accomplishment they feel from knowing that they’ve done a good job at draining a cock.
Here’s a possible version of simple D/s cowgirl instructions:
“Get my cunt up on this cock. I want to watch what a needy little slut you are. You just get my property up there and do your thing. You will make my cunt feel good. Do you understand?”
“When you get close to cumming, count down how close you are, outloud from 3. (1 is if you breath too hard, she cums.) I’ll tell you when and if you’ll cum for me. I’ve got all the the time in the world, so you just get busy making my cunt feel good. Now, show me!” (Followed by a say a nice slap on the ass?)
Adding in some throat grabbing, hair pulling, nipple torture, or face slapping during her performance can certainly Dom/Domme things up a bit! [EXPRESS CONSENT REQUIRED PRIOR TO THIS SCENE]
But then again, why not tell her to pull, pinch and twist her own nipples until you hear her telltale whimpers?
Is that Dominant enough for you?
Just a thought …
Sincerely,
Me
This almost seems too dumb to be true butttt apparently some “ doms” have an issue with their property servicing their cock by riding on top. All I can say is to these “ doms” please dont play with sharp objects and rope .. sub lives matter too #
Hardest thing I’ve ever done is His mirror scenes, body image training.
Fuck, I’d rather light myself on fire!
The first set of instruction is a comprehensive written list of all the parts of my body I currently “hate” with details about when it’s the worst (position) or intrudes into my focus. And then I have to give Him the list. He spends days with the list. Asks more questions.
Then comes the instructions for training day.
Forced to look, listen, experience…
To endure grabbing, pulling, squeezing parts that life, aging, and gravity have been less than kind to. To see all those parts from every angle. To not be allowed to look away, not a moment’s respite.
Once the sobbing subsides a bit, He describes what He sees, showing me the curves He focuses on, the sensations He feels.
He takes His pleasure in every form imaginable while I watch. The mirrors not only show me me, but His pleasure, His undeniable lust, even while grabbing and enjoying the parts I hate. (I’m an evidence based kinda girl.)
There is an overriding theme, a mantra . .
“I am perfect for Him.” That I am never more beautiful than when I’m on my knees or in the moment I have surrendered my being to His to receive the gift of erotic pain or am put to use pleasing Him.
A quote from Him: “Little one I refuse to fucking to compete. I will have you, you will give me your complete surrender and focus. I will not abide a competitor. And right now, I’m competing with your inner critic. We will do this as many times as it takes. I will break this distraction and have your complete focus. I will not accept competition.”
And in the end, I am broken and he remakes me. Remakes me to come before Him truly “naked and unashamed.”
@submissive-seeking I’m so glad I found your blog. Your writing is so concise and eloquent. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve cried reading your words as they put me, empathetically, behind the eyes of a submissive.
It just makes me understand the importance of my role and responsibilities that much more. It fills me up and helps bring me clarity of how much I mean and how valuable the gift of submission is.
Your words make me want to be the best me and that’s just damn fine work. I’m learning so much.
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