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“Maybe you should clean yourself out”

I was surprised by this since she said our play today would be focused on electrical play and bondage.

“I’m not going to go crazy on your ass, I’ll just drive you crazy, just one finger and something gentle to tease you”.

I’m very self conscious about being clean “down there” and cleaning myself out helps me relax but also makes me nervous even after all the play we’ve had. Since she emphasized “gentle’ I wasn’t nervous about any anal play but that didn’t mean I wasn’t nervous about the electrical play, something we’ve done very very little of.

A quick cleaning later and soon I was on the bed, arms tied wide and my legs tied spread and up in the air. We had taken our portable suspension system and set it up over the bed. Our dream is to someday have a proper bondage bed but for now this does the trick.

While I love bondage in general, there’s something extra that’s added when she has my arms and legs are stretched wide apart. It’s partially vulnerability, being exposed and based on the looks in her eyes she feels the same.

She teased me for a while, making me squirm. She seemed to get a burst of inspiration, ran out of the room and came back to tie a shoelace around my balls, pulling them down. The fact that I was in bondage alone was enough to turn me on but combined with the teasing and a constant pull just made me ache even more.

Soon she wrapped my dick in two wires that connected to the electro unit.

“Lets see how this feels..”

I wasn’t sure if she had pleasure or torture in mind but it became pretty clear she meant both.

It felt like an invisible devices was stroking me wave after wave. And unlike, say sex, or a jerking off, there’s no down stroke, it’s stroking in one direction over and over and over again with metronome timing, relentless. It feels so odd and so amazing but still feels like there’s just something missing that would keep me just on the edge preventing me from going over. Most of this stems from a lack of familiarity with the feeling.

I realized soon I had been fucking the air trying to get some friction but…it was air…just air and no friction.

After a few minutes she began teasing me lower and inserting one finger then two. Maybe more?

Looking back now I don’t know what she had in mind but what she did wasn’t something “gentle”. She was soon fucking me with her fingers and I was having the first of several anal orgasms that made the electricity on me even more confusing, it was just too much to process. On top of that she took her hand and started stroking my head just above where the wires are, giving me a third input that was stroking to a different rhythm than the others. I couldn’t concentrate on just one, as soon as I’d notice how one would feel another would grab my attention and make me take notice of that.

If I wasn’t tied I probably would have involuntarily either tried to grab myself to try and stroke myself off or squirmed away from her to try and decrease the number of pleasure inputs I was trying to process.

She announced she was going to go for another one and again her fingers were ripping another orgasm out of me while the electricity hit me over and over with relentlessly precise timing.

I don’t know how many times she made me orgasm from my prostate but eventually she stopped, crawled around to the other side of me and sat on my face. I was such a moaning drunk-on-the-edge-pleasure-mess at this point that my oral skills were probably not their best. I could just suck and moan on her clit with no real pacing but she still seemed to enjoy it.

After who knows how long she told me I could cum and I was so close but just couldn’t get over the edge. I was so lost that I couldn’t even verbalize what could have gotten me there, more power to the electricity? Faster? Slower? I could barely comprehend what was happening much less convey it.

She eventually stopped the electricity and started to stroke me and brought me over the edge. I don’t know how long my orgasm lasted but it felt like forever and when I was done I could just lay there moaning with every deep exhale.

“Turn your head, that’s so hot” and she positioned my head to the side and started masturbating. It took me a few seconds to realize why. I came so hard that I ended up getting some on the side of my face. She came shortly after while looking at me completely spent.

She untied me…..we showered and as I was coming out of it:

“Not going to go crazy on my ass?” I asked her, still drunk and slurring from the intensity.

“But you were so receptive!” She laughed.

The next morning I was still weak from it and could barely walk without feeling like my legs were jello.

Long Time, No Post

It’s been ages since I posted, I know. But I have a good excuse.


That’s pretty much it. I work the equivalent of two full-time jobs. A day-job and I freelance every night and all weekend. It leaves little time for much else. In fact I’m taking a break from working to write this post. I’ve had a number of concerned emails from people worrying about why I’ve been MIA so I figured I’d take a break from work to fill in the blanks.

Sade has been pretty much in the same situation. Between work and school there’s little time for socializing. There are some of our close friends who we used to see every week who we haven’t seen in months.

2015 was supposed to be the year my back got better post-surgery yet that didn’t work out. I continue to go to the doctor for pain mediation and decide what my next step should be surgery-wise but it’ll be a while before I can save up enough for the surgery.

I’ve had to cut back on the podcast as well. Where I used to put out an episode every other week I’m now forced to release one every other month at best. So instead of 24 episodes per year It’ll be 6 in 2016 if I’m lucky.

This is not due to a lack of interest in the podcast nor has it been due to the lack of great people to interview, I have a number of interviews in the vault just waiting to be released but no time to edit them.

I wish I could say I’ll be able to get back to a “normal” life sometime soon, back to socializing, play-parties, quality time with Sade and friends but that doesn’t seem like it’ll happen any time soon. I don’t work this much because I want to, I do it because I have no other choice. As long as the medical bills keep piling up I’ll need to pay for them.

I am grateful that I’m able to have two full-time jobs. I have friends who have trouble finding work at all so having too much work is much better than too little.

So that’s, that. Who knows I may win the lottery or I’ll get some sweet gig that would change all of this but in the meantime if you’re wondering why I haven’t posted, it’s because I’m working.

Found Femdom: Fashion Victims

Once again thanks to Aarkey for pointing another Found Femdom my way.

It’s from Polish photographer Aneta Kowalczyk (click for a larger image)

foundFasionVictims The description says “The Pleasure of extreme measures can overcome the desire for being wanted, fashion can play a game within the art of seduction, power and influence over our opponents, but better yet, over us.”

I have no idea what that means.

Subliminal Sex

Sometimes she walks into the livingroom naked and announces she’s horny.

Other times she says she wants me to go down on her or that it’s time to fuck.

It’s at a point now where she’ll walk in the room after showering and before getting dressed and I just assume its fuck-time only to realize shortly after I stand that she’s just in the room to say something. It’s rare that she walks in naked without a sexual demand so it’s a shock when there isn’t.
The other day she walks in the room naked and I start to put my laptop down only to find it’s a false alarm.

“Oh…is there ANYTHING ELSE you need? Anything?”

She’s got me trained that walking in the living room naked means sex.
It’s not just me though, she equates me not wearing glasses as sex time since it’s one of the few times I’m not wearing glasses.

Actually I don’t know why I haven’t tried it. Take off my glasses while we’re just talking and see if she starts showing signs.

Another trigger is Christmas lights. Not because we fuck under a tree every year but because we have Christmas lights in our room for mood lighting while fucking. Almost always we have them on if fucking at night. One time Sade plugged them in for some other non-sex reasons and I started getting hard.

Words work too. Whenever Sade says “oh fuck” as an exclamation I immediately think of her having an orgasm, even if she’s not saying it with the same enthusiasm that she uses when we’re in bed.

There’s a look Sade gets when she’s fucking me (pegging). It’s a look in her eyes and a smile she really only has in that mode. It’s a combination of sadism, control and arousal. Every now and then that smile will come out in unrelated moments and I’m immediately thrown when I see it since I almost exclusively see it when I’m on my back and her hands are holding my ankles. The smile and the fire in her eyes burns even brighter when she makes me orgasm over and over without any control. We could make a 30 second porn with just that look on her face and probably retire today.

She has a million smiles but that one is reserved for fucking me.

“Want My Slave To Go Down On You?”

Early in our relationship it seemed Sade was offering my oral services to women left and right.

Once at a the end of a party a domme friend expressed feeling frustrated.

“Want him to eat you out? He’s really good”

I just stood there stupefied slightly turned on at the thought and slightly nervous that I wouldn’t live up to the hype.

Sade’s friend was surprised at the offer, thought about it for a moment then declined. Instead Sade had me give her a massage.
Not long later Sade offered oral from me to yet another friend who was also slightly shocked, pondered and declined.

“You sure? I think it’ll help you”. She was sure to only offer friends who were single and in need.

This happened a few times more, Sade just offering up my mouth only to be surprised that she didn’t have any takers.

Eventually she stopped offering at all but she still expresses shock when she remembers there were no takers.