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Mechanical Milking

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There are many ways to skin a cat but please don’t. I love these little furry animals and hate any kind of cruelty to animals. My point, there are many ways to milk a male too. In this article I am going to focus on mechanical milking or masturbation by machine. Hands free wanking at its best! Yes folks, believe it or not, there are specially adapted contraptions designed to milk your ‘old chap’ that are available on the market today and I have had them all.

My Dairy, also known as Mistress Jane’s Male Milking Facility- which is based in the Berkshire countryside in the UK-houses some of the most sophisticated machines available on today’s market. If it milks cock, I’ve either have one or have owned one at some point. We all know how you guys fantasise about having your balls milked dry. Well, it’s not quite so far fetched as you might have thought.

Who is suited for this type of play?

Basically this type of scenes, scenario, or session will suit any level of experience from a complete newbie to the most experienced kinkster. These machines do not hurt you unless used incorrectly. They merely offer an alternative way to pleasure. However, for guys with a really tight foreskin, machine milking might not be suitable since it could possibly force your foreskin back. Furthermore, these machines work better on a fully erect penis. The Serious Kit and The Robojac are the two machines I turn to when the penis is only semi erect.

I really enjoy mechanical milking scenes. Not only do they give me chance to stimulate my sub in different ways, but it also adds a certain distance, aspect of humiliation, and more loss of control for the receiver. It can add a different dimension to a scene as well.

I also really enjoy edging, orgasm denial, ruined orgasms and post orgasm torment. Although better done by hand, it is also possible to play these games by machine. Tie my sub down and off we go, edging, denying, more edging and so on until I eventually allow them the release they crave only to ruin it, and in some cases, not all, treat them to a spell of Post Orgasm Torment and watch them squirm. It really is pure bliss! One of my collared subs has aptly named my method of Post Orgasm Torment, ‘The Hand Of Evil’.

For me, the more bizarre the scene the better. When I say bizarre I am referring to the way in which I have my subject positioned and /or dressed. I enjoy dressing my subs as a bizarre rubber toy and suspending them in unusual positions whilst I milk them by machine. But that isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Besides, some older gents aren’t fit enough to be tied and suspended. So, I tend to lay these men on my Gynae chair, which is in my specially adapted white room.

I often get asked “Can you milk me dry?” or “Can you milk me over and over?”. This is a hard one (if you will excuse the pun). Each individual’s capabilities differ so much from the next. I always ask any prospective clients to try a little homework before committing to a milking session, especially if they are unsure of the amount of times they can cum. I ask them to edge themselves for as long as they can without cuming. Then on a different day to masturbate and cum as many times as possible in the session duration time they have requested. This information helps a great deal as it gives me foresight in planning their edging or milking session.

Often in older men it’s just once, but there are occasions when they surprise me and themselves by cuming twice. Younger clients can manage 3, 4, 5 times. The record to date is seven times in three hours.

Have you ever heard that old saying ‘Don’t write checks your body can’t cash.’ Well, that is applicable when it comes to male milking or should I say multiple milkings. You need to set a target you are capable of achieving. Set it and I will push you to your limits and see if with the right stimuli we can’t squeeze another one out from you.

An introductory to the Machines.

In my specially adapted Berkshire Dairy Male Milking Facility you can expect to find a stark white room, not unlike a medical room at a doctor’s office or hospital, equipped with all the finest toys and machines to drain your balls dry! Let me start with the milking machine of all milking machines.

The Serious Kit system. Based around an iconic American Milking Machine, which has been modified to hold receivers known as STP’s, which are internally lined in a soft rubber and used to house your cock. The STP’s (Standard Pulsating Tube) are uniquely designed on a wet system to keep everything well lubricated and slippery. Once the machine is switched on the STP is sucked into place. The rubber inner liner sucks and pulsates, giving a very stimulating sensation. I wouldn’t say that this machine is designed for a quick fix cum; it’s designed to ‘hold you on the edge’ and therefore, is great for extended play and prolonged milking. It looks the business too and guys who love edging really enjoy this wonderful piece of engineering, which incidentally is made in the UK. http://seriouskit.com/site1/Milking_Machines.html

Moving on to the Venus 2000. A masturbation machine. Its stroke speed and stroke length can be controlled as it strokes your manhood. It works on a diaphragm, which pushes air in and sucks it out from within the inner rubber sleeve. I have a specially adapted v2 cradle that houses the Venus receiver, which sits on your groin while the v2 goes to work on you. As long as the operator can read the signs, they can have you balancing on the edge of an almighty orgasm in no time at all. https://venusformen.com/

The Tremblr works on the same principles as the Venus 2000. The receivers slightly differ from the v2 in that they are black and heavier and slightly more cumbersome. The inner sleeve is made of a thicker rubber, which is also ribbed, and can give you a

wonderful sensation as it slides up and down your lubricated cock. Hands free masturbation at it best! Also built in the UK. http://f-machine.com/index.php/tremblr-detail

The Robojac…..This works really well for guys with ED. It operates by creating an alternate air suction and pressure to move a smooth pliant receiver up and down the penis. The Robojac doesn’t have an inner sleeve like the other machines, so it makes it less fussy. http://www.funwaysmarketing.com/PRODUCTS/rjstandard.htm

All of these machines can be adjusted to pump faster and/or suck harder.

So, you find out you can only cum once, but want a two hour session? That is totally acceptable. I can prolong your milking for however long is needed. This is where edging and orgasm denial come into play; the longer it goes on, the more intense the orgasm.

Just milking? So while you are lying back, machine pulsating up and down your shaft, what else can you experience? Quite a lot actually. Depending on whether you like other forms of play, I can incorporate all sorts while you are being milked. A nice prostate massage is always a good way of stimulating willing men. Nipple play, lite stroking, or for the more demanding patient, nipple suction or clamps, maybe even estim. Some may like to feel the prickling sensation of the violet wand all over their anatomy. Others may like to be hooded or gagged or both or dressed head to toe in rubber. Just imagine! The possibilities are endless.

About the Author

I am Mistress Jane. Based in the Royal county of Berkshire in the UK, and I have worked as a pro Domme for the past ten years. Fascinated by the alternative, the weird, and wonderful-which is what probably led me on this curious path in the first place. First and foremost, I am a service provider. I take pride in my work and the services I offer. I strive to give my clients a fulfilling and satisfying experience. I am a Mistress that likes to fulfill the dreams and fantasies of men. Frown on that you might, but face it, who’s paying!?

I speak what I find, and if life has taught me one thing it’s be yourself, don’t bullshit, or try and be something you ain’t.

I play safe and sane with a smile on my face. I enjoy what I do and welcome like-minded souls.  I offer you a sanctuary to explore your desires. My stage is yours and I am ready to direct your play.

uk Mistress Jane   http://www.mistress-jane.

How To Kink Without BDSM

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Hello everyone!

I was recently inspired by my own M/s dynamic to write this article. For many of us in the lifestyle, it IS standard to practice BDSM.

However, a lot of individuals think of kink as encompassing solely BDSM. When in reality, there are so many other ways “to kink.” Of course, BDSM is one way to participate in the lifestyle, but I think it’s important for readers to know about other ways to stay kinky-especially for those that know that BDSM isn’t their thing or for those that have limitations that keep them from practicing BDSM.

To me, a kink is a thing/fetish that deviates from what one would of think of when thinking of conventional sex (missionary sex, making out, fingering, blowjobs, eating out, etc.) You know, the “regular vanilla progression” of what one thinks of. With this being said, kink can also include actions that do not directly relate to sex (such as peeing on a partner), certain phrases (for example: good girl, bad boy, calling someone Mistress), an agreed upon power exchange structure (such as D/s, M/s, Big/little etc.). It doesn’t just involve impact, canes, whips, choking, and flogging-although all of these are quite prevalent in the community. To me, kink is all about an alternative way of doing things that deviates from the “vanilla norm.”

Even though my Master and I do use paddles, floggers, belts, practice breath play, wax play, and water sports, these are not the main things that drive our kinky relationship. At our relationship’s core and what makes us the most kinky (in my opinion) are the honorifics we use, the fact that we live by Rack rules (Risk Aware Consensual Kink), that I have agreed to make myself sexually available for my Master at all times, how our sex is geared towards his pleasure and the use of me to make sure he obtains climax, how we speak to each other, our use of rituals and slave positions, my Master having complete control over my schedule/time/life, the fact that my Master has complete control over my orgasms, our love of lingerie, sleekness, and how we dabble in the Daddy/little realm.

And none of these include any sort of impact, but yet to me, they are certainly kinky things that go beyond vanilla sex. The fact that my Master can point and I hop to and get on my knees to pleasure him, the fact he calls me his “good girl” and gives me specific, sexual instructions, the fact that I am his property and have given him the power to do whatever he would like with me at any moment, and the fact that I have multiple tattoos dedicated to him that all pay homage to our dynamic are all things that relate to our kink. So do my stuffies, my little persona, and our use of high protocol. The fact I have to ask permission to go anywhere, again, is part of our kinky journey.

Now, not all of these things turn us on. It’s not like he gets close to coming when I ask to see my best friend for lunch and he tells me yes or no, but I am merely suggesting that these things should be considered just as much a part of the community as flogging or caning because they are a huge part of a lot of power exchange dynamics. We live in a world where it’s common for people to want to be their “own person,” or think they should be at least. So having to ask permission definitely goes against the status quo. It’s an alternative lifestyle and should be considered as much a part of kink as any act one might see in the dungeon. Negotiation may or may not turn someone on, but it is still paramount before having a scene with someone, and should be considered just as as much a part of the kinky process as any sexual act relating to BDSM.

Just the act of yielding/giving power to someone and/or taking control consensually over someone is a form of kink, at least in my opinion-even if you aren’t into any kind of BDSM or have any obvious fetish.

My point is that there are so many ways to kink and they all should be celebrated! You are just as kinky if you are in an agreed upon power exchange that doesn’t play in a dungeon and sticks to more vanilla sexual activities as the experienced flogger that has five play partners and practices BDSM at nearly every play party.

The community has such a wide spectrum of fetishes, kinks, and lifestyles, and it’s important to include the less practiced ones into our definition of the lifestyle.

I think it’s rather easy to look around at a dungeon, see various things happening from room to room, and think to yourself, “Oh, to be kinky I have to do x,y, and z.” But that is clearly not the case.

To be in the lifestyle, you can play at a dungeon, at home, or not at all. To be a kinkster you can just like the idea of consent, communication, power exchange, and negotiation without ever taking a spanking or holding a single-tail.

Again, it’s all about an alternative lifestyle that differs from what the Vanilla World is practicing. What matters is that you hold the values of the community at large- acceptance, consent, transparency, respecting boundaries, negotiation, clear expectations, and respect.

If you’re on-board with that, then, you have found the right place to be yourself and find what you want out of life, relationships, self growth, and play.

I think all of us need to be as inclusive as possible and widen our definition even further of the Kink Community. This expansion can only happen if people are informed of other ways to be in the lifestyle.

Here is a short list of some other ways to kink not yet mentioned in the article that do not include BDSM. These can be paired with BDSM if one wishes though.

Exhibitionsim

Ball worship

Latex/Latex Outfits

Diaper Play/Baby Play

Boot Worshipping/Bootblacking

Leather/Leather Outfits

Watersports/Scat Play

Role Playing

Animal/Pet Play

Humiliation

Foot worship

Blindfolding

Sensation Play/Sensory Deprivation

Pussy Worship

Pegging/Strap ons

As always, please feel free to ask questions and comment. Thanks for reading and stay tuned!

About the Author

Slave Bunny is involved in a wonderful and loving TPE 24/7 M/S relationship with her Master/ husband. She is also the Creative Director of Kink Weekly.

Along with being a part of the Kink Weekly team, she will be teaching kink classes all over the Los Angeles area this year and organizing events.

She has dedicated her life to working on herself mentally, spiritually, and physically, and hopes to inspire others to do the same. Through teaching and mentoring, she hopes to help everyone in the Kink Community as much as she can.

Feel free to add her on Fetlife (Slave_Bunny992) to see her upcoming events and classes.

Sometimes I’m A Kitty Cat

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I snuggled into my Daddy’s chest. Twirled his chest hair in my fingers. There’s so much I love about being with Daddy. Playing games, singing, being silly, taking cares of him (cause little ones know how to do that really good). Bedtime is when we would  talk most sweetly to each other; he made me feel so very safe. I could tell him anything that was in my head and he would listen. Anything at all. At bedtime he rubs my back, gives me forehead kisses, and strokes my hair. When he was petting my hair, I suddenly had an idea that I was super excited about.

“Daddy?!”

“Yes? Little one.”

“Tomorrow, tomorrow I wants to be a kitty cat!!”

“Ohhh? A kitty cat?”

“Uh huh. Wear ears and a tail and meow and purrs and gets petted”

“Mhmmm?” Daddy was sleepy I could tell.

“Yes, Daddy. A kitty cat”

“Okay sweetie. Tomorrow you can be a kitty cat. Tonight though, it’s time for sleepy”

“But Daddy, now I’m excited about being a kitty cat!”

“Little one, even kitty cats need sleep.” He kept playing with my hair.

“Hmmm, okay Daddy. I know time to sleep”

I settled further into his chest and drifted off in Daddy’s arms.

When I woke, Daddy wasn’t in bed, which was strange cause it was Saturday and I get up first on Saturdays usually. I stretched and yawned and rubbed my eyes and got up to use our bathroom. When I came back out, I noticed what was on the dresser. Daddy remembered!!

My kitty ears, gloves with little kitty nails, and my tail. They were all purple cause in our house kitty cats can be purple. I put on my kitty ears and gloves.  But I needed help with the tail. It was a special tail; you could wear it when you didn’t have clothes on cause kitty cats don’t wear clothes. Daddy said it was a plug and you would put it inside and that’s how your tail would stay on. So, even when you’re crawling on the floor it doesn’t fall off.

“Daddy!! I need some help please” I yelled from the top of the stairs.

“Be right there.” Daddy was in the kitchen probably getting breakfast. I was already on the bed in my “putting the tail in” position. That’s just like princess position with your face down on the bed and your bum high in the air.

“Mmmmm good girl,” Daddy said as he walked in. His footsteps came closer and I heard him open something. There was this special stuff that made your parts slippery when you used it.

“Ready little one?”

“Uh huh. Daddy puts the tail in please”

I felt Daddy’s hand on one side of my bottom. Then his finger dipped inside my little bum hole. Daddy usually put some of that stuff inside before my tail. I felt the plug go in. I likes the way it feels. Daddy gave my bottom a quick swat.

“All set you pretty kitty”

I meowed at him.

He petted my back and I arched to meet his hand.

“Kitty kitty I have a game for us to play”

I meowed again cause kitty cats don’t talk.

Daddy got something from his dresser. When he brought it over I could see that it was a purple collar with a little bell. I loved it. Purple to match his purple kitty.

He put it around my neck and did up the clasp.

“Purrrrfect,” he smiled at me. “Kitty cats, little one, are very quiet when they move. They are almost silent. That’s why some owners put bells on collars so they know where their kitty cat has gone”

I turned over so he could pet my tummy.

“I want to see how quiet you can be. You will crawl around the house just like a kitty. If I hear that bell though, I’m going to come find you, and then… well you’ll see, understood?”

Oh, I loved Daddy’s games. I meowed again to show that I understood. Daddy patted my head and stroked my tail and then left the room. I needed to be very, very quiet.

I slipped off the bed and down to the floor carefully. The bell moved, but didn’t ring. I began to crawl across the floor of our room slowly. I made it to the hall with no ringing. But the stairs!! I turned around to back down them so I could stay on my knees but the bell hit the stair above as I moved down and it rung.

“Don’t you move” Daddy’s voice carried through the house. I didn’t move an inch.

“Tsk Tsk, little kitty, Daddy heard that bell. So naughty, what should we do about it?” Daddy was already behind me. He made my princess parts tingle with his words. What would he do? Then he struck. I knew rights away it was the flogger. Across my bottom, across my back over and over. I cried out at first, but soon settled into it, arching my back to meet the flogger. It made my little honey pot drip. Daddy knew it and paused to dip a finger inside.

“So wet already pretty kitty.” He brought his finger to my mouth.

“Lick it kitty, lick Daddy’s finger clean.” I looked in Daddy’s eyes and licked his finger; it was so good tasting myself on his him. I tasted soooo sweet.

“Mmmmm good kitty, another try? Don’t you let that bell ring.”Daddy left the stairs. My bottom stung, but I knew now to be extra careful to keeps the bell away from the stairs. This time  I made it to the bottom.

I started down the hall towards the living room. It felt like it was taking forever and ever to get there so, I moved a little faster, but my arms came up too quick and it knocked the bell, and it rung loud again.

“Kitty, kitty! Don’t you move!” And there was Daddy in front of me undoing his belt already. I tried to move fast. Cause kitties can be fast and I didn’t care about that bell ringing anymore. I wanted to be away from Daddy’s ouchie belt.

Daddy caught my leg and pulled me back towards him; I kicked and hissed (that’s the sound kitties make when they are mad).

“You hissing at me kitty?” He had a tight grip on my leg and down came his belt across my bottom hard.

“Stop struggling you naughty thing, “ He hit me again two more times til I stopped trying to gets away. I laid quiet on the floor. Daddy’s fingers were now searching inside my princess parts feeling how wet he had made me. Slowly sliding inside and out, I lifted my body up so he could go deeper.

“Oh, you frisky, little kitten. You want to play?”

I meowed and pushed back into his hand. But he stopped and wiped my wetness off his fingers and down my back.

“Turn around.”

I did what Daddy asked cause I was a good kitty (well, mostly). He now stood with his jeans undone and his yummy Daddy part was out. And it was hard. I liked that I made Daddy that way.

“Here Kitty Kitty, come get your treat.”

I moved closer to Daddy and looked up in his eyes.

“Lick your treat.” That’s all he needed to say.

I stuck out my little kitty tongue and began to give slow, long licks at first, making sure I got every inch of his hard Daddy part. Then, I opened my kitten mouth and took just the tip in, flicking my tongue against him. Daddy moaned. He grabbed my head and pulled me straight into him over and over.  I continued to suck and let him use my little mouth. Faster and harder. It made my eyes all watery when he did this. Sometimes I made that sound like before you throw up. Gagging on him as he hit the very back of my throat. I felt Daddy tense up and I knew what was coming. But he pulled out instead and he slid his hand up and down his Daddy part until his Daddy cum came spurting out. He held a little purple dish and caught all of it in there.

“Such a good little kitty for Daddy.” He put the purple dish on the floor in front of me. Patted my head.

“You know what to do.”

And Daddy watched carefully as I licked and lapped that purple dish clean. I’m such a good little kitty cat (sometimes).

About the Author

GlassMenagerie has a love and fascination with the written word, and the way it has the power to elicit different feelings in the reader, especially desire.

The last year has been one of self-discovery as she stumbled upon the world of kink, and found the very things she had been craving down in her core, at last, began to make sense.

Writing most often about her journey as a submissive (identifying as a Babygirl and Little), she enjoys sharing her erotic fiction and poetry on Fetlife. Her work is sometimes a reflection of her past experiences or just her kinky mind running wild.

https://fetlife.com/users/8127037

Surrendering To Her

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“Ready” by Sir Render
Original reference from stockingsandsubmission.tumblr.com
Commissioned as an avatar piece

I love it when you are blindfolded. Surrendering your vision to me is such a beautiful expression of your submission. There is nothing I find quite as appealing as knowing that you are there, wearing what I have chosen for you, unable to see what I am wearing or bringing with me when I arrive.

I instructed you to change and be ready by 6:00 p.m., and that I would be there between 6:15 and 7:00. The uncertain time is part of the appeal. Once you have dressed and put on your blindfold, the passage of time becomes uncertain. The waiting, the anticipation is all you have.

I entered the room, quietly. I know that the door opening announced my presence, but my footsteps are soft as I enter. I turn the corner, and you are there, kneeling on the king-sized bed that dominates the room, illuminated only by the light of the bedside lamp. You are a vision of loveliness. The blindfold I provided is black, obscuring your features like a mask, with thick lace covering the eyeholes. You are also wearing a lacy, black bra with matching panties, but nothing else. Your hands are flat on the bed beside you, and your head is down. I love seeing you like this. Submissive and willing and waiting.

I whisper quietly to the person who accompanied me into the room. You are unaware of their presence – or are you? You have betrayed no sign of knowing that they are there. However, that could simply be because you know I do not wish for you to move until I have given you permission to.

Sitting on the bed next to you, I lean over and whisper in your ear. “Thank you for waiting, pet. Not long ago, you told me that there were things you wished to do, or rather wished to have done to you, that you would not normally desire, simply because you know it would please me. Do you remember this, pet? You may speak.”

“Yes, sir,” you say with some trepidation in your voice.

“I am going to make one of those fantasies come true tonight,” I tell you as I gesture to our guest. You feel their weight join us on the bed;  I feel you stiffen with tension and then force yourself to relax.

I take your chin in my hand, and turn you to face me, kissing you fiercely. My tongue invades your mouth, penetrating past your teeth as I press my lips to your own. Our guest watches us, and I can see that they are getting excited by this display.

I turn your head away from me to face our guest. They lean in, their lips touch yours for the first time. Their kiss is more gentle, more delicate, probing, not claiming. But, they are not staking you out as their property; they are here at my request to be with you. Their hand reaches up to touch your face, and for the first time as you feel their long, delicate fingers and pointed fingernails, you realize beyond a doubt that the third person in the room is another woman.

She breaks the kiss with you, and her hand begins to slowly explore your toned frame, touching your hair, your arms, your shoulders, your torso. Fingertips gently slip under the strap of your bra, tracing down almost to touch your breasts, but stopping just before they slip under the cups.

She leans in to kiss you again, this time more passionately, one arm wrapping around you, embracing your quivering body. For the first time, you are able to get a sense of her. She is shorter than you, fuller in figure with a larger bust, which you can feel pressing against you. At my instruction, she had stripped down to her own bra and panties along with a pair of stockings held up with elastic garters.

“She’s beautiful,” she says to me as you hear her voice for the first time; I wonder if you know who she is.

“Sir, do I get to see her?” you ask as I lean back against the headboard. I am still fully dressed, but the sight of the two of you embracing has already made me hard beneath my trousers. I kick off my shoes, swing my legs onto the bed, still leaving plenty of room for you both.

“No, you do not. Not yet.”

“But she can see me…”

“Indeed. Because she wanted you as much as she wanted to do this for me. And I wanted to show my pet off to her.”

“But…”

“Are you questioning me, pet?”

I know that you know the words that can make this stop. I do not wish to prompt you, but I find myself wondering if you will invoke them.

“No sir.” You pause for a moment. “Green light,” you say quietly.

I smile, and whisper in your ear, “You can stop at any time, remember that. However, it pleases me that you’re willing to continue.”

“Only for you, Sir.”

I lean back away from the two of you.

“Give yourself over to the moment, pet. I want to watch the two of you explore one another, and undress each other.”

I see a faint blush come to your cheeks, and I know that you are considering the reality of the moment. I smile as I see you accept this truth, and you turn back to her, blindly searching for her mouth with your own as your hands reach out to cup her full breasts through the satin bra she’s wearing.

Her nipples are thick and prominent, always sensitive, and I see them stiffening and elongating through her bra at your touch. I watch as the two of you trade open mouthed kisses as you feel her tits through the satin. Your palm rubs across her nipple as your fingers touch the sensitive flesh flowing over the cups of the bra. Your fingertips slide under the cup as she breaks your kiss and pushes you back until you are supine, lying beneath her.

Her mouth descends to your neck, kissing and biting as her hands slip under your lithe form, reaching behind you to undo your bra, revealing your delicate breasts to her eyes, hands, and mouth. I watched, enraptured, as for the first time your nipple was taken into the lips of a woman. Were your eyes closed under the mask? What were you thinking? As she suckled at your breast, I imagined that her teeth and tongue were lavishing attention onto your nipple. She turned her head to me without releasing your breast, and I saw the wicked sparkle in her eye.

That was when I heard it-so soft that I could barely hear it. The soft sigh of contentment – not quite a moan – escaping your lips. I smiled. You are so beautiful in your pleasure and surrender.

Her right hand slides up to stroke your other breast, and I watch as her left descends to the lacy waistband of your panties. Her fingertips toy with the elastic; she gives me a look from the corner of her eye, silently asking for permission to disrobe you. I shake my head, wanting to prolong the moment. She throws a small nod my way to acknowledge my request.

She unlatches her mouth and slides back up to face you. Her left hand has left the waistband of your panties and is now gripping your ass as she grinds herself against you. She kisses you again, and tells you “I want you to play with my tits.”

She rolls over to her side, pulling you on top of her, and you turn to face me, still unseeing, but knowing where my presence is. “Sir?” you ask.

“It would please me very much to see you do so, pet.”

You do not speak, but bring your mouth down to her neck and begin kissing and biting your way lower to her full breasts. Your teeth and tongue start to explore her through the satin, and she lets out a throaty moan. “Yes, that’s it…” she says as she tangles one hand in your hair, pulling you tighter to her.

You reach behind her, undoing her bra, and as soon as her thick nipples are revealed, you turn to face me again. “Is this what you want, Sir? My mouth on her?” Your tongue ventures out, just ever so slightly flicking the tip of her nipple.

“Very much so, pet,” I say, my voice husky with desire.

And with that, you do not hesitate before bringing her breast into your mouth. Your lips pull back as your teeth gently clamp down on the nipple, and her moan is echoed by my own whisper of “Yes….”

“That’s it. Lick me, bite me, ohhh! Suck my tits. God, this feels so good….” Her litany continues as your mouth lavishes attention on her breasts, and your hands quickly come into play, squeezing the other breast, thumb rubbing back and forth against the nipple, fingernails gently scraping the delicate skin. Her breasts are so different from yours, larger, fuller, her nipples thicker and longer and much more sensitive. I know that you are not naturally attracted to women, but as your mouth and hands play, I sense that you are beginning to get into this. Not only because it pleases me – and it does – but also from the natural curiosity and exploration of a female form that is so different from your own.

I am so focused on watching your oral and digital worship of her breasts. Because of her sudden gasp I notice that one of your hands has made its way between her thighs, and is now stroking her pussy through her satin panties. Even from several feet away I can see the damp patch from where you have made contact with her; she bucks her hips up to meet your hand.

Tempted though I am to see how much further you would take this on your own, I am beginning to feel neglected, and my cock has seldom been harder than it is right now due to watching the two of you pleasure each other. “Enough,” I command. “Come to me.”

I reach out my left hand to guide you to my left, while she gets on hands and knees and crawls over to my right, her breasts swaying as she crosses the bed. I cannot resist stroking one breast with my right hand as she curls into my flank.

Knowing that she will see, even if you cannot, I turn to kiss you first, fiercely claiming your mouth once more. I can just barely taste the sweet aftertaste of her breast in your mouth.

After a moment, I break the kiss, and turn to look at her. There is jealousy in her eyes that I kissed you first, but also desire and hunger. When I kiss her, it is her that becomes aggressive, pushing her tongue into my mouth as her hand descends to my chest, her fingers slide into the opening between the buttons on my shirt, and her fingers tangle in my chest hair. As she is kissing me, you take initiative. I feel your mouth on my neck; your fingers start to gently trace the outline of my manhood through my pants.

After she breaks the kiss, I let out a sigh of contentment. Wrapped in both of you, I am fully content, and while I cannot wait to fuck you both, this moment of simply having you both in my arms is pure bliss. Between the gentle kisses you both are planting on either side of my neck and the idle motions of your hands against my body is fueling my need, and I want more.

“Undress me. Both of you. Work together,” I instruct.

“Sir, may I remove the blindfold?” you ask. “I want to see you as we reveal you.”

“You may not,” I tell you. I then turn to her. “Take off her blindfold.”

I feel you give a small shudder of pleasure as you feel me take even this tiny bit of power away from you. You are so strong, so in control of everything else in your life – surrendering to me when we are together gives you so much freedom.

She reaches behind your head, and gently tugs at the knot tying the mask to your face. As the lace falls away you blink several times to adjust to the light. Your first look is up to my face;  you tilt your head up to kiss me as you see my face. The kiss is brief as you turn to see her for the first time.

You take her in, examining her features. I wonder what you are thinking as you see her laying with me and with you. You remain an enigma to me in this moment as you simply nod and ask her “Shall we?”

A competitive glint appears in her eyes as she nods. She uses one hand to turn my head to face her as she kisses me again. Once her mouth is locked to mine, that hand descends past my waist and begins to undo my belt.

I catch her hand, stopping her. “No. Slowly. Take your time. Remove my shirt. Together.”

Your mouth had already gone to my neck, and I feel your lips curl back in a smile as you hear me chide her. Do you enjoy knowing that I control her as much as I control you? Your fingers nimbly undo the first button, your nails scraping through the hair on my chest as you slip the tips of your fingers into the opening you have made. Her hand works its way lower, undoing buttons one at a time, almost as if trying to race yours. You do not make any move to get in her way.

Your nails rake down my stomach, stopping just before my belt, which she is already undoing.

Again I reach out to catch her hand, and I break my kiss with her.

“ I want you both to remove my pants, but leave the underwear on.” I lightly press on your shoulder; you pick up on my unspoken cue. You begin to kiss your way down my body, stopping to briefly take one of my nipples in your mouth, lightly biting occasionally as you trail your way down so that your head is level with my groin. She had already begun the same descent, and although she does not duplicate the action with my nipple, she takes her time, moving slower as she goes. You both end up face-to-face with my clothed cock between you.

The two of you do not speak to one another, but you must come to some unspoken agreement. Your hands gently take hold of my zipper, undoing it slowly as she resumes working on my belt. The two of you finish simultaneously; your hands come together to undo the button of my pants. As it is undone, you each take grasp of one side of the waistband, and working in unison, slide my pants down my legs.

All that separates my cock from being exposed to you both now is the thin cotton of my boxer-briefs. You must be able to see how hard I am through the thin material. You cannot help but notice the wet spot where the head presses against the fabric.

“Now, remove my underwear. Without using your hands.”

With the two of you trading a look, you each take ahold of the elastic waistband, biting into them at my hip. You begin the descent down with your mouth, taking the garment with you. There is a moment when the waistband catches on the head of my cock, but the two of you are relentless, and after a moment it slides past, my cock springing up after being released.

“Take me into your mouth,” I instruct. You pause, as does she. Which of you am I instructing?

I could answer for you. I could tell you precisely what I desire. I am more curious to see what you will do absent instruction. Who will move first to capture me in their mouth? You or her?

You both approach, timidly, warily, wondering what the other intends, and wondering why I was not more clear. If the wrong one of you moves first, will I stop you? You exchange a look, and then you both approach my manhood from the side, lips closing on one side or the other of my shaft, almost meeting each other’s, as if you were sharing a kiss with my cock between you. I feel the flutter of your tongues moving across me as you both begin sliding up and down.

It takes you only a moment before you find a rhythm with each other, and soon you are moving in perfect unison, one of you traveling up one side of my cock, while the other moves down the other side. Occasionally, you take the head into your mouth, and when you do so, her tongue is moving across my balls, and then vice versa.

It is utter bliss, utter perfection, having both of you worship me with your mouths. My hands come down, tangling them in your hair and in hers. I do not direct you or try to guide you with my hands, I merely wish to let you both know by the tightening of my grip how pleased I am as I make unintelligible sounds of pleasure.

Pleasure begins to build, but I do not want to cum in either of your mouths. Not before I have claimed your pussies. So, with great reluctance, I pull slightly back on you both.

“That was incredible, my love, my pet. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, dear.” Your voices harmonize, and it is only because I am so focused on the moment that I hear how you each end the sentence differently.

“I need to fuck you,” I say.

“Which one of us?” you ask.

“Both of you.”

I grip you by the shoulders and pull both of you back up to be face to face with me.

“Roll over. On your hands and knees. Face the head of the bed.”

“Yes, sir.” This time you both use the title, and I smile.

I slide down the bed as you get into position. The sight of the two of you side-by-side, each bare except for your panties (and her stockings) is one that I will not soon forget. You are so different from one another, and yet I am enthralled with you both. I kneel between you, one hand descending between each of your thighs.

You are wet, your juices soaking through your lacy panties. I slip a finger past the barrier they provide, running my finger up and down the length of your slit, taking the time to play with your clit as I do so. She is no less aroused, although her fuller satiny underwear does not so easily lend themselves to being pushed aside.I first must pull them down over her hips, then further down around her thighs. My mouth lowers down to her lower lips and begins to probe her with my tongue while my fingers make a similar exploration within you.

“Oh God…” she moans as my tongue pushes past her tightness. She is not normally so vocal, but I do not mind that she is putting on a show.

As my fingers curl inside you, stroking you from within, I hear you groan with pleasure. I know that you cannot help but make the sounds I elicit from you. I smile as I pump you harder with my fingers, hearing your breath catch.

I continue to pleasure her with my mouth as I take you with my fingers, and I soon hear you make the unmistakable sounds that tell me you are nearing orgasm. I take a moment to consider – am I willing to let your first orgasm occur before my cock has entered you? And then I realize that the answer is an unquestioning “yes.” My pleasure feeds off the knowledge of your pleasure, and I am not so cruel a Sir as to deny you the opportunity to come.

I teeth come into play as I lightly bite on her clit, knowing that this drives her wild as my fingers increase their tempo in you. She will not come from my mouth, but I want her to be utterly aroused as she hears you come. I want her to witness you in the full throes of passion.

“Please, please, please, please, Sir,” you whimper. “Please make me come, please, please.” I do not answer, for my mouth is otherwise occupied. I add pressure to your clit and pump deeper in you, driving you over the edge.

You scream in pleasure that is almost pain, and collapse forward, raising your ass even higher in the air. I let my fingers slip out of you as I move my face away from her now soaking wet pussy.

“Fuck her,” she says to me.

“Yes, please, Sir. Please fuck me,” you beg with a glimmer of hope in your eyes.

I move into position behind you, cock rock hard and dripping with arousal. As I do so, she scoots up to the head of the bed. She leans back against the headboard, legs spread, putting your face mere inches away from her cunt.

“I want you to taste her, pet. Taste her as I take you.”

I have your panties pushed to the side, and there is nothing preventing my cock from entering your pussy. I line myself up, sliding the head between your slick folds. You look over your shoulder at me. I know that you are hesitant, and I wonder if I have pushed you too far, if you will tell me that the light is Red. However, as your eyes meet mine, you see the naked desire in them. I will not force you to do this, but I want it deeply. And so, even as you push your ass back, sinking the first few inches of me within your womanhood, you lower your face between her thighs and your tongue snakes out, tasting her for the first time.

I push forward, driving deeper into you, and also forcing your face more fully in contact with her sex. I can hear the sounds of your lips and tongue exploring her, the sounds of moisture showing me her arousal. As I begin to slowly fuck you, I cannot see your face, but I can see that your hands are now on her inner thighs, and I wonder if you have a finger within her.

What I can see, however, is her face. Her eyes are heavily lidded with arousal, even as jealousy clouds them tool. It is one thing for her to know that I fuck you, that I give you pleasure, but it is quite another thing to see my cock entering your body. She is aroused, turned on by the moment, by the excitement of being with you and me at the same time, but she is also envious. The question in my mind is whether her green eyed monster will fuel her excitement or end it? I soon receive my answer, as her hands come down into your hair, pulling you deeper into her.

“Eat me,” she says. “Eat my pussy. Make me come while he fucks you. I want to come with your tongue buried in me, buried just as deep as his cock is in you. Don’t you dare stop, make me come, or I’ll never let him fuck you again. Oh!”

Whatever it is you are doing, it must be right, because her eyes close, and her mouth opens in a silent moan. Her nipples are completely erect, hard nubs on the tops of her full breasts. The sight of her so aroused as I drive my cock into you is almost more than I can take. I slow my pace slightly.

I want this moment to last. I want to feel the exquisite sensation of your pussy gripping me as I fuck you and you go down on her. I want to see her come at your touch, just as much as I want you to come as I penetrate you.

With my slower pace, your orgasm overtakes you with far less speed. This works to my advantage because you are now able to focus on what you are doing to her, and I can see that she is nearing climax as well.

“Make her come, pet. Make her come, and I will fuck you until you scream,” I whisper. You hear these words and redouble your efforts, fingering her deeply as you suck on her clit.

“Uh….uh…. Oh…. oh…. Ohhhhhhhh!” She moans. Her thighs clamp down around your head; her eyes rolls back as she climaxes; her hands curl into fists. As I watch her come, I speed up my thrusts, plowing into you like a machine, and your orgasm follows hers by mere moments.

I am very, very close to coming as well. But I know that I cannot come inside of you. And she will never forgive me if I do not fuck her as well as I did you. So, I reluctantly pull out of you.

Gently, I push your hip, motioning you to the side of the bed. Once you have moved out of the way, I grab her hips and pull her down away from the headboard, lining her up so she is on her side, facing you. She wraps her arms around you, and pulls you in to kiss her, tasting herself on your lips

I slip behind her, lifting one leg in the air as I slide into her from behind. She lets out a muffled moan into your mouth as I enter her. Her pussy wet from your oral attention, my cock still slick from our coupling. She pulls you to her, throwing her leg over your hip. Your pussy is so close to hers; your pubic bones bump together as I thrust into her from behind. Her full breasts and hard nipples dig into your more modest tits, and my hand snakes between you so I can caress you both, my fingers gently pinching first your nipple, then hers.

My orgasm was imminent before I started fucking her, and feeling her tightness engulf me while seeing you and her kiss, feeling both of you under my touch, it is all combining to push me right to the edge.

I lock eyes with you over her shoulder. She breaks the kiss with you, moving to bite your neck. “I’m going to come,” I say. At first you are not sure if I am speaking to you or to her. Perhaps a bit of both? I clarify. “I am going to come inside of her, pet. I am going to fill her with my cum. I want you to see.”

“Yes,” she moans, taking her mouth away from your skin. “I want to feel it. Fill me up. Come in me.”

Keeping your eyes on mine, you chime in. “Yes, Sir. I want that. I want you to come.” Your hand reaches down to where I am entering her. Your fingers play with the base of my cock as it slides smoothly in and out of her tight wetness.

It is strange, looking into your eyes as my cock penetrates her. Feeling the mix of your hand and her pussy surrounding me, driving me to new heights of pleasure and lust is more than I can endure. I feel my orgasm start, deep in my balls, and as I erupt, coating the inside of her cunt with my cum, I scream out in passion. You lean over her, kissing me as I fill her fully.

We all collapse, with her pinned between you and me. My hand strokes your hair as my other arm snakes under her, holding her around the waist. Slowly, I soften, slipping out of her with your fingers still gently touching us both.

“Thank you, pet. Thank you for doing that for us. With us.”

“You’re welcome, Sir,” you beam

“I just have one request,” she states.

“Anything,” I chime.

“Next time, you need to orgasm while inside of her,” she says.

You smile. “Yes. That.”

“For the two of you? I think we can arrange that,” I say, returning the smile. I kiss you again, and then turn her head to kiss her, fully content with this moment and the both of you.

About the Author

Broken Unicorn has been a writer since he was a child, starting off writing decidedly non-erotic stories about superheroes. As he got older, he started writing erotica about superheroes, before eventually discovering his kinky side and writing about people who could live in the real world. He lives in the midwest, and is happy to live in a very full house that includes four humans and two dogs. He can be found under the profile Broken_Unicorn https://fetlife.com/users/8765084

This week in kink: September 17, 2018

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“Displaying Art” by Sir Render
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Learn how to make consent sexy from Mistress Velvet

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“A Present” by Sir Render
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There are so many differences between what 50 Shades perpetuates and what BDSM is really about

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“Bound by Love” by Sir Render
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Some find BDSM to be a form of meditation that promotes mindfulness

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Don’t miss Sir Render’s work in this week’s issue!

About Sir Render:

Born with the heart of an artist and the mind of a scientist, Sir Render has a signature style that cannot be ignored. His focus is on portraying the dualities we all posses inside each and every one of ourselves. Sir Renders use of light and dark expertly blended tones, and precisely executed negative space beckons the viewer to experience more of his subject’s scenario. We are pulled inward by what is being projected outward – getting a glimpse of the subject’s state of mind and being.

In a time where self love has to be learned rather than naturally recognized due to the socially (made up definition of the perfect body), Sir Render assists those involved with, and viewing, his work to appreciate the body positive highlights we all have within us. Capturing a moment in time we all can look back at with positive feelings and depth of emotion. This, combined with his expert use of light and color, Sir Render creates evocative works of art – sometimes playful, often sensual, always powerful.

This week in kink: September 10, 2018

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Don’t miss Back To School Camp: Submissive Edition event happening this Sept 15 1:30-5:30 at Lair de Sade!

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The Kink Community, like any other community, has its own language and its own unique meanings of words. J.A Rock further discusses this topic and sheds light on this subject

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Ever want to try tantric sex? Sandra LaMorgese explains the benefits of this sexual practice

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James Michael Nochols takes us deeper into the world of puppy play

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Filthy Fun: Part 2

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Your cock is nearly twitching now. The color is deepening. You’ve reached your hands down to grab my hair. With a “Fuck, I’m too close,” you pull me off. Part of me hopes that as you rip my mouth off of you my last suck will cause an eruption; maybe I can catch a feel of your pearlous beads on my pretty, freckled face. But, the other part of me needs to feel that hot load poured into a different hole.

I’m wiping the drool off of my chin when you’re suddenly on your knees in front of me.

“That was beautiful,” you say, reaching down and giving yourself a single stroke.

Fuck. YOU are beautiful Stranger Danger. Please don’t stop touching yourself.

I’m mesmerized. Your cock is hypnotizing.

You don’t want to be selfish, and after just a few more flicks of your wrist, you drop your hand to your side, look me up and down, and then command me to turn around and get down on all fours.

The authority in your voice startles me, but my body obeys. I’ve never been given orders like this. I feel slightly embarrassed as I remember my surroundings. However, before I can overthink anything, your hands are on my hips, and you’re pulling me back towards you. You bend over me, reach around to my front, and begin unzipping my shorts. You command me to raise my right leg, and then my left. You toss my shorts to the side to rest in a heap near my shirt.

You’ve left my panties on, and I’m not sure why. “Mmmm,” you moan, bending over and whispering your groans into my ear. Your cock is rubbing me through my soaking wet, black, laced undies. It’s a tease. A literal cock tease. You haven’t touched me there yet and I am aching for it. The anticipation is growing as I buck back into you, my fingers and toes curling at the craving. I can’t take it anymore.

“God, just fuck me,” I beg.

Please. Just rip my underwear off and fucking slam into me. Please!

Because you know just how bad I want it, you draw it out just a few moments longer. Before you stop your playful teasing, you lower your mouth to the top of my spine, bite between my shoulders, and peel off the only thing left between us and ecstasy.   

My ass is in the air and I can’t hold still; I wiggle back and forth inviting you. I’m so ready for you to fill me that my pussy seems to be blossoming like a flower- its scent filling the room like roses in springtime.

Just as I’m about to beg again or maybe even offer up my soul, you’re there.

Your hands are firmly on my ass cheeks, holding tight, and in one swift movement you plunge deep inside of me.

Yes!

Your cock , feels, so, good.

That spot that has been aching inside of me for so long is finally being soothed. Your length is perfect. Your width is perfect. You fit perfect.

People were meant to do this. This is what it is to be human.

I throw my head back with pleasure. You see this as an opportunity and you take it. One of your hands lifts from my ass, leaving a red mark from where you were gripping my padded flesh, and comes around to the front of my throat. You knows how badly I like to be held in a gentle choke hold.. How badly I want to be claimed. The feel of you having complete control over me, yet doing everything to please me, is causing me to gush all over the disgusting floor we’re fornicating on. I’ve never been so dirty in all my life.

The sounds coming from my throat can only be described as animalistic. Every time you slam into me from behind, your balls slap up against my cunt, and the sound of our rhythm has me alternating between biting my lip and gasping for air.

Still cradling my throat in your strong callused hand, you lean just a little bit closer to my ear and utter, “You’re being such a good girl.”

I can’t handle much more. Those words are all I needed to hear.

You release my throat, take your other hand off my ass, and lean down again so you can reach around to my front to grope my neglected breasts. You knead and squeeze them, pull down the bra cups, and free them. My nipples are rolling between your pinching fingers. This sends incredible waves of pleasure directly down to my clit, which is swollen and throbbing with desire.

I’m a good girl. I’m a very fucking good girl.

You’re pounding into me faster. You’re thrusting harder. Your greedy hands move from my breasts back to my hips, and I can sense that we’re nearing the end. So, I give it everything. I meet every foreword movement of your hips with a rough push backwards, slamming you so deep inside of me that I feel I might break.

Please, break me.

Your sounds become louder; your grip on my skin becomes tighter.

You’re about to come.

There’s a tingling in my lips and it’s slowly traveling down my entire body. I’m so close. God, I’m so close. Don’t you dare stop.

Then you shift your weight forward, gently sink your teeth into my neck as your cock starts to convulse, and you unload the last several months of our built up sexual tension inside of me.

Oh. My. God.

The feeling of your mouth holding me in place as you find your release is so primal, so sexy, that I join you in finding mine.

My entire body begins to shake, my eyes roll back into my head, and with your teeth still grazing my skin, I arch my back into you one last time before collapsing onto the hard, cold ground; at this point, I’m nothing but a heap of sweaty, shaking mass.

My brain has stopped working; I am completely numb. Yet, I feel so much. I feel you throughout my entire body. I feel high. I am high. I’m fuck high.

Sounds start coming back- the sound of our combined panting, the bustle from beyond our sex cave walls, and the toilet from the next door bathroom flushing.

Shit. That’s right. We’re in a bathroom.

You’re standing up now, pulling your pants back on; I’m not sure I have the strength to move. You’re smiling. Not saying anything, just, smiling. As I glance at you from over my bare shoulder, it causes me to smile. We both begin to laugh.

You kick my panties to me, but they’re too soaked to put back on. I shake my head no and ask, “Souvenir?” A short pause stifles the mood, and then we’re laughing again.

I quickly dress, splash some water on my face, take a deep breath, hold my head high, and turn and open the door. Thank God there isn’t anybody outside waiting. Did anybody hear us? Does anybody know? I half expected to see a line around the corner. I thought maybe I’d be doing a walk of shame. But this will be more like a walk of win.

You’re washing your hands now with that grin still on your face. I wonder if you were grinning like that the whole time.

Without another word, I smile, bite my lip, and leave.

About the Author

Paige is a 34 year old dreadlock mama, currently living in Virginia, exploring her deepest desires to be primally dominated. She has spent the last 12 years as a housewife, but has quietly fantasized long enough, and is now beginning her kinky journey to self realization and true pleasure. Paige writes erotica based off of a combination of personal fantasy and experience.

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Let’s Talk About Aftercare For The Dominant

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I’ve read about a million articles (only a slight exaggeration) on aftercare for the bottom or the submissive, but I’d like to propose a little aftercare for the Dominant or the Top too.

Before I get started, this article in no way is meant to minimize the incredible importance of providing aftercare for the submissive. For a Dominant, taking care of the person you just played with is just as much a priority as negotiation, consent, and safety during a scene. Tops or Dominants must take care of the mental and physical needs of their partner first, foremost, and always.

Also, if you’re a submissive and you’re reading this, I want to stress that your Dominant is the number one source of information about how they are doing. No article should take precedent for the ongoing, open, and honest discourse you should be having with the people you play with regularly.

Let’s step back a moment. If you’re a Dominant, then you’re in charge! Doesn’t it naturally follow that all your post-session aftercare will be taken care of? Not necessarily. There are several reasons that you might not be getting the aftercare you need.

  • My experience as a Dom is that I am highly focused on my partner’s needs and desires. I feel strongly that’s the only way to go. That’s contrary to how many people approach this and that’s fine. However, sometimes that philosophy leads to missing some of my own needs and desires. It’s my fault, but it happens.
  • You may not even be aware that you need some aftercare. A lot of people are just not terribly introspective in that way. This is one area that the submissive partner could be helpful since they often know you the best.
  • Maybe, just maybe, you’re the type of Uber Alpha that doesn’t believe in showing weakness or needs at any time. You might believe that since you’re the King or Queen of the Universe that aftercare is for the little people. This could be a big blind spot.

Whatever the reason, here are some ideas for aftercare for the Dominant. Most of these are focused on players who are in a relationship. A single scene typically won’t require much besides a sincere thanks for a fun time and some feedback- if that’s requested (or a hug, hugs are always good). But an ongoing relationship gets more complicated.

All these suggestions are for the purpose of discussion. Each Dominant is different and knows best what they need. Take or leave these suggestions as you will.

Physical Aftercare for the Dominant

Some scenes are physically challenging in one regard or another. Throwing a heavy flogger, intricate rope-bondage, primal scenes, and other things can require strength and stamina. If you’re a weekend warrior your muscles may not be warmed up. No matter how old you are, there’s always a possibility that something zigs when it should have zagged.

These ideas for aftercare might help get the Dominant back in the game quicker.

These are mostly things for the Dominant to initiate.

  1. Drink some water. I’m the worst about this. If you’re engaging in a big, intense scene, you can get dehydrated easily. The submissive probably needs some water too.
  2. Get some rest. A great scene can drain your energy. If you want to be ready for the next scene, it’s vital to leave enough time to chill out or get some sleep before you have to get up the next day. Most don’t want to play with a sleepy Dom/me.
  3. How about a massage? A massage from your submissive is pretty damn wonderful. Not only does it help with tight muscles, but it’s also a great way to bring the two of you closer.
  4. Coffee, Tea, or…? After a scene is a good time to have your favorite beverage or treat served to you by your partner. Take a moment to enjoy it. For me, it might be cappuccino or some wine with the submissive at my feet. Your mileage may vary.
  5. Netflix and Chill. Personally, I need to be close to my submissive after we’ve played together. At the very least, that means snuggling up for a bit. If you have more time that might mean watching a movie together or catching up on the day’s events.
  6. Alone Time. On the other hand, some Dominants might want some time to cool down or reflect on their own.

Mental Aftercare for the Dominant

I think the mental aspect of aftercare is more significant (and more complicated) than the physical part. If your arm is sore after throwing a whip, that’s obvious. Your mind and your feelings are much more mercurial.

Being Dominant means that you’re likely doing things that run contrary to how you were taught to treat people. Causing pain, being exceptionally strict, and humiliating someone you care for works in the context of BDSM, but only if you know the submissive is on board and getting what they want and need out of the relationship. This is important. Dominants need to know you’re okay, and even better, that you’re enjoying yourself.

Here are some thoughts on how a submissive can provide aftercare for the Dominant.

  1. Giving Thanks. Something as simple as a “thank you” can go a long way with a Dominant. There’s a lot of pressure to come up with a scene, execute the scene properly, keep the submissive safe, and to make sure that everyone is having a good time. Don’t take that for granted.
  2. Be Forgiving. Not every scene goes as planned. Sometimes that leads to something wonderful, and sometimes the scene is a bust. If it’s a bust, then let the Dominant off the hook. I promise it will be appreciated. Dominants can be very tough on themselves. Remember, no one is perfect.
  3. Be Open. Dominants need information from the people they scene with. They need it to gauge where the submissive is and for their own peaceful state-of-mind. Being Dominant means taking on a lot of responsibility, and only a sociopath would be unconcerned about how their submissive is reacting to what is happening.
  4. Do Some Introspection. One of the things that has been exceptionally helpful to me is to have a training diary, where the submissive talks about scenes and where they are within the relationship. This allows another level of introspection that might not be present when you’re talking face-to-face. What this does in the realm of aftercare is to identify where the submissive is emotionally and spiritually, and gives the Dominant clear guideposts along the way. Anything you can do to make things clearer will be valued. Honest communication, good or bad, can put a Dominant’s mind at ease.
  5. Keep an Eye on the Dominant. BDSM should be fun. Is your Dominant having fun? Are they as engaged as they were at the beginning? Are they more tired than usual? Is something weighing heavily on them? Part of aftercare for the Dominant is looking out for their mental and physical well-being. A BDSM relationship is a very powerful thing, and it’s likely that you know the Dominant better than anyone else. If it seems like there’s a problem, your respectful attention could make a big difference.
  6. Check in with the Dominant. If you don’t live with your Dominant then simply check in with them a day or two after a scene. That’s the time after DomSpace, or whatever you want to call it, wears off. A little love and reassurance during this time will be helpful.

Aftercare for the Dominant may take many other forms and will obviously be as varied as the people who take that role. The only way to know what your Dominant needs after a scene is to talk to them. You might be surprised by what you discover when you bring up the subject.

Do you have any other ideas for aftercare for Dominants? I’d love to hear them in the comments below.

About the Author

Dirk Hooper is an award-winning fetish photographer, professional writer, audiobook narrator, podcasting producer and host, journalist for the fetish community, BDSM mentor, and adult personal branding and marketing consultant for Sexy Networking.

Dirk Hooper won Best Fetish Photographer at the 2017 Fetish Awards in St. Petersburg Florida. As a fine-art fetish photographer, Hooper’s work has been exhibited in England, the Netherlands, Belgium, China and all over the United States.  His work is part of the permanent collections of the Kinsey Institute at Indiana University and the Leather Archives and Museum in Chicago, Illinois. Dirk Hooper’s work has been published in magazines like Skin Two, Von Gutenberg, Fet Erotica and Sinical Magazine.  His work was published in the German hardcover art book “Fetish Fantasies: The Best of International Fetish Photography.” He has done professional photography for bands, books, posters and the adult film industry.  Hooper co-founded the alternative modeling site Toxic Goddess.  He offers his photography services for portraits and commercial projects.

Hooper’s articles have recently been published at Business Insider, Inc. Magazine, HuffPost, Slate Magazine, The Sporting News, MSN Sport, and Quartz. He has won the Quora Top Writer award for the past two years. He has also been published as a comic writer, a poet, and performed numerous copywriting assignments for professional and private clients. He is currently working on an erotic novel and a non-fiction book about social networking.

Dirk Hooper is the Host and Executive Producer of “The Fetish Show.”  He has also recently launched a new podcast about success and inspiration titled, “The Dirk Side.” Hooper has been podcasting since 2005 and has produced hundreds of hours of shows over several networks. His first audiobook narration was for the Suzanne Steele novel “Glazov.”

Dirk Hooper does journalism for the BDSM and fetish community through The Fetish Show News, FETISHWEEK articles, the Daily Fetish Chronicle and freelance writing.  Hooper’s award-winning website, http://www.DirkHooper.com features a gallery of his work, informational articles and is the home of “FETISHWEEK.”

Hooper’s inspiration for his work is an extension of his interests and experience in the BDSM and fetish community.  He is a BDSM mentor and has helped guide or train both dominants and submissives.

Hooper works as a consultant on personal branding, social networking, SEO, copywriting, design and marketing through his Sexy Networking business at http://SexyNetworking.com