I've been roundly criticized for having a contract and a formal set of rules. It's never bothered me, because the way I play is the way I play, and unless you have a safety/medical concern, your opinion doesn't matter.
However, I think it's valuable for those new to the lifestyle--or even those who have just "winged it" for years--to understand why I and others find value in contracts.
No, we're not copying off of 50 Shade of Grey. Stop that. That's fiction, and not a guide to a BDSM lifestyle. Nobody talks a virgin into signing a contract like that. Okay, no responsible dominant would talk a virgin, who can't have informed consent, into signing a contract like that. Well, not so much talked into, as hounded, intimidated, and practically forced.
Contracts have been around for a long time. I haven't used them in the past, since most of the partners I've had in the past were masochists, not formally slaves. We were all about playing with pain, and not about obedience and discipline. I was dominant by default, almost, because I was a natural at it, and it is the typical role of choice of the sadist, just as submissive is the typical role of choice for the masochist--thought it's not always the case. Nothing is set in stone in the world of sexuality--never fall into that trap. It might be set in stone for you, but it's not a good assumption to believe that every plays like you do.
If you do find yourself in a D/s (whatever form that takes) relationship, a contract is a good idea, not because it protects you legally (no court in the civilized world would defend your claim of ownership over another person), but because it provides a framework for the submissive in which to play, and it provides a level of comfort to know exactly what the rules are. Sometimes it's fun to play with loopholes, too, if you're into the whole bratty submissive thing...but if you're not, and you're looking for obedience, a formal set of rules to which you both agree (or you all agree, if you're poly) is a good start.
If you don't have rules, you could fall into the area of psychological abuse. If the submissive never feels like she/he is doing the right thing, if nothing they do seems to meet your expectations, if you constantly discipline for whatever you feel like labeling as wrong, your submissive may be in a constant state of psychological torment. It is my firm opinion that sub drop is more likely in this sort of situation, and it's more likely for a submissive to panic when she/he doesn't know what's expected.
Another value to having rules--and going over them from time to time--is that it tends to stimulate you and your partner sexually. That's been my experience, anyway. Go over them every so often, weeding out ones that seemed like good ideas when you first came up with them, but don't quite fit with the way you play or with the other things going on in your lives.
Still another good thing about rules is it is fulfilling for a submissive to know that she/he is doing a good job obeying them. If your submissive believes you are worthy of respect, even worship, obeying/following the rules, and even a particular routine or ritual, will provide fulfillment and keep your submissive happy and loyal--and, in turn, will keep you satisfied. They are your rules, after all. Tailor them to your benefit, and you will both (or all) be happy.
Friday, July 17, 2015
Saturday, July 11, 2015
With kids in the house and not much in the house dampening sound, I've shied away from using implements on my slave most of the time lately...but that's kept me out of the toy bag, and that's a shame. There are all kinds of toys in there I can use when we play that won't make noise, or won't make enough to matter. Two of the kids are asleep by the time we go to bed, and the third is playing games, wearing headphones, and talking on Skype--there's no way he's hearing us.
I had in mind to use the shrink wrap again. It's one of her favorite things and mine, and it had been so long. I'd been thinking about it all day, during work, when I could do nothing about it. When we settled down on the couch for the evening, after the youngest went to bed, I grabbed my slave by the hair and whispered in her ear, "I've been thinking about you in shrink wrap all day. I think we'll do a little breath play tonight."
She was enthusiastically compliant. While she went to the bathroom in preparation for being restrained (there are few things worse than having to untie a slave for a bathroom break), I went to the bedroom to get the toys out. I chose the Wartenberg wheel, the hunting knife, the shrink wrap, and two lengths of rope. I also pulled out the flogger. It's a bit worse for wear, but it is still effective.
She came into the bedroom, and I showed her the flogger. She immediately pulled down her jeans and assumed the position. I began whipping her, reddening her ass...and then I received a painful reminder that one of the cats had followed us into the room. Our biggest cat made a leap for the flogger while I was in mid-swing, missed, and latched onto my hand, hanging there by his claws for a few seconds. He drew blood.
I went to wash the scratches and the two puncture wounds, then bandaged them. I made sure the cat was not in the room, and I continued the whipping. I made her count this time, stopping a couple of times to rub her clit to the bring of orgasm, partially hoping it would make her lose count so I could start over...not that a completed count was going to stop me from continuing the whipping, but I love how it messes with her head. She kept count, though. I'm always impressed that she can do that now; she couldn't when we first got together. meb
Happy with the result of the whipping, I stripped her the rest of the way, threw her down on the bed, and edged her again, this time making her beg for permission to orgasm.
"Can I cum, Master? Please, can I come? Oh, please..."
I let the begging continue for a few minutes, relishing her agony over wanting to orgasm and being denied, then said, "No, you may not. You're not tied up yet."
I grabbed a length of rope, bent her leg so that her ankle was very near her thigh, and tied her lower leg to her thigh. I wrapped the rope around her leg three times, then pulled the rope through the loop made by doubling it. I made another coil around her leg, lower down, then I finished with coiling the rest around her ankle.
I edged her again. Made her beg again. She was getting so wet...and I was more turned on that usual. It had been so long since I'd restrained her with rope, I had forgotten how incredibly sexy she looks when I tie her up. After denying her an orgasm for the second time, I took a moment to savor the view, then grabbed the second length of rope. After doubling it, I used about a foot of it to whip her thighs, whip her pussy, and whip her thighs some more. I tied her left like just like the right one.
Damn...I wanted to fuck her then. I wanted to just explode inside of her with her legs restrained like that...but no. I wasn't done with her. As sexy as she looked, we hadn't made things intense enough, and I wanted her to soak the sheets when I finally let her cum.
I edged her for the third time. I denied her for the third time. I wasn't going to let her orgasm until she was completely helpless. That's when I grabbed the shrink wrap. I made her fold her arms together, then I wrapped them together. She was completely unable to resist now.
I shoved my fingers into her wetness, two at first, then three, then four. I stretched her, making her hurt. She moaned in pain and pleasure. I fucked her with my fingers, coating them with her juices...then I made her taste herself, making her suck her juices off her fingers. Once they were coated with her saliva, I wiped it all over her face.
"Does that make you feel like a cheap little whore?"
"You love that feeling, don't you."
"You love being treated like a little piece of meat, don't you?"
I took the Wartenberg wheel and began to run it over the vulnerable, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. Then, I spread her labia and ran it over the sensitive flesh beside her clit. I ran it over her clit...and her reaction...her breathing changed, she moaned...it was pure pleasure. I hadn't used vampire gloves in a very long time, because my pair was ruined through use as spanking implement, but it occurred to me at that moment that the wheel would be a similar feeling, and my slave loved it when I fingered her with the gloves on.
I rolled the wheel on her clit, over and over, and she went positively wild with pleasure. Her back arched, her breath grew ragged, she moaned, and she got very, very wet.
"Master, may I cum? Please, please, please may I cum?" she breathed. She could barely speak.
"Cum for me, whore." I held her in place, my body between her legs to keep them spread, one arm wrapped around her waist to keep her from jerking away, and kept rubbing her clit with the wheel while she came. She squirted a bit, drenching the sheet. Between the orgasm from the wheel and the edging that came before, her orgasm was explosive.
I made her cum again before I stopped running the wheel over her clit.
It was time for breath play.
"Are you ready, little slut?"
"No," she gasped.
"Does it matter that your not ready?"
"No," she moaned.
I smacked her on the side of the head. "All that matters is that I'm ready," I growled, then grabbed a fistful of her hair. "Right, little slut?"
I pulled her head up by her hair and started wrapping the shrink wrap around her head. I wrapped it around her forehead, her eyes, her nose, and her chin, then wrapped it around her mouth, as well. I laid over her chest and looked into her eyes, which were open under the plastic, and waited for her panic to set in, as it inevitably would. It took some time. She can hold her breath for a long time...but the shrink wrap usually causes her to panic sooner than she would if I simply held my hand over her mouth and nose. The panic finally came, but she didn't tap out. She fought it. She struggled. She writhed. She was so fucking sexy.
I finally poked a hole in the plastic for her mouth. I barely let her catch her breath when I kissed her, covering her lips completely and moving my tongue over hers. Even as she struggled for breath, she returned my kiss, moving her tongue in response. I broke away from the kiss, grabbed another piece of the shrink wrap, and put it over her mouth. The panic came more quickly this time, and I took the plastic off. I wanted to fuck her. I needed to fuck her.
But first...I grabbed the hunting knife. I ran it over her breasts, her face, her neck.
"What would you say if I said I wanted to see your blood?"
"Not with that knife."
That was an unusual response. I usually say things like this, knowing it's a hard limit and it's not going to happen. Her response usually plays into the role of the helpless victim, crying "No, please don't" or something along those lines, but this...
"Have you been thinking about blood play?"
"I've been thinking about it for a long time now."
"Hmmmm...interesting. But no, not with this knife. It can be sharpened, though..."
I picked her helpless body up a bit and moved her roughly into position. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her toward me. It wasn't difficult to slide inside of her; she was soaked. With the knife pressed to her neck, I fucked her savagely, grabbing her by the hair as I did. It was clear that she was getting too hot, so I ripped the plastic off of her head and her arms, then I pinned her arms above her head and fucked her harder.
When we were finished, we lay down next to each other, and I caressed her body. We talked a bit about the possibility of blood play. She's still scared of it, but it excites her, too. Maybe someday...
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