Orgasm Permitted. -The Husband

So, the Masochist says to the Sadist, "Hurt me." Calmly replies the Sadist, "No."

A recent innovation to my cunnilingus repertoire (limited though it may be) was orgasm denial. A bisexual friend of mine had explained it thusly: "Pay attention to when she is right on the edge of orgasm and then back off what you are doing. Give a little more- , let her taste the feeling, then back off again, and so on." The idea is that if you get her really pliable the lightest touch sends her over the edge and you guide her along the precipice for one long orgasmic wave. If this effort fails it is because she falls over that knife edge and has a massive orgasm, so either way, win-win.

The first time I tried this, she said during (AND after), "That's MEAN!" I explained the concept, leaving her unimpressed as she is multiply and easily orgasmic, so she couldn't see the point. She already surfs orgasmic waves without any science fair experiments thank you very much. It should be noted that on the previous occasion when the experiment 'failed' it was because of heightened sensitivity that caused a arch up off the bed massive orgasm, so no hot wives were harmed in the testing.

Tonight I was lewdly reaching under her skirt as she was attempting some graphic design work, I asked her what she was in the mood for tonight. "Orgasm denial," she blushingly said. "I thought you said that was mean." pressing the issue making it her desire, as images of her on her knees taped to a spreader bar, head down screaming into a pillow played through my mind. She verbalized it to may satisfaction about the time I got her panties around her ankles.

Well, I got the screaming into a pillow part right.

We snatched a few minutes of stolen time from the small one. I knew I hadn't the time to immobilize her. I simply told her to assume the position in my mind and to pretend she is bound. She did as she was told and I gave her a "Good Girl" as I lifted the skirt to expose her swollen lips and a very spankable ass. More on that later.

Wetting my fingertip, I traced the outlines of her labia like paint by number art. not exactly sure where I was going here, just looking to make her squirm while insisting she hold still. She did well, and was quite aroused as I traced her slit and opened and probed her petals, deliberately avoiding the places I know to be where she most needs it. She didn't seem frustrated, but I was getting a bit so myself, with a firm erection in my flannel pajamas still lazily attired in since the night before, no underwear to holster it, always feels a little silly to have a pole bobbing and tottering between one's legs.

I could resist no longer the urge to spank her up-turned ass, and smacked it a medium swat. She wriggled into it. I started slow, little swats, tattooing a pattern of even coverage of pink. I find she can take much more pain if the capillaries are already broken and spreading their sub-cutaneous endorphins. One swat on her now somewhat bony portion of her ass elicited a smile from her. Not that it did anything specific for her at that time, but because it was yet another affirmation to herself of the weight she has lost/ At some point as I ramped up the intensity on her right cheek, continuing to neglect the left, I remarked that her ass was stinging my hand a bit, and what did she think I should do about that? She suggested I find an implement to do some of the work for me. "Agreed", I said, "but what?", making her choose. "The belt," she said.

I by this time had my hard cock out pressed against her as I leaned over to hiss coarsely in her ear. Your hand is hot she said, I explained that was heat radiating from my cock pressing it into her side, lance-like. I explained that hurting her was getting me extremely aroused. "How sick is that?" I inquired. "Very sick," she said dripping with lust. I told her she could touch herself while I looked for the belt . (I had anticipated that might take a while. It didn't, but that didn't stop the slut from cumming twice before I got with in range again. SMACK, I said with the tip of the belt. "I didn't say," Smack! "to cum!"

Orgasm denial be dammed, I wasn't denying any of mine! I pressed my tip to her sheath and was annoyed she wasn't wetter. She truly has a Pavlovian response to cock-sucking. She hadn't sucked me at all here so her bell didn't ring I guess. ~shrug~ Pressing the issue, and my cock further I found that in fact that she had plenty of moisture stored in her, I just had to get past her dry, quivering lips. Maybe since she generally kneels to perform fellatio, i just drips from her drenched cunt. Here, I had gravity working against me. Lesson learned, I plunged on, now almost too wet. I considered pulling out and having her lick some of that excess pussy juice, but that seemed circular reasoning, as it would likely get her wetter. I just increased the length of each stroke coming farther out so as to air dry my cock a bit.

I watched fascinated as the two smacks on her right side revealed themselves perfect impressions of the slight taper of my belt's tip. I looked at her unblemished left side and decide to paint there a bit. Being right handed I pulled out so I could get a better angle and concentrate on my work. I gave her three stripes in quick succession starting at the bottom and working up. Unintended it looked like a feathered pattern of a birds wing like one of those eagle tattoos bikers like. Thrilled at my marksmanship, I got out the camera to take a picture, meanwhile she was masturbating from underneath, unbidden, I haven lost track of and all control of the very submissive I was currently beating. This kids, epitomizes ADHD. I told her if she was going to persist in that she needed to at least count off her orgasms.

"How many so far?" I asked, ever keeping score as men tend to do. "I don't know..." she trailed off.

Reaching for a hank of hair at the base of her neck I pulled her face around. "What do you mean , "you don't know"? You were there?" I chided. "How many?"

.............................."Five, I think..."

"You think?" I said tightening my grip. "It's f FIVE!" she corrected herself. "

"Well count them off, then." I said realizing about now that I was doing exactly the opposite of what she had asked for...hence the joke at the top. "I will allow you one minute to reach each". I added needing to maintain some sort of semblance of being in charge of this train wreck of a BDSM session.

Back to my work, I didn't let her distract my aim when in quick succession I hear "6, SEVVVIN..." Losing interest in her orgasms entirely (she doesn't actually need me there, ~shrug~) I watched as over thinking it made the pattern I had in mind a little off. Kinda like how even the best basketball player can miss the mark at the free throw line. I, a novice at swinging a belt, resolved simply that I will do better next time I have a fresh unmarked canvass to work with.
It turned out pretty cool I thought to myself quite geekishly, dunno yet how the pictures turned out.

I don't really remember much about how it is that I came to be fucking her missionary style looking at the glazed look of pain and satisfaction in her eyes, but I do remember that I did have a handful of hair twisted through my fist when I pumped out my own singular orgasm.

I'll make it up to her the next time she asks me, "Make me cum?"

Domination With a Straight Face. - The Husband

Being a randy S.O.B. this morning's raunch wasn't enough to sate the beast within. Well I thought it was, until she presented her ass. She got some shoes today from an admirer and was taking a picture of them. To do this, she laid on her back, put her ass within spanking distance in a pair of tight jeans and put her legs in the air against the wall as she took a self picture of the shoes.

Naturally, I spanked her. It sounded good, felt good on my hand and she kind of sidled her butt over for another. I told her to lock the door and strip. She said she had to go downstairs to deal with a pan. Huh? She explained that yet again she had boiled a pan dry with this seasonal spice (nutmeg, allspice, cinnamon) that she simmers on the stove to cover the odor of unwashed dishes and laundry and burned pans. This time it was a pan that was ugly, battered, but serviceable that was left behind by one of th 29 roommates I went through before trading them in for a her. This, a grievous sin indeed. I told her as she attempted (in vain I am sure) to scrub the carbon off the bottom to think of a number of swats that she should receive to atone for the loss of my pan. (Did I mention this is the third one in about as many month?) She said "Zero!" I told her I found her number "unacceptable."

Thinking about spanking her got me very hard indeed. Not something I am proud of, just a physiological reaction to a fetish. When she came in, I told her to strip but put on some panties. She did, (locking the door behind her) and rummaged around for some underwear. She grabbed a floral print boy short. "Unacceptable" I say.. I pulled mine off and had her step into them, and put hers on. "On your knees!" I insisted.

I fucked her face a while then remembered the task at hand. "On the bed, face down, ass in the air." She did, a trace of a bemused smile. I thought the angle looked interesting although no woman's behind is flattered in that pose. Being in an unflattering pose was hot in and of itself, so I took pictures. Unfortunately that was with her camera and I'm betting on deletion. We will see. I opened the blinds to let in some natural light and to give that uneasy feeling that her ass being flogged might be seen by someone.

I had her reach under and masturbate in my panties to give her something to do where I considered angles and lighting. Finally satisfied that I had enough pictures of her ass for later humiliation play, I pulled the panties in for a mild wedge exposing more flesh for the spankin'. Rather than a series of red blotches, I wanted a single distinct handprint. A partial wouldn't do and once I had a partial, there would be no chance of lining up a second so I increased te acceleration of my hand through the air to achieve a terminal velocity of about 50% more than I thought I needed for the effect of that. Since her safe word seems to be "OW!" I wasn't going to get a second swat anyway with the one I had wound up in my shoulder. SMMMAAAACKKKKK! It hurt. A lot. My hand was stinging. She felt it too.

She started laughing through the tears. A long time ago we were playing around with spanking. I had kicked the roommates (and the revenue) out of my house and we were christening all the rooms. The middle bedroom with the green shag carpeting had a cheap mirror on the back of the door. I had found a garland of pearls and she was wearing those her bridal heels and the "Nelda Outfit" (a one piece teddy our mutual friend Nelda had given her at her bridal shower.)

There was a stool in the room and we messed around mugging for the mirror. Her favorite was probably when I sat on the stool sans trousers and she watched in the mirror as she bent over wearing those 4" white satin, lace and pearl trimmed, stiletto heels and deep-throated me. I enjoyed having her bend over the stool as I swatted her bare cheeks with my hand progressively harder each stroke until she kept up a throaty sexy patter f oh yes, that fells good, spank me, make it hurt...until it actually did. Then she stood up straight rubbed her ass and said OW that HURT annunciated in clear debate team voice. We still laugh about that. If you can't laugh WITH your sub you aren't really secure in your Dom-ulinity. Besides, she is probably laughing behind your back AT you..(subs do that you know)

Oddly although I shared her mirth I was quite ramped up in my desire to cause her the pain so I was pretty un-apologetic about it. As the bright red hand print raised, I knew it was all worth it anyway..what a pic that will make!..snapped a few as she craned her neck to see it. looking at the display skin she audibly gasped in a "look what you DID to me" way but a quick groping of her confirmed that she was also very very wet...I think more so from seeing the result than the swat itself.

She openingly laughed saying look how dom-ly you still look despite the fact that we are laughing. I pointed out that even though I laughed, I really hadn't granted permission for her to do so. I emphasized my pint with some pressure on her carotids. Sharp intake of breath and then silence. "Better", I said, and meant it. Reaching down I pulled of the panties. "I also didn't give permission for you to cream in my panties." I grabbed the nylon panties and yanked them down over her ass and off her legs. "Look what you've done." I calmly pointed out, as I let her taste the moist gusset I soved it in her mouth.

Taking them out of her mouth, and taking liberties no properly trained sub would she wrapped them around her neck pulling the stretchy nylon taut. "I think you should choke me."

Taking them back I used them to stretch a taught gag like a bit through her teeth pulling hard at the corners of he mouth pulling her smile into a grimace. "No," I explained. "As much as I am getting off on this little scene, I might well take that too far." That seemed to hit the mark. by this point I had worked my way on top of her pinning her and threatening her already abused cunt again with my cock. Working it in I fucked her for a short while before she moved the panty gag aside and complained that it was hurting inside and not in a good way. "No problem," I cheerfully replied as I gently gathered a handful of hair and pulled her mouth down onto my cock. She lasted a little while that way and was experiencing discomfort there too.

Hmm, I say, you are an awfully greedy slut aren't you. You get off by crossing your legs and I don't complain when despite years of practice, you fail to get me off at times. You really need to choose one way or another here (as I put my cock back in her pussy). She complained and came again and again as I fucked her. Do you want me to stop? "No" Does it hurt? "Yes" Is that why you are cumming? "Yes".

I was looking forward to several exchanges back and forth mouth to pussy, pussy to mouth and back, but her writhing and orgasms from every nipple pinch just got me off before I could completely wear her down. All in all, another lovely time was had by me. Dunno about her, I shall badger her to post her version of this.

My COCK belongs to her....

I didn't know what an affinity for administering measured doses of pain, unit I actually tried it. I knew from my Boy Scout days that I was a whiz at knots, just hadn't really associated the bowline, the square hitch or the sheet-bend with the bondage applications. I learned fast though and really enjoy leaving a red hand print, or the occasional raw nipple.

In reading various things in places I probably ought not be, I have become fascinated with the concept of the switch. I mean I get how its fun to wield the paddle.Its about control and sadism, and kink. What I like best about it is the effect such things have on my wife. I am constantly amazed at how demonstrably wet she can get from these things if the mood is right and the build-up is gradual. Kind of funny though because out of the bedroom, (other than childbirth) I seem to have a higher pain threshold than her.

I only understand the masochistic side from watching my wife cum from submission. I have wondered whether it might not be possible to see it from her end, if she were to try her hand at my end so to speak.

We have talked about it, experimented a little, usually resulting in giggles.

Now last night was another story. She was understandably irritated with me through-out the day when she realized from my squirrelly sidesteps online that I had once again chatted up the odd lonely horny woman online. It matters not that most likely the other dude was also pretending to be a lesbian. Its the principle that matters.

I felt guilty, she was mad, then she was guilty that she was as mad as she was (as if these things can be exactly titrated.) I felt guilty that I had somehow manipulated her into feeling bad about making me feel bad. We finally agreed to a do over. She suggested a cuddle. I agreed, although it turned into far from a cuddly experience.

She has always been able to separate her love for me from my behavior and I need to learn from her example. I have trouble feeling anything but numb if I am angry, or guilty or scared, or insecure.

I felt a little more worthy during the beginning dance steps of intimacy last night in a more giving role. More for the room on the bed and trying to not knock a load of laundry off the hope chest at the end of the bed, I was in a bit of an odd position. She has a wonderfully vivid imagination and at times can indulge her bisexual side by forgetting the stubble on the chin that disappears below the horizon of her mons. In addition to that visual, my ass was quite high that as she described it was a lovely heart shape and looking quite spankable.

She went into a kind of new place where she in an encouraging, but dominant in herinstructions of what I should be doing whilst giving her oral pleasure. Getting up, she had an idea and beckoned me to my knees on the floor at the foot of the bed. There on the floor was a chain leash. Fastening it around my neck, she guided me into position and gave positive and negative reinforcement with words and the leash as needed. Interesting. After some twists and turns and an orgasm or two of hers, she said in a husky voice, grabbing my cock.."This is MY cock,you use it for my pleasure and at my pleasure...do you understand?" I was in a very compliant mood and readily assented. Maybe subconsciously she was re-asserting her marital rights? Consciously she says no, but I wondered a bit. At the time I assumed it was an actual message. It seemed timely and topical, so I had no argument.

When she had felt that she had used her love-toy to her satisfaction, she offered me the reward of my choice. She does a phenomenal blow-job, but I was feeling more ala carte. I asked her to choke me. I wanted to imagine I was her and see what she sees as she starts to gray out mid-orgasm. Turns out, the adam's apple makes this a bit less comfortable it would seem. There was a nice feeling that is hard to describe about letting go and trusting. there was an edge of fear that spiked the adrenaline, but the trachea seemed to dislike it in every way.

Later there was some enthusiastic spanking and that did seem to hold promise. As she repeated the slaps to the same spot, I did notice the sensation she has described to me about a numb feeling as the endorphins go to work. Perhaps we will revisit some of these elements at sometime, but we were both agreed afterwards that we excel in our respective roles.

Edit:

1/25/2008

adding a video clip here so so its not in your face on the main page of the blog...I mean who wants a cock right in your face? and for those that do, all in one place one stop shopping.

Kinky 'Pitchers - The Geek

I was tired last night and dozed off early. I awoke to the flash of a camera on the other side of the bed. The artist was feeling creative. There was a tacky (for a bed sheet) burgundy satin sheet tacked to the wall behind her head. Her hair was beautifully curled, makeup set for evening stun.

Lips in a nice glossy "Fuck-Me" red. She was wearing one of my full length slips. Its a shame that women don't really wear them anymore. I think the market for slips and pantyhose is strictly a CD thing, but I digress.

Watching her slutting it up for the camera, I found myself suddenly a lot less sleepy. Despite her protestation of "Watch the lipstick!" I couldn't resist the blatant invitation. Slipping my quickly hard cock between her lips, I did "Fuck- Her"mouth gently, mindful of the liptstick. She got a couple of nice pictures without needing a touch-up. No,we won't be posting those pics, but take my word for it very spankable.

Taking the camera, I took just a few shots as she writhed and played. A great shot that shows absolutely nothing turned out very sexy. Her arm disappearing beneath her gives a hint that she was fingering her wet slit. The glint in her eye and the slight parting of the lips confirms that she is being naughty. This picture in a nice black and white treatment ended up on her medium vanilla blog.

Back on he back, she took a few more self pictures as I diddled her clit. She got a nice picture of her gently cumming. Her head thrown back exposing her vulnerable neck begged for a little strangulation, and the result is the picture you see here.

As a conflicted virgin, I had some kinky urges but was uncomfortable with them. The closest I had ever gotten to anything with a BDSM flavor was a chaste girlfriend that was a pretty enthusiastic aficionado of zipper-grinding. She (and I) would feel guilty when our innocently intentioned make-out sessions ended u with an oops of an orgasm. We had no idea what we were doing but apparently we were aiming for tantric blue-balls. In an effort to keep her from rising up against me and going "too far" I had the bright idea to tie her up. This did keep her from rubbing up against me, but didn't really tone down the kink.

When The Artist met The Geek, she had no such silly reservations about orgasms. Especially if one was making out and rolling around in a bed. At one point she asked me to tie her up. Not sure if I had mentioned my previous boy scout knot tying experience or more likely, the previous girlfriend kink. Regardless, I EAGERLY tied her wrists together and then over head to one side of the headboard. I teased and tickled until to my shock, she asked me to spank her. "Harder!" she urged when my first tentative slap only warmed her bottom, but didn't sting. It took quite a few swats each incrementally harder until I was rewarded with a then strange, but now familiar glazed look of her reaching another place. I was so turned on by this and horrified in a small compartmentalized portion of my mind that I was hitting a woman and really getting off on it. The fact that it was consensual, encouraged and effective entered into my thinking not at all. As she hoarsely whispered her encouragement and said something to the effect that "you like that don't you?" , instinct went somewhere I couldn't; have known about. Very carefully deciding exactly how hard would be attention-grabbing, but not so far that she would want to quit this game of chicken, I slapped her across the face. It was almost out of body and definitely out of character for me. I almost came from that, and I think she might have.

This began a 15 year odyssey of kink. Reading something about asphyxiation play, (dangerous, kids don't try this at home) I once added it to a bit of rough play. It was very well received. There is something incredible erotic for a woman who is after all already spreading her legs and letting you fuck her to trust you in the fervor of rutting to place your hand around her neck. That moment when her eyes start to roll back a little can be intoxicating.