Well yesterday there was a whole free day to use and abuse my puppet, bitch-boy. I am just going to report on some highlights and the associated psychodynamics.
I had bitch-boy in full deprivation bondage on head and knees on the sofa, his shaved genitals pulled back between his bound together legs. I had him take a Cialis pill and three weeks without sexual relief for him had preceded yesterday. Here is a photo of him in a similar position recently, while on holiday. PHOTO
While I sat back and watched a subtitled, foreign language programme I enjoy very much, I tickled his shaved genitals with the tips of my long fingernails of both hands, particularly working on the so sensitive skin where his scrotum meets his perineum. He became rock hard, obviously! And whimpered with frustration. I watch my TV programme while I play with his bits. I had to pause the programme four times! and each time had a huge orgasm using my massager wand. I make sure he knows when I orgasm because I touch the vibrating wand to his genitals for a moment before applying it to myself which he knows means I am about to bring myself off.
I always like to make sure he knows how many orgasms I am having and when so he is clear just how unashamedly depraved and perverted his Mistress is, getting turned on by treating him so badly. Of course this also reminds him of the disparity between the number and frequency of my orgasms and his.
Sometimes when he was hard I would edge his clitty. Other times, grasp it with my sharp fingernails and dig them in. The feeling of power was immense and I could imagine just how much he felt like an object, not a human. He knew he would not be cumming in what was a 75 minutes session so bound. He NEVER comes during this favourite activity of mine. I imagined how he also recognised my absolutely guilt free, 100% selfish use of him. Its all about my pleasure, no matter the cost to him. Yes, there was the bitter sweet sensations for him, but so bitter knowing the feeling led only to increased frustration.
I finally released him from this sensory deprivation bondage on the sofa and took him upstairs to the BDSM bed and secured him, legs apart in the gynaecological stirrups, large rigid posture collar, etc. He pleaded that he had already been in sensory deprivation bondage downstairs for nearly an hour and a half. I responded that I now wanted him in sensory deprivation bondage up here and I couldn’t care less what had come before. I spent a while smacking his clitty with a ruler. The harder smacks bringing forth squeals but he remained hard. Poor helpless male animal. More hard smacks got me aroused and I had to break off and sit in the armchair to and use my massager wand for another huge orgasm. I made sure he could see me in the ceiling mirror while I played and came. I had my body on FULL show. Tiny, tight shorts, (removed for the orgasm), 6 inch heeled platform mules and no bra and a long sleeved crop top just covering my breasts, just! Around my tiny exposed waist was a thin gold chain and from the jutting of my hip bones my flat stomach was exposed all the way to the underside of my breasts.
Then it was time to apply the seriously nasty Linnex to his clitty and leave him in sensory deprivation bondage for an hour or two. I announced my intention and he immediately began his desperate, heartfelt pleading about the Linnex. I talked sweetly to him about how it would turn me on when, downstairs on the sofa, I listened on the bay monitor to his sobbing as his clitty burned. His earnest pleading turned me on a lot. I applied a coating of the Linnex to his clitty. He was desolate! I thought about how sadistic and heartless and guilt free he knows I am, by these acts. How that would affect his submissive soul. I had to again, break off and sit in the armchair and use my massager wand for yet another huge orgasm. Once I had recovered, I added the blindfold and just before switching on the white noise in his ear phones, I told him in my sweetest voice that I would be orgasming downstairs listening to him sobbing and that I would be up in half an hour to apply another coat of the Linnex. Between sobs he now seriously begged and begged and begged. I switched on the white noise and walked away.
Downstairs, I sat on the sofa and reading the weekend papers. I could hear his desolate sobbing on the baby monitor and yes, you guessed it, after ten minutes, yet again the massager was used and yet another huge orgasm resulted. After about 35 minutes, true to my word, I visited him. In his blind, gagged, white noise world, he did not know I was in the room until I gently held his clitty. Then, although gagged, the purpose of the sounds he made were easy to make out and he was very close to inconsolable tears while he made his constant, heartfelt, begging noises. I smiled at his plight. I could actually see pink red stripes up the shaft of his clitty where I had last used the Linnnex, 35 minutes ago, such is the nastiness of the Linnex wax. A truly huge power rush enveloped me when I swiped a stripe of Linnex wax up virgin areas of his shaft on his still smarting clitty. Then another. He now made noises of woe and despondency. As the previous burning had yet to end, the new coating immediately had him sobbing. I et go of his clitty. He did not know I remained in the room. Again I sat in the armchair and used my massager wand for yet another huge orgasm. Once I recovered, I left the room feeling a million dollars and like a bitch-queen from hell.
Downstairs and twenty minutes passed and there was another orgasm for me listening to his continued sobbing.
He had been in his sensory deprivation bondage a little over two hours and his clitty was no longer burning. I went up to him and removed his ear phones and blindfold. I sat in the armchair so he could watch me indulge in yet another orgasm. Dear blog follower, you may not believe the number of huge orgasms I have reported, but I promise the number is true. This last orgasm of the day came from me thinking back on the day and how much power I have and how depraved I feel to have zero pity to treat my puppet as I had. And thinking forward that these days happen whenever I want.
I then stood where he could see me in the ceiling mirror and grasped his clitty with my right hand and ticked his balls with the fingernail tips of my left hand. I asked in my innocent voice.
‘Would you like to orgasm little puppet?’ Still gagged, the sounds of the words, ‘please mistress, please mistress’, were repeated in a constant, non-stop flow, in a tone of polite, profound, desperation and anxiousness. I left a loooong pause to raise his anxiety while his mantra continued. But it had been three weeks; and I wanted to give him an immense orgasm as I do from time to time. Just so he knows what he is missing out on when I so often don’t. I answered.
‘OK then lucky little puppet. A lovely orgasm.‘ The sounds from his gag were now the repeated words, over and over, ‘Thank you mistress, thank you Mistress,’ His tone one of profound, servile, emotional, gratitude. I felt seriously powerful that my little puppet was so pathetically grateful to his goddess.
He could see me and my beautiful, half exposed, body in the mirror. I thought I could imagine what he might be thinking, but I thought I would make a little speech to ensure he was.
‘Poor puppet, is this how your sexual gratification comes? Weeks with none at all, then almost 4 hours in sensory deprivation bondage, with a smacked and then burning clitty for so long. And now so helplessly bound and dependant and needy. And look at my body. A beautiful, beautiful, athletic, curvy body you never do, and never will, get to fuck. Nor caress, or stroke, not even penetrate my pretty cunt with your fingers. But my girlfriend does all those things doesn’t she; you little cuckold bitch.’ I felt like a TOTAL bitch myself and I loved it. Then he came, for a loooong time, and I did my best to maximise his bound, dependant ecstasy. He was emotional; almost tearful. But I just felt pleasure from my power to ration and bestow such ecstasy or deny it, at my whim: And to feel so detached from his profound emotion as he came.
I knew the upshot of this ‘quiet’ weekday of so many huge orgasms and depravity for me would simply be him in total awe of me. Life is good!