Tag: tease and denial

jukeboxemcsa:

“You’re not weak,” she said, her breath tickling his sensitive skin as she stroked him to a full erection. “You’re strong, mentally and physically. You’re resilient, courageous, ethical and unafraid to act on it. You’ve got the kind of confidence that means that you don’t have to show off your power, because you always know it’s there when you need it.” Her fingers slid over the head of his cock, working precum into the feverishly hot flesh. “You’re my strong, obedient boy.”

“You’re not stupid,” she whispered, her fingers rubbing over his stiff nipples again and again until the slightest touch elicited a moan. “You’re not thinking now, but that’s only because you don’t want to think. You’ve decided that it feels better to let your mind go still and quiet so that you can focus on my words, and all the pleasure they bring you. You’re blank, not dumb.” She caressed his chest–his shirt had long ago been cast aside. He didn’t even remember it happening. “You’re my smart, submissive boy.”

“You’re not worthless,” she purred, as his hand drifted back to gently touch her naked body. “If you were worthless, why would I have any interest in owning you? Why would I want to possess a thing without value?” Her lips nuzzled his neck, sending shivers down his spine and right into his throbbing cock. “No, you’re a prize, a treasure, and I’m proud to call you mine. You’re my priceless, enthralled boy.”

“You’re not pathetic,” she cooed to him, as his legs finally buckled under the intensity of the mindless bliss he felt with each stroke of his pulsing, aching cock. “There’s nothing pitiable or pitiful to you; you could have your choice of women, those who you would surrender to and those who would surrender to you.” She guided him to his knees, sliding his pants down to give herself full access to his body, and began to pump her hand faster and faster up and down his shaft. “You’re no stray to be taken in. You’re my capable, pliable boy.”

He moaned, as her fingers teased every last bit of pleasure out of his balls, tugging his orgasm out of him with expert skill. “And you know just what that means, don’t you, pet? Anyone could control a weak, worthless, stupid, pathetic slave. Anyone could snap their fingers and make a person like that obey. But you know that you’re strong, smart, capable, a prize beyond value. So if I can command you this easily, reduce you to a helpless, whimpering slave at my feet…it just means that I’m irresistible. It means my power over you is inescapable. You can’t fight me, pet, because no matter how strong you are…I’m always stronger. Isn’t that wonderful?”

“Yes, Mistress,” was all he managed to sigh out before his climax took him beyond the point of speech.

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What would you do to drive a sub crazy?

Apologies for the belated reply. It depends on the guy and their specific kinks/fetishes. But obviously the easiest and funnest is through tease and denial: pleasing them, edging them, controlling them. I give them a taste of what they want, and then take it away; let them know that it’s there, dangle it in front of their faces, but don’t let them have it; even when I’m pleasing them, I taunt them, reminding them that I control their pleasure, and I can just as easily take it away or punish them. There are few things more frustrating than simply not being able to have something tangibly within one’s grasps.

And to make it even better (or worse, depending on your perspective), I take my time, slowly building up to pleasing them. I toy with them, teasing them with kisses and caresses, leaving their senses on edge and them anxious with anticipation of what’s to come. It is this psychological and physical loss of control and frustration that keeps them begging and subservient. 

serveyourneeds:

lavenderbutts:

As soon as you walk through that door, your clothes come off boy, and with them your mask comes off too, the mask you wear everyday at work and that makes everyone believe you’re a strong, dominant man.

As soon as you walk through that door you’re mine, my precious boy, my little slut, my toy to use however I want, my little servant who will do anything to please me, my caged, denied little pet.

How does it feel to walk around all day hiding it, without anyone knowing what you really are? It must be exhausting, sweet boy.

It’s okay now, you can stop pretending. I’m here and I’ll take control of you.

On your knees, pet.

This writing speaks to me in ways I cannot even describe.

I often walk through the day feeling like I am hiding an important part of myself. I try to find ways to let the submissive side of me show. Finding ways to please and help others for example.

But no matter what I do, I am not fully me. It’s only those moments when I can physically shed my clothes and metaphorically shed the societal pressure and judgment and be open with the person I will serve that I am fully me, and more importantly fully hers. Thank you @lavenderbutts for beautifully capturing those feelings

Do you like to tease guys?

What kind of question is this?

FUCK YES of course I like to tease guys.

I like to let them see me dance, see me move, to give them an idea of what my body can do. I like to touch them in all the right places, gently when needed, firmly when necessary, enough to get them excited and drive their imagination wild, but not enough for them to really get off on. I like to use their bodies in any way that I please for my pleasure, all whilst denying them any real release. 

I like to tease them until they are panting from pleasure, quivering with frustration, pleading for more, begging for release… To reduce them to nothing but their primal, carnal needs and desires is one of the best things about being a domme.