My husband and I were seeking a real time submissive to serve Us. Our inquiries were answered and a few were vetted. Only one made the cut. She was little and meek, but so willing to serve and obey. I decided that We were going to go to the local hot tub garden. As we all entered the special hot tub just for Us, the anticipation grew. We all three got undressed and make our way to the tub as nature intended. I love the jets in the tub and started massaging Myself all over. My King started caressing Our submissive and her moans rang out. She serviced Me with her mouth, and serviced My King as well. Her mouth felt warm and smooth on My Goddess parts and seeing My King excited did even more for Me. We all finished up our individual trips to heaven and relaxed post euphoria in the warm waters of the tub.
Knife and Wax Play
There was a time when the idea of a knife in My hand was threatening. Mostly to Myself. Through My knowledge and experience with BDSM, I had uncovered the fact that quite a few individuals utilize kink to fill voids or as coping mechanisms, all the way to healing tools. Then, the idea of a knife in the hands of someone I trust could be that very tool to both be incredibly erotic and increasingly freeing. I decided that knife play would be My next venture in Kink.
My King and I decided one night to play around with some new ideas. I brought up My interest, and what that would mean for the both of us. We agreed that We would try not only knife play, but wax, nipple and breath play.
He clamped My nipples first. Made them nice and pert for what lay ahead. He had Me close My eyes and at that moment, I heard the release of the blade. Click. A bolt of lightning ran down My spine. The idea of once again having a blade touch My skin, but much more than that, having the blade in the hands of My King. I knew that fear was to turn into pleasure, and I would be released.
My King gently caressed the contours of My breasts with the tip of the sharpened blade. Soft enough not to draw blood, but hard enough to make sure I knew that I was at His mercy. He moved to circling around My clamped nipples. I opened My eyes and the view was breathtaking.
My King sheathed the knife, and I heard the spin of the flint on his lighter. The gas. The flame igniting. The wick on the candle crackling. It was time for the wax.
Each moment before a drip of hot wax cascaded down onto My breast to burn, then instantly cool and harden, I held My breath. After I took each drop, I exhaled, and such a breath was nearly enough to extinguish the flame of the candle.
The control. The exchange of power. The trust.
The pain. The pleasure. All in one.
It was one of the most erotic experiences I have ever had.
My First Real Time Sub Scene
I engaged in years of online Domination. However, being as picky as I am, no one had yet been able to interest Me on a personal level.
She entered a kik group that I was in. She identified herself as a Dominant, however she always addressed Me as a submissive should……
The magnetism was immense. It was as if she had entered just for Me.
We took our conversation private.
For Me, the idea of a Dominant Female desiring to submit to Me was nearly more than I could process. She knew how to address Me, in what manner to speak, and what fires to light.
We arranged our first session. As quickly as possible.
She came over, and all of the safe and consensual guidelines had already been agreed upon. I wanted it. As did she.
First, the wax. Then, knife play. Just teases at that point. I wanted all of her and I was going to get what I wanted.
I took My beads and put them around her neck. I slowly, but purposefully wrapped them tighter around My fist. I pulled her close to Me, and began to consume her, body and soul.