Could we have some technique, please?

[P. B. Walker]

I'm following it... hehe...

PBW "You can't get me off the scent that easy"

 

[Ebonyfire]

O no I posted the rituals to the technique thread arghhhhh..shhh
maybe no one will notice?

Wherever they are posted, they are still true and make perfect sense. I have noticed that sissy does his few rituals without even being told. he only has a couple of them because he is not living with Me.

I think that having rituals has gone a long way to bind sissy to Me even though he is not collared.

Ebony

 

[artful]

Shadows,...

O no I posted the rituals to the technique thread arghhhhh..shhh
maybe no one will notice?

...Yes it has become a RITUAL,...I don't mind all knowing,...I follow your posts,...it's a RITUAL to me,...just as I follow Dream's posts.

No matter where you post,...I HAFTA check it out.
Does this mean I have a submissive nature?

 

[Shadowsdream]

Ebony

My toy brought his frog position ritual to Me. Naturally and honestly through his desire to show constant devotion. My heart sings when he falls so low to the floor without instruction, simply because it is where he needs to be. From a one time act this has become a piece of many of the rituals in our home.


Art

O no I think I can say there is only one sub in YOUR heart..and it ain't You brother!

PBW

Glad you found the last installment...~~~grin~~~

 

[blue kat]

another good one to bump..

 

[shy slave]

Good bump Kat

Miss T started this a while back but its very relevant to me at the moment.
Several people have said here and in other threads communication is the key.
As i sub I find communication very difficult. I did not struggle in vanilla relationships to say what was great or not but as a sub I find it awkward to be articulate.

I think its because everything is still new and He is an experienced Dom. Also I care more about His feelings in all the D/s issues.

I am still grappling whith why He likes what He likes. In truth vanilla men are easier to figure out

I hate my nipples being grabbed and twisted without warning yet love them being bitten at other times. Sometimes I know He does things because I dislike it; other times the same thing can turn me on one day and off the next.

This makes communcation difficult becuase the need/like/dislike can be rolled into the moment or the mind fuck that is being played out.

Makes me realise communication is easier to say than to do.

One way I have found is to copy paste postsof mine to Him if they are relavent,(something I am told to do);
or I suggest a thread for Him to read. Although I am never actually sure He reads them(Doms huh!! )

Heard a great line on the TV the other night. When Lilly Savage was talking about nipples she said " You can tune them all you like but the picture doesn't change"
Needless to say the next time He grabs a nipple I just know I will laugh

 

[catalina_francisco]

Another good bump?

 

[RoperTrace]

........

 

[Kajira Callista]

MissT

I do not preplan a scene...it flows through a natural progression of what I read in the eyes or the body language of a submissive.

I may have an idea which toys I will incorporate but do not script their use even in My own mind.

I would never consider breast play as a single game as I like to play several areas of the body to highten sensitivity through the roller coaster of desire that the sub wanting breast torture will ride.

Bending her over the footboard of My bed with the small spreader bar and cuffs attached to her wrists and bound to the head board. Breasts swaying seductively just above the silk sheet. Ankles in the larger spreader bar causing just the tiniest imbalance. Ass provocatively in the air and pussy exposed to My view and desires.

No blindfold for this scene...I want you to be able to see My eyes when you struggle to turn your head to Me, and keep your balance at the same time. Each time you move your nipples just graze the silk sheet enough to remind you of your fantasy.

I will run My hand softly yet firmly down the center of your spine and allow it to rest just above the small of your back as I ask you if you are sure you can endure for My pleasure with no thought for your own. The mind game is beginning that will allow you to give full responsibility to Me for the pleasure W/we both expect you to receive.

I leave your vision now but My voice never leaves you. Calm yet bridging on cruelty My words will taunt you with the reminder that you are fully under My control, no options but to obey and endure as I part your ass cheeks and run My thumb the full length of your exposure and through your moist womanhood to tease an already throbbing clit.

your first moan as you try to move back against My thumb is My hint to introduce one beautiful breast to My hand. A gentle hand, soft yet not doubtful caresses with a loving touch as I describe what touching your body does to Me. How beautiful this piece of property is that I will bruise for My amusement and to assauge the heat and need I have to inflict pain on such vulnerbility.

My words and soft touch will be what changes the pace of your breathing. your eyes will close as your desire for the pain fills all that you are. I have not yet touched a nipple but continue to explore the firm mound that holds the puckered toy of agony from My control.

I grasp your hair at the back of your neck and lift your head so that you must open your eyes and see the confident almost evil look in My eyes as I ask you one last time if this is really what you want. I know your answer will be yes but still I taunt you with the thought that you have chosen your own poison and I will be more than happy to spoon feed it to you.

I reach under your belly where I have placed the ostrich feather and slowly run it flat side against your belly just to make you quiver and take your mind unexpectdly from the breasts you were thinking I would be assaulting. I do not like you to be able to prethink Me so I will continually divert your mind away from your preset goal.

The feather will slowly circle the breast one at a time without touching a nipple. Yes I know it is the torture that you seek but I have heard that so often and found that pain thresholds can be huge in fantasy and minor in reality so I will hedge My bet and take you to a state of horny erotic need before I test your reality.

Once I feel the vibes in the room become thick enough to taste I drop all of My soft ways and begin to walk UP the scale of pleasure for both you and I.

My fingers grasp a nipple at the base and I pull it firmly yet almost gently away from your body until I hear that gentle moan that says OMG i need more. Twisting, still lightly, from one side to the next. Alternating between pulling and twisting, building in intensity as I slide My other hand beneath you to stroke your wet pussy. My voice massaging your emotions as I remind you what a slut girl I see in you. How much I love having the power to show you a mixture of heaven and hell.

Removing My fingers from your wetness I run them over your lips with the instruction not to lick them but to lose yourself in the aroma of your own need.

When I feel the slight relaxation of your body I pinch a swollen nipple hard enough to make you scream and try to pull away. My mocking laughter warns you that it will not happen unless you admit your tolerance is already met and you wish to safe word out. I remind you that there is no shame in using a safe word as I twist and pinch hard and fast not quite giving you time to catch your breath or speak. Then I wait..for you to catch your breath and reconsider your fate.

I have ice cubes in a bowl on the nightstand. I take two..one for each breast..and shock you with the coldness meant to lull you into thinking I am done. No big deal you are thinking. Until that icy coldness begins to become its own kind of unbearable pain. The ice melting to stain the satin sheets. you try to pull away but it is useless. you are feeling the strain in your back and thighs from this unnatural position. I place the unmelted ice back in the bowl and pour some melted wax from the melting pot on the table by the ice into the palm of My hand.

Because of your position I cannot pour wax on you but I can place My hand palm side up and full of wax, over your aching nipple. I do. The contract of the heat and the ice is undeniable as you lurch once again. But it is only a tease.

Allowing the wax to cool takes only a minute and I scrape it off with well manicured fingernails. Taking more time and care than is needed. When your mind is on the thought that I am doing a simple clean up I will twist and pinch until you scream. and scream. and scream.

It is an easy scene..and unfinished but you get the idea...

Oh my