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D/s session #2 - Improvements on her part! But I suck.
Non-fiction
So don’t expect this to be super exciting. It’s not. This should be pretty accurate. Although it’s been a few days, I wrote a rough draft the day following our second D/s session.
Please keep in mind that this session happened only 2 nights after the first D/s session so it predates all of the above discussion. It takes me a while to put these journal entries together.
I’ve given this a considerable amount of thought since our first session. On one hand, I think I went way too far on the first one. Even though if you are experienced at D/s, our first session must have seemed like a walk in the park. As Kim alluded, it was emotionally draining for both of us. It was challenging for me to command her in a way that she would find acceptable, yet also edgy enough that she would feel like she is being dominated. As I mentioned in the D/s session #1 post, she cried. I completely underestimated how emotionally draining it was for her.
Even before all of your wonderful advice, my Lit mentor (a full time Dom) whom I’ve been communicating with via PM suggested that I follow up with her which I did. But I did it in my own way. The next morning after our first D/s session, she was very happy, spunky, jovial and affectionate with me. Probably like you, most of the times we have sex it is a 10-50 minute quickie. Once in a while, perhaps once a week, it is an extended sex night that last a lot longer, often the entire night. We have to do this in the wee hours of the morning because we have teenage children. Our first D/s session was an extended sex night even though the entire D/s session lasted perhaps 30 mins. On these nights we usually start around 2:30AM trying to wait until all the teens are sleeping. We often do not finish until 6 or 6:30AM leaving little or no time for further sleep. To pull this off, we try to sleep that night by 9-9:30PM. The teens can take care of themselves
As I mentioned the next morning after our first D/s play, she was flirty and frisky, more than usual. She even teased that we could have sex again in a couple of days. Not only that, she actually woke up before any of us and made a really nice pancake family breakfast with spam (yum!), eggs, fried potatoes and what I call “leftover omelette”. She even made the eggs how we each liked them. Poor woman. We all like our eggs a bit different!
I woke up before our children. I do this often. Brushed my teeth. We kiss a lot so oral hygiene is important. I approached her from behind as she’s cooking, roughly grabbed her robe, she yelped not knowing I was there, unhanded her cooking implements, spun her around, she complained, I ignored, grabbed a handful of hair, roughly pulled her head back, planted a big kiss, and forced her to hug me by I burying her face between my shoulder and neck. Still grabbing a handful of hair, I held her head in that position as I tried to convey through touch and affection and without words that I love her dearly, she is valued and respected, and that I am sorry for what I did to her last night. I know from experience that this simple action would pay for itself later and it would. I released her hair, placed both of my hands on her cheeks, tilted her chin up towards mine and gave her another kiss while the scrambled eggs burned. She’s now pissed off at me, in a good way! Note to self: she’ll give me the burned eggs, so next time I should take them OFF the stove before doing this. If you haven’t guessed already, she is a woman who loves to feel forced. She has never told me that, I just know it. A lot of our sex play, even outside of BDSM and S/m is based on forced sex. She is also an old fashioned woman who also appreciates romance and chivalry. I’m happy to oblige on all fronts at every possible opportunity.
Given the above circumstances, I did not feel it was necessary to talk about our first D/s session. Besides, we really do not usually talk about sex. Still, I followed the counsel I was given from my mentor and followed up via SMS / text. I asked if she was OK from our first D/s session and if she’s willing to continue being trained as my slave wife. Of course she said yes. It was a loaded question. She knew that’s the answer I wanted.The answer came from her heart, not her mind. I don’t trust her response.
Fast forward to the start of our second D/s evening which, as it turns out, would also be fraught with mistakes especially on my part. She was brilliant!
Cosplay and scenario sex is something we’ve been engaging in relatively recently in our attempts to keep our sex lives fresh and exciting. Now this is definitely a first world problem. We’ve been having sex together for 20+ years. Before we met, we had very few other sexual partners. We’re always trying something new to keep our sex from becoming a chore that we schedule a couple of times a week. Or to keep our sex from becoming a set routine like the cycles of a laundry washing machine - fill water > tumble to wash > centrifuge > fill > tumble to rinse > centrifuge. Boring! I bought her a onesie with a button crotch with a collar attached to it a while ago but she hasn’t worn it prior to tonight. It looks like this:
Since this is a BDSM forum and not a sex forum, I won’t go into details about our regular sex play. I’ll just say that the onesie was a ton of fun! And involved a lot of deep kissing. There was a lot of laughter involved. I tried to unbutton her onesie at her crotch with my teeth but it’s new so the buttons were very tight so I couldn’t do it. She giggled, I laughed and gave up using my teeth. Then when I unbuttoned her crotch and opened what was supposed to be my prize - her kittykat, I saw that she wore panties. Well, the reason for the button crotch is you’re not supposed to wear panties! Much laughter ensued. Panties off, ate her out for a while. Kitty, labia, clit, inner thigh spanking is also within my legal authority as bestowed by my wife. I usually spank her kitty as part of orgasm denial. She hates being denied! In a good way!
I’m just including this because I thought it would be fun Plus, I would also like to read back on these posts and remember these experiences as well. She had a nice big O. With the onesie still on but the crotch unbuttoned and exposed, I decided to play with her breasts instead. Again, this is the first time she is wearing the onesie. It has those little short sleeves (cute!), a built in collar (cute!) and it was a bit small so it was tight (hot!). I should have bought a medium size. On top of that, of all things she decided to wear a bra under the onesie to make her B+ size breasts fill out the onesie a bit better. Well how the heck am I supposed to unbutton it while wearing a tight onesie? I can’t come in from the sides to play with her breasts because of the sleeves. I CAN come in from the top, but the collar holds up the front of the onesie and it’s tight. I tried to roll up the onesie from the bottom since the crotch is unbuttoned but no success there either. We laughed until we cried, it was so funny! Good times!
Time to start D/s play session #2.
At this time, she isn’t wearing a collar except for the one attached to her onesie. That doesn’t count.
Please keep in mind that this second session predates all of the above comments. Regardless, I am still under the direct mentorship of another Lit user who has been coaching my actions and decisions. He is an experienced Dom who is in a committed, long term, full time D/s relationship. However his advice is often too extreme for beginners. Still, I’d like to publicly acknowledge his efforts to assist us!
Before I collared her that night, I felt I needed to clean her up a bit after our previous sex play. Once again I placed a pillow for her knees on the floor parallel to the bed about 20” away from the center. I re-buttoned the crotch of her onesie - no panties, and tidied her onesie sleeves and collar. I put one of my hands on her cheek and chin, lifted her head slightly and tidied her hair by running my fingers through it and gathering it. I asked her to kneel on the pillow. In an attempt to give her an appropriate amount of after-care, I pushed her hair away from her ear and kissed her gently on the forehead. I unlatched the onesie collar and proceeded to collar her with a new one I just received in the mail:
I want to clarify that my wife doesn't look like that! Just the button-crotch onesie looks like that!
Looking back, at this point, it would have been a great idea to explain or remind her what the collar symbolized. I like this collar because of the metal rings. They’re going to clink when she moves and I can attach her leash to it without using her “dog” collar. Before you freak out, I should mention that pet-girl play is already part of our regular sex play outside of D/s. She’ll wear a (different) collar, leash, she will walk, heel, beg, fetch. When we’re engaging in pet-girl play, I’m issuing commands but not necessarily within the realm of D/s guidelines. Does that make sense? In fact, pet-girl play is where I got the idea that perhaps we could try D/s play as an evolutionary step to pet-girl training. I feel that pet training is somewhat similar to D/s play, so the move from pet play to D/s wasn’t a big step. Well, I was completely wrong! D/s play is much more complicated. To reflect on D/s play and pet-girl play, training her like a dog is a lot easier than D/s play. She’s a good doggie but a terrible slave. I’m a good dog trainer, but I’m absolutely terrible dominant (not going to insult Doms by calling myself one). As a leashed doggie, she isn’t required to sit motionless.
My wife is really not able to sit still and refrain from talking. As I was latching her collar, she said it was too tight (fair enough). She twisted her head and placed a finger between her neck and the collar and said “there, this tight.” I let it go, after all, she wasn’t wearing her collar yet. Reflecting on this now, she needs to try a lot harder to please me. However, being a complete novice, it is very difficult for me to gauge and adjust the intensity even though I know her so well from 20 years of marriage. Upon reflection, the fact that she is terrible at this is very arousing and entertaining. It is simply a lot of fun as vanilla as this is!
Now she is wearing the collar.
I reminded her of the two rules [1] She is to obey me [2] She is not to speak unless she asks first. I put her in slave position #1 - Good Girl
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Once again, physical guidance was required to put her in this position to my satisfaction. Her knees were on the floor, toes pointed in, sitting on her heels, head bowed, hands clasped on her lap. Once again, I needed to correct and improve the arch on her back and I wanted her chin to be pointed a bit more in a submissive downward position. I commanded her to hold this position, this time for over 2 minutes, probably closer to 4 or 5 minutes. Once again, she was quite fidgety but at least she didn’t talk. I imagine it would be hard to hold any position, even a comfortable one, for an extended period of time. The caveat is that I don’t think 5 minutes can be categorized as an extended period, especially for a woman who is fairly fit but just can’t sit still. But I was very pleased that she didn’t speak.
This was such a beautiful submissive position. I was sitting above her on the bed where I should be. The single candle light was flickering on one side of her face casting a dancing shadow on the other side. This was incredibly erotic. Absolutely beautiful! I didn’t even plan this but I ran my middle finger slowly, gently through her hair, around her ear, the left one I think, very slowly, across her jawline, around her chin. Again, I didn’t specifically plan this but placed the tip of my middle finger on her lower lip and pulled it down.
She reacted and adjusted. I was hoping she wouldn’t. I removed my finger from her lip and gently placed both of my hands on her shoulder and gently pushed her down. My intention was to calm her body. She adjusted her knees, no doubt because she was tired since she has been holding this position for a while. I didn’t know what to do. So I asked her to move to position #2 - ready. Knees apart, sitting on her heels, hands clasped behind her back pushing out her beautiful breasts. Once again, I had to correct the curvature of her back. Once again I placed my fingers of one hand under her chin, my other hand pressing her lower back forward to increase the arch. But at least she didn’t speak. That is a big improvement on it’s own. As underwhelming at that sounds, this is a huge improvement from last session. She is such a good girl! I can see that she is really trying to play this D/s game and please me.
This time, I was determined to give her more after-care even though as the evening proceeds, I would once again fail miserably at this rather simple task. Even without your wise counsel (remember this second session occurred before any of the above responses), I knew that she needed more after-care. I know this from our previous BDSM / bondage, pet-play prior to the start of our D/s play. I placed both of my hands on each cheek, stood up and kissed her on the forehead.
She was in a kneeling position and I was now standing up. My erect member was close to her mouth. I didn’t realize that at the time. With my hands still on her cheeks, she lifted her butt off her knees and reached her head towards my member which surprised me. She was doing so well until now. Determined not to make the same detrimental mistake as our first session, I simply clamped my hands rather firmly on her shoulders to push her bottom back down on her heels. She gave a little “ugh” sound. The metal rings on her new collar clinked. Both of which were intensely arousing! I kept my hands on her shoulder, gently pushing her down to keep her position on her knees. I wanted to calm her body.
Again, I didn’t specifically plan what I’m about to do. It is something spontaneous I did in the heat of the moment. While in a standing position and using my hands to keep her seated at my knees where she and all submissive women belong, I moved my member close to her mouth to tempt her but didn’t allow her to take it as I kept holding her shoulders down. I rattled the metal rings on her collar with my fingers so she can hear them clink. But this time, I didn’t tug on them. I hope to remind her she is wearing a training collar. I have a feeling she forgets every now and then.
At this point, I should mention that like many women, she loves providing oral services. She is very good at it and provides it willingly and vigorously. I wasn’t thinking of this in the heat of the moment, but now as I reflect on our second D/s session, it must have been mentally torturous to deny her of this pleasure while making her hold a slave position #2.
I should also mention that this position, on her knees, hands behind her back, sitting on her heels and myself standing above her is my absolute favorite position for receiving her oral services. She must have thought that this is where I was going and predicted my next move. That was not my intention. I didn’t really intend to stand up and kiss her forehead. I didn’t know my member would pass so close to her mouth when I stood up. I forgot that this is her usual position to provide oral services to me. I greatly enjoyed denying her that opportunity. Teasing her was fun! I can feel her holding herself back. The unpredictability of the impromptu actions and the result of those actions was intensely arousing and sensual!
I must have stood up and held her in that position with my hands on her shoulders for at least a few minutes with my member so close to her mouth. As I write this, I realize that nothing I’m doing that night was planned. I had a plan prior to the start of the evening but it’s all thrown out the window now. Having no experience with dominance, I was just making it up as I go.
I should have provided some more after-care at this point, well I didn’t. This is a mistake I would just keep on making. As I write this, I’m thinking that I’m going to pay for it dearly. I sat down again on the bed while she was holding slave position #2. Since the beginning of our dominance and submission journey, this has been my favorite position. I’m sitting above her on the bed where I belong. She is below me in a kneeling slave position, hands behind her back where she belongs. Waiting, eager, trying her best to obey, but failing. It is incredibly sensual to watch her try, but fail. Although I have no idea what it would be like to have a slave obey perfectly, I’m still going to argue it’s a whole lot more fun to watch a slave genuinely try, but falter. After all, this is all just for fun. I simply cannot find the words to describe how arousing it is to dominate the woman you love, the mother of your children, your soulmate in this way. Just sitting there on the bed, watching her submit sent blasts of electric shocks through my body. I can feel a tingly feeling in my finger tips, back of my neck, my member. It was ironic to have those feelings since to this point, I have not touched any of her lady parts. All these intense feelings and there was absolutely no sex involved! Incredible!
I corrected her back curvature once again. I held her chin up, pressed my hand against her back to arch it more, I commanded her to open her mouth more. She swallowed, I told her not to. Perhaps I shouldn’t have. I should have told her to keep her mouth open, even if she drools. That would have been fun! I let it go. I resumed where I left off. With my hand open, I placed my middle finger on the lower lip of her open mouth and pulled her lip down exposing her beautiful teeth. Again, not really planning any of this, I explored her mouth a bit with my finger. She held this position well and kept very silent. Good girl. I was very impressed. I slowly moved my finger down her chin, neck and placed my middle two fingers gently in her cleavage. She is still wearing the onesie with the button crotch and I forgot to take her bra off. Actually, I couldn't take the bra off without taking off the onesie. But the problem with taking off the onesie is that it’s pretty tight. First world problem? I massaged the area between her breasts at her cleavage. She breathed heavily and adjusted. I’m sure she felt kind of ticklish. But at least she didn’t speak. Seriously, this is a woman who cut short her own maternity leave so she can return to work so she can have someone else to talk to! So her silence, as underwhelming as it seems, is actually quite amazing. Still, she has a lot to learn on how to obey me. At least this time, I didn’t react or get angry. THAT I did on purpose.
I’m not sure how long I had my fingers in her cleavage. In hindsight, this would have been the perfect opportunity to grab her hair (relax! I pull her hair a lot and have been for many years), pull her head back forcibly and plant her a passionate kiss as a reward. She would have loved that! But of course, I didn’t think of it at the time. I kept massaging her breasts with two fingers. I could feel her body gently squirm preparing for what she is anticipating, wishing. But it won’t happen. So erotic! I actually have no idea how long we did this for. The act of sitting above her as her dominant husband, her submissive position on her knees, again there was hardly any sex involved but it was just so sensual beyong words!
I’m really not sure where I’m getting these ideas. I didn’t see this in a video or read about it. I took my other hand, put the tip of my index finger partly in her mouth and commanded her to suck on it. She did. I put the same finger on her lips just above my fingernail and asked her to suck and lick it. She did. I told her to kiss and lick the palm of my hand, then the back of my hand. She did. I kept massaging her cleavage. Time was lost, I have no idea how long it has been. 20 years of having sex with the same woman, I would have to say that this is the absolute most erotic moment of my life. I simply cannot find the English words to describe how sensual it was! And there was no real sex involved. Amazing!
I had enough.
I stood up. My member approached her mouth. She unclasped her hand from behind her back in anticipation of what she thought was going to happen next. I gently put her hands behind her back again and commanded her to behave herself. This would have been another great opportunity to provide some care via a kiss. Dammit what is wrong with me? Or at least some verbal reinforcement. Why do I keep forgetting? I pulled my fully erect member to the side and commanded her to lick and suck the base of it where it met my pelvis. She did. Again I lost track of how long she performed this service for me. But I was rather impressed that she didn’t try to help herself with the rest of my member.
I told her we’re done. We can remove the collar and have sex now. Again this would have been a great place to provide some aftercare or at least verbal reinforcement. Seriously what is wrong with me that I can’t provide more slave care? Do I not love her enough? What the hell is wrong with me?
She said “That’s it?” I purposely didn’t allow her to take my member. I believe this is the first time I denied this to her. She was denied that pleasure on purpose. To reflect on this, not only did I deny her orally taking my member, I made her wait, teased her, then made her wait again and now I’m going to completely deny her? Really? What is wrong with me that I can’t figure out that is beyond unfair. Honestly, it’s just cruel. I’m so disappointed in myself. Especially considering the massive effort my lovely slave wife is putting into this second session. Being the dumbass that I am, I said “Yes, thats it, you haven’t been a good enough girl”. What a bunch of crap! I am a complete embarrassment to the D/s community. I’m so far from being a real Dom it isn’t funny. I shouldn’t do this anymore. Those words should not have left my mouth. Once again, I’m on the borderline of going too far. I couldn’t change my mind. How would that sound? “Oh wait hun, change my mind, here you go.”
Again not planned, I told her that if she wants to suck my member, then I’ll teach her one additional slave position, give her a spanking, I’ll call it even and she can suck me. She agreed. I’m so embarrassed to even write this. What a bunch of crap. I’m sure you experienced D/s’s are just keeling over with laughter right now. I should be banned from Literotica!
I kept the collar on her. I taught her what I consider the next easiest slave position, #6 - Pod - knees apart on the floor, face on the floor, arms on the floor beside her head. She moved to this position eagerly, I’m guessing because she wants the prize. Or perhaps she knows this is almost over and wants it to end. As she bent over, the onesie pulled itself tight almost to a wedgie. Ducking down, watching her camel toe appear as she bent over was just one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen! I unbuttoned her crotch exposing the rest of her ass and pussy and proceeded to spank her with my bare hand as I kept my other hand around the back of her neck. Unfortunately, her ass doesn’t redden much anymore. I’m guessing that ass is accustomed to all of that spank-play over the years. I don’t want to spank her too hard of course. Poor girl. Or lucky girl?
I put her back in slave position #2. At this time, I had completely lost track of time. At the risk of making another big mistake, I allowed here to fully take my member. But I only gave her 60 seconds to suck me. Again, completely unfair and a bad idea. What was I thinking? I pulled back. She pulled forward. I lowered myself. If there is one saving grace, at least I had the clarity of mind that she needs a huge hug and a big kiss for making a such a big effort and completing this second D/s session. My Lit mentor suggested that she was to have that she will have sex with me not as my wife, but as my slave while wearing a collar. I didn’t think it was time to do that. I removed her collar and proceed to have sex as we normally would.
So far, our amateur venture into the world of dominance and submission has little success and a lot of mistakes, especially on my part as the dominant. I’m starting to understand how difficult this is for my poor wife who loves me so much she is willing to put up with this D/s play for me. I can see now that I’ve set her up for failure. To ask a woman who can’t stop fidgeting or talking to assume a slave position in complete silence is unrealistic, perhaps cruel. But of course, this is nothing more than sexy fun. Watching her try to obey but falter was simply arousing beyond words. Perhaps it is actually the mistakes that made the first two D/s nights so exciting! And so concludes our second D/s session. No crying this time.
Non-fiction
So don’t expect this to be super exciting. It’s not. This should be pretty accurate. Although it’s been a few days, I wrote a rough draft the day following our second D/s session.
Please keep in mind that this session happened only 2 nights after the first D/s session so it predates all of the above discussion. It takes me a while to put these journal entries together.
I’ve given this a considerable amount of thought since our first session. On one hand, I think I went way too far on the first one. Even though if you are experienced at D/s, our first session must have seemed like a walk in the park. As Kim alluded, it was emotionally draining for both of us. It was challenging for me to command her in a way that she would find acceptable, yet also edgy enough that she would feel like she is being dominated. As I mentioned in the D/s session #1 post, she cried. I completely underestimated how emotionally draining it was for her.
Even before all of your wonderful advice, my Lit mentor (a full time Dom) whom I’ve been communicating with via PM suggested that I follow up with her which I did. But I did it in my own way. The next morning after our first D/s session, she was very happy, spunky, jovial and affectionate with me. Probably like you, most of the times we have sex it is a 10-50 minute quickie. Once in a while, perhaps once a week, it is an extended sex night that last a lot longer, often the entire night. We have to do this in the wee hours of the morning because we have teenage children. Our first D/s session was an extended sex night even though the entire D/s session lasted perhaps 30 mins. On these nights we usually start around 2:30AM trying to wait until all the teens are sleeping. We often do not finish until 6 or 6:30AM leaving little or no time for further sleep. To pull this off, we try to sleep that night by 9-9:30PM. The teens can take care of themselves
As I mentioned the next morning after our first D/s play, she was flirty and frisky, more than usual. She even teased that we could have sex again in a couple of days. Not only that, she actually woke up before any of us and made a really nice pancake family breakfast with spam (yum!), eggs, fried potatoes and what I call “leftover omelette”. She even made the eggs how we each liked them. Poor woman. We all like our eggs a bit different!
I woke up before our children. I do this often. Brushed my teeth. We kiss a lot so oral hygiene is important. I approached her from behind as she’s cooking, roughly grabbed her robe, she yelped not knowing I was there, unhanded her cooking implements, spun her around, she complained, I ignored, grabbed a handful of hair, roughly pulled her head back, planted a big kiss, and forced her to hug me by I burying her face between my shoulder and neck. Still grabbing a handful of hair, I held her head in that position as I tried to convey through touch and affection and without words that I love her dearly, she is valued and respected, and that I am sorry for what I did to her last night. I know from experience that this simple action would pay for itself later and it would. I released her hair, placed both of my hands on her cheeks, tilted her chin up towards mine and gave her another kiss while the scrambled eggs burned. She’s now pissed off at me, in a good way! Note to self: she’ll give me the burned eggs, so next time I should take them OFF the stove before doing this. If you haven’t guessed already, she is a woman who loves to feel forced. She has never told me that, I just know it. A lot of our sex play, even outside of BDSM and S/m is based on forced sex. She is also an old fashioned woman who also appreciates romance and chivalry. I’m happy to oblige on all fronts at every possible opportunity.
Given the above circumstances, I did not feel it was necessary to talk about our first D/s session. Besides, we really do not usually talk about sex. Still, I followed the counsel I was given from my mentor and followed up via SMS / text. I asked if she was OK from our first D/s session and if she’s willing to continue being trained as my slave wife. Of course she said yes. It was a loaded question. She knew that’s the answer I wanted.The answer came from her heart, not her mind. I don’t trust her response.
Fast forward to the start of our second D/s evening which, as it turns out, would also be fraught with mistakes especially on my part. She was brilliant!
Cosplay and scenario sex is something we’ve been engaging in relatively recently in our attempts to keep our sex lives fresh and exciting. Now this is definitely a first world problem. We’ve been having sex together for 20+ years. Before we met, we had very few other sexual partners. We’re always trying something new to keep our sex from becoming a chore that we schedule a couple of times a week. Or to keep our sex from becoming a set routine like the cycles of a laundry washing machine - fill water > tumble to wash > centrifuge > fill > tumble to rinse > centrifuge. Boring! I bought her a onesie with a button crotch with a collar attached to it a while ago but she hasn’t worn it prior to tonight. It looks like this:
Since this is a BDSM forum and not a sex forum, I won’t go into details about our regular sex play. I’ll just say that the onesie was a ton of fun! And involved a lot of deep kissing. There was a lot of laughter involved. I tried to unbutton her onesie at her crotch with my teeth but it’s new so the buttons were very tight so I couldn’t do it. She giggled, I laughed and gave up using my teeth. Then when I unbuttoned her crotch and opened what was supposed to be my prize - her kittykat, I saw that she wore panties. Well, the reason for the button crotch is you’re not supposed to wear panties! Much laughter ensued. Panties off, ate her out for a while. Kitty, labia, clit, inner thigh spanking is also within my legal authority as bestowed by my wife. I usually spank her kitty as part of orgasm denial. She hates being denied! In a good way!
I’m just including this because I thought it would be fun Plus, I would also like to read back on these posts and remember these experiences as well. She had a nice big O. With the onesie still on but the crotch unbuttoned and exposed, I decided to play with her breasts instead. Again, this is the first time she is wearing the onesie. It has those little short sleeves (cute!), a built in collar (cute!) and it was a bit small so it was tight (hot!). I should have bought a medium size. On top of that, of all things she decided to wear a bra under the onesie to make her B+ size breasts fill out the onesie a bit better. Well how the heck am I supposed to unbutton it while wearing a tight onesie? I can’t come in from the sides to play with her breasts because of the sleeves. I CAN come in from the top, but the collar holds up the front of the onesie and it’s tight. I tried to roll up the onesie from the bottom since the crotch is unbuttoned but no success there either. We laughed until we cried, it was so funny! Good times!
Time to start D/s play session #2.
At this time, she isn’t wearing a collar except for the one attached to her onesie. That doesn’t count.
Please keep in mind that this second session predates all of the above comments. Regardless, I am still under the direct mentorship of another Lit user who has been coaching my actions and decisions. He is an experienced Dom who is in a committed, long term, full time D/s relationship. However his advice is often too extreme for beginners. Still, I’d like to publicly acknowledge his efforts to assist us!
Before I collared her that night, I felt I needed to clean her up a bit after our previous sex play. Once again I placed a pillow for her knees on the floor parallel to the bed about 20” away from the center. I re-buttoned the crotch of her onesie - no panties, and tidied her onesie sleeves and collar. I put one of my hands on her cheek and chin, lifted her head slightly and tidied her hair by running my fingers through it and gathering it. I asked her to kneel on the pillow. In an attempt to give her an appropriate amount of after-care, I pushed her hair away from her ear and kissed her gently on the forehead. I unlatched the onesie collar and proceeded to collar her with a new one I just received in the mail:
I want to clarify that my wife doesn't look like that! Just the button-crotch onesie looks like that!
Looking back, at this point, it would have been a great idea to explain or remind her what the collar symbolized. I like this collar because of the metal rings. They’re going to clink when she moves and I can attach her leash to it without using her “dog” collar. Before you freak out, I should mention that pet-girl play is already part of our regular sex play outside of D/s. She’ll wear a (different) collar, leash, she will walk, heel, beg, fetch. When we’re engaging in pet-girl play, I’m issuing commands but not necessarily within the realm of D/s guidelines. Does that make sense? In fact, pet-girl play is where I got the idea that perhaps we could try D/s play as an evolutionary step to pet-girl training. I feel that pet training is somewhat similar to D/s play, so the move from pet play to D/s wasn’t a big step. Well, I was completely wrong! D/s play is much more complicated. To reflect on D/s play and pet-girl play, training her like a dog is a lot easier than D/s play. She’s a good doggie but a terrible slave. I’m a good dog trainer, but I’m absolutely terrible dominant (not going to insult Doms by calling myself one). As a leashed doggie, she isn’t required to sit motionless.
My wife is really not able to sit still and refrain from talking. As I was latching her collar, she said it was too tight (fair enough). She twisted her head and placed a finger between her neck and the collar and said “there, this tight.” I let it go, after all, she wasn’t wearing her collar yet. Reflecting on this now, she needs to try a lot harder to please me. However, being a complete novice, it is very difficult for me to gauge and adjust the intensity even though I know her so well from 20 years of marriage. Upon reflection, the fact that she is terrible at this is very arousing and entertaining. It is simply a lot of fun as vanilla as this is!
Now she is wearing the collar.
I reminded her of the two rules [1] She is to obey me [2] She is not to speak unless she asks first. I put her in slave position #1 - Good Girl
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Once again, physical guidance was required to put her in this position to my satisfaction. Her knees were on the floor, toes pointed in, sitting on her heels, head bowed, hands clasped on her lap. Once again, I needed to correct and improve the arch on her back and I wanted her chin to be pointed a bit more in a submissive downward position. I commanded her to hold this position, this time for over 2 minutes, probably closer to 4 or 5 minutes. Once again, she was quite fidgety but at least she didn’t talk. I imagine it would be hard to hold any position, even a comfortable one, for an extended period of time. The caveat is that I don’t think 5 minutes can be categorized as an extended period, especially for a woman who is fairly fit but just can’t sit still. But I was very pleased that she didn’t speak.
This was such a beautiful submissive position. I was sitting above her on the bed where I should be. The single candle light was flickering on one side of her face casting a dancing shadow on the other side. This was incredibly erotic. Absolutely beautiful! I didn’t even plan this but I ran my middle finger slowly, gently through her hair, around her ear, the left one I think, very slowly, across her jawline, around her chin. Again, I didn’t specifically plan this but placed the tip of my middle finger on her lower lip and pulled it down.
She reacted and adjusted. I was hoping she wouldn’t. I removed my finger from her lip and gently placed both of my hands on her shoulder and gently pushed her down. My intention was to calm her body. She adjusted her knees, no doubt because she was tired since she has been holding this position for a while. I didn’t know what to do. So I asked her to move to position #2 - ready. Knees apart, sitting on her heels, hands clasped behind her back pushing out her beautiful breasts. Once again, I had to correct the curvature of her back. Once again I placed my fingers of one hand under her chin, my other hand pressing her lower back forward to increase the arch. But at least she didn’t speak. That is a big improvement on it’s own. As underwhelming at that sounds, this is a huge improvement from last session. She is such a good girl! I can see that she is really trying to play this D/s game and please me.
This time, I was determined to give her more after-care even though as the evening proceeds, I would once again fail miserably at this rather simple task. Even without your wise counsel (remember this second session occurred before any of the above responses), I knew that she needed more after-care. I know this from our previous BDSM / bondage, pet-play prior to the start of our D/s play. I placed both of my hands on each cheek, stood up and kissed her on the forehead.
She was in a kneeling position and I was now standing up. My erect member was close to her mouth. I didn’t realize that at the time. With my hands still on her cheeks, she lifted her butt off her knees and reached her head towards my member which surprised me. She was doing so well until now. Determined not to make the same detrimental mistake as our first session, I simply clamped my hands rather firmly on her shoulders to push her bottom back down on her heels. She gave a little “ugh” sound. The metal rings on her new collar clinked. Both of which were intensely arousing! I kept my hands on her shoulder, gently pushing her down to keep her position on her knees. I wanted to calm her body.
Again, I didn’t specifically plan what I’m about to do. It is something spontaneous I did in the heat of the moment. While in a standing position and using my hands to keep her seated at my knees where she and all submissive women belong, I moved my member close to her mouth to tempt her but didn’t allow her to take it as I kept holding her shoulders down. I rattled the metal rings on her collar with my fingers so she can hear them clink. But this time, I didn’t tug on them. I hope to remind her she is wearing a training collar. I have a feeling she forgets every now and then.
At this point, I should mention that like many women, she loves providing oral services. She is very good at it and provides it willingly and vigorously. I wasn’t thinking of this in the heat of the moment, but now as I reflect on our second D/s session, it must have been mentally torturous to deny her of this pleasure while making her hold a slave position #2.
I should also mention that this position, on her knees, hands behind her back, sitting on her heels and myself standing above her is my absolute favorite position for receiving her oral services. She must have thought that this is where I was going and predicted my next move. That was not my intention. I didn’t really intend to stand up and kiss her forehead. I didn’t know my member would pass so close to her mouth when I stood up. I forgot that this is her usual position to provide oral services to me. I greatly enjoyed denying her that opportunity. Teasing her was fun! I can feel her holding herself back. The unpredictability of the impromptu actions and the result of those actions was intensely arousing and sensual!
I must have stood up and held her in that position with my hands on her shoulders for at least a few minutes with my member so close to her mouth. As I write this, I realize that nothing I’m doing that night was planned. I had a plan prior to the start of the evening but it’s all thrown out the window now. Having no experience with dominance, I was just making it up as I go.
I should have provided some more after-care at this point, well I didn’t. This is a mistake I would just keep on making. As I write this, I’m thinking that I’m going to pay for it dearly. I sat down again on the bed while she was holding slave position #2. Since the beginning of our dominance and submission journey, this has been my favorite position. I’m sitting above her on the bed where I belong. She is below me in a kneeling slave position, hands behind her back where she belongs. Waiting, eager, trying her best to obey, but failing. It is incredibly sensual to watch her try, but fail. Although I have no idea what it would be like to have a slave obey perfectly, I’m still going to argue it’s a whole lot more fun to watch a slave genuinely try, but falter. After all, this is all just for fun. I simply cannot find the words to describe how arousing it is to dominate the woman you love, the mother of your children, your soulmate in this way. Just sitting there on the bed, watching her submit sent blasts of electric shocks through my body. I can feel a tingly feeling in my finger tips, back of my neck, my member. It was ironic to have those feelings since to this point, I have not touched any of her lady parts. All these intense feelings and there was absolutely no sex involved! Incredible!
I corrected her back curvature once again. I held her chin up, pressed my hand against her back to arch it more, I commanded her to open her mouth more. She swallowed, I told her not to. Perhaps I shouldn’t have. I should have told her to keep her mouth open, even if she drools. That would have been fun! I let it go. I resumed where I left off. With my hand open, I placed my middle finger on the lower lip of her open mouth and pulled her lip down exposing her beautiful teeth. Again, not really planning any of this, I explored her mouth a bit with my finger. She held this position well and kept very silent. Good girl. I was very impressed. I slowly moved my finger down her chin, neck and placed my middle two fingers gently in her cleavage. She is still wearing the onesie with the button crotch and I forgot to take her bra off. Actually, I couldn't take the bra off without taking off the onesie. But the problem with taking off the onesie is that it’s pretty tight. First world problem? I massaged the area between her breasts at her cleavage. She breathed heavily and adjusted. I’m sure she felt kind of ticklish. But at least she didn’t speak. Seriously, this is a woman who cut short her own maternity leave so she can return to work so she can have someone else to talk to! So her silence, as underwhelming as it seems, is actually quite amazing. Still, she has a lot to learn on how to obey me. At least this time, I didn’t react or get angry. THAT I did on purpose.
I’m not sure how long I had my fingers in her cleavage. In hindsight, this would have been the perfect opportunity to grab her hair (relax! I pull her hair a lot and have been for many years), pull her head back forcibly and plant her a passionate kiss as a reward. She would have loved that! But of course, I didn’t think of it at the time. I kept massaging her breasts with two fingers. I could feel her body gently squirm preparing for what she is anticipating, wishing. But it won’t happen. So erotic! I actually have no idea how long we did this for. The act of sitting above her as her dominant husband, her submissive position on her knees, again there was hardly any sex involved but it was just so sensual beyong words!
I’m really not sure where I’m getting these ideas. I didn’t see this in a video or read about it. I took my other hand, put the tip of my index finger partly in her mouth and commanded her to suck on it. She did. I put the same finger on her lips just above my fingernail and asked her to suck and lick it. She did. I told her to kiss and lick the palm of my hand, then the back of my hand. She did. I kept massaging her cleavage. Time was lost, I have no idea how long it has been. 20 years of having sex with the same woman, I would have to say that this is the absolute most erotic moment of my life. I simply cannot find the English words to describe how sensual it was! And there was no real sex involved. Amazing!
I had enough.
I stood up. My member approached her mouth. She unclasped her hand from behind her back in anticipation of what she thought was going to happen next. I gently put her hands behind her back again and commanded her to behave herself. This would have been another great opportunity to provide some care via a kiss. Dammit what is wrong with me? Or at least some verbal reinforcement. Why do I keep forgetting? I pulled my fully erect member to the side and commanded her to lick and suck the base of it where it met my pelvis. She did. Again I lost track of how long she performed this service for me. But I was rather impressed that she didn’t try to help herself with the rest of my member.
I told her we’re done. We can remove the collar and have sex now. Again this would have been a great place to provide some aftercare or at least verbal reinforcement. Seriously what is wrong with me that I can’t provide more slave care? Do I not love her enough? What the hell is wrong with me?
She said “That’s it?” I purposely didn’t allow her to take my member. I believe this is the first time I denied this to her. She was denied that pleasure on purpose. To reflect on this, not only did I deny her orally taking my member, I made her wait, teased her, then made her wait again and now I’m going to completely deny her? Really? What is wrong with me that I can’t figure out that is beyond unfair. Honestly, it’s just cruel. I’m so disappointed in myself. Especially considering the massive effort my lovely slave wife is putting into this second session. Being the dumbass that I am, I said “Yes, thats it, you haven’t been a good enough girl”. What a bunch of crap! I am a complete embarrassment to the D/s community. I’m so far from being a real Dom it isn’t funny. I shouldn’t do this anymore. Those words should not have left my mouth. Once again, I’m on the borderline of going too far. I couldn’t change my mind. How would that sound? “Oh wait hun, change my mind, here you go.”
Again not planned, I told her that if she wants to suck my member, then I’ll teach her one additional slave position, give her a spanking, I’ll call it even and she can suck me. She agreed. I’m so embarrassed to even write this. What a bunch of crap. I’m sure you experienced D/s’s are just keeling over with laughter right now. I should be banned from Literotica!
I kept the collar on her. I taught her what I consider the next easiest slave position, #6 - Pod - knees apart on the floor, face on the floor, arms on the floor beside her head. She moved to this position eagerly, I’m guessing because she wants the prize. Or perhaps she knows this is almost over and wants it to end. As she bent over, the onesie pulled itself tight almost to a wedgie. Ducking down, watching her camel toe appear as she bent over was just one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen! I unbuttoned her crotch exposing the rest of her ass and pussy and proceeded to spank her with my bare hand as I kept my other hand around the back of her neck. Unfortunately, her ass doesn’t redden much anymore. I’m guessing that ass is accustomed to all of that spank-play over the years. I don’t want to spank her too hard of course. Poor girl. Or lucky girl?
I put her back in slave position #2. At this time, I had completely lost track of time. At the risk of making another big mistake, I allowed here to fully take my member. But I only gave her 60 seconds to suck me. Again, completely unfair and a bad idea. What was I thinking? I pulled back. She pulled forward. I lowered myself. If there is one saving grace, at least I had the clarity of mind that she needs a huge hug and a big kiss for making a such a big effort and completing this second D/s session. My Lit mentor suggested that she was to have that she will have sex with me not as my wife, but as my slave while wearing a collar. I didn’t think it was time to do that. I removed her collar and proceed to have sex as we normally would.
So far, our amateur venture into the world of dominance and submission has little success and a lot of mistakes, especially on my part as the dominant. I’m starting to understand how difficult this is for my poor wife who loves me so much she is willing to put up with this D/s play for me. I can see now that I’ve set her up for failure. To ask a woman who can’t stop fidgeting or talking to assume a slave position in complete silence is unrealistic, perhaps cruel. But of course, this is nothing more than sexy fun. Watching her try to obey but falter was simply arousing beyond words. Perhaps it is actually the mistakes that made the first two D/s nights so exciting! And so concludes our second D/s session. No crying this time.