Learning, learning yearning
Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 9:14 pm
This is not so much a story as a scenario that came to me during a brief correspondence with a woman who was herself just coming to terms with exploring her deeper interests.
Something she had mentioned in her profile made me respond with...
The idea of being spanked to the degree I read about, like that might require being tied down over something to be able to endure it, well that is not particularly appealing either.
BUT
The idea of pleasing the one I am in love with in ways that send her over the moon is. And the idea of a woman actually finding giving a spanking a major turn, who would reach almost orgasmic levels of arousal by wielding a strap or a cane, well that is an intense turn on for me. I mean, even if I may not be cut out for such levels of punishment in real life.
Likewise, the idea of a guy lying there in a chastity cage on Day Whatever, while She Who Must Be Obeyed is demanding oral sex yet again (something I can honestly say I am VERY good at) and her having an orgasm while he does not is not an idea that gets me hot and bothered or is a major turn on.
BUT
The idea of a woman not just liking teasing him or keeping him locked for days or weeks, while she cums, but rather of her being extremely aroused by such things is indeed appealing to me. And the idea of her not just having not just an orgasm, but that the concepts and reality tied up in those bottom welts, or that strap-on she uses at times, or that chastity cage she looks down upon as she is grinding away all causing her to have an orgasm that is so deep and intense that she herself cannot believe it was possible, to the point she the voice rising from her deepest caverns cannot even form the Oh MY GOD!!!! as she goes over the edge and through a climax of agonizing duration, well that is indeed a turn on.
Even if I am may not be cut out for such things over a long haul or genuine lifestyle immersion.
And that led me to a rather telling daydream...
One domme’s personal ad mentioned ANR. I had to look it up to learn it meant Adult Nursing Relationship.
I had seen the term but assumed it meant adult babies with baby powder and diapers etc. That is not of interest for me, AT ALL. But this same domme mentioned diapers and related things as a “hard limit” so that ANR sorts of things may not have to relate to adult babies or littles, and so one.
So that led me to the notion of a woman who had profound reactions to “suckling.”
And maybe the image of a woman sitting on a sofa as a boy is suckling her left breast, perhaps not unlike those boys who were breast fed to such an advanced age that it caused gossip among the neighbors, or would if it were not kept private, and maybe this “boy” is considerably older yet, and an older boy suckling not his mother but a “stepmother” other female authority figure in charge of his moral training and wellbeing, and maybe he is under strict orders not to stop suckling for a second and to control his reflexive squirms or gasps or accidental clamping down too hard on her throbbing, erect nipple as a hand at first icy but then warmer has made its way down his goose bumped belly and smooth hairless thighs and then back up over his smooth hairless scrotum now tight and leathery and up over and around that little penis that quickly grows to rigid stiffness, and how that agitates her as well, so at times she is stroking it even in rhythm to the increased intensity of the suckling, but at times she pinches or squeezes it with a sternness almost as if she is displeased or disapproves that is SO stiff like that, and even suddenly lets go and recoils with a tiny droplet appears or falls out in a gossamer string like a bit of spider’s web, and she waits a while, scolding him if the suckling slacks off, only to return to stroke and pinch and allow the sternness to rise in her and the tension to rise him so he must again exert effort to not squirm and to not clamp down or suck too hard, before she returns to an almost absentminded manipulation due to the waves of intensity she is undergoing from the suckling, and suddenly she gasps in shock, as she had become lost in her own intense reactions and lost track of his, so a hot jet of goo shot out and up across his body before she could pull her hand away, so that she sat for a moment in stunned silence and watched as it jugged and lugged out onto the smooth hairless curve of his lower belly, before her lightning fast reflexes sent her hands flying out to grab his wrists before his own hands could reach down to relieve the urgent need to increased stimulus.
“I’ll give him stimulus!” she thought with peevish resolve.
And so, she makes him clean it all up, before she sends him for the large, oval, ebony hairbrush, and they each shudder with their own very different anticipation of the deafening reports soon to be ringing off the walls as each WHAP! lands harder and louder and more intense than the one before it.
Unless she has a change of heart.
After all, this is her tenderhearted and remorseful special little manm, who with a guttural grunt of bestial lust just ejaculated steaming goo with such force that it sprayed up across his body, and spattered her naked chest and face with shocking force, running off her right breast, and flecking her cheek and eyebrow with a bit even striking her lips so that she could actually taste it!
So instead of sending him for the hairbrush, she orders him to fetch a switch, perhaps for the first time ever, or perhaps retrieved from the vase not three feet way, the one with a dry arrangement to hide from guests the switch set there and replaced often to insure maximum pliant whippy resilience, should it be called for, as it is at this very moment, when she reaches out to yank it from his hesitant hands before she pulls him down, locks him in place, his wrists bound behind his back by the brassiere that had been removed for the suckling, and now semen-stained, before she raises the thin, angry switch that she now brings down with a ferocious Ffffwhip, sssSSSWWWIP, TTHHHWWWIP!!! Until she wears it OUT across his little round smooth hairless bare tense taught tighter wincing worming jerking bucking squirming quivering convulsing bottom, and she has finally spent every last coiled nerve of disgusted outraged righteous punishing sternness, beyond the point his pleading had turned to yowls and his yowls to blubbering gasping sobs, and grips him all the harder until the last torrent of squirming slackens, when she pushes him away to the floor, where he reflexively wheels about and puts an end to his sobbing through the use of a most provocative pacifier, as he locks his mouth against her vulva and begins to suckle her again, only this time upon her clitoris with an even greater intensity than he had inflicted upon her nipple. And maybe then, after some moments of occasionally sliding the edge of her big toe over the inflamed and wincing scarlet ridges raised across his once smooth white bare bottom, she launch into waves of that orgasm so intense and shaking her so deeply she herself cannot believe it was possible, and she clutches his head as a primal voice rises from her deepest caverns that cannot even form the Oh MY GOD!!!! as she goes over and over and over and falling into the abyss of agonizing duration.
And I wonder if there is any woman on this or other sites who might relate to or wish to experience just such a quiet evening at home with her own special little man.
Something she had mentioned in her profile made me respond with...
The idea of being spanked to the degree I read about, like that might require being tied down over something to be able to endure it, well that is not particularly appealing either.
BUT
The idea of pleasing the one I am in love with in ways that send her over the moon is. And the idea of a woman actually finding giving a spanking a major turn, who would reach almost orgasmic levels of arousal by wielding a strap or a cane, well that is an intense turn on for me. I mean, even if I may not be cut out for such levels of punishment in real life.
Likewise, the idea of a guy lying there in a chastity cage on Day Whatever, while She Who Must Be Obeyed is demanding oral sex yet again (something I can honestly say I am VERY good at) and her having an orgasm while he does not is not an idea that gets me hot and bothered or is a major turn on.
BUT
The idea of a woman not just liking teasing him or keeping him locked for days or weeks, while she cums, but rather of her being extremely aroused by such things is indeed appealing to me. And the idea of her not just having not just an orgasm, but that the concepts and reality tied up in those bottom welts, or that strap-on she uses at times, or that chastity cage she looks down upon as she is grinding away all causing her to have an orgasm that is so deep and intense that she herself cannot believe it was possible, to the point she the voice rising from her deepest caverns cannot even form the Oh MY GOD!!!! as she goes over the edge and through a climax of agonizing duration, well that is indeed a turn on.
Even if I am may not be cut out for such things over a long haul or genuine lifestyle immersion.
And that led me to a rather telling daydream...
One domme’s personal ad mentioned ANR. I had to look it up to learn it meant Adult Nursing Relationship.
I had seen the term but assumed it meant adult babies with baby powder and diapers etc. That is not of interest for me, AT ALL. But this same domme mentioned diapers and related things as a “hard limit” so that ANR sorts of things may not have to relate to adult babies or littles, and so one.
So that led me to the notion of a woman who had profound reactions to “suckling.”
And maybe the image of a woman sitting on a sofa as a boy is suckling her left breast, perhaps not unlike those boys who were breast fed to such an advanced age that it caused gossip among the neighbors, or would if it were not kept private, and maybe this “boy” is considerably older yet, and an older boy suckling not his mother but a “stepmother” other female authority figure in charge of his moral training and wellbeing, and maybe he is under strict orders not to stop suckling for a second and to control his reflexive squirms or gasps or accidental clamping down too hard on her throbbing, erect nipple as a hand at first icy but then warmer has made its way down his goose bumped belly and smooth hairless thighs and then back up over his smooth hairless scrotum now tight and leathery and up over and around that little penis that quickly grows to rigid stiffness, and how that agitates her as well, so at times she is stroking it even in rhythm to the increased intensity of the suckling, but at times she pinches or squeezes it with a sternness almost as if she is displeased or disapproves that is SO stiff like that, and even suddenly lets go and recoils with a tiny droplet appears or falls out in a gossamer string like a bit of spider’s web, and she waits a while, scolding him if the suckling slacks off, only to return to stroke and pinch and allow the sternness to rise in her and the tension to rise him so he must again exert effort to not squirm and to not clamp down or suck too hard, before she returns to an almost absentminded manipulation due to the waves of intensity she is undergoing from the suckling, and suddenly she gasps in shock, as she had become lost in her own intense reactions and lost track of his, so a hot jet of goo shot out and up across his body before she could pull her hand away, so that she sat for a moment in stunned silence and watched as it jugged and lugged out onto the smooth hairless curve of his lower belly, before her lightning fast reflexes sent her hands flying out to grab his wrists before his own hands could reach down to relieve the urgent need to increased stimulus.
“I’ll give him stimulus!” she thought with peevish resolve.
And so, she makes him clean it all up, before she sends him for the large, oval, ebony hairbrush, and they each shudder with their own very different anticipation of the deafening reports soon to be ringing off the walls as each WHAP! lands harder and louder and more intense than the one before it.
Unless she has a change of heart.
After all, this is her tenderhearted and remorseful special little manm, who with a guttural grunt of bestial lust just ejaculated steaming goo with such force that it sprayed up across his body, and spattered her naked chest and face with shocking force, running off her right breast, and flecking her cheek and eyebrow with a bit even striking her lips so that she could actually taste it!
So instead of sending him for the hairbrush, she orders him to fetch a switch, perhaps for the first time ever, or perhaps retrieved from the vase not three feet way, the one with a dry arrangement to hide from guests the switch set there and replaced often to insure maximum pliant whippy resilience, should it be called for, as it is at this very moment, when she reaches out to yank it from his hesitant hands before she pulls him down, locks him in place, his wrists bound behind his back by the brassiere that had been removed for the suckling, and now semen-stained, before she raises the thin, angry switch that she now brings down with a ferocious Ffffwhip, sssSSSWWWIP, TTHHHWWWIP!!! Until she wears it OUT across his little round smooth hairless bare tense taught tighter wincing worming jerking bucking squirming quivering convulsing bottom, and she has finally spent every last coiled nerve of disgusted outraged righteous punishing sternness, beyond the point his pleading had turned to yowls and his yowls to blubbering gasping sobs, and grips him all the harder until the last torrent of squirming slackens, when she pushes him away to the floor, where he reflexively wheels about and puts an end to his sobbing through the use of a most provocative pacifier, as he locks his mouth against her vulva and begins to suckle her again, only this time upon her clitoris with an even greater intensity than he had inflicted upon her nipple. And maybe then, after some moments of occasionally sliding the edge of her big toe over the inflamed and wincing scarlet ridges raised across his once smooth white bare bottom, she launch into waves of that orgasm so intense and shaking her so deeply she herself cannot believe it was possible, and she clutches his head as a primal voice rises from her deepest caverns that cannot even form the Oh MY GOD!!!! as she goes over and over and over and falling into the abyss of agonizing duration.
And I wonder if there is any woman on this or other sites who might relate to or wish to experience just such a quiet evening at home with her own special little man.