Month: June 2016
A sub can always say no, but (given that this domme’s elbows would be in tighter and her forearms would look stronger if she did close-combat martial arts) I’m sure that this sub could easily overpower her. Yet he remains in her control either by conscious choice or, more deeply, because she’s got his mind right now. No threats, no ropes.
This is one of the things I love about D/s that male heterosexual dominants often miss completely. In my opinion, too many doms overuse the implication of their physical strength. Bad behavior is challenged with a “You’ll obey because we’ve agreed that I may punish you if you don’t, slut!” attitude (which can be hot, of course) without developing “softer” skills that entice, seduce, and encourage good behavior.
Or maybe this is my own arrogance showing and it’s just a matter of personal preference? I’m not sure. All I know is, most times, if I’m holding your chin and you struggle, I will loosen my grip, hold my open hand in the air even as you back away, and smile as if to say “Your struggle is a game and we both know it. Either you want to be here and suffer for me or you don’t. Choose.”
I know, for me, if you don’t have a strong hold on my mind, you have nothing. All the threats and displays of strength and “Remember I’m the one in charge” will never make me submit, truly. That’s why only one person has ever been able to do it.
Everyone always thought it took drugs, or magic, or hypnosis or subliminal messages to turn a woman into your personal sex slave. Jacob knew better. It took just two things; patience, and a good supply of massage oil.
They’d been dating for about a month when Jacob let it slip that he’d worked as a massage therapist. Unsurprisingly, Betsy jumped at the chance to get a free rubdown from her boyfriend. From there, it was just a matter of time before she was his.
He started slowly, working the oil into her skin, talking to her in a low, soothing voice about nothing in particular. He let her body lead the way, the constant touch stirring wave after wave of endorphins that lulled her into a state of relaxation and calm. It was a lazy Saturday, she wasn’t worried about the time. It was the perfect opportunity.
He gradually began to massage her erogenous zones, sending tingles of arousal through her body to intensify the dopamine high. Once he was convinced she was no longer thinking, only feeling, he began slowly rubbing her clit. She tried to hump his fingers, her body already primed for orgasm, but she was too relaxed to do more than gently squirm under his touch.
He kept going for hours like that, keeping her just on the edge of cumming, his slick fingers swirling over and over on her sensitive clit. Her voice became slurred with pleasure, then slowly melted into whimpers and moans as the heavy doses of natural drugs took their toll on her ability to think.
Only then, after time had lost all meaning for her and her thoughts had dissolved into a cotton-candy blur of mindless bliss, did Jacob begin explaining to her what he wanted her to become. She couldn’t respond with words; she was too deep for that now. But the way her moans intensified told him that she was turning into the good girl he wanted her to be.
That didn’t mean he stopped.
