Seven Seconds to Ecstasy

j and I have enjoyed a couple of lazy days at home. It has been nice to sleep in, spend lots of time talking, and just enjoy each other again. Simple things, like just holding each other and kissing, had been neglected for far too long. As j and I lay in bed the other day, I leaned over and began kissing him. I love the feeling of his mouth against mine, sucking on his bottom lip, tasting him and hearing his soft moans as we kiss.

After a few minutes of passionate kissing, I realized that it had been a while since he had last cum. I decided to tease him a bit. I told him he had thirty seconds to make himself cum, but that if he didn't climax in thirty seconds, he would not be allowed to cum at all. I thought that for sure he would not be able to cum in that short a time, and therefore would be teased and denied.

I began counting, and for the first few seconds he didn't respond. I think he was in shock a bit. A few seconds in he began stroking his cock furiously. He used both hands, the fingertips of both hands wrapped around the head of his cock. When I got to ten seconds, he had to slow down, virtually to a stop. I began to laugh as I realized why. After seven seconds of stroking he was on the verge of an orgasm! Here I was, thinking I would be challenging him by getting him to try to cum in thirty seconds and he could do it in seven!! Unreal!

I guess it could be his years of chronic masturbation. Maybe if you do something frequently enough, you get really, really good at it.

For the rest of the day, we giggled off and on about his 'seven second' record.

Follow Up to Christmas Sucks

In the past couple of days I have recovered a bit from the Christmas slight. Although I have done my best to forgive and forget, not having a present from j on Christmas morning has left a wound that will take time to heal. Still, having some time together has helped me to feel better.

I greatly appreciate the input from those who have responded. I believe that j simply did not feel that he could live up to some of the gifts he had gotten me in the past. Like most men, he failed to looked beyond the big money gifts to the big thought gifts (which I would have liked just as much, if not more anyway). One of my readers responded that since he was so limited in time, he did not have the time necessary to come up with a thoughtful gift. He actually did have quite a bit of time. Even though he worked all the way up until Christmas, his time at work was more of a supervisory role (and he just needed to be there). He had even told me that he felt that he did not have much to do while he was there.

We have talked quite a bit about things, and it seems we are both feeling better. I feel quite confident he will not make this mistake again in the future.

Again, I appreciate the support. Time to move on! Juicy, hot, fun post to follow!!

Christmas Sucks (and I don't mean cock)

It's 6:30 Christmas night and I'm stewing on the anger I have felt inside me all day. I kept it bottled up most of the day so I could enjoy time with my children. I am happy to report they had a wonderful day, and Santa brought them all kinds of great toys. I am, however, very upset that j did not get me ANYTHING for Christmas.

Money has been tight this year, due to the crappy economy, so I wasn't really expecting anything big. But I cannot begin to express how hurt I am that he didn't care enough to get me anything. I got him a $50 itunes gift card. I know, it's not exactly the most thoughtful gift, but he loves music and is always wanting to download more. I know many times he resists buying an album, and now he will be able to get what he wants, at least for a while.

At first, I wasn't even that upset that he didn't get me anything. But the more I thought about it, the more disappointed I became. Here is the man who supposedly adores and worships me, and yet he can't get to the store to get me anything? It really hurts, and makes me feel like I am disillusioned about a lot of things, including how he truly feels about me. I am starting to wonder if his submission to me is more about sex than it is about love, and that really hurts.

He was supposed to spend the entire week with me, but that hasn't happened. He worked last weekend, all week long, and will work again tomorrow. He is trying to keep his business afloat, and I appreciate that (really- I do), but where do I fit in? Is it no longer important to try and keep our marriage afloat?

Part of me wonders if I am making too much out of this, but I really don't think I am. We NEVER said that we weren't going to get each other anything, so that wasn't the issue. I don't know. The whole thing sucks. I would love to hear that opinions of any of my readers. Has this ever happened to you? Did you ever not get your wife/girlfriend something for Christmas?

Hope everyone is having a very Merry Christmas! Now putting my smiley face back on to enjoy the evening with my kids.

Female Masturbation

I came home from work today feeling exceptionally horny. I don't think there was any particular reason behind it, but I could not keep my mind off of sex. Despite having things to do, I decided to indulge in some masturbation. j was working late, and therefore was not around to service me.

Female masturbation is so different from male masturbation. Women luxuriate in masturbation, much like taking a bubble bath. It is not about how quickly a woman can climax, but rather about the experience as a whole. When I masturbate alone (as opposed to masturbating when I am being intimate with j), I take my time. I enjoy my breasts, rubbing them and holding them, lightly pinching my nipples. I rub my fingertips lightly over my body and love the tickling-exciting sensation it gives me. And when I do finally touch my pussy, it is slow and passionate. I rub my labia, I lightly touch my clit, I put my finger at the entrance of me and feel how wet I have become. When I do finally reach orgasm, I moan loudly. My moans are almost animalistic and I feel completely uninhibited.

Masturbation seems to be yet another area where women get it right and men do not. For men, at least the ones I have known, masturbation is fast, a means to an end. There is no foreplay, there is no enjoyment of the body- there is just rushed stroking. I am always amazed by how quickly j can achieve orgasm when I let him touch his cock. And so many men masturbate far too frequently. Multiple times in a day, even.

I guess a good analogy is this... male masturbation is like eating from the buffet at Shoney's, while female masturbation is like a five-course dinner at a fine restaurant.

CollarMe Gives Me a Headache

I am sure most you readers are familiar with CollarMe. I joined a few months ago, thinking it would be nice to get to know others in the lifestyle. And, of course, the idea of having another sub serve me has always been a turn-on. I expected that I would receive messages from a fair number of people. What I did not expect was some of the messages I have received.

It seems that a good portion of the submissive population there thinks that after a single message back and forth, a Domme is ready to tie them up and beat them. Most of them send one line emails, frequently with poor grammar or misspellings. I have received enough penis pictures to make me want to gag. Really? Seriously? I want a man to serve me and you think the best way to introduce yourself is by messaging me with a picture of your wang? Ugh!

I have received a few nice, thoughtful messages, and I appreciate them. I respond to them, even if they don't meet my needs, because I appreciate the time and care they put into writing me. But frankly, the CollarMe experience is pretty disappointing. I'm sure there are good subs on there, but I am not finding many!

Love Will Find A Way

It has been a while since I last posted, mainly because I haven't had a whole lot to write about, at least not pertaining to D/s. Things had been on hold while j and I both dealt with other issues, but I am pleased to say that it seems we are heading back in the right direction.

Yesterday was a rough day for me and on top of that, j and I were not communicating well at all. I was/am overwhelmed as I work on my Masters thesis, and everything was/is setting me off. Hopefully the worst will be behind me soon, but in the meantime I am a bitchy Domme! I messaged j yesterday, griping about my day. In typical male fashion, he wanted to fix the things that were causing me problems. While I appreciate that he desires to fix things, I really just wanted him to let me vent and try to understand. My irritation grew as I couldn't get him to understand what I needed.

Today has been much better. We were able to spend a good amount of time talking about what went wrong yesterday, and what I need from him. What he failed to see was that had I wanted him to fix things, I would have asked him to. I just wanted him to listen, care, comfort and assure me that this, too, will pass.

j unexpectedly spent the day at home (thanks to a heating unit that needed to be replaced). When I arrived home this evening, he was naked, completely shaved, wearing his collar, anklets, and one of his leather cock/ball contraptions. He looked sexy and delicious! Although our time was limited, we did engage in a bit of play and I even allowed him an orgasm. As always, of course, it was on my terms.

One of my favorite things to do with j is to play with and suck on his nipples. He used to hate this, finding it a bit painful. But through time and training he has come to enjoy and crave it. As I sucked, licked and tongued his nipples, his cock grew in size. I wrapped my thumb and index finger around his cock, just under the head. I stroked it a bit, and he kept pulling away from me, knowing he was on the verge of orgasm (and, as usual, not wanting to have one unless I okayed it). After several rounds of this I told him that he could cum- but I stopped moving my hand. His desire was so intense that he thrusted his entire body up and down on the bed in order to make his cock move against my hand. He really worked for that orgasm, and I enjoyed allowing him that release.

No marriage is easy, and while a D/s marriage (for us) is more fulfilling, it also requires more work and better communication. But we have been at this for five years, and have FAR more good times than bad ones.