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“When I had Caroline in a state of turmoil, I eased the dildo all the way inside her pussy and held it there. She made a low throaty moan of satisfaction, and she gently rolled her hips, like she was swaying from side to side. I held the base of the dildo with the palm of my hand between her spread legs so that the tips of my fingers were brushing against the sensitive nub of her clit. Caroline lowered her head and I saw she had her eyes closed, her lips parted. She was taking long deep breaths, as if the experience was something profoundly sensual that had spread from the center of her sex, out to every part of her aching body.
“I told her to say goodbye to the women gathered around the pool, and then I led her back inside our room.
“Caroline walked towards the bed. I took her arm and led her instead to a small two-seater sofa. I told her to lay back. She spread her legs wide and propped her head on the armrest. One long brown leg was draped across the back of the sofa so that her pussy was wide open for me. I knelt between her legs and drew my tongue slowly all the way up the lips of her pussy to the throbbing nub of her clit. Caroline hissed, and her hands reached for my head. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut and her mouth hung open. She was panting.
“I stopped suddenly. I didn’t need to say a word. The message was in my eyes. Caroline’s hands went to her side and bunched into fists. She clawed at the upholstery and dug her fingers into the cushions. I lowered my head slowly again. She felt my breath on her sex and she arched her back a little in anticipation. I made her wait for long torturous seconds – and then sucked her clit gently between my lips – and hummed.”
“Hummed?”
I nodded. “It’s like a dull vibrating sensation, especially if the man can generate the sound in the back of his throat and keep the sound a deep, low rumble,” I explained. “It’s a gentle way of stimulating a woman’s most erotic places without too much pressure. Some women are very sensitive. This works – not for every woman – but more often than not.”
Leticia flipped through several blank pages and made a separate note in the back of her book.
“How did Caroline react?”
“Humming against a woman’s clit is like a gradual stimulation,” I said. “It’s a bit like how a high-pitched sound shatters a glass. The vibrations build up gradually, until they radiate out beyond the woman’s clit, until her whole pussy starts to tingle. Caroline bit her lip and kept her eyes closed, concentrating. One of her hands reached for her breast and began to tease and pinch her nipple. I felt her slowly begin to grind her hips in tight circles and her breathing became hectic and agitated.
“I felt her clit hardening and seeming to grow between the soft press of my lips. I licked at the juices of her pussy, like a man dying from thirst.
“Caroline asked me if she could have an orgasm. I made her wait ten excruciating seconds, and then gave her my permission.
“Caroline went rigid, and her breath seized. There was a husky growl in her throat, and she clung to the edge of the sofa as if she might fall. She held her breath for long seconds. Her face twisted into a grimace of sweet torture – and then suddenly she exploded in a writhing tangle of arms and legs and groans of deep satisfaction.”
Leticia stopped mid-sentence and threw her pen down. She brushed hair from her face and stared at me in confusion and frustration.
“Jonah, I don’t understand this,” she said. “I don’t follow why you would go out of your way to give a submissive such as Caroline orgasms – I mean by making the effort to pleasure her. I thought BDSM was all about the man’s pleasure, and the woman received her satisfaction from submitting,” she said, and there was genuine passion in her voice as though this mattered and was important to her. “I thought it was more an emotional kind of satisfaction for the woman, not a physical thing like it is for the Master.”
I stopped pacing. I stood still. For a long moment I said nothing – I just stared into Leticia’s eyes, enjoying this new passionate side of her personality that I hadn’t witnessed before.
“Leticia, do you remember the definition I gave you for ‘do ut des’?” I asked kindly.
She nodded.
“It means ‘I give that you may give’. It might as well be the slogan for healthy BDSM relationships. The lifestyle is not about some man standing over a woman and using her body simply to take his pleasure. Yes, sometimes, in some circumstances, that happens. But in all of my BDSM experiences, it has been about reciprocal giving. I give pleasure, so that she will give back to me. No relationship can last if it is one-sided. There are women who receive a great deal of emotional satisfaction from giving pleasure, and they are less interested in their own sexual needs, but the key here is the word ‘give’ – not ‘take’. Sometimes a random BDSM scene might be just about the Master, but in any kind of an ongoing BDSM relationship, it is important that both the Master and the submissive are truly satisfied. Otherwise, it’s not a relationship worth being in, is it?”
“No,” Leticia agreed.
“Caroline was a highly sexual, erotic woman. Her satisfaction came in physical forms, not emotional. But there is more to it than that, Leticia,” I explained. “For Masters like me, orgasm denial is an important punishment technique in the training process.”
Leticia picked up her pen. “Should I write this down?”
I nodded. “If you want to fully understand, yes.”
I prowled to the edges of the kitchen, moving in and out of the shadows as I began to pace again. “I don’t believe in inflicting pain – especially on a woman. To me, pain is unworthy of a Master, and totally unnecessary. I know there are some submissives that are aroused by pain, but they’re not the ones I have ever chosen to take on. For me, it is crucial that the submissive knows the rules and knows the consequences for disobedience. My preferred method of punishment is to deny her orgasms. Depending on the severity of the infraction, I might deny her for a day, a week… sometimes maybe longer. But the whole punishment system depends on one thing…” I left the sentence unfinished, the answer hanging in the air.
“She must have orgasms,” Leticia said with slow realization.
I winked at her and smiled. “Precisely. If the submissive doesn’t know how intense and overwhelming I can make her orgasms, then she doesn’t appreciate what she stands to lose from disobeying me. If I give her orgasms, she fully appreciates what she might miss out on if she crosses the established lines. I find it works better than a riding crop, better than any other punishment.”
Leticia nodded. “It makes good sense.”
“S
o bringing Caroline to orgasm with my mouth on that sofa was more than about just pleasing her. It served many purposes.”
“What happened after Caroline orgasmed?”
“She was like a rag doll,” I said. “Her orgasm left her drained and satiated. I unbuckled my belt and went to where she lay. Her head was turned to the side, propped on the armrest of the sofa. My cock was hard. Caroline had her eyes closed, and her chest was still heaving as she caught her breath. I rubbed the hardness of my cock across her lips, and her mouth fell open obediently to me. I watched the swell of her breasts as she breathed, and held her mouth open for me to use.
“I was in no hurry. I enjoyed the feel of myself brushing across her wet tongue, and sliding deeper down her throat. Her eyes fluttered open and she stared up at me, her expression passive and willing. I covered her eyes with my hand, so that her focus became only the feel of my hardness between her lips.”
“You covered her eyes with your hand?”
“Yes. Guys are all visual. Women are much more sensory. Their arousal comes from so many different stimuli. I wanted Caroline to concentrate on the hardness of my cock, and on the soft wet sounds as she sucked me – and the sounds of my breathing as I became more aroused.”
“Why was that important?”
“Because I wanted Caroline to focus on me, and become aware of how I felt and the way I responded. I didn’t want her to read my expression, I wanted her to read and understand my body, so that she would begin to know and recognize the signs, even in the darkness.
“I clenched my muscles and my cock leapt and pulsed and thickened within her mouth. Caroline made a soft sound of delight. I did it again, and her sound became one of hunger.
“I slid myself from between her lips and reached for Caroline’s arm. She seemed to sense instinctively what I needed. She fell to her knees on the floor and bent herself over the sofa, parting her legs wide for me and resting her face on the cushion. She looked over her shoulder to me and her eyes were smoky.
