One of the great joys I experience as a Dom is the ability to control the tempo and intensity with which my submissive’s imagination travels and at what point her anticipation overwhelms her, sending her spiraling into a mental and emotional orgasm long before the physical ones ever manifests themselves.
Mental foreplay long precedes the physical as our respective roles are established and positions cemented. This may involve low soft talk and the subtle giving of direction in both sexual and non-sexual contexts. One of my favorite methods is to quietly ask provoking and embarrassing questions or give soft subtle commands that elicit responses clearly delineating our positions; my dominance, your submission.
In a restaurant for example, I may ask the server if he thinks you look hot in your new evening dress. Naturally he will agree to which I may “suggest” that you stand up and show it to him, commending you to turn around and let him see the back while I comment on how it makes your ass look completely irresistible. Naturally, ever the gentleman, I would then thank you and hold your chair as your return to your seat.
I may ask you softly if you are wearing panties under your dress (you should know better) and if so suggest that you excuse yourself to the ladies room to remove them. Naturally I will insist that you hand them to me (over the table) when you return to your seat making sure that others can see the transaction. In a low husky voice I may ask if it worries you that you might leave a spot on your new dress since you will be soaked knowing that I intend to blindfold you when we return to the room and slowly tease you into a frenzy, depriving you of your orgasms for hours as I turn your entire body into my playground. I may ask if it worries you that you that I may command you to please yourself, right here in the restaurant, under the table while I watch the expressions on your face. I may tell you that if you fail to reach an orgasm right here at the table, I will be forced to take you over my lap and alternately spank and finger you relentlessly to painful orgasm after painful orgasm back in the room.
Then, having set your mind reeling with a combination of dread and anticipation, I may do none of it at all; suggesting only that you finish your dinner, leaving you wondering what might be coming next and when.
By now, if you are not wet and mentally squirming with anticipation, I have sorely misjudged you. But then, I know you well…I know how to press your buttons.
Back in the room, you are all aflame and desirous and eager to be taken. But not so fast. First, the blindfold. I have you present yourself to me on the bed, head down, ass up. I move around the room making small noises, leaving you to wonder what is going to happen next, when, where, and how. Now is the time when I can truly set your mind whirling in spasms of anticipation. I may brush back a whisp of hair from your face, the smallest touch magnified to outrageous intensity in your heightened state of sight-deprived arousal and awareness. I may trace a fingertip down your spine to your tail bone, leaving a trail of fire and cold shivers in its wake. I may slowly lift the hem of your dress, dragging the fabric tantilyzingly over your bare ass until it rests upon your back, leaving you exposed to my sight and whim. I may make you wait like that for a long, long time as I just sit back taking in the glorious submissive sight of you.
But when the first touch comes. No matter where it is or what its intensity. You melt. All of the pent up anticipation releases like a raging river from a bursting dam. Whatever tiny shards of self-will that might have remained abandon you. You are mine. Given. Taken. Owned.
This is the nature of the mental foreplay of which I speak and so enjoy as your Dom. This absolute control without the need for restraint. You submit utterly and completely to my will and in so doing grant me absolute power over your heart and mind; long before I ever touch your body.
This is the essence of D/s. This is the essence of us.
Caption © For The Love of a Submissive, 2012
Image © joseph sirakas
What Love means to a 4-8 year old: A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, ’What does love mean?’ The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined
See what you think:
‘When my grandmother got arthritis , she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore.. So my grandfather does it for her all the time , even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.’ – Rebecca, age 8
‘When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.’ – Billy, age 4
‘Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.’ – Karl, age 5
‘Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.’ –Chrissy, age 6
‘Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.’ -Terri, age 4
‘Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him , to make sure the taste is OK.’ – Danny, age 7
‘Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing , you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that.
They look gross when they kiss’ – Emily, age 8
‘Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents
and listen.’ –Bobby, age 7
‘If you want to learn to love better , you should start with a friend who you hate” –Nikka, age 6
‘Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt , then he wears it everyday..’ –Noelle, age 7
‘Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.’ –Tommy, age 6
‘During my piano recital , I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.’ – Cindy, age 8
‘My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.’ –Clare, age 6
‘Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.’ –Elaine, age 5
‘Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.’ –Chris, age 7
‘Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.’ -Mary Ann, age 4
‘I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.’ –Lauren, age 4
‘When you love somebody , your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.’ - Karen, age 7
‘Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross..’ –Mark, age 6
‘You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.’ –Jessica, age 8
The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbour was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbour, the little boy said, ‘Nothing , I just helped him cry’.
Story behind this? Her dad was leaving on a 2 year deployment. She was crying, and wouldn’t let go of her dad’s hand, even when he stood in line, saluting. No one had the heart to break them apart.
i’ve reblogged this like 470348 times, i can’t not reblog it everytime
^^^^brought tears to my eyes…
It is impossible to not reblog this…
This is the definition of awesome. This super popular, beautiful girl at my school is going with this “nobody” to homecoming after he drove to her house and gave her roses.He may be a nobody, but something tells me he’s gonna treat her the way a lady should be treated.
million notes… let’s go
this is so cute oh my, his face is seriously the happiest person on earth in this picture