[25F] Last night’s show for the neighbors: Indulged my submissive self with the help of a Dom. XXX stories

A number of you have graciously offered to give me help, especially following my recent office stunts. I can’t thank you enough. What I ended up doing is giving myself a quick orgasm in a parking lot – just enough to take the edge off. Then I went to the after-work activity and enjoyed it with a soaking wet thong.

I got home and desperately wanted to be dominated. If you’re not familiar with it, it’s an incredible feeling. You don’t have to overthink, worry, strategize your next move, or even wonder when/if you’ll finish. Because someone else is in charge. It’s a deep, intense pleasure. And as much pleasure as I get from being controlled in this arena, Doms get from being the controller.

Luckily, just as I was about to get sub glooms, a Dom reached out and offered to help me as a one-off. Being the slut I am, I accepted. Immediately.

Since this was for the benefit of the neighbors as much as myself, He directed me to keep my curtains half-open. I stripped down to my lingerie and put on Selena Gomez’s “Good For You” as a little nod to submissiveness. It’s Friday and my hormones were off the charts, so I danced the way you do when nobody is watching: a little wild, a little sexy. I rubbed my hands up and down my body to the rhythm of the song and focused on the little that was under my lingerie.

As the song became more intense, I unhooked my bra and slipped it off, freeing my breasts. When the song ended, I checked in with the Dom. He directed me to twist my nipples, 6 times in each direction, and thank Him out loud after each one. He was only messaging me so it’s not as if he heard, but of course I obeyed. And He knew I would.

After rubbing my clit for a minute with my nipples fully erect, I spanked myself 20 times, thanking Him after each slap. The sting always takes me off guard, but only for a second. Then it gives way to a pleasure. By the time I finished, my ass was starting to tingle.

I sat on the couch in view of the half-open curtains and took off the thong, trailing it down my legs. The Dom directed me to rub my clit but interrupt myself when I got close to finishing. When I did so, I was to slap the entrance of my cunt with a wooden spoon.

I worked myself up to the first edge after about 4 minutes, remembered my instructions, and slapped myself with the spoon. I jumped. It was sharp and unexpected, and threw me off. I let Him know I had reached number one.

I started rubbing my clit again – this time, it only took a few minutes until I was at the edge. The slap of the spoon wasn’t as startling as I expected, just sharp. Number two.

I kept going, the edging getting more intense. I reached the teetering edge faster and faster, until I was down to 30 seconds between almost-orgasms. I appreciated the spoon more and more as it super-charged my nerves. And I became more and more desperate. When I reached number ten, the Dom let me cum. It was such an intense release, and already so different from my other nightly sessions.

But we weren’t done.

He finally gave me permission to finger myself (thank goodness): two fingers, three, then four. Finally, I got what I needed – something inside me. But I wasn’t allowed to cum yet. When I got close, He told me to get on all fours, holes facing the window. I fingered myself frantically and alternated that with hard slaps on the ass with the spoon. Still no orgasms allowed, though I kept asking.

What gave me the discipline I needed throughout this orgasm control was a few things: trust that I would be able to at one point, competitiveness to see if I could last, and the knowledge that holding out was giving the Dom pleasure.

When my ass was pink from being spanked by the spoon and my fingers nearly sliding out of my pussy because I was so slick, He said I could cum if I put two fingers in my ass. I nearly threw the spoon across the room and sank two fingers into my empty hole up to the second knuckle. After that, all He had to say was, “Cum”. And I did, instantly. It felt endless. All of that pent-up energy, all the release of control, and the hours of being turned on today culminated in a hell of an orgasm. It was glorious.

Afterward, He helped me pick out an outfit for drinks with friends (where I am now) and said good night.

All I can say is this: Thank goodness for Doms, it was a great way to revisit my subbiness, and goddamn, I hope the neighbors saw.

Doms and subs: anything to add to my description of the dynamic?

Edit: I didn’t detail the negotiation but we did go over my limits beforehand. Stay safe and kinky, friends.

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