Styles of Submission.

Ella and I were talking last night about our D/s dynamic. We have an idiosyncratic arrangement. It’s a 24/7 lifestyle in that I am always dominant in our sex life, and I decide when we are playing. I can order her to do what I choose, when I choose, and she does it. As we say, she does what she’s told; I get what I want. That’s our agreement.

But in practice, we don’t do high protocol service slavery and I don’t take control of many things that neither of us are particularly interested in incorporating into our dynamic. Finances. Exercise. Work. Diet. These are things Ella is perfectly good at managing for herself, and I have no desire to manage for her. Frankly, she’s better at some of those than I am.

So we’ve carved out a style of dominance and submission that works for us. In discussing it last night, I realized that I have never punished her for disobedience. Ella has followed, or attempted to follow, every order I’ve ever given her. She doesn’t disobey in order to manipulate me. She doesn’t act the brat in order to try to top from the bottom, picking and choosing when she receives discipline. She’s truly into service and obedience.

It’s utterly refreshing. While I sometimes have to correct her service, in order to mold it to perfection, so that she serves me precisely as we both want her to, I never have to assert my dominance in order to “put her in her place”. She’s not defiant or oppositional. When she wants more severe discipline, instead of acting out in hopes that I correct her with a severe punishment, she simply asks for it.

Last week, she begged me: “I want you to gag me, and torture me, and use me for your pleasure.” And I did. Though now that I think about it, I think I forgot the gag. But I bound her arms behind her back, tied a very tight crotch rope, and then spent fifteen minutes spanking her with the crop, my belt, and a hairbrush. Then, I made her come with the hitachi. Then I repeated the process. Her ass remained sore for days. She wept and wriggled and cried as I punished her ass mercilessly.

And when I was satisfied, she served me with her mouth and her cunt, and made her master come in the manner he’s accustomed to.

-The Refined Dominant

Getting What She Asked For.

This weekend, I had an intense, almost desperate need to be of service to my Master. Unfortunately I was far away from Rafe this weekend, just as I had been all last week and have continued to be this week. Of course, by no means, was I beyond the reach of my Dom.

As I described in my previous post, I asked Rafe how I could serve him. At the end of the exchange, he warned:

Careful what you ask for, slave! You might get it.

  • Saturday – Masturbate for two minutes without coming, with clothespins on my nipples and a finger up my ass. Twice, separated by an hour. And completion of the blog post before 10 pm.
  • Sunday – Leave a comment on another bdsm blog. Before leaving my apartment, masturbate again, same conditions as Saturday. Then in the afternoon, more masturbation – this time, the clothespins on my labia (I thought I might come at the first clamp), with permission to come after two minutes was up (thank you, Master!).
  • Monday – No panties today. At work, masturbate without coming for 90 seconds (this one came with a deadline). While at dinner with acquaintances, go to the restroom and insert a finger up my ass – no masturbating. At home, leave another comment on a blog.
  • Tuesday – Panties must be red (even this little command sent me tingling). He had another plan, but it wasn’t workable without access to a private bathroom (still don’t know what he had in mind for me).
  • Wednesday – Comment on two blogs while at work. Later in the evening, another order arrived: Put an ice cube in my pussy and let it melt there. This one almost got me into trouble, because I had no ice. I immediately filled a tray and put it in the freezer. Fortunately, I had enough time for the cubes to freeze at least half way. When I pushed one in, it suddenly become almost impossible not to come. I begged my Master to let me masturbate to climax. After a couple of minutes, he permitted it, telling me later, It is difficult to deny you when you beg. The orgasm was long and intense. It took me a minute to catch my breath.
  • Thursday – I was working from home. Late morning, a command: Strip naked and masturbate without coming for two minutes. After I was done, a follow up: Repeat every 90 minutes until 4 pm. A total of 4 times in 4.5 hours. My clit is a little tender now. And Rafe has decided “we” should do it one more time before bed.

So I’m getting what I asked for. Service to my Master. And the results?

I’ve been wet all week. I’m aching to be filled and fucked and tormented by my Master. I want desperately to be used by him, roughly and mercilessly. I want him to take all that he can, all that is his (which is all of me). I’m longing to delve more deeply into our bdsm experience than we have yet.

I see my darling Rafe tomorrow. Of course, as fate would have it, he can’t take me straight home to fuck me. We have plans. We will be side by side for hours before he takes me home to play.

I have already been given a rule for this weekend. Every time we enter the house, I am to ask if my Master would like me to suck his cock. Failure earns 10 strokes of the cane. I’ve already earned 8 – 5 for a delay in sending him pictures of myself in my running gear, 3 for improper capitalization of my last post (since fixed).

I can’t wait to see what else Rafe has in store.

– The Elegant Submissive

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