julietsierra -> RE: Doms' Unhappiness (8/18/2007 11:05:33 AM)
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ORIGINAL: BDsbabygirl On another subject, why DO Doms disallow masturbating and/or coming? And for sooo long; is there an actual reason having to do with the betterment of the sub or the relationship? *is glad made "orgasm denial" a ROCK HARD Limit* I laughed so hard when I read this...and am laughing even now as I type this response. Here's the thing. Do you honestly believe it's been five years since I've reached orgasm? If that was the case he'd be a dead Dominant or I'd be insane. More than likely though, we wouldn't be together, cause I DO love that part of our relationship. I'll give you an analogy to help explain what he does and what it does for me. Yes, he prohibits masturbation. Yes, he's prohibited it from nearly the moment we met. And yes, I've accepted this rule and alternately rued it's existence or embraced it wholeheartedly - depending on my mood, and my overall need for sex. (I did say SEX didn't I?) Ok...You know those really really hot days of summer? The ones where either you stay in front of a fan or you plan to be on or near water or in a mall or SOMETHING - just to get out of the heat? And you know how thirsty you get on those kinds of days? Well, sometimes when days like that happen, you'd almost sell your soul for a bottle or glass of crisp clear, cold water - the more ice the better - yes? And that first sip - you can feel it as the water slides down your throat to your stomach. Your entire body kind of relaxes into that first sip of water. The water after that first sip is also wonderful, but there's something about that first sip that's pretty darn close to ecstacy. That's how it is when he withholds masturbation. He merely touches me and I'm off and running. There are times I'm practically in tears from the pleasure - and that's BEFORE I reach orgasm. The orgasms themselves are beyond anything I've ever felt before. We don't live together and this process makes me hungry to the point of starving for him every single moment of every single day and there is no respite except when I see him. But when I do see him, the unmitigated joy that I feel in just being next to him - even if he hasn't touched me, leaves me trembling and fidgety and .... wet. I have this taste in my mouth not unlike what you may experience before your favorite meal that you haven't had in months. It is all-encompassing and involves my mind, every nerve ending in my body and all of my five senses. He absolutely fills me with himself long before he even has me undress - and the feeling lasts and lasts and lasts. When I'm starving and I don't see him, my begging and pleading, even when I know what his answer will be, is me trying any way I can to have some semblence of that feeling even though he's not around. But he knows that that's not possible. And I know that that's not possible. I just keep on trying though. He knows that it's as much about me being with him as it is me simply reaching orgasm. In fact, if I do reach orgasm and it's not with him, the entire feeling is much less intense. I crave intensity. He loves the effect of that intensity, both on me and on him. So, he leads me, pushes me, pulls me, entices me, and withholds from me in order that I may reach that point. So, while I crave the orgasm, while I beg and plead for the orgasm, while I try my best to convince him to allow it... he knows the better route and makes sure I stay on the right road. And I love him all the more for it. I am pleased every single time I don't get what I want, and I'm grateful he didn't cave to my manipulation. On his part, he absolutely loves the desperate sound of my voice when I ask him. He loves the knowledge that with one word (No), he can make my life a living hell for a bit, and with one touch, he can send me to heaven. Why in the world wouldn't he like this? juliet
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