Natural high

Endorphin highs are like none other.  Sending your bottom or submissive into subspace I believe, is the real art of Domination.  And when you can get that right mix of sadistic pain and pleasure, I don't know for sure, but I believe that could be nirvana.   When the two sensations create the chemical reaction of one hybrid intensity that short circuits normal brain and body functions and the body simply begins to soar.  Let me tell you about my Saturday night and you tell me how close I came to making nirvana space or super sub space.  

I always enjoy the company of a 3B (Black, Buff and Beautiful).   And I've waited for this 3B for sometime and have looked forward to what his youth and vigor could sustain.  This night he would surprise me.  I think you know by now I love a good sensual, sadistical play and love it even more when I can dance with a sensual masochist.  And I have the good fortune of a couple of these darlings on regular basis. Yummy. 

I started with a body inspection.  I look for scratches, bruises, moles, discoloration etc.  Often single people do not have someone to do these close inspections and bring attention to areas that may become health issues.  It's part of Safe, Sane and Consensual and I like to add Caring.  

Anyway my 3B is ready to play, flacid, but beautiful.  I kept him in a room all to myself as I had no interest in sharing him or being distracted by other players or an enthusiastic audience.  Three B's are always a feast to the eyes and this man is particularly built with six pack abs and thunder thighs.  Yowza!  

After a sufficient warm up of spanking and some impact thumps I put on my vampire gloves and begin to press into his flesh and feel him begin to moan as my hands moved about his body. Vampire gloves are embedded with sharp studs that are not folded down, but instead come through the inside portion of the glove so that using your inner hand on any surface if used lightly has the feeling of a knife tip standing on your finger.  Pressed harder, it feels like a vice grip on slightly bunted thorns trying to break skin.  

Standing him on a platform I stand behind him, instructing him to grip the bars in front of him to brace his body.  With one side of the smooth glove I stoke his penis that has already started to rise from my earlier attention.  I press my thumbed down into his cock with my right glove and then lifting his cock I move down to his ball sack.  "Ohhhh", the sound is like pure honey in my ears and each prick of the glove has him humming and going deeper into himself.  

I see his eyes rolling into his head as he throws his head back onto my shoulder.  "Yes baby, you sound so delicious, give me more." I squeeze his sack with increasing pressure and his cock continues to bounce strongly surging full of blood.  I return to his cock and get a firm grip on his thick, eight inches of uncut, dark meat.   I feel his member jolt in my hand becoming stronger and firmer.  I strengthen my grip and readjusting my fingers so I cover as much of his cock as my hands could grasp and I stroke him for the first glistening of precum.  And he moans so beautifully, I see his eyes flutter and his head is back, his mouth open and that rock hard penis in my hand while I am gripping with all my might makes me wonder if he will faint and I center my stance in my Doc Martens.  

His body drops into my arms and I hold him up with my left arm supporting his body against mine.  Coaxing him, "Yes baby you feel so good in my hand" while I stroke his cock never loosening my grip, his rod is throbbing in my hands.  Mixing the sweet pain with the arousal of his body calling out for more.  It was beautiful. 

We dance this dance for over two hours letting him breathe deeply, moving all the endorphins through his body.  Then when my grip on either his balls or cock are causing his breathing to stop I relax just long enough to see the bobble of his penis aching for more.  He is a wonder to behold this combination of intense pain and the joy of a hard erection.  His sounds are guttural and the intensity makes my own primal nature rise and I once again return to his balls only this time to twist and squeeze and then with both hands now taking their place, one on the cock and the other on the balls, it's time for the crescendo.  

And what's in it for me you ask?  Top space is a wetness that comes from power to give pleasure and pain.  Bringing someone into that place called subspace is a dance, many have written about and experienced.  I have enjoyed it from both sides and breathing the air of your submissive is like drinking in the endorphins that are also being shared.  Power Exchange  - It's my natural high. 

Is CBT for you?

    Don't ask me why some men like having their naughty bits punished in a harsh but the very delicate art of Cock and Ball Torture, but they do.   And my favorite bottoms are the ones that really, really do.  

     So picture the scene:  Beautiful, Buff, Bald and Black or Blonde, I lovingly call this the four B's of Destiny.  Then picture him naked, it doesn't matter the color of his skin or height just enjoy him slightly oiled up and blindfolded.   I pull off my jacket to more closely match his body temperature.  I recall those cold doctors office with nothing but a paper gown and on, as my body temperature dropped I got grouchier.  I check the time, this scene could extend one to two hours and since I didn't get a nap before starting to play at 11:30 pm, two hours of intense poking, slapping, hitting, pumping and twisting can wear me out.  Then we must be in a space conducive to fluid spillage, arm and leg room to swing and kick, seating and/or laying options. I like my bottoms to be as comfortable as possible for the pain I am about to inflict.  

    Nerve endings are beautiful things. The more sensitive the skin area is the more nerve bundles there are to play with.  They register pain and pleasure faster and when syncopation occurs, the nerves can no longer distinguish pain from pleasure.  That energy is so mixed up together this pain and pleasure but when watching the face you can read the mix, but just by watching the body when reacting to full twists, kicks or bites, can bring the utmost delight.  It is the purpose of this dance, we call b.d.s.m.

    Since I'm in the mood for stingy vs. thuddy pain tonight, I choose my instruments carefully. Knives are the first course to start the dance with the skin.   Trailing the cool flat stainless steel blade slowing, watching the skin and whatever find hairs prickle in response.  Then I dip the tip, creating a pools of just enough pressure but not to pierce through.  Whether with one blade or two, it's a symmetrical dance  undulating on the surface of the skin.  The skin shudders as the nerve endings are sending both pleasure and pain messages to the brain and the dance has begun.  

    I want to race on through the next hour and a half, because this is a family blog.   Oh right it's not, okay so the experiences are coming.  Stay tuned.