Wednesday, July 06, 2005Long Dong Silver
Last night was interesting on two fronts: more anal sex and keeping frustration out of the bedroom. We'll start with door #2. I started the day by half-masturbating (getting myself hard and pre-cumming and then stopping), my Mistress really likes it when I do that and tell her about it. She feels in control of my orgasm and I stay saved up for later. Her favorite thing to tell me is "It's always better when you wait."
Anyway, I had a frustrating day at work, and so my attempt to think sexy thoughts all day was put off by that; rather it was constantly interrupted. When I got home, even more things frustrated me, and then I went out to run errands, which really put the nail in the coffin of my arousal. I came home thinking only of bad drivers, old people with shopping carts, and proceded to create frustration for myself by dropping a 6-pack of soda among other things. My Mistress was soaking in a bath where she likes to be alone, so I went to get my frustrations out by playing with our new computer toy and pre-writing another post. That always gets me back in the mood, and it worked somewhat this time too, which is good to note.
My Mistress came in after a while, and told me she wanted to try the strap-on tonight. I helped her into it, and she said she felt a little silly and nervous, but she picked up on some negative vibes from me and started asking me if I was worried about the dildo or something. At the time, I wasn't really aware of my frustration level, but at the subconscience level, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to let go of my irritations and it would come out in the bedroom. We proceeded anyway.
I started by kissing her, then moved to rubbing her feet. I stopped rubbing her feet before she told me to stop, and that angered her. She asked me a bunch of questions, baiting me to talk dirty to her, which is not my strong suit. For whatever reason, I can recount a night of fun in full erotic detail, but in the moment, I say really stupid shit. She would say things like "How much do you want me to fuck you?" and I would say "a lot." Then she would say "that doesn't sound like you really want it, is that all?" and I follow with "a lot a lot." It's laughable, but quite often making her laugh doesn't move the hot sex along.
So somehow I fumbled my way along and managed to irk her enough to make me suck the fake dick while fingering her. She knew it tastes awful, so she permitted me a trip to the kitchen for whip cream. This later turned out to be annoying to me as well, leaving my hands and face really sticky, though it did help kill the taste. The strap part of the strap-on really blocked her clit, so she took it half-off and I licked her pussy. She was having a hard time getting off, probably due to my blatant disregard of her authority on several instances, so she jumped in with her fingers to help, and grabbed the back of my head to press me into her clit. Finally, I started to let go of some of my frustrations, because I was more concerned with breathing and pleasing her.
I believe this is called "sub-space." I've been there before, and that's really where I need to be to really please my Mistress. We both learned tonight that in order for me to enter sub-space from a non-aroused state of mind, she really has to Dominate me and put me in my place, a mistake she won't make twice. At the time, she thought she was doing me a favor by going slow, but in this case, it would seem that going slow just let me hold on to the aggrivations of the day rather than the pleasures of the night.
Once she climaxed, she put the strap back on and started prepping me for anal penetration. She lubed me up, stuck in her fingers, and slipped on a condom. Then, height issues happened. My Mistress now had her own frustrating moments, for she was unable to find a way to insert the penis into my ass. She fought with it for a while, eventually losing the condom, so we stopped, put on another one, then moved to the edge of the bed. She stood while I kneeled, and she finally made it into my ass. She started to move back and forth, then it slipped out. She fussed about with it some more, got it in, and the same thing happened. She tried a leg-up position, but eventually decided the strap-on was probably better as a hand toy, so she took off the belt, and proceeded to fuck me with the dildo manually.
After a good working over of my ass, she climbed under me and told me to fuck her but not to cum. So I did, and then she told me that I can cum when I fuck her hard. So I did that too, and I came pretty quickly. Then my Mistress wanted to "take a ride" on the dildo as well, so I fucked her with it while she hitachi'd away. She reached climax, and then we talked about what had happened through the night. She told me to be more aware of stuff and to let her know ahead of time if it's bugging me, and that is my responsibility. It's better to have great sex and a little punishment tomorrow night than bad sex tonight. She also learned that she needs to dominate me pretty hard, that in spite of my inexperience, I tend to mesh with her subbing ideas nicely, so she won't go so slow in the future. Woot!