Feeling Slutty

I wanted to write this while my testosterone is still at its morning high.  I'm plugged with my largest plug, pantied, my fingernails are painted clear and my toenails are painted one shade pinker than clear.  Last night Mistress surprised me by making me wear a nighty.  After being in chastity all day and wearing the nighty last night, this morning's tasks have me hyper-sexualized right now.

I have to confess.  As much as I dislike the physical discomfort of chastity, it's more than compensated by what it does to my brain.  I am pretty much a helpless little slut right now even though I am not locked up.  Replaying the last couple times in my brain and how I felt has me very amped up.  I will probably regret what I just wrote, but I can't deny the effects of chastity.

I was so ramped up last night after being told to wear a nighty that I had a hard time going to sleep. I had so many naughty thoughts going through my mind, but most of them were not about my pleasure, they were about Mistress using my for her desires.  I fantasized about her going out with a friend of hers to a swingers club with me locked in a cage at home.

Today's fantasy...
If I didn't have so much to do today I can imagine me sitting here in just a bra and panties. My nipples clamped, the dildo gag in my mouth, a posture collar around my neck, high heels on my feet, restraints locked on my ankles and wrists.  I would be locked in chastity, and instead of a butt plug, Mistress would have me put a dildo on my ass.  Mistress would text me telling me I had to stay like this until she texted me back.  I wouldn't know if it was for how long.  My jaw would ache, my nipples would be on fire.  I would get a text, but it would be her saying she is watching me on cam.  She would tell me to rise up and down on the doldo in my ass.  She would taunt me about what a slut I have become.  She would be saving pics to humiliate me with later.

A couple things that spoke to me this morning.

Confession: this is on my wish list.

Shocking dog collar

Very Hot

 

today's edge

This is what got my motor running today.

I love how long and how deep she makes him go.

Today's Edge - Pics

This morning's edge - Hot Story

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Fucking Machine - Forced Orgasms

Last week I teased about tying Mistress up.  She commented that she might consider it if I used the fucking machine on her.  That has had my mind spinning all week.  I think about strapping her down to our cross so she can't move her legs or hips.  I would position the machine and start slowly and let it build up until she had an orgasm, then I would turn it up a little faster.  She would try to get away immediately after orgasm but would quickly melt into the waves of pleasure.  I would use the hitachi on her clit and nipples to driver her even more crazy.  I also imagine doing it in our bed.  I would have her legs positioned through the metal part of the foot board so her legs couldn't close.  Here are some images that remind me of what I want to do to her.

Today's Edge - 3 Fantasies

Today Mistress ordered me into a camisole, tight leggings at work as well as a butt plug.  Additionally I was ordered to edge for 30 minutes.  It's been some time since I have edged, and normally I would do it before getting ready for work.  Due to today's schedule I edged while wearing the ordered items as well as a butt plug that sits right on my prostate.

I edged to several thoughts.

The first was having a cathartic tease session.  The first would be a nasty messy edging session.  Mistress would have me tied down tightly and would be bringing me to the edge time and again.  Lube would be liberal, and she would also be making a bigger mess by cumming all over me.  She might gag with dirty cum filled panties, a dildo gag or nothing.  The goal would be to keep me frustrated and as horny as possible.  I actually fantasized about not any orgasm, but multiple leaks from my cock and then being ordered to clean up and get dressed.

The 2nd would be a cathartic discipline session.  Not because I need to be punished, but I'm yearning to release a ton of endorphins as well as feel helpless.  I imagine a small warm up and then a slow severe beating. In my fantasy Mistress wouldn't stop before I safeworded.  Using a safeword would not mean the beating would end, it would just mean that I need it to go at least that far.  She would beat my body.  She would beat my cock and balls.  She would torture my nipples with clamps, sharp items, and make them an angry red color.  She would slap my face or rape my mouth with a dildo.  My breathing would be restricted.  In my fantasy, I want to surrender completely.  It might even be fun to record it or do it live online.  I may or may not get any relief from Mistress.

Lastly, I imagined a total forced feminization session.  Mistress would take the role of a man or a dominant lesbian and I would be dressed as my alter ego Sophia.  I would be locked in chastity to make my cock be a non factor.  I would be forced to suck Mistress' cock, to impale myself on her cock, and to take her cock inside me.  The only thing sexual I would get would be my lipstick covered mouth or my sissy pussy.  Mistress would have me lick and suck her pussy, fuck her with her glass dildo or for an extra mind fuck I would have to fuck her while wearing a strap-on.  I would be fucking her while my locked cock and balls swing uselessly between my legs.  In this fantasy I would not have an orgasm unless it was from penetration and I would have to stay in femme clothes until told otherwise.

Since I was edging with my prostate massager in, I was very quick to edge.  I would stop, and as my cock spasmed, the plug would spasm against my prostate, and I would dribble a little.  It reminded me of a few times when I would edge, and then I would fuck myself with the plug while cum would dribble out of my cock.  It's a pretty efficient way of draining the balls with nothing even close to an orgasm.  

Today's Unplanned Edge

It's been awhile since I have edged.  I had no intention of edging, but I saw a few updated posts from a blog I have mentioned before.  I hadn't planned on edging, but the first few paragraphs had me hard as could be.  Within a few strokes I had a bit of pre-cum bubbling out of my cock and I wasn't even close to the edge.     The story wasn't too long and I hate the drawings, but I was quickly to the edge.  I only ready one post and am saving the others for another day.  This story was hot, and would push me up against my mental limits so quick it would make my head spin.  Here is the link.

http://strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com/2014/01/david-got-fucked.html?zx=c8d7e83e51b67ce1

It's been a while...

It's been a while since I have posted.  The holidays, work, travel, etc. has made it hard to keep up.  Although I haven't been keeping updated it doesn't mean that my mind hasn't been busy with naughtiness.

I still wear a nighty to bed every night.  I'm not 100% sure if Mistress still wants me doing it as she hasn't said much about it, but I will do it until she tells me otherwise.  It may be hard to believe, but it's still a mind fuck every single day I wear it.  It's probably more of a mind fuck since she doesn't say anything.  I feel like a sissy little bitch wearing it without being told to do so.  I get humiliated wearing it when she hasn't told me to for so long.  While getting orders directly is hot, I am finding having standing orders that are to be followed no matter what, more indicative of a being a "slave".

I have been having chastity fantasies a lot lately, but my fantasies would be hard to maintain in real life.  I imagine being locked up, but Mistress and I being a lot more active in the bedroom.  I fantasize my cock locked up while Mistress does her best to torment me.  Almost every night something would happen.  Some nights I would have to put on the strap-on and fuck her while my cock swings uselessly in its cage.  Other nights Mistress would give herself orgasms while I lay next to her.  I might be tied to the bed while Mistress uses the hitachi on the chastity device edging me without unlocking me. Other times she would fuck me in the ass while I was locked or she would make me fuck myself while she watched.  All of this sounds great, but I am such a high maintenance, whiny, needy little bitch when I am in chastity.  It's hard for me mentally thinking about my cock 24/7 when I am locked up so I need a lot more attention than normal.

Today Mistress gave me the following orders...

• Wear something feminine all day today...while you work out, all pink.
• Plug yourself for at least 3 hours
• Paint your fingernails with clear polish
• Don't forget my nail Appt

Here is the 1st item.  Notice my new pink shoes for working out.

Lastly, I have been fantasizing about Mistress humiliating me.  She would make me dress en femme or write all over my body, or take videos of me sucking dildos or violating my ass.  She would smear cum all over my face and make me post a picture of it on fetlife.  She would get me drunk or drugged and promise to do nasty things and then make me do them to earn bondage time.  She would tie me down, make me cum in her and then let it drip all over my face.  She would torture my nipples.  She would make me be dressed in femme or in fetish clothes when she comes home from work.  My mind is racing quite a bit now so I will stop before I say too much.

Today's Edge - Another Blog

Below is the text and pictures of a blog I have refernced a few times now.  This got me to the edge rather quickly today.  The post and come interesting comments can be found here http://strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-importance-of-strap-on-dildo-to.html?zx=9a5fb7bf46b14723


Wednesday, December 11

The Importance of the Strap-On Dildo to a Marriage

I consider the strap-on dildo to be an essential tool (pardon the pun) amongst any dominant wife's belongings.




We have all been genetically shaped and then nurtured to the traditional sex role models where the male is dominant and the female is considered submissive. Not even david and I can completely escape it, because those images and ideas are so culturally pervasive. So instead of escaping it, I use it. If the female is supposed to be submissive, rather than fighting that I make david assume the female role, and I the male role.

It starts with feminine lingerie such as panties, bras, stockings, and garters. I force david into those sorts of garments.



He is made to look ridiculous, but inescapably "the female" despite himself.




I myself tend to dress in a fairly conservative, business-like manner (it's what a woman needs to do to be taken seriously in business).



The mixture of me in my work clothes and david in his frillies uses those traditional sex role stereotypes to my advantage when dominating him.

It continues with his spankings. He must come across my knee, and I make sure he is hoisted into a very sexually submissive posture.



Also, I insist on vocalisations from him when it starts hurting. He is not allowed the dignity of the "male" stoicism when being spanked.

When he is in his frillies, and when he is being spanked, I refer to him in female terms. I remind him that he is carrying on like a little girl, for instance. Or if I see an erection, I tell him what a little slut he is.



This has the effect of using all those millenia of evolution and a lifetime of cultural programming as an aid in dominating him, whereas one might have thought it would be a disadvantage.

The effects are even more profound when there is a second woman there, such as my sister, to witness him and laugh at him in all his "femaleness".



While this "panty training" or "petticoating" is very effective, nothing beats the strap-on dildo to mess with those sex-role stereotypes and turn a hulking man into a very afraid little girl!



There is little better for reversing roles than making your husband  kneel at your feet, take a large lifelike dildo into his mouth, and perform oral sex on it, the deeper the better, with a hand on the back of his head for encouragement.



The only thing better is to flip him over, put his submissive pantied ass high in the air, rip off his panties, and force him to receive anal sex from the strap-on dildo.



As with other women, I will refer to his asshole as his pussy, and his penis as his clit, as in "reach behind and spread your pussy lips for me you little slut". Or, "do you like your little clitty rubbed as I fuck you, huh?" Or, "I'm going to pound this naughty little pussy so hard you won't be walking right for a week, bitch!"



I say things like that to reinforce that he is "the female" and I "the male" according to the traditional sex role stereotypes. That way I have all the evolution and all that cultural conditioning on my side, where it belongs.

Stockings and Spankings

Yesterday Mistress had me wear stockings under my work clothes.  Initially I was planning on wearing pantyhose as they are easier to deal with, but then I realized she specified stockings.  If I have learned anything over the last 3 years is to do more, not less when she asks me to do something like this.  My first instinct was to go for black ones that fit great, but then the submissive sluttiness that my brain is currently producing had other things in mind.  I chose a pair of white and pink panties that have built in garters.  To that I added pink stockings to attach to the garters.  As much as garters and stockings can be a pain, there is no mistaking their ability to keep reminding you of their existence.  Pantyhose can be ignored somewhat, but I was constantly reminded of the tightness of these particular stockings.  I was reminded that they stopped at mid thigh.  I was reminded of the garters not only with every step I took, but also every time I sat down.  I could see the straps pushing through my pants.  In short there was no escaping the mind fuck of wearing them  I was proud to take a picture for MBB as requested and humiliated at the same time.  I loved it.

I was planning on edging to something based on the above post, but before I could I stumbled across this post in my blog list.  I edged a good 30+ times reading it as it was so hot (and a little scary)

View on her blog or see below.  http://strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com/2013/09/sex-with-my-husband.html?zx=f3a59ca12de15b40

Sex with my husband

Yesterday night, watching X-Factor on TV at night with my husband. After the show... SEX. Not fantasy or fiction this time. The real thing. This is what sex is like between me and my husband (sometimes... and embellished with some things I wish I would have said). You will get a good general idea, however. It isn't exactly what you might call Vanilla...

Me: Go upstairs and get into your panties, I want to fuck you tonight.
Him: [says nothing... gets a gleam in his eye... does as he is told]

I give him a few minutes and then walk slowly upstairs. david is naked except for a pair of sheer pink panties. He has chosen the panties from a drawerfull we keep for him for this purpose. He has chosen to put his nose in the corner and wait for me like that. I can totally see his ass and ass crack through his sheer panties. I get an immediate, visceral urge to beat that ass.

Me: Lie on the bed, ass high across the pillows, you're getting a beating, bitch.
Him: [says nothing... does as he is told... him cornering himself meant he wanted a beating tonight before his fucking]

We have four pillows on the bed, he piled two of them on the left side of the bed, in the middle, and lay across them submissively, pantied ass nice and high. He is presented like an offering. He has asked for this beating, so he will receive it on the spot where nature intended slutty submissive husbands to catch their beatings: ass and thighs.

I feel excited watching him do this for me. I can feel my own panties dampening. I open the bedside drawer and pull out my strap. He groans in a sexy way, knowing what is coming.

Me: You're getting a beating now. You want to know why? Because you're a man who wants to be dressed in panties and fucked like a woman. So you want to act like a submissive little cunt? I'll beat you like a submissive little cunt. Simple math, baby. [He likes when I talk dirty to him... he tells me any bad words one might think of applying to a woman can be safely applied to him!]

I whip the strap down hard low across his pantied ass cheeks, right at the panty line. He groans. I do it four more times just like that. His wiggles and moans turn me on even more.

I reach over and lower his panties to just below his cheeks. No reason this bitch will get to keep her panties up for her beating. Part of her humiliation will be to display her anus during her spanking. I am rewarded with a bird's eye view of my husband's now bare and totally exposed asshole. He's getting a fucking in there later and he knows it. No reason I shouldn't see it now.

I give him five more. I target two of them to wrap around between his ass cheeks, near his sensitive little puckered hole.

I put away the strap. His ass is nicely red and marked in places. I reach under my bed to get the riding crop.

Me: Reach behind you and pull those cheeks apart for me.
Him: [says nothing... does as he is told]

Me: Pull them apart harder. Really reach in there. Pull harder. I mean it.
Him: yes ma'am [as he struggles to obey me]

His little boy hole is gaping open now. I take my crop, crouch down a little to get the right angle, and whip the tip down onto his hole. He half moans half ouches. I repeat this over and over again. I am fascinated by the clenching and unclenching and puckering of his hole as I whip it.

As I whip, he loses the grasp of his cheeks, but immediately scrambles to reaffirm it. I love watching him in pain from the whipping, but still submissively pulling his cheeks wide apart for me over and over again in order to submit to my painful stroking. Paradoxically, the worse the whipping, the wider he pulls. Seeing him pulling himself wide for me, waiting for the next whipping stroke, I'm thinking I want to fuck that ass.

I put the crop down.

Me: Are you going to let me fuck you in the ass?
Him: yes ma'am
Me: I'm using Adam, you know that don't you? [Adam is my biggest dildo - realistic looking - large]
Him: yes ma'am.
Me: Are you going to be my little ass bitch, tonight, huh?
Him: oh yes ma'am
Me: Are you going to take it like a woman for me?
Him: yes ma'am
Me: I'm 'gonna flip you over, raise you legs nice and high, and take you missionary style. Will that make you feel like a proper woman, baby?
Him: yes ma'am
Me: Is your ass beaten enough?
Him: yes ma'am
Me: I don't think so. Not yet anyways. Put your hands in front of you and hang on.

david releases his deathgrip on his ass cheeks and puts his hands in front of him. He clutches the covers, knowing what is coming. Knowing that quite a lot may still be coming.

I open the drawer and take out the little souvenir hardwood paddle. I put my left knee up on the bed. I put my left hand down on the small of his back. With my right I pull his lowered panties right down to his knees. Then I start paddling his ass. I count out two hundred strokes to myself in my head. Each one hard and stinging. I get to watch his ass redden to a deep crimson as his knuckles whiten grabbing the bed covers for dear life. About half way through his paddling I get what I want.

Him: No please! No! No more! Please! It hurts!

This is the part where I start to really get excited. I love his begging. I love his begging when I can see the damage I'm doing to his ass! I can feel the sweat on his lower back. I can smell it. I can watch his legs convulse, especially as I paddle the backs of his thighs. Targeting the insides of his thighs when his legs inadvertently spread which makes him clutch them together again. The next time they part, which they do, he gets a harsher lesson. A light paddle stroke to the undersides of his genitals. A gurgling scream and he shuts his legs tightly together. They do not come apart again. Ha Ha! I finish off the padlding to his ass. Hard and fast. His reactions are genuine. My man cries little tears.

I leave him there, in his little puddle of tears. I strip down to just my panties. They are kind of wet. I pull on the strap-on harness over them. I have a big dick now!

Me: Lie on your back, one pillow under your hips.
Him: [says nothing... does as he is told]

I pick up his legs by his ankles and hold them high. I pull the panties up to around his ankles. I stretch them and loop them around his ankles. His ass is really, really red. Dark cherry red.

Me: Hold your legs up like that.
Him: [he holds them up high... like a little slut should]

I walk towards his head, I make him turn and face me. I spread my legs and crouch down so that my cock is at his mouth level. I push towards him, he moves his face to the very edge of the bed and takes me into his mouth. I grab his head and face fuck my little whore. I love the sounds his mouth makes as I face fuck him. Little gurgling sounds, mixed in with the occasional gagging sound when I "accidentally" go too deep.

He tries to steer me into his cheek. I know his little tricks. I grab him by the throat and squeeze. "OPEN" I tell him. He gets Adam down his throat for his troubles. I make him gag no fewer than five times for his impertinence, until I am satisfied he has learned his lesson. This bitch will learn to deep throat me. By the time I pull out there are more tears in his eyes and he is slobbering like crazy.

Sometime during that intense face fucking he apparently got the idea it was ok to disobey me and drop his feet back down to the bed.

Me: Did I say you could drop your feet?
Him: [he quickly raises his legs again]
Me: Oh no! You need a lesson. [I say as I pick up my paddle again]
Him: No! Please! No More! Please!!!

But there is more. I push down on the backs of his thighs, practically doubling him over. His genitals, his asshole, his deep red ass, and his light red thighs are presented to me in a perfect attitude for a childish diaper position punishment.

I paddle him again. He's lucky he's not getting the strap, but I am feeling generous. I know it hurts him a hell of a lot more when his skin is stretched and tight over his ass and thighs, as it is in this position. But he does still have to learn to not lower his legs during his face fucking. I make sure he learns that lesson. I make sure he learns to obey.

I especially enjoy targeting the relatively virgin insides of his ass crack when he is in this position. I am especially excited spanking him while wearing Adam. It's a big glorious erect cock sticking out in front of me! I make sure to brush his flanks with it as I spank. His own cock is shrivelled pathetically. No competition for Adam at all (nor even at the "best of times" for that matter).

Me: Now hold that fucking pose, you little cunt! If you drop your legs again I'll belt whip your ass in that position until you can't cry anymore! [I grab his cock and balls and roughly pull them out between his legs, so they are sticking out behind him]. And that whipping will be balls out, do you understand me?
Him: Yes Ma'am!

I have great aim, but a balls out whipping terrifies the fuck out of him. I move progressively closer until he can feel the wind whipping at his balls. Haven't missed yet and don't plan to. He still gets scared for some reason, though.

I get the lube. I lube up Adam. Then I lube up his asshole. He is holding his legs nice and high for me! I dribble lube onto his genitals, and I rub some into them as well.

Then I hop up on the bed kneeling in front of him. I slide forward until the tip of my Adam touches his asshole. Then I start gently pushing in. I need to change the angle a couple of times, but then I have it right, and I start slowly exerting the appropriate pressure. david "ows" and complains, but slowly, slowly he starts opening up for me, like a flower, as I keep the pressure on. He knows it goes easier for him if he presses out, as if performing a bowel movement. I can see him straining to do that from the look on his face. Magically he opens up and I pop in. "Ow ow ow Ow" he says, but I hold my ground patiently until the cramping dies down. Then I slowly start fucking my little bitch.

I pull his hips into me as I rock back and forth, fucking his ass. His legs are high with his panties wrapped around his ankles. That is his view: his raised legs and his panties banded around his ankles. He also sees me: my face, my bare breasts, my flat tummy, as I fuck him, slowly and deliberately.

As the fucking proceeds I grab his lubed up cock and balls and rub them gently. I rub my cock in and out of him, scraping by his prostate gently, gently, as I rub up and down the length of his now rigidly erect cock. He moans. What a little slut I have on my hands! Tramp! Whore!

Me: Are you going to squirt for me, baby? Squirt as I rub your clitty and fuck your ass, huh baby?
Him: yeah! oh yeah!
Me: You know that after you squirt I'm going to scoop it up and put it in your mouth and make you swallow every last drop, don't you?
Him: yes
Me: Will you like that? Will you like being a little cum bucket for me?
Him: YES, PLEASE!

I fuck gently and rub his cock hard and I get a nice big juicy squirting for my trouble. I aim his cock towards his face. The first bit gets to his chin, the next ones dribble on his chest and tummy.

I pull out slowly, wrapping Adam in paper towels I had handy and taking my harness off carefully.

Me: Keep holding you legs up, baby, you're a bit messy back there.

That always embarrasses him, knowing that! I have some baby wipes in the dresser drawer, bought specifically for this purpose. I clean him like a baby and wrap the soiled wipes into the paper towels.

When he is clean, I move up to his chest and I use my hands to scoop up the cum and push it into his eager mouth. He licks and sucks my fingers dry, and swallows it all down. I tell him to clean my Adam thoroughly and to take a shower. He is to be quick about, he has pussy and ass licking duties waiting for him immediately upon his return!

Today's Edge - Repeats

Today's edge had me thinking about a couple old articles I read some time ago.  I'm fairly certain I have shared them with MBB before.  These have a huge effect on my mind.

From the book "Female Domination":

Occasionally my husband will require correction. Lately we have been using a technique called Riding the Horse and I learned about it on the Internet. The horse is basically a bench with a beam. The idea is that he is made to stand with his male sexual organs resting on a pointed, but not actually sharp, wooden board as he straddles the beam. The board is just a little too high, so that having both feet flat on the floor is just too painful. His hands are usually handcuffed behind him and attached to the ceiling by rope, forcing his body to lean slightly forward, which exposes primarily the perineum and his organs to the pointed beam. Time becomes the big enemy, since eventually his leg muscles tire and he must adjust positions to relieve the stress.  But that just causes new stress and pressure, so there needs to be another shift, and so on. It creates a downward spiral where shifting becomes more and more frequent. All the while his organs are being raked across the pointed beam.

When he gets to the point where he is shifting continuously, he is now properly Riding the Horse.  It usually requires just under an hour for him to get to that point and during that build up time we have some very productive discussions. Once he is fully Riding, it becomes impossible to have a coherent conversation since his mind is pretty much occupied.  Sometimes I have him wear high heels, which both increases his discomfort, and makes a really great sound. The time he is made to ride depends upon the infraction being corrected. The pain level is obviously intense which is, of course, the point. A session on the Horse makes him very penitent.

By the way, I recently began introducing him to the idea of cuckolding. He put up a bit of fuss (for him) at first, but a session on the Horse can be very persuasive. The great thing about the Horse is that it requires hardly any effort from me. Time and weight, physics if you will, do all the work. In fact, the only effort required from me is to make it stop, and I have all the time it takes. We also use other punishments, but the Horse is fast becoming my preferred correction instrument.

How to make the Horse:

The horse is SUCH a wonderful addition for any female dominant household! In its simplest form, the "horse" is basically a sturdy saw horse with a pointed cross beam. Please share the photos with whomever you wish.

As for where ours came from, we adapted it from an existing saw horse -- which is useful for so many household projects. Our saw horse is very sturdy -- not one of those collapsible kind that some people have. All we added to this were uprights at either end, made from 1"x4" wood screwed deeply (at least 1.5" screws) into the horse. The cross beam was cut from a 1"x6" (I think) piece of wood using an angled blade on the table saw. It is a couple of feet long. The angle itself is about 30 degrees and is sanded just enough to remove splinters, but it is still rough. The cross beam is attached to the added upright pieces also with long screws.

The height is by trial and error. It must be high enough to ensure that at least one barefooted heel is off the ground at all times. (If you require the man to wear 5" high spikey heels, as I sometimes do, then
both heel points can rest on the ground. The pressure on his feet and calves should be enough to soon get him squirming. I add blocks of wood under the saw horse to make up the additional needed height). I believe that it is best if the "rider's" feet are about shoulder width apart. Our horse has rails near the bottom for this purpose, and to use as a tie point for the ankles. An ankle spreader would work just as well. Fasten his hands behind his back or in the front to his collar, or to a ceiling rope. Either way, you must ensure that he cannot use his hands or arm strength to relieve any of the pressure from the cross beam. It is that pressure, and the eventual need to shift it from one contact point to another, that will do the work.

The "horse" may not seem like it is doing anything at all for the first many minutes. But just give it time. He should be going clipity-clopity within an hour or so. Your experience may vary. A blindfold will also "enhance" his experience.

From Janet W:

Dear Elise, I wanted to share with you and your readers, especially the women, that technology can greatly assist a woman as she dominates her husband. I know some women complain that D&S is too time consuming and that men need too much domination in the bedroom in order for them to be obedient outside the bedroom. That is where technology and the use of gadgets can greatly help.

One example is strap-on play. There are devices available over the internet or at fetish shows known as “Fucking machines”. There are different types from hand held devices to elaborate machines. We have one that runs by motor and it has different stroke settings. Now I like strap-on play and we still do it the old way but sometimes I want to dominate my husband without having to go through the physically demanding workout of strap-on play. I want to use strap-on play as a discipline and the machine can go longer and harder than I can.

I will make my husband get naked on the bed and I will bind him in the desired position, either bent over something or on his back with his ankles fastened to the bed canopy post. I will use my fingers to lubricate him and then I will position the machine so that the dildo is against his anus. I guide the dildo into him and once I am sure it is in the proper position, I turn on the machine and it will fuck him for as long as I want.

If it is a D&S session, I might straddle his face and have him pleasure me or I might utilize other implements like whips and what not while he is being fucked by the machine. But there are many times the machine does all the work as I just observe. I do not leave him unattended but I might talk on the phone while I sit on his face or I might just sit there and read or I might just observe. It is easy on me and I love it when he gets to that place where he begs me to stop the machine. I can adjust the RPM and make it faster and more intense.

I can also control it with a remote control. I love to get him to the edge of orgasm and then turn it off. Then I will wait a minute or two and turn it back on. I can go back and forth like this which really drives him crazy. I can also get him to where he agrees to about anything I want. The fucking machine is great for both rewarding and disciplining a man.

Another device I like to use is a remote control cock ring that transmits electrical shocks. I can discipline my husband while he is doing chores or while he is pleasuring me by shocking his genitals at the touch of a button.

We had a spanking machine. It was a motorized device that swung a paddle and I could set the frequency and the harshness of the paddle. I could paddle him long and hard without ever getting out of my chair. Unfortunately that device broke and we have yet to fix it.

My point is that it is possible to discipline a man and have D&S sessions with a man without exerting much energy. Technology makes that possible and there are more and more devices being invented all the time. A woman can lay back and have her slave orally pleasure her and with a remote control she can spank him, fuck him, shock him, administer an enema (we did this before with a timed device that released the pre-determined amount of water in an enema bag into the enema nozzle that was inserted in his rectum), or whatever the imagination can come up with.