Your Perfect Moment

[James Blandings]

Have you ever had the experience, either as a dominant or a submissive, in which for just one moment, everything was exactly perfect?

Here is one that happened to me.
I was domming a wonderful lady, and we had talked at length about the cane and how she wanted it but was scared terribly of it at the same time. (I think others here have described similar feelings). But she really wanted to experience it.
I had her bent over the end of a bondage bench with her ankles cuffed to the legs and her wrists tied to the end with her arms stretched above her head. We played for quite some while flogging and paddling, until I knew she was flying.
I stopped and just stayed silent for a few minutes. Then I said to her "Tell me what you want" She didnt say anything for a while, then she spoke but I could barely hear her. So I asked her again. She hesitated but then she said "I want the cane Sir". The second the words came out of her mouth, I took a full swing and laid a perfect cane strip across her ass, about 1 inch above the crease of her thighs.
She howled at the top of her lungs and came up so hard that the front feet of the bench came off the floor. I waited while she sobbed and panted and tried to catch her breath.
When she had calmed down a litle bit I bent down close to her ear and whisperd.
"Ask for another one."
She moaned loudly and sobbed a little, but after a minute she whispered so I could barely hear her "Please Sir may I have another?"
That moment was perfect. She was perfectly submissive and I felt perfectly dominanat. It was a moment I will never forget.

 

[Daddyslilpet]

I've been trying to think of a specific moment that was just absolutely perfect for me, and I'm finding many of them. I'll try to pick one though...

I think for me the one that is standing out the most in my mind is when my Master told me how great it was for Him when He tells me to kneel and I just drop to my knees before Him. He tells me I have a look in my eyes that says to Him "I'm submitting to you because I want to and love you". So for me knowing I'm pleasing Him is the best moment I can think of.

I'm not sure what look He's talking about....lol.

dixi

 

[cymbidia]

A perfect submissive moment

I was sitting on the edge of my bathtub, naked, waiting.

He was at the vanity, cleaning the instruments and rings, laying them out on sterile cotton, talking quietly about the nipple piercings he was going to do on me. His voice, always smoothly erotic to me anyway, seemed almost hypnotic. My inhibitions were nonexistant and i trusted him in every way one person could trust another, to all the depth i was capable of trusting my dominant.

He moved to me and bathed one of my nippples in a disinfectant solution. "You're beautiful," he whipered, his lips brushing mine. "I love you."

I felt deeply mired in a narrowly focused reality, a time and place in which only this bathroom, him, and me existed. I felt the air moving into and out of my lungs as i breathed, and felt his hands, so sure and gentle, on my skin.

He pressed the pircing forceps around my areola and closed them slowly. They were tight on my skin, cold, impersonal - and so - wildly erotic. I whimpered and lifted my eyes, seeking his. In them i found an answering flare of heat and need.

"The needle now," he whispered. "Be still. Be strong. Let me see it."

His eyes dropped and he centered the 12 gauge piercing needle on the tiny dot he'd marked just behind my nipple, on my areola. I moaned as he pushed the exceedingly sharp tip into my skin.

He lifted his eyes and stared into mine again, a rush of pleasure and emotion coloring his features. He continued to push the needle into my body, slowly, slowly, seeking my response and my heat.

I moaned again, the pain wrapping tendrils of heat and need and want across the lanscape of coherent thought and robbing me of any ability to be rational. For now, i was only able to reflect and mirror to him the intensity of the emotions his needle was pulling from my body and mind.

As the needle pushed in further, he periodically dropped his eyes to check that it's progress was straight and true, that it would come out centered on the tiny inked dot on the other side of my areola. But then, always, his eyes would seek mine again and demand my response, all of it, nothing held back.

It poured from me in whimpers, in curses, in small quiet no-movement screams of intense reaction. I embodied the pain, the pleasure, the edge of sensation. I was the perfect submissive to him and he was the perfect dominant for me in those few moments.

And during those few moments, nothing in the world was real but the flow of energy and desire that stitched us together. We were focused. We were one. Each half, dominant and submissive, was made whole in that one perfect moment.

And then the needle was through, and i could breathe and speak, pantingly, haltingly, once more. The perfect moment was at an end, for now.

 

[monster666]

Wow. Great thread.

 

[MzChrista]

I was at this party, not a play party, but still most of the people were kinksters. And I saw this gorgeous chickie across the room, And I sort of stalked around until I got a chance to chat with her, but just for a sec cause we was both with someone else. But after that our eyes kept meeting. One point I caught her eye across the room and she made a big show out of uncrossing her legs for me and showing off her white panties.
So later I was getting ready to go, and I saw she went in the bathroom. I went and stood outside the door. When she started to open it, I stepped inside.Shut the door behind me. She just stood there looking nervous.
I just said to her "Take off your panties." And she did it, and I thought holy shit I cant believe this is working.
So I motioned her to hand me her panties. And I had a magic marker in my coat pocket so I took it out and I wrote my phone number on her panties. Then I stepped up to her, shoved them into the top of her blouse and klssed her real hard.
I said "call me" and walked out.
And she did, and it was tres cool.
That moment in that bathroom I always remember was perfect.

 

[Desdemona]

We had been alternating D/s play and making love off and on all afternoon. He was spooning me; gently teasing my pussy and playing with my ass. As I felt his erection growing, he growled in my ear: "On your knees. Now". I assumed the position with my face resting on the mattress. For a long while, he teased me with a light anal penetration alternated with well placed spanks. His cock was thicker than anything I'd ever taken before and the burning sensation was intense. The combination of sensations was driving me almost mad with desire and he knew it. Grasping my hips, he began slowly thrusting deeper and deeper. When he was completely buried in my ass, he pulled my head up by the hair and in a very hoarse voice asked: "Who do you belong to"? I barely managed to answer his question before the orgasm washed over me.

Damn, I'm hot just thinking about it.

 

[DustyWolfe]

Not yet, but I am sure that Jen and I will experience this by the end of the month

 

[RisiaSkye]

perfect moments for an imperfect switch

sub:
We were staying in a fairly tony hotel room in Phoenix, the place where he would be hosting his best friend's bachelor party only a day later. We spent the afternoon avoiding the summer heat in air conditioned spaces, until neither of us could stand the suspense anymore. Then we went to the tack shop we'd found on the 'net from our SoCal home.

Walking in the door, it smelled like leather and cheap grain, reminding me of horse riding lessons as a girl, reminding him of endless high school summers spent working as a ranch hand. We walked through the store, touching the saddles, savoring the feel and smell of the leather and saddle soap. We looked at fly-slappers (horsehair mini-whips, nasty mean things) and bridles, elaborate reigns (I've got a teensy little Pony-girl thing going in my fantasy life), and a huge assortment of crops.

I picked up the crop that I couldn't ignore--a finely braided black leather casing wound around a steel coil, with a tight hard 3" flash. A cruel toy, merciless and exact. A Master's crop.

He reached for my hand, and I had no choice but to look him in the eye--I could feel his stare boring into me. He gently took it from my hand, and flexed it in his, not looking at the crop but rather scrutinizing me. I was in agony, embarassed and scared and unbelievably, almost painfully aroused. The clerk was perhaps intrigued but conspicuously not staring.

Still standing perhaps 3 yards from the clerk's little counter, he told me to turn around and face away from him. I looked at the clerk again, then back to him. Trying to laugh and make it a joke or game, I turned, horribly aware of the clerk, of my blindness in that moment, and of just how hard it was for me to do this--how much he was pushing me. I heard the crop flash through the air and it landed, hard. I bit my lip rather than cry out, hard enough to taste the copper where my teeth brought a thin line of blood.

He reached for my hand and pulled me to the counter with him. My ass was on fire, I was sweating more than I could even blame on the Phoenix summer, my face was burning red all the way to my ears, and I was desperate for him. Without looking at me, he told the clerk "This'll do." She smirked and rang it up ($4.25 with tax. gods bless ranchers) silently. Still holding my hand, he gave her five dollars from his pocket and told me to take the change.

He pulled me with him out of the store, stopping to lean me back against the glass panes of the front entrance and kiss me long and hard. Then he took me back to the hotel and we learned all about that crop, which remains at the top of my "oh No! oh Yessss!" list. Much more happened that night, but that was the encounter that sealed it for me, that was when I felt my submission most primally--a private and self-conscious woman like me, exposed as a kink and a sub in that tiny tack shop in the middle of the Arizona desert. And I didn't take off one piece of clothing, nor was there any directly sexual touching.

Domme:
MM fears this very stiff, hard slapper that I absolutely adore but wanted to experience it, to understand what I see in it. (One side has three cut-outs of hearts that, if one desires, can be used to leave a very cute little pattern on the skin after a solid blow.) I turned him on his stomach and told him what was coming, and offered him the chance to be bound...to be freed from controlling his movements when I worked him harder than he's accustomed to wanting.

He wanted it, needed it, that freedom. So, I attached him to the posts of the brass bed but left him plenty of play in the chain. Then, I slowly warmed his back, legs, shoulders and ass with a long steady flogging. When I paused, he was panting, arching his back up and into the blows he sought and expected, craning his neck painfully far in an attempt to see what I was doing.

I came back with the slapper, and I took a D-shaped carabiner (gods bless rock climbers) and shortened his leash, stretching his body full-length, making the rise of his ass over the pillows under his mid-section more obvious, and more pleasing to me.

"Whose are you?"
"Yours. Your boy. Please..."
"What do you want?"
"To be yours. Please, make me yours."

And then a hard blow left a stripe of hearts across his gorgeous ass. He screamed, then whimpered, clutching the few loose links of chain in his hands, pulling against the frame of the bed. I could feel the word "yellow" dancing across the front of his brain, but it remained unspoken.

I ran my cool fingertips over the imprinted hearts, tracing them slowly, then ran my fingers down to stroke his exposed sac and the throbbing trail of glands just around his testicles. He pushed back against me, and I knew he was hard and desperate for release.

Another stripe, just beneath the first. He shuddered silently, thrusting into the satin pillowcase underneath his body. He came not then, but when I touched him again. And he came sobbing gently, calling my name.

That was when I knew--I don't think I can ever give up The Switch. It's too rich and complex, from both sides.

 

[CarolineOh]

I think I'm going to take this thread to bed with me tonight!

 

[cymbidia]

I think I'm going to take this thread to bed with me tonight!

Me, too.
Man!
The temps are up in northern CA, i can tell you that.

 

[Desdemona]

Me, too.
Man!
The temps are up in northern CA, i can tell you that.

Not only is the temp up, its getting sorta *humid* down here in the south!

 

[cymbidia]

Okay.
It's official.
I want to be RS and MM when i grow up.





edited to add - and they're pretty people, too. They look good together, not that i've seen much, but MM was strutting around with his shirt off that last night i was there. Nice. Very nice. (Hell yes i looked. Think i'm made of stone? Me? Not look? Come on!)

 

[cellis]

Not only is the temp up, its getting sorta *humid* down here in the south!

LOL! How right you are Des!

 

[James Blandings]

A tale from the sub side:

Some of you may remember that I posted a while ago that when I was younger I served as a houseboy to a gay couple.
They would have frequent parties at which I would fetch drinks, serve food, and if requested, give sexual service to my masters or the guests.
I remember a moment at one party. It was towards the end of the evening, and there were about a half dozen or so guests still there, sitting around the living room chatting. I was kneeling at my master Walter's feet, naked, just relaxing, but ready if he needed anything. I remember that the conversation was about a trip they were planning in a few weeks to the cabin my master's owned up north. While they were talking, I felt my master's hands on my shoulders. He pushed me down so that my head and shoulders were on the floor and my ass high in the air. He reached down and began fondling my balls and my cock, all the while continuing his conversation.
Suddenly, he took me by the hips and pulled me towards him. His cock pressed against my asshole, and popped inside, sliding deep into me.I began moving back and forth, feeling him slide in and out of me , while he continued his conversation as if nothing was happening out of the ordinary. None of the guests acted as if they noticed that he was fucking me up the ass while he talked to them.
I was trying not to make noise but couldnt help moaning. My cock was throbbing. After a few minutes I heard my master say "Excuse me a second" to the guests. Then he reached around and grabbed my cock and stroked it while giving me several hard thrusts, cumming in my ass. I came a few seconds later. He pulled out of me, took a second to catch his breath, and rejoined his conversation. I rose to my kneeling position. He tapped me on the shoulder, gestured to where I had ejaculated on the floor, said "clean that up" then turned right back to his friends.
For those few minutes I didn't exist for any reason except to get him off, and he acted as if even that was of no major concern. That brought out intense feelings of submissiveness in me and I remember them clearly twenty years later.

 

[Guest]

Risia's not too bright

Okay.
It's official.
I want to be RS and MM when i grow up.





edited to add - and they're pretty people, too. They look good together, not that i've seen much, but MM was strutting around with his shirt off that last night i was there. Nice. Very nice. (Hell yes i looked. Think i'm made of stone? Me? Not look? Come on!)

Ooh, girl you are bad! He's gonna blush like hell when he sees that, and I know you knew it when you posted it. But, I'll forgive ya cuz you said we're pretty.

(edited because I wasn't logged in, and I thought I ought to sign my post. *snarf* )

RS

 

[cymbidia]

Re: Risia's not too bright

He's gonna blush like hell when he sees that, and I know you knew it when you posted it.

~snickering~
Uh huh. Doesn't make it any less true, though.
I think a blushing MM would be a sight to behold, actually.
Take pics?

 

[monster666]

And no nipple count? Oh, that was MM, not RS!

Okay.
It's official.
I want to be RS and MM when i grow up.





edited to add - and they're pretty people, too. They look good together, not that i've seen much, but MM was strutting around with his shirt off that last night i was there. Nice. Very nice. (Hell yes i looked. Think i'm made of stone? Me? Not look? Come on!)

 

[WillowPuss]

There have been a number of 'perfect moments' but I will describe the latest.


First, some background. e have two teenagers - who true to form - think parents should be well past all the lovely dovey and sex stuff. Mean to say ... at our ages - ought to know better!

Soooooo ... when Robuck decides he wants me, and the kids are in the house, I have to be silent. And this is not an easy task as I am a whimperer, a moaner and groaner when I am 'gone'.


Today, when I should have been making lunch, he decided that I needed to orgasm. I was sitting in my usual place at his side whilst he was using the computer. His hand snaked up my skirt and he fingered me to orgasm. A long shuddering one as I bit my lip in an effort to keep quite. He allowed me to climb down a little before starting again. I was up the mountain quicker this time and my breath was getting ragged.

This was repeated for half an hour. By that time, my skirt was up round my waist, by bra pulled down and I couldn't have cared who walked in on us.

Right at that moment, He could have done anything, anywhere to me and I wouldn't have blinked.

I was His to do with as He wanted.

 

[Andreina]

great thread! no such experiences from my side yet but I'm sure they will come

 

[CarolineOh]

This has been a wonderful thread and I have enjoyed each post, but I am especially moved by Willow's tender story. It touchs my heart. She wrote of no toys or implements, no elaborate scenarios, just of a man and a woman and their love. A perfect moment indeed, dear Willow. Thank you, thank all of you, for sharing.

 

[Shadowsdream]

ONE of My perfect moments was the day I met My ex fem sub in R/T for the first time after having known each other online and by telephone for 2 years.

My male sub had flown her from Calgary and Me from Vancover and himself from New York for a meeting in Chicago. I would decide if this woman would be Mine or not at the end of this holiday.

They arrived before Me and were both waiting at the reception area of the airlines. As always he was smiling shyly but when I looked into her eyes I saw her tears begin to shine as she fought for her composure. I could see every insecurity she had ever known run through her as she was held immobile where she stood.

I walked up to them and kissed My male toy to show I was glad to see him and then turned to her. My hand went into her hair at the base of the neck and I pulled her lips to Mine. I tasted her tears through the kiss and felt the tremble of relief in her body as she fell into My arms sobbing.

When I pulled her head back to look into her eyes I saw the most beautiful soft eyes on the edge of subspace.

Even making My male prove he was wearing panties and the female prove she was not, in the taxi, paled to the first moments that I met her.

 

[cellis]

I don't know that I have had that one defining moment yet. But something happened yesterday that still takes my breath away.

He had used the new flogger for a warm up. I was having a terrible time trying to get into it. My skin was sensitive, every stroke was like fire. I had a headache. I almost told him to stop. When it happened. I just lost myself in the moment. I found my space and felt myself slowly sinking.

We had been playing for some time... me breasts bound, hands and feet bound to separate spreader bars. My hands were going to sleep and cold and he redid the bar and moved it behind my back. Then he pulled me to him, blind folded, hands and feet bound. He pressed my head against his chest when I felt the first blow across my back and then another. He unbuttoned his shirt and put my mouth to his breast as he continued to use the flogger.

Suddenly, he lifted the blindfold, pull my head back by the hair on my head and looked into my eyes and asked, "Who do you belong to?" Looking into his eyes, "You, I belong to you." And then he took my breath from me and gave me his.

 

[WillowPuss]

*bump*

This is what it is all about!