My wife Amelie is incredible as a Domme and she wears the cloak of power with style and grace. We generally switch between roles for each play session, but I know that Amelie finds dominance to be extremely seductive and arousing. She’s also damned good at it and her technique with our kinky toys and tools is excellent.
The brain is a powerful sex toy
To me, 90% of BDSM is mental and emotional and that’s where Amelie really shines. She has several amazing personae that she draws from. All of them leave me hard, wanting, and totally ready to please her. I really try to be, as Dan Savage expressed so well, ‘good, giving, and game to try.’ But truly, it goes much deeper than that. As my Domina, Amelie brings out the best in me and I don’t really even need to think about it. We just are.
Not long ago in the cocoon of our cozy play room that I experienced a blinding flash of clarity. You might call it an epiphany, or an AHA moment. It doesn’t matter because the sensation was so powerful that it filled me with light. Here’s how it happened.
We started with me on our Saint Andrew’s Cross, naked except for my rubber harness, cuffs and collar. Amelie had expertly applied clamps to my nipples and the underside of my cock. Her first words were, “When we’re finished in here, I’m taking you into the bedroom and you’re gonna fuck me from behind. If you don’t do a good job, I’ll stop and make you watch me masturbate and you won’t be able to come.” I was like, “Please, where do I sign up for this!?!?”
Amelie started with a feather all over the front of my body, transitioned to a dragon’s tail and finished with a heavy flogger on my back, ass and legs. She was in this encouraging, dominant, coaching role that I absolutely adore. All the time, she told me what I good boy I was and how proud of me she was. My skin was tingling from the impact play and my spirit was in the room, but also out floating somewhere. We were totally in that groove where time stops and nothing exists outside of our play space.
I don’t have a clue how long we stayed that way, but finally, Amelie ordered me to mount the spanking bench. Happily, I complied and she chained my wrists. It’s possible that she used a leather strap around my torso to secure me, but I’m not 100% sure about that. (Not that I wanted to go anywhere…) She also strapped me into a ball gag, which was so fucking hot that I almost burst into flames!
So there I was floating on some astral plain locked onto the bench. Amelie inserted two fingers in my asshole and began to massage my prostate gland. She did that for a while, and added a wand vibrator on my balls. Pretty soon, I was moaning in ecstasy as these incredible sensations arced through me.
At one point, Amelie pressed down on my prostate and began to bump it with her fingertips. I felt my orgasm edging close and mumbled through the gag, “I’m gonna come.” She stopped for a second and then went to my balls with the wand again. I was so close and I could feel the pre-come running out of my cock. At this point, I would have done pretty much anything she wanted.
Amelie asked me me I wanted to orgasm on the bench and I went, “Uh-uh.” She worked a nice butt plug into my ass, and said, “Now I’m gonna let you fuck me, but you better keep that plug in.” She walked to the front of the bench to unchain my wrists and her pussy was only a few inches from my face. She said just two words: ‘Smell me.”
I strained to bury my nose in the cleft between Amelie’s thighs. Gagged as I was, drool ran from the corner of my mouth onto the floor. The plug in my ass pressed right against my prostate, and my entire crotch was a mass of pleasure.
Our own private world
As I got my nose right in there, I breathed in deeply, like a drowning man that’s just been pulled from the sea. My efforts were rewarded with the warm, oceany smell of Amelie’s arousal and it carried me away. I felt the erotic energy crackling between us. Mixed in with the intoxicating aroma of woman, I also smelled just the hint of Amelie’s sweet perfume. And then she said in a warm voice full of emotion: “You are such a good boy.”
I was a good boy.
Then it hit me like a train. This was it, what BDSM was all about; this moment, strapped onto a bench with a plug in my ass, face buried in my wife’s crotch, moments away from fucking her from behind. A rush of feelings flooded my heart and spirit and a part of me wished it could go on forever. I had never been happier in my life and I felt a profound sense of peace and joy.
I’m sure a scientist would chalk it up to an endorphin rush or some such. But it was a amazing moment and I was so happy, I nearly broke into tears. My Domina had uttered six simple words during a long, intense play date. We went on to an incredible, primal, multi-orgasmic fuck session and that was another fantastic series of sensations and emotions.
What made it all perfect was that I was a good boy. Thank you my darling Amelie.
Mark, male half of the HKC