Sex and the Senses
I love the senses. All of them, actually. I love to blindfold my slaves and bind their hands then take them on a journey of the senses, using each one to explore the erotic capabilities they all have.
Hearing
We would start with auditory. I would choose a playlist for my submissive and place the headphones on him after blindfolding him. The music would be soft and soothing at first, but as the playlist progressed, the tempo would increase until the submissive was fully immersed in the music. I would watch as his body began to sway to the beat, his breathing becoming more rapid. Naturally, I chose music that drove home the fact I was the woman in charge, the mistress, the Queen. He definitely got the message that he was being subjected to my will by the subject of the music and the intense beat.
Tasting
Next, I would move on to the sense of taste. I would place different flavors on his tongue, each one more intense than the last. The flavors ranged from the sweetness of a strawberry to a very bitter dark chocolate and even hot sauce, and the submissive would never know what to expect. The anticipation alone was enough to send shivers do
wn his spine. Since he was blindfolded, it was great fun to slide my finger deep into my wet pussy and let him lick the juices from my fingers. Sometimes they would know immediately that they were tasting me, and sometimes not. Everyone’s senses are different and some of our senses are stronger than others by far.
Smelling
Then came the sense of smell. I would use different scents, some pleasant and some not-so-pleasant, to awaken his olfactory senses. The scent of lavender would relax him, while the scent of tea tree oil would invigorate him. A fun fact here is that I consider myself a perfume whore. I love luxurious perfumes. A couple of my favorites at the moment are Good Girl, by Caroline Herrera and Flowerbomb by Viktor & Rolf. They are so sexy and swoon-worthy. It’s fun to spray perfume on a cloth and hold it under my subbie’s nose, telling him to smell it, inhale it. Then, I hold an onion under his nose to watch him suffer the tears. I could also decide to stick my sweaty stocking feet under his nose. That’s right, inhale.
Touching
Finally, we would come to the sense of touch. The sense of touch is a big one of course and when I think of the sense of touch I think of fur and feathers. I once had a pair of fur gloves that I loved to use when I was playing with a subbie and introducing them to sensory deprivation. I would run the soft fur over his body, teasing him with gentle touches and light tickles. Sometimes I would surprise him with ice being slowly trickled onto his hot skin. The feathers were in the form of a few peacock feathers I kept in a vase next to my bed. I would tease and tickle him with those feathers until his breath was almost panting. His skin would come alive with sensation, and I would watch as he squirmed and writhed beneath me.
But tonight, I had something different in mind. I had acquired a special toy that I knew would take our sensory play to a whole new level. I pulled out a small box and placed it on the table beside him.
“Are you ready for the next level?” I whispered in his ear.
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
I opened the box and pulled out a small but powerful vibrator. I turned it on and traced it over his body, starting at his neck and moving down to his chest. He moaned as the vibrations coursed through his body.
I moved the toy lower, teasing him as I went. When I reached his waist and saw his skin start to jump as he emitted a gasp of pleasure.
“Please, Mistress,” he begged. “Don’t stop, please”
“Beg me, tell me what you want,” I ordered.
“Please, Mistress,” he begged. “Let me cum.”
“Not just yet,” I cooed as I turned the toy off. I slipped it into his ass crack, teasing him with it. He squirmed beneath me and I could hear how much he wanted it.
He was going to have to beg for it.
“Beg me, slave,” I said as I moved the toy backward and forwards along his crack, getting to within an inch of his aching hole, but not entering. “Beg me to let you cum.”
“Please, Mistress,” he begged. “Please, let me cum.”
“Say please, and say please what,” I teased.
He begged and begged, and I finally allowed him to cum, but only after I had made him beg me for permission.
I love the sense of power that comes with denying my slaves. Telling him that he cannot cum until I allow him to is very erotic to me. I love the way he quivers with desire beneath me. I love the look of desperation in his voice, no matter how much he tries to hide it. I love the fact that I’m the one who controls his pleasure and I love making my slaves work harder for it.
And that’s what I do. I am a Domme, and I love to make men work for my pleasure. It’s a power trip, plain and simple.
I realize sensory deprivation is not for the beginner. It takes practice and patience. Do you think you have what it takes to endure the torture?
