The Art of Masturbation: Why You Belong on Your Knees (and on Your Own)

Let’s be entirely honest, pet: there is great power in control.  Of course, true control isn’t just about what I do to you; it’s about how I direct your desires to eventually consume you.  When I tell you that you will be hearing my voice in your ear for hours after our session, I’m not lying.  It’s a fact.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about the exquisite thrill of guided masturbation.  Many submissives think serving a Mistress means never touching  themselves in pleasure until granted permission and even then it’s few and far between.  While denial has its place in the femdom play world, there is wicked satisfaction in me ordering you to touch yourself.  I especially love giving you very specific instructions on stopping and starting and stopping again while your mistress gets to diddle away as much as she pleases, for as long as she pleases.

If you haven’t experienced the thrill of a shared, directed solo session, let me break down exactly why this belongs in your routine.

There is nothing like knowing my submissive is entirely consumed by their arousal, acting only under my command.  I get to direct your body’s response to your own touch.  It’s a masterclass in what makes you tick, and believe me, I’m a great student.  It’s very important for me to pay attention to every detail of your arousal so that I can gauge when to slow things down and when to speed them back up.  Wrapped in the satisfaction of your complete surrender to the moment and listening to your beautiful moans and groans, that’s the key to a great session for me.

In standard play, it’s easy to get caught up in the physical mechanics of the act. Directed masturbation strips away the clumsiness and leaves the mental and sensory connection pure, as it should be.

I set the rhythm. If I tell you to stroke slowly, you will count out your strokes for me so I can determine if the pace is correct. If I tell you to hold your breath and freeze, you don’t move a muscle until I give the word. We are perfectly in sync, yet the hierarchy remains absolute.

Let’s talk about the real meat of the session: orgasm control.  I am the conductor of your climax.  The director of your pleasure, or your frustration and maybe even your pain.

“Bring yourself to the absolute brink, pet. Now stop. Hands on your head and take a deep breath.”

The psychological weight of having your own hand ready to take you over the edge, only to freeze because my voice commanded it? That is pure, unadulterated submission. You learn that your body doesn’t even belong to you when your fingers are the ones on it.

It’s low-stress for me, highly stimulating for you, and deepens our erotic bond without needing a dungeon full of toys.

I call that the best kind of play.  If an organic jack off instruction session with a controlling femdom is what you desire, look no further.