So it’s a learning process. In this case, it worked; he did have a bit of free time in the evening. He asked me if it was for HNT pictures. It wasn’t, but I thought it would make a nice addition…

I got home from work and we ate, then I asked if he was still available for a bit of downtime with me. He said he had a few things to finish and we agreed to meet again at 7.

At 6:45, I got up and closed all the curtains. I went through our toy box and selected a collar and some handcuffs, which I set aside for later use. I then went to the bathroom and stripped down to my underwear. Finally ready, I went back to my little computer corner and sat down, waiting for BT. When he showed up a couple of minutes later, he gave my barely clad body an appreciative look and immediately made a comment about what I was wearing. I took the advantage to point out that he was way too dressed and that I wanted him naked. “Naked naked?” he asked. Well, yeah!

While he was taking off his clothes, I grabbed the collar. I waited until he was nude, then I put it around his neck. Next came the handcuffs. He didn’t question, he put his hands behind his back and I restrained him. He can be quite well behaved.

I sat down on the couch and dropped a cushion on the floor in front of me. He knew enough to kneel on it, without needing to be told. I moved closer to him and grabbed his cock, which went from flaccid to f*cking hard in about 3 seconds. Excellent!

I rubbed a bit, then brought my lips close to his ear and whispered “Don’t you dare cum!” Of course, I was aware that this alone would probably bring him even closer to the edge. He was dripping profusely, enough that it started acting as a lubricant and making my job that much easier.

All of a sudden, my phone, which was next to me on the arm of the couch, started ringing. I looked at it and said “I won’t get that.” But after a couple of rings, I changed my mind. I decided that taking the call while still fondling my handcuff Boy Toy would be pretty hot. So I answered. It was my cell phone provider, trying to sell me some sort of new service (GAH!). The guy started by asking me how I was doing, trying to make conversation before offering me anything, so it was a few moments before I could reasonably say “Not interested” and hang up, all the while jerking BT off.

By then, he was pretty lost, begging me to let him cum. Instead, I stopped, because I knew he couldn’t hold it much longer. I removed my panties and sat back, wanting him to go down on me. When he saw that, he thrust his cock forward and said something like, why not fuck instead? I sat forward again and quickly guided him in, let him thrust once or twice, then backed off. I knew this was all he could take.

He really CAN be a good boy: as soon as I sat back, he went right down on me. It felt amazing but I was a bit distracted, my shoulder and back were hurting me. I think I pulled something this weekend. I don’t know if it’s the same for guys, or even other girls, but I can’t really cum if I’m distracted. But I wanted my orgasm, so I resorted to a different tactic. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into me, grinding my pussy on his mouth. That worked beautifully.

BT’s work was done. I got up, picked up a washcloth in the bathroom and wiped his mouth, which was dripping with my juices. Then I uncuffed him and we sat together for a few minutes, relaxing. He told me he wasn’t sure he could hold until Friday. I felt a little bad, since I am punishing him for breaking a “rule” I didn’t really establish first, so I told him if he was really, really good, I might let him cum before then. He said he was good now (which was true) but I still want to make him wait a bit… This is just too much fun.

We took a few pictures for HNT, then he went back to work.

Today, he wrote again that he really needed to cum soon, that just rubbing on the bedsheets this morning brought him close to bursting. Oh, how I love his desperation and begging!

So we ate and talked. Then we moved on to the couch, where we talked some more. After a while, I laid down and put my head on his lap, and he put his hand in my pants. He started playing around with his finger, then asked “Is this the spot?” I laughed and teased him, telling him that after 2 years and a half, he sure should know where my clitoris is… But the truth is, he was slightly off. This just goes to show how rarely he uses his fingers only on me. It’s usually intercourse or his tongue, which do the job beautifully, thank you.

I put my hand over his, guiding his finger to just the right little spot, and I found myself suddenly buckling under the onslaught of sensation. Boy Toy continued exploring, using my body’s reactions to guide him, with my occasional suggestions, until I came nice and hard. A nice, intimate moment which was interrupted by his phone ringing: his friend wanted to know if he’d come hang out.

Boy Toy told him he would “check with the boss”. He put the phone aside and asked me if he could go. This is when I remembered that he told me, a few days before, that he was ready to get back into kinky stuff. I also thought back to our conversation just before, when we’d been talking about properly “training” him. I has asked him if some of his exes trained him, and how. He wasn’t very elaborate on this one, implying that it should be up to me.

I took a quick decision and told him: “You can go, but if you go, you get no orgasm for a week.” After all, he was cutting our nice evening together short, AND he forgot to invite me along to his friend’s. You see, I kinda want to teach him thoughtfulness. It doesn’t matter that I didn’t really want to go and quite enjoyed having some time to myself. He still didn’t think of me, and, well, I just love denying him. The fact that his last orgasm was about a week before only adds to the fun, really.

He cringed but took the phone back and told his friend he’d be on his way soon. I guess he REALLY wanted out of the house

Next morning, in the shower together, I made sure to get him as close to cuming as I could. He was VERY hard and begged me to let him cum. I would gently massage his cock, going faster and faster until I felt he was on the verge, and then I’d stop. I was behind him, with my arms wrapped around his strong, muscular body. After a while, he turned towards me and tried finding a position in which we could fuck, which is not exactly easy standing in the shower, facing each other. He managed it for a bit, until I stopped him because it was just too arduous. I turned my back to him and took his hand, guiding him between my legs.

This is something I really enjoy, feeling his body enveloping me, one hand working on my clit, the other busy pinching my nipple (I’ve realized since I’m with Boy Toy that I really like getting my nipples pinched when I’m horny). I usually feel his hard cock between my legs, sometimes fucking, sometimes not. This time, we weren’t fucking; this was for me, not him. That thought alone got me quite excited and it wasn’t long at all before I came.

Earlier today, I asked him if he was itching to cum, yet, and he said “Don’t mention it!!! It’s been on my mind.”

This should be an interesting week!

While I am toying with the notion, I’m coming up with a few ideas of things to have him do during his service. I’m thinking of assignments, perhaps one assignment a day. It could be a different one every day, which I would only reveal at the time he has to perform his task, or it could be a list of 3 or 4 tasks which he would have to memorize. I could then say something like “Ok, time for your daily task. Go ahead and do number 3.” Forgetting what said number stands for would grant him punishment. I wonder which is hotter, for a submissive? I imagine it depends on one’s personal preferences, but if anyone has an opinion, I’d love to read it. For me, both sound hot.

Then there is the idea of imposing a certain appearance or posture. When I come home from work, he is almost invariably upstairs working on his computer. There might be something there… Like having to come downstairs to greet me (which he doesn’t always do, sometimes he’s deep in his code). I think I’d like him to come kneel in front of me and stay in position until I release him. Or something. Yeah, this is definitely a possibility.

As for appearance, it could be a piece of clothing, but preferably a collar or wrist restraints which lock. A little tricky however, because he might have to get out of the house for errands during the day. We do have this slave collar that’s not too hardcore. Maybe it’s a little feminine for my manly Boy Toy, though. We have various cock and ball devices, as well: the CB6000, the Houdini (which you’ve seen in my recent HNT pictures), a very pretty “designer” cock ring, an oval ball stretcher, and I believe he has one of these ball stretchers as well, which I’ve never used on him. I could definitely make him wear one of these for a while.

I might also like to have him exercise. Say, 90 sit ups a day. But while wearing one of the items mentioned above. After all, I like my Boy Toy to have nice abs…

Foot massages are on my list. Regular massages and pussy worship, too. I also kinda like it when he washes and shaves me.

Oh! I could tie him up and bring myself to orgasm with my vibrator while he watches, helpless. And in that case, there probably wouldn’t be any orgasm at all for him during his service. Gotta make sure he’s all good and worked up. Besides, orgasm denial is always hot.

Hmm I think I may even take advantage of the situation and have him do a real nice house cleaning. Provide him with a list of chores, maybe.

What do you all think? What do you find hot in the things I’ve enumerated, and why? And what would you suggest?

The idea came from Sandy, over at Outside Vanilla, who was inspired by Thumper’s Belle Fille. It started with Thumper’s account of his Belle Fille allowing him to fuck her with the sole purpose of achieving his own orgasm. Sandy loved the idea of the “unenjoyable orgasm” and decided to put her own twist on it: Mykey was to get a forced orgasm every day for a week, by his own hand, while she watched. To add to the fun, he had to eat his own sperm afterward.

I loved the concept as well, and decided to put MY own twist on it. It wasn’t very different from Sandy’s take: once a day Boy Toy would have to have an orgasm while I watched. I opted not to make him eat his cum, though, because I seriously doubt he’d do it. It’s already hard enough just getting him to masturbate in front of me… Knowing he’d be difficult and might not even be able to finish, being very shy about it, I allowed for a way out. If he failed in his “task”, he would receive a spanking. Ten hits with the crop. 

I really thought this idea was hot and was totally stoked about trying it out. Unfortunately, it didn’t exactly turn out as I had hoped.

I told Boy Toy about this little game Sunday night. Predictably, he tried to get out of it, telling me this is a stressful and busy time for him, but I would have none of it. It’s not that I’m not sensitive to his limits, it’s that he is pretty much always busy and stressed. So if not now, then when? I decided that this time, I wouldn’t let his excuses get in my way. This was not, in my opinion, a hard “task”, and he’d get to come. What’s not to love about it?

So I held my ground. When it came time to get to work, Monday night, Boy Toy still tried to postpone. “Next week, please?” he said. But I stayed firm. I wanted this to happen, and figured the release he’d get from submitting and from his orgasm would be a good stress relief for him.

I instructed Boy Toy to get it done during the daily 10 minutes he must kneel naked in front of me; two birds with one stone. So I put a towel on the couch platform thingie and handed him a bottle of lube. I grabbed the crop and sat on the couch in front of him.

It was very difficult to get him to start. And finish, for that matter. He balked every step of the way. I cajoled and insisted, alternating between kindly proding and harshly ordering. He would start touching himself, then stop and say this was silly, he couldn’t do it, etc. I kept pushing, hinting at the spanking I was about to give him. Finally, light caresses with the crop along the insides of his thighs got him going and it wasn’t long before he climaxed.

Wow, it was hot! By then, I was completely wet and all flustered. I made sure to let him know how much I liked it.

The next day was pretty much the same scenario, except he was even harder to manage. I was tired, too, and wasn’t into it as much as the previous night. Still, I got him there, this time by running my nails all along his back and neck. It was amazing.

And that’s how far we got. The next day when I got home from work, Boy Toy mentioned he’d be going to his friend’s later. “Fine, but you’ll have to complete your task first”, I told him. He got pissy and complained about it. I had plans to go see a movie with a friend, so I ate and left, but I was angry at him. I couldn’t help but think, I am where I am today because of him. He introduced me to kink. He is the one who liked being dominated. And now, he was getting pissed off at me for doing what he wanted me to do?

When I got back, Boy Toy said “We need to talk.” Ugh.

I was still angry and had a wicked headache, so when he told me he couldn’t go on with this game, let’s just say I wasn’t very happy. I mentioned I’m not good at controlling my emotions? Yeah. But I worked hard at it, because this is a game, after all, and the goal isn’t to make him miserable. I’ve read enough kinky stuff all over the Internet to know about limits or aftercare…

The problem is, it’s always a little more than a game, right? Real life and emotions interfere. It’s hard to know where to draw the line. The rules of this game we were playing are that he has to do what I say. He got frustrated at me instead, and I’m not strong enough to not let this get to me.

So I glared at him and asked: “Is it a hard limit?” Boy Toy said that it wasn’t, but he added that something was wrong with him. This little game really affected him, and not in a good way. He felt deeply ashamed and more, but he didn’t know what else he felt. He said he needed time to think it through, and asked that we take a break from the kinky stuff. He was visibly shaken.

I was angry, though, and it took a while for me to soften up. But eventually, I did. I remembered about “aftercare” and thought, if he ever needed it, this was the time. He seemed to feel guilty for not going through with something I wanted, and this touched me. I finally hugged him, shushed him, told him it was alright, we didn’t need to do this if he didn’t like it.

And we don’t need to do it, but I can’t help feeling bad over the whole thing. Couldn’t help but think I’m not very good at domination… It’s shaken me up quite a bit and it doesn’t help that Boy Toy’s been saying he wants to take a break from kink. It probably shouldn’t affect me this way, but who ever said emotions were rational?

Then last night, Boy Toy was at a friend’s house when I went to bed. I left him a cute lover’s note in the bathroom, it said: “Hello Boy Toy. I want you to put on the CB6000.”  

So now Boy Toy is in the chastity device, yet he’s been given permission for one orgasm this week. I remembered this when I wrote the note, but as of now, I haven’t yet decided how I’ll settle that one. I might leave him the key one day when I go to work, with orders to lock the thing back on once he’s done his business. It could be hot, though, to have him do it at a specific time. In front of me.

Tonight, Boy Toy came downstairs wearing nothing but a flimsy pareo. I was lazing around on the couch and told him to take the thing off. It turned out to be a great idea, as Boy Toy was coming down to clean up the kitchen and he now had to do it naked. I sat back and watched him finish the dishes and clean the counter top. When it looked like he was done, I suggested: “Sweep the floor.” Without a word, he picked up the broom and went to work.

Next, I told him I needed a foot rub. I allowed him a little break first, though. Enough of a break for a cigarette and a coffee.

Finally, after the foot rub, I had him make a little something for my lunch at work tomorrow. I initially asked that he prepare my coffee for the morning too (it’s a programmable machine) but I took pity and did it myself while he worked on my lunch.

I’m such a kind, generous owner

It’s a hard subject to bring up, I find. I didn’t want him to feel insulted or pressured, I just wanted more intimate moments because they feel great and I need this intimacy with him. The thing is, I find we let life intrude too much, we don’t make enough time for these fleeting moments of sensuality. 

I decided the best way to go about this was to make a new rule for him: he’d have to give me three orgasms per weekend. Sounded reasonable. More than what we usually have, yet far from impossible. Yes, this was definitely a good idea I was having while his face was buried in my crotch.

While fantasizing about my new rule, I came pretty hard. And I purposefully ignored Boy Toy’s cock. No orgasm for him, not that night.

The next day, over IM, I told him about my new rule. To make it even more appealing, I told him if he complied, he would be allowed one orgasm during the week (he is forbidden to cum unless allowed). I had considered imposing a punishment if he failed, but in the end I opted for a reward. I felt this was more fun and positive.

Sounds like a great deal, no? I thought so, anyway, and Boy Toy seemed to as well.

Friday came along and as usual, I showed up at his place. We had a friend over then went to bed early and… went right to sleep. The next morning, he got up before me, as usual, but instead of showering with me like he normally does, he said he’d shower later. Hmmm…

To move matters along, when I got out of the shower, I grabbed Boy Toy’s shiny, sexy cock ring and looked at him with a knowing smile. That’s about all it took for him to pull down his pants and put the thing on. It must have been around 1 PM.

Later that night, before our friends were due to come over, I tried talking with Boy Toy about my new rule. I was disappointed and upset that nothing had come of it. Unfortunately, we aren’t always very good at communicating and it turned into a fight… We dropped the subject and made up before anyone arrived and simply left it at that. No use ruining the evening for ourselves or anyone else. We had a great time, partied with our friends, went out, then came back and went to bed, Boy Toy still wearing his cock ring.

Sunday morning, as I was sipping my coffee, Boy Toy kneeled on the couch, naked, for his daily 10 minutes of submission. I didn’t have to remind him, like I usually do on weekends. And as he kneeled there, exposed and vulnerable, I idly mentioned that perhaps he needed some… discipline. Maybe a little spanking would help him. “How many spanks should I give you?”, I asked. I had planned on doubling his number but since he said “zero” and then “two”, I opted for 10.

And so, as soon as his 10 minutes were up, I told him to get on hands and knees. He obeyed, and I cropped the hell out of his ass.

Now, this is not something I usually do. I must have spanked him once before, when I played at being a cop with Boy Toy. I went a little harder this time and left marks. A first.

After Boy Toy’s spanking, I allowed him to finally remove the cock ring and we showered. When I took off my shorts and underwear, I realized the cropping had left me wet, a fact that I made sure to point out.

Once we were nice and clean, we went back up in his little sun room and frolicked in the sun. He went down on me and we had sex, it was hot, steamy, lovely.

Now… Now I’m back home and these things have been going round and round in my head. I’ve often reflected on the line between D/s and “real life” and if these events prove anything, it’s that the line is not clearly drawn in my mind.

I tried using D/s to resolve a problem. Well, not a problem per say, but a situation which, in my opinion, could improve. I thought it was a good idea; Boy Toy gets all subby and turned on when I order him around. But when this didn’t work, I got upset because things didn’t improve AND because Boy Toy didn’t obey. We got into an argument over it. And on top of everything, the next day, I punished him for it! I called it discipline, but I’m pretty sure my frustrations had a lot to do with it.

Talk about a blurry line…

So yeah. I feel kinda bad. Well except for the crop marks, I’m pretty proud of those. Thankfully, my Boy Toy’s quite smitten with me and doesn’t hold such things against me.

I’m a lucky owner.

I do take advantage of it every once in a while. For example, here’s a conversation I had with Boy Toy following my last HNT post:

Boy Toy says:
the click through one is damn hot eh?

Elle says:
yah, and you know what?
that’s a picture of your owner
aren’t ya the lucky boy toy?

Boy Toy says:
sure is hard to bitch when you give an order.

Elle says:
lol
and imagine, I haven’t done any hard training
I get you to obey just like that

Boy Toy says:
who said anything about doing training?

Elle says:
me

Boy Toy says:
oh

Elle says:
just sayin
you normally obey pretty well, and I’ve never even properly trained you

Boy Toy says:
ah
I’ll try to ignore your next command, see how you take that challenge… who knows, might get away with masturbating on weeknights.

Elle says:
no way
put on the CB
now.

Boy Toy says:
was just kidding!

Elle says:
now.

Boy Toy says:
arg, was just joking ya know???
please?

Elle says:
do it

Boy Toy says:
ugh…

Elle says:
no complaining
is it on?

Boy Toy says:
yes

Elle says:
locked?

Boy Toy says:
urm, nope

Elle says:
ok
take it off

Boy Toy says:
phew!

Elle says:
but next time, remember eh?
no ignoring my commands

Boy Toy says:
thanks!
ok

In the end, we just relaxed and chatted. And when he left, I went to bed and fell asleep in a second. So much for the wild sex!

I did, however, send him a cute little email earlier that day. Sometime last week, Sully suggested I give Boy Toy some tasks in preparation for my first strap-on trial. I thought the idea was good, and I remembered it when I woke up Friday morning. I was feeling a little evil when I sent him this note:

Hey Boy Toy,
 
I have some instructions for you.
 
Today at noon, go in the bathroom, put in the butt plug (I will allow you to choose between the lion plug or the little black dildo I got with my strap-on harness). And masturbate until you are at the edge of cuming.
 
Then stop, and think of how great it is to do this for me. I want an email after letting me know you’ve obeyed.
 
Have a nice day!
 
Your Owner

Truth is, this was a test of sorts, an experiment. I wasn’t sure if he’d obey or not and wanted to find out. We don’t have any specific rules about when he has to do as I say or when it’s playtime and when it isn’t. I was also aware that he might not see the email on time. So I was fully prepared to get a no from him; I wouldn’t have been disappointed or angry.

Well, I was right to figure he might not see the email on time. Around 2 PM I received his answer:

Ops, just read this now! There’s a guy who is supposed to come by soon, and I have some changes going on, on this project I’m working on, in just a little while!

I replied asking when he thought he could do it and a little while later, I received this short answer: “Done!” I was impressed!

The only other sexy fun we had this weekend was today. We were about to take a shower, the water was running already, and I somehow found myself bent over the washing machine, with Boy Toy taking me from behind. It left his hands free to roam my body, occasionally pinching a nipple. It felt great! But don’t worry, we didn’t waste too much water, it was a quickie. It was hot, though, I still feel turned on just thinking about it. Hmmmm…

I would lie if I said it didn’t bother me. After all, I still have control of his orgasms, and it used to be that after just a few days of denial, he was totally aroused, could think of nothing but sex, and he would beg me for release. Not so anymore. What can I say, life interferes! But it’s ok, if it bothers me, it’s just my insecurity talking.

That being said, we did have something of a breakthrough, two weekends ago. You see, Boy Toy had always refused to masturbate in front of me. He felt way too self-conscious to do it. Didn’t matter if I ordered him to, he was too shy to do it.

And I just love a challenge.

So, two weekends ago, we were in the shower together, as is our habit when I sleep over. It was Saturday morning, and we hadn’t had sex yet that weekend. Come to think of it, he probably hadn’t had an orgasm for at least a week. I got him all worked up, using my hands, and when he was nicely hard I took his hand and closed it around his cock. He immediately let go and started groping me, instead. I patiently put his hand back around his cock. We repeated this a few times, then when he said “Come on! Let’s fuck!” I became more insistant. “Do it”, I told him.

And he did. A year and a half, I’ve been with this guy. I don’t even know how many times I’ve tried to get him to masturbate for me, for my viewing pleasure. And I don’t know what did it this time, but I’m not calling it a breakthrough for nothing! I never thought I’d find it so hot to get a guy to masturbate in front of me, for me. But it was… He was standing really close to me, close enough that he came all over me. We were under the hot water, and while he was jerking off, I was kissing him, fondling him, cajoling him. Yes, definitely hot.

Now, regarding that dry spell… I have a few ideas. He still owes me two weeks as my slave. And I still haven’t tried out my new toy. Then, there’s the option of simply stretching the denial period, wait until it finally gets to him. Have him give me oral sex, while he gets no release… That’s hot, too!

Yes, there are definitely quite a few options to get us back on track.

Naturally, I want Boy Toy to quit. It’s a hazard to his health, and to mine too since he smokes in my presence. But having never smoked, I realize that I have no idea how hard it is to stop. How strong the addiction is (and I hear it’s quite bad). So I refuse to fight this fight. He’s got to stop on his own terms.

Still, there’s this agreement we have. I figured this could work: we bring down the number of cigarettes he smokes, getting him closer to stopping and diminishing the impact on his lungs, and it’s all done using his submissive tendencies towards me. Kinky, yay!

And it HAS worked. Ok, it’s been over a year now and he hasn’t stopped, yet, but he’s down to 6 cigarettes a day, which I find isn’t bad at all. I hesitate to bring the number lower because I know I’d then have to deal with his withdrawal mood swings. It’s already enough that he has to deal with my PMS, right?

Our cigarette contract is the only one we’ve never strayed from. I’ve tried imposing other rules from time to time, but they soon got forgotten. Not so with the cigarette contract. We still adhere to it, completely. Truth is, we both enjoy it. I LOVE making him strip and smoke in front of me, kneeling, legs spread, exposed. After all this time, it still makes him blush. HOT!

Lately, I’ve added a new rule, that his first cigarette of the day must be smoked in that submissive position, whether I’m there or not. It’s certainly having its effect!

There is one problem, though. Maybe you’ve guessed it, with what I’ve been writing… Boy Toy and I were chatting yesterday and he told me he’s come to associate smoking with kinky. He really does want to stop, but the naked submissive position I’ve imposed on him while smoking has conditioned him, created a link in his brain between cigarettes and sexy. Oops.

So. Adjustments are in order! But I do so love the naked kneeling. I have therefore decided that Boy Toy must assume this most delicious position every morning for 10 minutes. Without smoking. He can have his coffee, if he wishes, but NO CIGARETTE. His instruction is to think of me while he’s in this position, think of why he loves being owned by me, think of the things he likes about me and of the things he likes to do for me. That should do.

As for the other smoking protocol, that he must smoke naked and kneeling in front of me when I’m there… Well I’ll have to figure something out. Haven’t decided what, yet. But I do love the kneeling, so it certainly won’t go. Only the cigarettes will.