Oh to be a suburban submissive. Exploring this lifestyle has had its many ups and downs, especially in such a short period of time. One of the most exciting recent developments has been to be under the care of a very good dominant. While we are still figuring each other out, there is something he has done for me that no other lover, or dominant can claim.
He has made me cum, just by telling me to do so.
I'm talking no penetration, no stimulation, shy of a very heated make out session and a few very light taps on my rear end he had no help other than to stimulate my mind. The first time I heard him say, "cum for me..." my knees buckled and I had to cling to the sleeves of his jacket to stay standing. I'm pretty sure he claimed my submission right there and then, though we didn't make it official for two more days.
The night that he claimed me, each and every single one of my orgasms were fueled by his lovemaking, but only brought forth by that command. As worked up as I got, as long as I stood on the edge, there was no falling over without getting his permission to do so. The significance of this phenomenon was not lost on me.
I was confirmed in my suspicion of his total dominance over me days later when I was in the middle of a pretty great solo session... and I couldn't cum. I know my body better than anyone, I've got a whole hat of tricks for those hard to reach places and those days when she doesn't want to cooperate. On the edge of hysteria I scroll through my videos, find the one he sent me where he simply voices my command, and I finally release my pent up frustration.
