Fantasy # 9 Lost Wager?

She arrived home after a long day . Working her way through the traffic she was tired and delighted to find things in order as she walked in the door. Candles were lit, soft music was playing and the smell of something delicious warming in the oven for dinner. A bottle of her favorite wine was uncorked on the side table by her favorite chair and this handsome man was on his knees waited silently to serve. He had lost the bet fair and square although she was sure that they both had somehow won and her winnings were his services.

She dropped her keys and purse on the side table and moved wearily to her awaiting throne. Motioning to the glass he poured and handed it to her. She sat and took the first sip then lifted her feet so that he could remove her shoes from her aching tired feet. He silently slipped each shoe off and laid her feet gently on a pillow that he produced. Dreamily she took another sip and greeted him with a nod. He was well trained and knew to only speak when spoken to as he began to massage her tense clammy toes. She wondered why her ex husband had not treated her this well even though he had always promised to do so. But he was gone and this lovely well mannered submissive man was here this evening to do what he was told and to spoil her as she deserved.

Finishing the glass of wine she moved him aside easily with her leg and stood to walk to the bedroom. Pausing at the door she simply snapped her fingers and he quickly entered the bedroom behind her. She stood as he respectfully undressed her, peeling her sweaty work clothes off and then gently slid on her robe. As she adjusted it he hung her dress up and placed her undergarments in the hamper. Pausing briefly at the doorway she beckoned him with a glance and returned to her favorite chair. All it took was a look at the empty glass and he refiled and handed it to her returning to his task of comforting her feet with his head down.

Stroking his head with her hand she grabbed a handful and pulled his head back. Their eyes met and she knew from his expression that he was ready to serve her in any way that she demanded. Dropping her hold she gave him a short rap to the back of his head and murmured the word kiss. He immediately sprawled himself to the floor prostrating himself at her feet as he began worshiping each foot gently and in earnest. Dreamily she sipped her wine and closing her eyes drifted, allowing the stress from the day to dissipate as he worshiped her feet.

She tipped the last of the second glass realizing that she was ready for her massage. Moving his face with the foot he was busy covering with soft gentle kisses she got up and moved to the the prepared massage table. He followed catching her robe as it fell to the floor.

The next hour seem a dream as his skilled hands and talented touch used almost too much of the sweet smelling oil to manipulate the stress from her muscles. His technique was perfect, simply a massage. The goal was to relax her not excitement and he knew it. He carefully steered his touch clear of any erogenous parts of her exhausted body working the oil, warmed by his hands, into every fold of her gorgeous full frame.

He continued as she drifted and soon she realized that she was ready for her bath. She instructed him to draw and watched his naked muscular frame leave the room his round, his tight round bottom begging for the beating he would get if he performed well. Lazily she listened to the water finish filling the tub with the warm soapy water that would only serve to continue to relax her. As the faucets squeaked shut he returned and helped her from the table, guiding yet following her to the tub.

She slipped into the wonderful warm water the sweet smelling suds covering her almost to the neck. She handed him the wash cloth and with the greatest of reverence he began washing almost every inch of her, uninvited to the wettest part which was ironically submerged and between her legs. His eyes turned down as he worked, his taunt muscular arms washing her as another form of worship. His submissive safe demeanor allowed her to relax and she called for another glass of wine and a before dinner snack.

He returned speedily with a small bowl of something perfect and her wine. She relaxed in the tub allowing him to feed her as she unwound physically and began to fantasize cruel things to do to his willing body later. Sensing her mental direction he looked down sheepishly between his own legs as his small package began to stiffen in its tiny well wrapped condom. This got him a sharp smack to the face and the force awoke and excited them both. His shamefaced almost hidden smile could not hide the thank you that sparkled from his grateful eyes.

For this he was ordered to put his nose down into the cold crusty corner of the floor by the sink while kneeling with his bottom up and in full view. His legs slightly spread so that the back of his ball sack was obvious and a hand on each cheek holding his bottom open in the most degrading of positions. He held there until as she lounged in the tub enjoying his predicament and her view.

When she was ready she stood up in the tub, the soapy water streaming off of her. Snapping her fingers again he obediently produced a towel and began drying her off. When he had meticulously completed this task she sat on the toilet and emptied her bladder. He knelt quietly and handed her the paper to wipe herself careful not to reveal his excitement. Another robe was produced, this a soft terry cloth one, and she was regally wrapped in it. Striding confidently towards the dining room she heard the tub began to empty and his soft foot steps following respectfully behind her.

Dinner was served and was delicious. He knelt by her side and was even given table scraps as a reward. She allowed him to stack the empty dishes in the sink for the night as she finished her last glass of wine. The kitchen clean up could wait until morning. He joined her as she went for the bedroom his loins and little male mind filled with anticipation.

What happened next might even surprise the reader. She was tired, it had been a long day and she was not in the mood for much. So chaining him face down to the floor by her bed with his hands bound far from being able to touch himself she slipped his ball gag on and the soiled sweaty underpants from the day over his head as a reward. Laying with a sigh on her bed she opened the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out her favorite toy. The sounds of her pleasing herself simply and perfectly several times were muffled a bit from the deliciously rank head covering that he wore as he ground his stiffness silently into the carpet. The buzzing of her toy stopped after awhile and she dropped off to sleep while he laid there for hours unable to do a thing except wait to serve her in the morning. It was only Friday evening of a long delicious holiday weekend and he realized that he was so very glad that he had lost that bet because he had won so much more.

What Is It About:?

What Is It About: strength and intelligence in a woman? Does a part of this man's soul seek a return to a matriarchal time? Balanced and whole I live my life among the vanilla with kinky tinted shades and sensing a shift in power I embrace it. Each gender it's strengths and weaknesses, but a strong smart woman who knows what she wants is a joy to serve.






What Is It About: serving a powerful woman. Although I am certainly capable of independent thought, listening for direction just feels right. When the attention is focused on her needs and desires I feel so much more centered, useful and somehow whole.






What Is It About: the firm voice of a woman in charge, spelling out exactly what she wishes done? The tones of a powerful female voice electrifies me from my ears to my toes. When I am told I am happy to follow instructions, I wish so much to please and I truthfully would never want to disobey. I only ask for a clear definition of punishment, reward and consequences. Stretching to almost impossible for what many might consider punishment can be edge play for others.






What Is It About: being nude in the company of a clothed woman? Such a feeling of excitement and vulnerability. My skin tingles and like many males I am so ready and willing to be told what to do. The love the whole CFNM concept, it puts a better perspective on the relationship between a male and the more powerful woman.






What Is It About: satisfying a woman sexually without receiving the same? It is so damn fun and being so close to the edge keeps me one on my toes, ready to serve her every wish. I find the balance of power tipped in her direction somehow comforting.







What Is It About: role playing games? I take direction well, yes I do, and I can be spontaneous. Before we start however, knowing where one another's buttons are and how to engage them after clear communication we relax and become closer to the thing that we truly desire. Asking clearly we have, from those like minded, a much better chance of receiving it almost perfectly.

Prisoner of Love

Smothered by her huge derrière, gasping for air I am lost in the sweat and pre-cum of this huge demanding woman's bottom. She is intent on allowing me just enough air to stay alive and keep up my wild lapping. She lifts a cheek to give me another gasp of air and then lowers her self continuing to rub her engorged clit and lips on my tongue, lips and nose. Copious amounts of fluid drool from her soaking wet pussy and I lick it up as fast as I can. Prison or heaven I choose the latter lost in her black hole, a captive of choice. She continues to grind my face pleasuring herself as I worship with all of my energy. Focused on her orgasm I lick on. A great spasm and she squeezes my head between her enormous thighs heaving a world class orgasm. I freeze allowing her to take her pleasure rubbing on my now still but extended stiff tongue. As she relaxes I know what is next and open my mouth allowing her to release her fluid into my mouth and carefully allow it to slide down my throat. She urinates towards the end and I do not miss a drop. Drinking every ounce of her passion taking in the aroma of her I lay motionless as she falls spent blotting out all light.
As I lay there in the dark a small inclining begins to arise. My member awakens to my fortunate and erotic situations. Slowly my shaft grows until it's head finds a bit of freedom and I become fully erect. Sitting up she replaces her still soaking loins atop my face and begins slapping my condom clad erection, making it grow even harder. A firm hand strangles my latex sheathed member and again it swells to what I can only guess a dark shade of purple. Holding it with one hand she smacks it repetitively with her other and I am trapped by my own desires. Her chuckle releases more fluid from her crotch and I instinctively open my mouth and clean her with my tongue and swallowing my reward. “Open”, she demands and my legs spread and mouth open immediately. Another warm gush of urine is released and I drink it all down gratefully and feverishly, my cock held prisoner.
With only a few strokes from her skillful hands I release my own great load filling my condom. More chuckling and more foul but intoxicating fluid finds its way into the back of my throat. I do my best to thank her from my trance as he removes my filled latex barrier and slides it into my mouth. The horrid taste of my own cum fills my mouth as she seals it with duct tape.
She drags my limp body into the bathroom laying me in the shower face down. My hands crossed at the wrist on the small of my back, I know not to move and keep my nose in the closed drain. She releases an enormous amount of her golden nectar filling the drain so that I am almost submerged in it returning every few minutes to add to the ever growing dark golden puddle. I am left for what seems hours in this new prison gagged with a mouthful of my own cum secretly laying on another erection. I squish, wiggle and slather myself in this puddle of heaven, her prisoner of love.

Fantasy # 42 "The More Powerful Gender"

It had been a great party, lots of laughter, flirting and attractive women. The most interesting of which was engaged in a fascinating conversation with several of her friends just within earshot. Their discussion would have been difficult to miss as they were all loud, feeling no pain and a bit tipsy from the delicious yet potent punch. The leader of this discussion, the attractive one that held my attention was our hostess. Her words and tone were playfully inflammatory as she insisted quite loudly how weak men were and how much more powerful women as a gender were. The topic held most of the rooms attention including that of my own. Her speech a bit slurred from the punch and the right strap of her almost overstuffed dress kept slipping down adorably plump upper arm. She noticed my attention as she once again adjusted her strap and loudly exclaimed” Case in point, watch this”. With that comment she turned to look directly at me, smiled and said, “would you serve me some more punch?” as she held her once again empty glass out to me. Of course I almost stumbled over myself as I complied. When I had dutifully returned with it filled and offered it back she said to her audience, “that's a good boy”. As she took the glass of punch with one hand she gently softly patted the love seat next to where she sat. She was offering me a seat next to her. I was unsure what to do however, as she almost filled the small couch with her gorgeous more than ample frame. Confused I stood next to her shifting my weight from leg to leg as she sipped her punch. A small smile came across her face as she again almost without thought patted the cushion that she sat on. Lowering her hand slowly parallel with the floor I understood to sit on the floor at her feet. Guessing correct I was rewarded with a pat on the head as I settled at her feet. “You see”, she said to the group, and them offered another “good boy” to me. “men naturally know their place when the are simply directly, she assured the on looking group. Part of me was a bit put out by being part of this display of her natural feminine power, and part of me was extremely turned on. This latter part became obvious to some by the swelling bulge in my pants.

The discussion continued on the topic as he explained to the room that women were much more powerful than men. To everyones surprise, myself included, my voice piped in, except when it come to staying power”. The group stood silent as I stumbled to make sense of what I had just said. “Well little man what do you mean,” she prompted. I stammered to explained that when it came to the sexual realm men had much more power. “Men are much more persistent and actually have more staying power when it come to making love”, I blurted out. The room erupted with laughter and my cheeks ( on my face) grew warm and red. Even I did not really know what point I was trying to make. “What do you mean”, she demanded. “I mean when it comes to sexual staying power men last longer than women in bed, you know having sex”. All of the women in the room again laughed loudly. “explain yourself,” she smiled and I knew that I was on the spot, not even knowing what I really meant. The silence in he room demanded I explain further and so I did my best to make the first point that came to mind. “I mean that men last longer during sex than women do”. Once again the women laughed. I continued with some hesitation as I had no where really to go. “Personally I can outlast any woman in the room.” The silence in the room grew to a level of tension as she said, “Oh really”? “Yes”, I continued, “I can give a woman more pleasure than she can handle”. This brought the house down , people were rolling and holding their sides with laughter. “Prove it” were the words I had been baiting our hostess into saying , and she did.

Part II The challenge
“Yes I can give a women oral pleasure with my tongue and out last her, I can give her more orgasm than she can take and she will have to ask me to stop.” This statement kept the room silent for just a few seconds and then our hostess smiled. She spoke next taking the bait with” So you want to make a wager on this?” “Absolutely” I replied hopping that her inebriation and earlier boastful statements would leave her little choice. “I will give you more pleasure than you can handle, my tongue will outlast your pussy”, I stated firmly. “OK”, she replied and what shall we wager”? This really got the room's interest and suddenly all eyes were on us. “I will wager what ever you want except money,” I said. “Fine” was her reply. “If I outlast you, you will admit to this entire group that women are more powerful than men, that I am more powerful than you, and you will do whatever I tell you to for one week, WHATEVER, I tell you for twenty four hours seven days”. I agreed but replied and if I out last you, will you do the same? “No”, she said, “if you out last me you can take me out to dinner”. “Not much of a bet, kind of one sided,” I said meekly. “Take it or leave it,”she smiled. I gently nodded my head, realizing that she actually had outsmarted me ultimately making her point.

The rest of the guests made room for her to lay back on the love seat that she almost covered. As she spread her legs and hiked her tight dress up I realized she was not wearing any panties at all. Her meaty loins spread opening the flower of her beautiful already wet pussy. I got comfortable on my knees before her and someone noted the time as we began. The first orgasm came rather quickly, I am skilled at this art, we become experts at things that we love to do. The second and third time she came with even louder moans, which I could not hear very well her thighs were clamped over my ears. At some point she realized that she could almost cut off my breath this way, but I continued licking and lapping barely aware of the crowd around us cheering. After what seemed close to an hour we all lost track of how many times she had come and I realized that she was beginning to get so wet that I could hardly find her clitoris. I pressed deeper and just kept licking. She came over and over I realized that her energy was decreasing and I felt I might actually outlast her even though my jaw was getting a bit cramped. We both went at it, me licking, her moaning and then coming again. My mind began to whirl a bit and I realized that I was not getting enough air as her huge crotch continued to limit my ability to breath. The thought had my staff hardening and I began to feel a bit dizzy, there is only so much blood in a man's body. Another orgasm from her and I was fighting to get some air through her mammoth sweaty thighs. In heaven I was beginning to loose consciousness and although I felt she probably was about to give in I decide that winning for me might actually be abdication, so I stopped licking. To my surprise she was not done with me and pulling my head up by the back of my hair she asked “give up” I gasped for air and nodded. Using the handful of my hair as a handle for my face she forced me back into her drenched crotch and began rubbing her soaking wet loins with my face. Using my nose and numb lips she brought herself to another orgasm proving her victory. Spent I fell to the floor gasping for air. The crowd went wild with the best party game they had ever seen. Clapping and cheering filled the room as I laid there exhausted but stiff inside my tight pants.

The next seven days lasted for many months and then years as we rematched over and over, both delighted at my constant defeat. I was allowed to actually come myself every seven days as I was still (enjoyably being) made to do her bidding. From my seat at her feat I am still delighted to report as I tell this story that yes women are the more powerful gender and yes she is more powerful than I.

Fantasy # 59, ANYTHING ????

Pinned to the bed naked we continue to discover the meaning of “doing anything”. I have been teased for what seems like days and with the promise of being smothered by her immense oiled breasts while my bound, throbbing purple shaft drools helplessly. I am again on the verge of promising to do “anything” that she requests. In an ongoing game of truth or dare. We are on a voyage, discovering the depths of our erotic imagination and what I will actually do as we redefine the limits of lewd behavior.

I have done many interesting things including cleaning her home spotlessly as well as those of all of her understanding friends and neighbors, always either naked or dressed in something “entertaining”. I cleaned and run errands and many other degrading deeds for her 22 year old daughter and 75 year old mother too. For the record a long French kiss with a toothless giggling woman may seem distasteful but was interesting and actually arousing. I ate from a bowl naked on all fours and then pushed the plastic bowl around on the floor with my nose for her 22 year old and her teasing friends until they held their sides with laughter, all while under her watchful eye. It has all brought us both to new erotic highs.

I have satisfied her gay male friends while delighting audiences of her jeering onlooking guests. I have satisfying, kissed and licked roomfuls of friends most private parts and been the party golden shower toilet as a reward. I have shopped wearing only a pair of tiny torn short pants and a silly mask, retrieving adult diapers, menstrual pads, enema equipment, lube and whatever else they thought would be embarrassing.

Now prone beneath her hypnotic globes I lay prepared to again sell my soul and agree to her ever debasing demands. Yes I am ready to do “any” and all of her raunchiest requests all for another timeless period in heaven gasping for air smothered by her most powerful weapons.

Fantasy #13 "Six Pack Showers"

This fantasy requires a large shower area with plenty of hot water, a six pack (or two) of a favorite drink and a Rubenesque woman who loves water sports and has an appetite for erotic play.

We start with some friendly chat while having the first can or bottle of our favorite drink. Sometimes a walk or simple physical activity after we have finished this first one helps move things along. As soon as one needs to use the restroom it is time to strip naked and go into the shower bringing the rest of the six pack with us.
There can easily be a D/s element to this game that has one being the recipient of the golden showers of the other while wetting themselves when they themselves have to go, or this can be a sharing experience each soaking the other. Consumption of the nectar is an option or can be enforced depending on the rules agreed upon.
As the wetting ensues the next bottle or can is consumed and so on until all is has been drunk and someone or both of the players is throughly soaked. Safe oral sex and body worship is mixed in with lots of warm soapy water and scrubbing all of the right places.
Drinking the whole six pack and showering should take quite some time, so a place other than the submissive's face to sit should be available. Plugging the drain might help conserve the energy and make things fun and extended play can be the goal. So make the shower comfortable, bring toys, a sense of adventure and a lurid imagination.

Here is another fun card game for consenting adults

Sin Rummy or Poker Prize

These games are played with a 52 card standard deck and they pretty much follows the same standard game rules of Gin Rummy or five card Draw Poker. The difference is that the winner can choose a prize card and then negotiates the delivery of that prize with looser of that hand. Players can actually trade prize cards or pass on choosing one if they like. If the game has multiple players the hand winner chooses “one” of the loosing players to negotiate their prize with. All must review the “prize cards” and agree to comply before the game begins. Any personal boundaries should be stated before play starts to keep the spirit of the game alive.

To extend the game you can keep a running score so that the 2nd or 3rd winning hand can actually earn a pick of a prize card. Each prize card has room for names, initials, and agreed upon dates for delivery to the winner.


A sample of the prize cards is shown here. You can print it and cut them out or make your own. This should bring evening card games to a new erotic and fun level.

Have fun kids!

Fantasy # 33 "What are the Odds"

Well I had really done it this time. Naked except for a bow tie and a very tight black ribbon tied in a bow around my now blue balls and purple shaft I was scurrying around her house. Playing cards and loosing that bet had turned into quite the day job and that afternoon I was breaking a sweat serving her and cleaning her house. A load of wash was going and the ironing board was set up in the laundry room with a stack of wrinkled clothes in the basket beside it. I was cleaning the kitchen floor again while her tea was brewing and almost ready to serve. My ass was painfully striped from the caning she had given me while my nose was stuck in the corner by the pantry. Serious welts, more than I could correctly count, were still reminding me of what she meant by clean.

The tea was ready and I rushed to get it on the tray and out to her before she rang that blasted little bell calling me to her side again. Like Pavlov's dogs I was being trained by that bell to come kneel at her feet and listen to her next request. The hardest part, except for my black ribboned package, was that like a dog I was drooling profusely from the ball gag locked into my aching jaw. My chest was soaked from this constant flow of my own fluid as I helplessly leaked.

I served her tea and I stood naked before her, the large plug in my bottom burning from the menthol rub that she had used to lube and lock it in. My treacherous cock stiffening again and again as she slapped it hard over and over, amusing her and proving how much abuse it craved. My head dropped and I drooled uncontrollably into a bib that she now fastened around my neck. A condom added to my drooling member as the ribbon was again tightened. With a snap and a pointing finger down I dropped to my knees and did my best to kiss her feet lovingly, a full day of chores under her careful eyes and cruel hands still awaited me.

My favorite part is being dragged by my hair to the next task and having my faced pushed into it as she barks how it is to be done, reinforcing the important parts over and over with the full force of her cane. Delirious and delighted I clean, polished, wash and served until dinner, which I cooked, served and cleaned up after.
The beds were made with clean sheets, fluffy towels folded in the bathroom as she soaked in a warm tub I draw for her. When she is relaxed and satisfied I carefully dry her off and rub her feet and back as she lays down and drifts off to sleep.

As instructed I re-chained myself into the laundry room. I then iron and fold the rest of the laundry until I am finished. Exhausted I sleep as best that I can on the hard cold vinyl floor.
What might seem unpleasant to some was obviously well worth the risk to me and I would gamble again knowing the house usually has the odds stacked in their favor.

Fantasy # 27 Paint the Town

I have always had a thing for feet, women's feet that is, especially those of rubenesque, giggling yet forceful women. This fantasy is about massaging several women's feet and painting their toe nails as well.

I have a small kit that I have assembled and keep ready. It has a foot soaking tub, some lovely scented massage creams and oils and a wide variety of nail polish colors and top coats as well as polish remover. I have only had the opportunity once to use it on a roomful of women, but I relish the though of another .

Dressed (or undressed) to please, I would love to clean, massage and paint a room full of beautiful full figured women's feet. I would have wine, tea or refreshments available, some delicious snacks and plenty of comfortable seats and cushions. I would kneel before them one by one to soak and wash their beautiful feet. I would gently and throughly message away any tension and soften their soles with sweet scented perfumed lotion and oil. Then I would lovingly care for each gorgeous toe, painting it a color that would please them. Finishing each foot by drying the polish and top coat with the gentle breeze of my breath and a long and loving kiss.

Perhaps you or you and several of your friends would like this special salon treatment? I do have references and am very good. I am safe, sane attractive and actually quite entertaining. If you are interested please contact me for references. Together we and your friends could paint the town.

Fantasy #7 CYA

CYA, what does it imply and has yours been covered? With kisses I mean. This fantasy is about sweet supplication at one of my very favorite altars, my devotion to the divine derrière.

Nude from the waist down at least, she is lovingly laid across a stack of support cushions. Her perfect round globes enthroned and awaiting the attention and adoration they know they deserve.

A warm towel is used to lovingly bath and prepare for the devotional. Every gorgeous crevice is attended affectionately. Assured of her comfort I apply a fairly thick coat of a brightly colored lipstick on to my lips, pucker and beginning at the very top crack of her round rump I begin lovingly kissing every inch, covering her ass, if you will, with love and devotion. Reapplying the lipstick generously as necessary I continue until the job is done.

After almost an hour of smooching and sighs of pleasure from both of us her bottom is a work of art. The love it has received obvious, it is beautifully bejeweled by shimmering lip prints applied 100's of times. As a reward for a job well done she arches her back and with a beautiful globe in each hand she spread her mammoth cheeks revealing the prize. It is a sign that I am welcome to worship the inner chamber and I begin my work, if you can call it that, immediately.
I begin with renewed but gentle vigor to adore and worship the deepest part of her gorgeous seat. Using both lips and tongue I kiss, lick and lubricate the center of ecstasy for us both. As I slowly work my tongue deeper inside a great shuddering moan ensues and I know that I have done well. Having already received my reward I thank my queen for a the opportunity to CYA, with kisses that is.

Fantasy # 12 The Administrator's Prize

Games of chance have their own level of excitement and so this fantasy begins with a deck of cards. The two players each draw for the highest card. The winner chooses whether to be “on the table” or “the administrator”.

The player “on the table” may have his or her arms strapped to their side by “the administrator” before reclining on a suitable table. A gag, blindfold or hood can also be worn if desired. Laid on his or her back “on the table's” knees or ankles are raised so that their legs are spread as wide as will be comfortable while preventing much movement. A small pillow is used to slightly elevate the tail bone revealing “on the table's” ass. The position is designed to provide maximum access to the area between the legs, the inner thighs and and as much of the bottom as comfortably possible. This is a very vulnerable position, so familiarity, trust and a well negotiated scene including safe words should be in place. Music helps to set the perfect atmosphere as well as lighting and anything that will help set a sensual and safe mood.
Once prone “on the table's” privates are accessible and a warm cloth is then used to gently clean and sensitize the entire area. Special attention is given to the more sensitive crevices that include both front and behind. As the area is cleaned and caressed “the administrator” begins stimulating “on the table”gently and slowly. The warm cloth also softens the area so that “the administrator” can trim and shave all or most of the hair between the legs. This is done with a loving touch as the entire area between the legs and genitals is made clean and smooth. Once this is finished the bare skin is bathed first in an astringent and then a favorite lubricant which is slathered throughout the area in copious amounts. Additional manual stimulation continues to send “on the table” into an aroused and euphoric state, but care is taken not to allow them to be over stimulated, simply teased and very aroused.
“The administrator” discovers with artful attention which areas are most sensitive and decides (with input from “on the table”) where to apply the first part of a double egg vibrator. The egg is lodged or bound into place as it very gently vibrates. The second egg is coated with additional lubrication and condom and is then slowly inserted into the exposed bottom. Clamps or clothes pins can also be used to increase the stimulation as the vibration of the eggs is increased if agreed to. “The administrator” can at this point begin or continue to use oral and or manual stimulation. Combing this with pain and pleasure if desired the arousal is slowly and carefully increased as care is taken to not overstimulate “on the table”. The eggs can be turned off if necessary to keep “on the table” very aroused but just on the edge.
“On the table's placement and position should be such that “the administrator” can at this point remove the gag, hood or blindfold and straddle “on the table's” face. From this position the administrator can use a riding crop, paddle or vibrating wand to control and increase “on the table's” pleasure as they grind and ride the tongue, lips and face of “on the table” until both orgasm as many times as desired.
After a few moments of relaxation they both might retire to the shower to lather and clean each other thoroughly and be sure each is lovingly and completely satisfied. A pre-prepared meal might then be enjoyed and glass of wine or dessert shared in bed while snuggling, talking, listening to music, watching a movie or dozing in one another's arms.