BDSM: A Tale of Two Sessions

Please note: This post is non-fiction presented in the form of erotica. It contains explicit accounts of BDSM and sex. Reader discretion is advised.

The second thing I thought of when I awoke that morning was that today was Mommy’s birthday, because of course the first thing I thought of was the very reason she is my Mommy; Her full breasts spilling out of the top of her spaghetti-strap tank-top. I ever-so-gently circled her exposed left nipple with my tongue but that only lasted for a few seconds before I had sucked in a whole mouthful and was securing my latch with firm pressure from my teeth. The way mommy groaned and shifted her weight in the bed signaled that she too was awake now. I continued to suckle rhythmically as my hand went to her ample curves. She gave up the first spurt of deliciously sweet colostrum as I groped her breast steady working my way over her belly to her hips. This time we groaned in unison as the rush of oxytocin washed over both of us, steeping us in love and desire.  I could feel the tightening of her abdominal muscles which signifies those special orgasms of the uterus which are only achieved during breastfeeding, my hand found its way to her clit, already glistening with moisture and as I touched it her breast gave up a few good streamers; the result of having conditioned mommy over a period of years to only associate breast-feeding with sexual pleasure. Mommy shortly launched into the first of several clitoral orgasms while her beautiful little pleasure nub vanished under the hood while I could feel the wet twitching of her labia. All the while I just kept suckling harder, more aggressively as I bled it dry.

Mommy was swimming in the afterglow of that release when she took my head in her hands and bent down to place a kiss on my forehead(while her breast was still firmly in my mouth). It was such a tender moment; I felt every-bit of the ‘good-boy’ vibe even though she didn’t say the words. Instead she quietly gasped as her breast rewarded me with one last blast of her ambrosia that tickled the back of my throat before spilling down my airway and causing me to have to stop for a choking fit. The rest of that session was unfortunately a bit unremarkable because by the time it came to our customary hard-fucking I was so wound up from the foreplay that I didn’t last long at all. We did finish with simultaneous orgasms even though it was short, but we both knew that the real birthday session was going to be going down later that evening.

This is the part where it gets confusing, because that session is as Vanilla as we get. I call her my Mommy because she provides for my needs, but I am not her submissive little boy. I am her Daddy, and my needs involve giving her orgasms; lots of them.  It satisfies me to satisfy her, but to truly satisfy her means taking care of her needs. Her needs are darker and less straight forward then my simple desire for service.  She is a natural masochistic sub; she needs to be spanked, flogged, bound, and used as an object. She doesn’t just enjoy certain kinds of pain or psychological degradation; she actually needs it to get off. I very much wanted to get her off on her birthday, and it took me all day to get into the right mind-frame to plan and execute the sort of bondage and impact scene that her dreams are made of.

I tried to play it cool during the day, not revealing that I had anything special planned until very late. She was lying beside me on our new sturdy, steel-framed, canopy bed, watching me as I dug through the toy bag taking out the items I would need. Her excitement could be smelled rather than seen as I was methodically untangling some knots in a few lengths of pretty pink nylon para-cord rope. The keegal balls slid in quickly and easily into her welcoming warmth. Her excitement turned into to the hushed bliss of hypnotic sub-space as I ordered her to kneel on the bed and snapped closed her collar with an audible click. I turned to carefully cuff her ankles to the under-bed restraint system but the cuffs on her wrist were left freely hanging. I took a large length of soft heavy gauge rope and fashioned a barely passable breast harness (I am a rank amateur with rope). As I slipped the blindfold over her head I kissed the side of her face and then just to make sure she knew that this wasn’t going to be some kind of tender session I delivered an 80% force bare-handed slap to her ass that jolted her forward a little and elicited a thankful gasp.

I went to work in earnest on securing her cuffed wrists to the top rail of the bed. I rigged it up using the rope and rail to form a pulley and I could again smell her from distance as I levered both of her arms over her head and tied it off.  I took one of her breasts in my mouth in a grip that was all teeth as my hand went to her now sopping wet snatch. I snorted derisively as it took barely a minute for her to have her first orgasm. I circled around her and went to work on her ass with the textured side of our leather paddle as I pushed in an intermediate sized tempered glass butt-plug. I mixed in a few hard freehand slaps as well once she was warmed up while I reached around to her clit for another orgasm that left her thighs shaking.

I again circled around her while she caught her breath. I reached over to my side table and grabbed my blow-torch and a low-temp candle. I thought it might come as a surprise but apparently she could see the glare of the flame through her blindfold. It didn’t lessen the exhilaration though as the first drop of wax landed on the sensitive skin of her right breast. I again worked her clit with one hand as I dripped the hot wax on her breasts with the other. She came twice more in quick succession and at that moment we were both in heaven. She was such a good girl to give me her complete submission and so many of her orgasms.

I started to slap the now-cooled wax off of her breasts, the primal sadistic urge building in me until I lost control for a second and did something I never do. I slapped her in the face. It came as a shock to both of us but even more shocking was her reaction. She slumped against her restraints and her whole body started shaking, she was having an orgasm, an intense one from the look of it. And all I could do was stare in bewilderment for a moment before I finally snapped out of it and circled around behind her with a new purpose. I grabbed the loop of string protruding from her still quivering vulva and literally yanked the Ben-Wa balls out and rammed my cock hilt-deep into her. I pounded her aggressively until I was completely spent and dripping sweat from every pore. It was a very happy birthday for her but I didn’t have much time to rest since as fate would have it the next day would be Valentine’s Day and another four sessions.

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