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375. ODE TO ORGASM CONTROL

I don’t look at discipline as a kink. While we do a lot of “kinky” things, discipline isn’t one of them. Receiving the consequences of my inability to be the person I want to be is far from kinky, far from arousing, far from being sexually stimulating. I believe that is why I don’t find any fulfillment in mixing my discipline with sex… well, maybe not “any,” but still, it’s not what I connect to as a submissive.

MY COOCH CONUNDRUM

Orgasm Control (OC) is an act of submission. No different than calling him “Sir” or needing his permission to buy something. It is NOT discipline. It’s just another rule I follow and rules aren’t discipline – discipline is the result of not following a rule.

BUT –– whatever you call it, OC is sexually oriented and punishments for failing at OC will likely stay focused on my taco. You might feel there is not much difference between that and being spanked on the ass or whipped across my boobs, and I see your point. However, it isn’t about making a point. It’s about how my mind reacts. For me, my mind connects discipline to something sexual when the focus is on my vajayjay whereas it does not make that connection when focused elsewhere.

Full disclosure – receiving discipline is often a bit sexually arousing. But only because my mind rewards my pleasure centers any time I submit to him, and the greater the submission, the greater the reward. And accepting his discipline is greater submission than say, calling him Sir, thus my pleasure centers are awarded accordingly.

But, in further honesty, the whacks to my squeeze box were more arousing than other punishments. The best way I can describe it is that it felt more like a BDSM scene than a punishment. No other punishment has ever felt that way.

AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION

By the way, I am trying to use as many different slang terms for the punanee as possible. It’s silly and immature, but it’s fun! Feel free to comment and share the terms you use, whether in jest or in your day-to-day vernacular. Curious to hear your slang for the vertical smile!

THE LECTURE

His lecture also added to my mixed emotions. It was different. It wasn’t as much about my specific behavior. It was more focused on my orgasms belonging to him.

That may sound like a nuance, but not to me. When I misbehave, lectures tend to be;

  • Focused on me and my behavior – not what is or isn’t Mike’s “property”
  • Focused on how my behavior failed to meet our collective expectations – not about how I must do this or must do that.
  • Focused on being the wife I want to be, and not focused on a specific rule

But this lecture wasn’t so much about failing to meet expectations. It was much more about the specific rule. It seemed more focused on him and less focused on me.

I think part of my conflict is in that OC feels too much like M/s (Master/slave) and less D/s (Dominant/submissive) and far removed from routine DD (Domestic Discipline). Not that there is anything wrong with that. If it connects for two people, more power to them! It just doesn’t connect me with my submission in the way other things do.

GATEWAY KINK

Part of me sees OC as a gateway to more sexually charged discipline, that it’s the beginning of a bad path. Not “bad” because there is something inherently bad about it, but bad because it drifts too far from what fulfills my submissive mindset.

I know this may confound some of you, after all, my Agreement includes a Sex Clause that, in part, states:

Michael may demand any sexual or physical activity to be performed upon or by Jennifer on him or any other person at any time and anywhere and Jennifer shall comply without hesitation.  Jennifer will adhere to “Anytime.    Anything.  Anyone.  Without hesitation.”  Jennifer shall behave in a way that Mike perceives as oblivious as to the time, place, activity, and/or person(s) involved

What’s different is that I’ve never violated that clause and in fact, can never really do so. That clause is less about a “rule” and more about expressing my willingness to sexually be whatever he wants me to be. For all practical purposes, there’s no way to violate this rule. If he were to ask me to do something sexual that I did not want to do, I would use a safe word and that would be that. So while my intent is to be sexually submissive, it remains my intent to keep discipline separate from sex.

IS IT THE DISCIPLINE?

One answer is simply to ask that there is no discipline to be applied to my poony. We discussed it at Maintenance yesterday, but I didn’t actually call for that (yet). Mike didn’t take a firm position for or against, which is typical. He wants me to work it out. Despite our progression for DD that is “mine” to DD that is “for me,” our DD dynamic is still primarily focused on what works for me. While Mike could dictate a resolution, that simply is not his style. For now, I made it clear that the discipline for any OC violations is 100% up to him and I would accept it no differently than any other discipline. And that simply means, I accept it until I don’t.

IS IT THE RULE ITSELF?

I am not sure it is just the discipline that is the issue. Part of me doesn’t want to give Mike control of my orgasms. And that non-submissive thought is the origin of my my greatest conflict. I don’t like the idea of denying him anything. He enjoys OC. And it isn’t like I am not enjoying it. As stated many times, it has been very fulfilling. But, that fulfillment has come with an uneasiness.

Thus far we’ve been very fortunate in being highly synchronized between our needs and desires. I’ve chatted with many couples who struggle to balance what everyone wants from their relationship (even without DD). And it isn’t like we are far apart on this. But I know Mike is enjoying OC, which adds to my conflicted feelings.

I find it a bit humorous in the context of my journey. I haven’t felt anything like this since pre-DD when I was trying to reconcile what it meant to submit to him, let alone allowing him to spank me. Since Day 1 of DD I have been thrilled with giving more and more control to Mike. Of all the things, OC is what is testing my limits of the control I want to cede.

For now, OC stays. In yet another example of the twisted submissive mind, the part of me that doesn’t want it makes me want it more. And the part of me that does want it, well, it’s getting it. And the part of me that knows Mike enjoys it, make me want it even more. So for now, those things crowd out the part of me that says, “WTF?”

We will continue to discuss it. I set a goal for myself to have some resolution in time for re-writing our DD Contract. I’d like t put this issue behind me, and perhaps “behind” is the operative word. Maybe the solution is simply making it a spankable offense on the behind!

Next: 376. Encouraging your Captain to Lead

374. Uh-Oh-gasm: PUNISHED

I am past due on giving you pervs what you really want – a discipline story! Despite what you might conclude from my posts, spankings are not a daily thing, and infrequent of late – over a month now, and I am not complaining! (I am referring to disciplinary actions and not the spankings at Maintenance).

I mentioned in the 367. NO-vember post that I had an a UO (Unauthorized Orgasm). Read the end of that post for an explanation if you need it.

It happened in October, and thus far has been the only time I’ve orgasmed without permission. At that particular time I was allowed to masturbate at will – edging, no climax. One morning I awoke early in my bed a bit “tingly” down there. I didn’t recall having any sexually charged dream, but my kibbles and bits were giving off a subtle, yet noticeable, thrilling sensation. Hey, it happens to the best of us!

I reached down to check out what’s going on and, indeed, I was a bit moist! I thought I would reward myself with a little more of the thrilling sensation and then simply stop. I knew my journey to the O will take at least five minutes of manual stimulation, probably closer to ten. I wasn’t being overly aggressive in my diddling as I didn’t want to wake Mike or Kayla. Not out of shame – as clearly, I have none (hee-hee), but out of simple courtesy. So I diddled and diddled, confident my O was far away.

I was going at it two-handed style, one to explore around town and one to focus on the main event. That’s the clit, by the way. lol. I think you get the picture. I found I was approaching the O much faster than usual. I stopped, and waited for my heart rate to get back to normal. I could have stopped, but felt a second round of edging was in order and well within what I could handle as I couldn’t possibly be that close.

This time I went too far. I rapidly ascended the O-meter, racing towards the peak at break-neck speed. Well, not my neck, but my knuckles for sure. I stopped, in time, so I thought. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on perspective, the momentum of pleasure took me over the edge. I came.

And I did so with far too much intensity to have a shot at a ruined orgasm, as is required if I happen to come without permission.

As good as it felt, I was disappointed. I broke a rule. It doesn’t matter the rule. Breaking any rule is unfulfilling to me. And I had taken a lot of satisfaction from the fact that it had been over ten months since giving Mike my orgasm and I had never came without permission, until then.

It was a “Oh, shit,” moment of rule breaking, but I must admit, as disappointed as I was, I still told myself, “but that felt really good.”

In the morning I confessed to Mike. I was unsure of the punishment he had in mind, but history tells me he tends to try and associate the “punishment with the crime.”

PUSSY PENANCE

Following Mike’s instructions, I laid on the bed with my body in an “X”, arms spread above me, legs spread below. I had to explain the details of what happened. As I talked he occasionally gave a hand slap to my pussy. Nothing too hard, but enough to get my attention. He lectured me about my pussy being “his” and my orgasms belonging to him.

It was a very different lecture for me. More on that later. As I’ve shared many times, I try to keep sex distinct from my discipline. Sure, we haven’t always been 100% effective in that, but maybe 95%-ish. It reflects a preference I established at the start of our DD.

He retrieved the flogger and softly began to flog between my legs, slowly increasing the intensity. Soft became mild, mild became medium. It was there that the sensations turned from a pleasure/pain mix to just pain. He stopped once my wincing and squirming became increasingly animated.

He walked away and returned with the hairbrush. He told me I would get two series of five hard – and yes, the target was my pussy. The five came in quick succession and on the fifth I instinctively closed my legs as I gritted my teeth from the pain. He told me to spread my legs right now else we start over. I complied. 5 more. Ouch!

He then called me to stand up and bend over. I got about ten or so on my butt. He hugged me, and all was forgiven.

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

A spanking implement care tip – especially when used on the kibbles and bits. We have some disinfectant wipes stored with our spanking implements. Whenever we retrieve an implement it gets wiped down, and wiped down again when we put it away. Spanking, especially with the flogger, can create micro tears in the skin that could invite germs and infection. And, If the object of the spanking is the vagina…well, even more inviting. So, keep your implements clean!

WE NOW RETURN TO OUR REGULAR PROGRAM

I do not disagree with Mike’s course of action. It was atypical, but within the scope of what I have agreed and accepted. He’s my husband to whom I submit to, and look to, for discipline regarding ALL my rules.

In the end, I did not equate this punishment to sex. It stung and I was a bit tender for about two days. But, funny thing (or not so funny depending on your perspective), there were times the tenderness was a bit pleasurable. A nice bonus, indeed, BUT, not enough to compensate for the physical pain that preceded it and, most importantly, the emotional pain of disappointing myself and Mike.

SOMETHING UNRESOLVED

I feel I am still exploring this whole Orgasm Control/Denial thing. I have yet to completely figure out if it is truly for me.

On the “pro” side, I am loving it and I surprise myself by how much it has changed my views about my Orgasm. Both the idea of it and our implementation of it has tickled my submissive mind in all the wonderful ways I like it to be tickled.

BUT, on the “con” side, I can’t put my finger on it (ha, that’s a masturbation joke in case you missed it). I have this nagging feeling like it isn’t for me. It’s just too sexual and goes against my desires to keep my discipline separate form my sexual activities

But I don’t want to give up OC either! I can’t seem to reconcile those two thoughts.

And I have received “pussy spanking” before, although very rarely. Maybe this was the third or fourth time? So the punishment isn’t necessarily my issue. Or maybe it is?

Aha! Wait. That’s perfect A classic throw-back post where I share something, like a spanking, and follow it up with some esoteric ramble about the meaning of life, or in this case, something even better – the meaning of my orgasms!

That’s it. I rewarded you with the kinky post, so now it’s time to reward myself with a self indulgent post diving into trying to reconcile my inner conflict. Coming soon.

Uh. . . bad word choice!

NEXT: 375. Ode to Orgasm Control

371. So long to SEX?: Submissive Wife

My “free reign” over my O, mentioned in my previous post, ended December 8. Six full days of diddling to completion. . . assuming my chores were done, and I can’t think of any better motivation to complete them as quick as possible!

I wanted to test myself to see how long I could go without an orgasm. The first time I touched myself the arousal meter skyrocketed. I immediately say, “F-that!” to any thoughts of not getting to O – and O I did!! Between masturbation and sex with Mike and/or Kayla, I averaged four O’s a day during those six days. Impressive by my standards!

Mike then informed me my “free reign” was over. That means back to our Orgasm Control (OC) and Abstinence and Edging (A&E) routine. No sex without permission, including masturbation, and no O without permission. For now Mike has prescribed edging three times a day. He sometimes changes this up without notice, so tomorrow it could be complete abstinence, and he will throw in an orgasm here or there. That’s part of the, dare I say, “fun.” Not knowing what tomorrow holds regarding my sexual release.

I shared more about the impact OC & A&E have on me in 352. JuNO: The Big “No.” I won’t repeat myself, but suffice to say after getting to ZERO during NOvember, my DSAS (Default Sexual Arousal State) sits at about a 2 on a scale of 1-10. Once again I can say that when I am not horny, I am still a little horny.

PROLONGED ABSTINENCE?

Mike threw this bomb out there. “Jen, what do you think if I put you on extended abstinence, like three months or more?”

My first reaction was that perhaps he was just kidding, or just curious how I would react.

Rule-check regarding answering questions from Mike. I am required to give direct answers and not answer with a question and most definitely never answer with a “Whatever you want.” “Whatever you want” is a given in our relationship. When he asks me a question it is because he expects an answer. One caveat is that AFTER I have answered, I can ask a question if it is intended to help me better understand the question.

My answer — “My initial reaction is I would not like it. I am always willing to try things, sometimes just for the sake of exploring, and sometimes because we believe there will be some direct benefit. In this case, I am open to exploring it. Again, I don’t think I will like it, but I didn’t think I would like NOvember either, and it was a great experience, so much so that I don’t dread the next one. Three months sounds daunting, but I am intrigued and curious how, and IF, I could handle i.”

He said, “Okay, I am not saying we will do that. At this point I was just curious about your thoughts.”

And that was that.

I shared this with a fellow submissive that emails me on occasion. While also submissive, she was concerned for me (hey, not all submissives are alike). “Does that mean he isn’t interested in having sex with you?” “Sure, he gets to have all the sex he wants with Kayla or others, so he’s satisfied.” “Are you just some robot slave that doesn’t need to be sexually stimulated?” And there was more, and I am sure many of you can think of other things that should cause me to be concerned.

Honestly, NONE of those things concern me. If he did impose extended abstinence or denial, then so be it. If that is what he wants, by default, it is what I want. I trust that he is doing it because it fulfills him and thus, it fulfills me. Things that express his control and dominance automatically have a benefit to me. That’s just how my mind works. And while I wouldn’t choose extended abstinence, if he choose it for me, I accept.

That doesn’t mean I don’t have a preference. My preference is to have sex when I want and orgasm when I want. While we are at it, I also prefer to be lazy sometimes (more often than not). I would prefer forgetting about household chores, doing nothing, and indulging myself.

But that’s the path to the pre-DD Jenny. My biggest preference of all, that supersedes my self-indulgent preferences, is a preference to submit to my husband. Not out of some sense of duty or obligation, but because that is where I get the greatest fulfillment. So in an only-in-a-submissive-mind kind of way, not being self-centered is being self-centered. My mind, my heart, and my soul, are fulfilled when I submit to my husband. I am a submissive wife!

There are parts of NOvember that I miss. I haven’t felt the same about orgasms since then. Don’t get me wrong. I like them, they feel great, and I wouldn’t object to more of them. But, I think a year of OC and the full month of abstinence has re-wired my brain. I don’t think of my personal sexual climax about being mine. My orgasms are his, for him, from him, and about him. It now seems a bit selfish to orgasm just for me. And the longer he makes me wait to give him my orgasm, the better it feels when he does.

And, while it’s strange and still foreign to me, I admit, there is joy even in the waiting. Joy in waiting, and joy in cumming. And the greater the former, the more amazing the latter.

Geesh! I’ve gone full-on submissive! Okay, so I am slow. I am sure most of you are like, “Jen, you’ve been full-on submissive since day one.” But for me, this is big. It’s something I never even knew existed within D/s, and never would imagine I would try, let alone enjoy.

It’s a bit humorous to me. The pre-DD Jenny couldn’t relate in any way, shape or form. Not to DD, not to D/s, and definitely not to Orgasm Control. But then again, pre-DD Jenny was more unsettled, anxious, irritable, and stressed.

Even after 5+ years, I continue to revel in my evolution during my DD journey! What will I learn over the next five years that can bring me joy in ways I’ve never imagined?

NEXT: 372. Kayla Shufflebottom

370. ABSTINENCE AND ADDICTION?

A few post back I wrote of the orgasm denial event known as NOvember. Here’s how it went.

GROUND RULES

Since adding Orgasm Control (OC) to our dynamic a year ago, it’s been mostly a lot of edging, fairly frequent release, and very short periods of abstinence. HOWEVER, Mike wants NOvember to be different from our norm. He told me to expect it to be “mostly” about complete abstinence. He might allow some sex or edging at some point, but that I should expect little of that.

FIRST NIGHT – NOVEMBER 1

A day void of touching or overt sexual stimulation. I clarify “overt” because my default state is a 2 on a 1-10 scale of sexual stimulation and at this point I was easily a 3. The thought of month-long abstinence was enough to bump me up a notch. Hey, when you can’t have something, you just want it more! It was a day of subtle and not-so-subtle sexual aches and throbbing in my hinterlands. I did my best to ignore them. I was a good girl and did not engage those urges.

Bedtime. Keep in mind Kayla is not subject to NOvember (she will have her turn during JuNO). Mike and Kayla start having sex. Nothing noteworthy about that. I knew I could not join in without being asked and I had no expectation of Mike asking me to join. BUT, I figured I can do what I often do – watch! Nope!

Mike told me to roll over, my back to them, and go to sleep as he didn’t want me “turned on” by watching. Of course, I could still hear them (Kayla is, well, let’s say, “animated” when having sex). And I could still feel the bed moving, but, I complied and rolled over and closed my eyes.

Surprisingly, I fell asleep sometime after I heard Mike cum and tell Kayla to suck him “back into action” for another round. I slept through round two.

DAY 2 through 9 – WITHDRAWALS

Mike kept me completely chaste. It was harder than I expected. There were many times I didn’t think I was going to make it without touching myself. It was a near constant ache mixed with tingles in my nether-regions. My heart would race with thoughts of sexual stimulation. My mind went in and out of sexual thoughts MORE than usual. It was distracting and frustrating.

But I was a good girl. No touchy! Yea, me!

DAY 10 – DETOX

I was writing in my journal the evening of Day 10 and realized I hadn’t thought of sex a single time during the day. Like a switch, the sexual vibrations and desires were gone. It was odd. It had been 10 days since an orgasm and 10 days since any sex, manual or otherwise. I HAVEN’T BEEN DRY THAT LONG IN OVER 5 YEARS!

It felt. . . WEIRD. And the weirdest thing is, I would have expected that by just thinking about it, I would quickly revert back to the aches and tingles of those first 9 days – but I did not.

Prior to Day 10, when I wasn’t horny, I was still a little horny. Now? Nothing. Zip. Further, I felt content being abstinent and stimulus free. I began to revel in this new feeling. This feeling of being at ZERO on the sexual stimulus scale. What is this place? Where did it come from? I had forgotten it existed.

Hum? What’s going on down there? What’s going on in my head?

Nothin’ – nothing at all. That’s weird.

And in my submissive mind, a new realization emerged. I realized that a part of me was MISSING the frustration of those first 9 days. Yes, in hindsight, the sexual frustration was a type of submissive reward. But that was now gone. And no matter how much I missed the feelings of the ache between my legs and frustration over a lack of release, I could no longer connect to those feelings.

They were gone. I had detoxed from sex!

DAY 17- A REMINDER

17 days of not having sex or direct sexual stimulation in any way.

I mentioned back in May that we have an account on BDSMLR. Mike expects me and Kayla to post something on there fairly regularly, requiring us to peruse porn for something post worthy. I am doing that, all through NOvember, but even that isn’t moving the stimulation needle off of ZERO. That too was a weird experience. Looking at what is normally sexually stimulating images and feeling nothing!

But out of nowhere, on Day 17, I got this urge. I wasn’t even doing anything – honest! Just walking in my house and – wham – this tingle hits me between the legs. And more than just that, it is SHOUTING at me, demanding my attention. I sat down, pulled my knees together, clenched between legs, “Go away.” I worried that clenching was maybe a form of stimulation, so I quickly stopped, and squirmed to try to squash the feeling.

I confessed to Mike, and luckily he felt a clench was humorous and not a violation. Lucky me, I guess? Eventually this urge out of nowhere began to subside. There were a few aftershocks the rest of the day. Fortunately, I remained a good girl. No touchy!

DAY 18 – WHAT WAS THAT?

I don’t know what yesterday was about. Maybe that’s a classic withdrawal reaction? Sexual stimulation is full of feel good natural chemicals – rewards from your brain. Here’s an article.

I was coming off a nearly constant FIVE YEAR period of sexual stimulation. The decreased activity in my prefrontal cortex, orbitofrontal cortex, insula, cingulate gyrus, and cerebellum along with missing a steady release of oxytocin, meant my body was going through real withdrawals. Who knew? But lucky the return of my “withdrawals” only lasted a day. Day 18 was “urge” free.

DAY 19 through 30 – Submissive mind connects!

Mike followed through with this possibly being a month of no sex. No sexual acts were performed on or by me, by myself or with someone else.

And a new feeling emerged. Joy! I was enjoying being denied!

Even though we have been doing OC for a year, for the first time I felt I truly understood what I was giving Mike. I found joy in the fact he was holding my orgasms. I knew (or at least hoped) that at some point he will let me have one. But I found joy in that I didn’t just give him control of the “10” on the sexual stimulation scale, I gave him the entire scale, including 1 through 9.

My submissive mind connected to OC in a new way that was extremely fulfilling to me. I realized it wasn’t enough to grant Mike certain controls over me. Giving up power means far less than him actually USING those powers. It’s like if I had given him the power to discipline, yet he never disciplined. I gave him control of my sexual activity a long time ago, but he never took that control like he did in NOvember. Mmmmmm. I like that.

The submissive mind is weird!

DECEMBER 1 – LET IT RAIN?

When NOvember started, I had imagined December 1, as being an orgasm-fest. That I’d ask Mike if I could masturbate or have sex as soon as woke up and I’d spend most of the day fiddling myself. It turns out, I didn’t have any sex on December 1.

Somewhere in my mind I got it that the month was starting on Wednesday. So I had already told myself Wednesday was the day of orgasm. It was half-way through Tuesday that I realized it was now December. The odd thing was, I didn’t immediately equate it to being the end of NOvember. That’s how far I came in detoxing from sex. (hum…is that the right way to frame that sentence… came?) I digress.

But later that evening it DID dawn on me. And since Mike hadn’t said a word, I thought I’d show how “tough” I was. I didn’t say a word either and waited to see what happened at bed time.

Well, at bedtime we had sex, but, Mike surprised me and said, “But I don’t want you to orgasm. You can do that first thing tomorrow.”

I’ve had “no orgasm” rules before. But not after a month of abstinence. I wasn’t sure I could do it. But actually, it was easier than ever. I think it was because I was starting at ZERO versus already being at a 2 or 3. I was also way more focused on Mike and Kayla. Almost as if I was just watching the three of us and not participating. It was a nice perspective. It felt good to be an observer of my own sexual activity.

DECEMBER 2

I awoke from my sleep. NOvember was awesome. The journey was amazing, the things I felt were amazing, the things I learned about myself were amazing. It all felt great, but DAMN! I was ready for it to be over.
I got to fingering right away and didn’t stop until I came.

I’ve been allowed free reign on my orgasms until further notice. I’ve already had to recharge several vibrators! I am glad I’ve got 11 months before next NOvember!

NEXT: 371. So long to Sex? Submissive Wife.

367. No-vember: Orgasm Control

I should give you an update as to the conclusion of Chelsea’s stay with us and where things stand between her and her husband. Perhaps another post. I am overdo for sharing a kink-related story. . . as if the whole Chelsea thing is just normal vanilla stuff! lol. Anyway, I thought it was time to write about something fun and even a bit silly, ORGASM CONTROL.

Mike decided I would be subject to NO-vember. As in no orgasms all month. In fact, perhaps even no sex at all! But before I elaborate, let’s get on the same page regarding Orgasm Control.

I’ve shared that late last year I agreed to give control over my orgasms to Mike. That is, I can only cum when he has given me permission. As part of that, I can not even masturbate without explicit permission. I also shared that back in June, both me and Kayla were subject to Juno.

BACKGROUND

Mike was the one that came to me with the idea and, always willing to consider anything that gives Mike more control and influence over me, I was game. It all seemed a lot like a game to me. It’s such a silly thing for a couple to do, even in the context of our less-than-vanilla lifestyle. Or so I thought! I’ve learned it’s serious stuff!

Serious in that it has had profound consequences – positive consequences. It has had a far greater impact than I thought it would. It may be silly, but it’s also serious in a uniquely kinky way!

Orgasm Control isn’t just about abstinence. In fact, it’s less about abstinence and more about simply not being allowed to orgasm during sex. There’s a lot of “edging” that goes on. Here’s a link for the uninitiated. Also, here’s another great article on Kinkly.

The folklore is that edging turns a woman into a constantly dripping brain-dead sex-crazed goon who is ready, willing, and able to perform any sexual act on command. I learned that this folklore is actually fairly accurate. Of course, with me, Mike was starting with someone that isn’t far removed from already being that caricature.

I’ve shared before that Domestic Discipline has given me a heightened sexual feeling 24×7. On a sexual desire scale of 1 to 10, I feel I my “baseline” state is a 2. For context, think of it as being in a constant state where I am 20% of the way to an orgasm. I believe it is because I am so happy and fulfilled and my mindset of constant submission stimulates me sexually even though I may not be thinking sexual thoughts. Submission is just sexy to me! Orgasm Control (OC) added to that baseline. . . yep, “dripping sex crazed goon” is not too far off.

I must ask permission to masturbate or for any sex I have, as well as ask permission to have an orgasm. He may also tell me to edge at any time. Since adopting OC, it reduced how often I masturbate to climax. And maybe about a third of the time I am not allowed to cum during sex. So I’ve gone from daily-cummer to maybe twice a week on average, three or four in a good week.

This increased my “baseline” sexual desire to at least a 3.3 or maybe even a 4. That may not sound like much, but think of it as being 33% of your way to an orgasm — as your default state throughout the day. OC can be summed up like this:

Even when I’m not horny, I’m still a little horny.

When Mike tells me to edge it doesn’t take me long to go from 33% to 99%. And then I have to stop. No orgasm. The more days I am only allowed to edge, the more my baseline increases, until, indeed, as foretold by the kink prophecies, I am desperate to have an orgasmic release.

And when finally allowed to cum, it’s almost never just an “Okay you can cum.” It’s an edge, then a stop. Another edge, then a stop. Another, and maybe another. And then finally, usually with me begging to be allowed to cum, he allows it. Typically, I am not a very vocal cummer. But the best way I can describe orgasms after extended OC is this:

I beg him with my words, my eyes, my body.
I scream my desire, squealing phrases
that will make me flush in shame
when I recall them tomorrow.

These are by far the strongest most earth shattering orgasms I’ve every had. It makes OC worth it!

And as a bonus, it just tickles my submissive spot to know that I can only orgasm if Mike allows it. I often have to ask permission to do so. The act of asking, sometimes begging, for it has its own impact. It tickles my submissive spot even more, and at a time I can’t stand much more “tickling.”

NOvember

Like Juno (June-no), NOvember is another month one can dedicate to OC. While I live 24×7 with OC, (ha, sounds like the beginning of a pharmaceutical commercial), these “special” months are designated for more intense and focused OC.

Mike decided that he didn’t want me and Kayla to both be subject to his NOvember. He announced that Juno will be for Kayla, and NOvember will be for me. So, yea me!

Further, while our first Juno had a lot of edging and sex with no orgasm, Mike said he would make these “events” to be more about overall abstinence with some of the edging thrown it. But no cumming, so yep, November will be an orgasm free month for me, unless I mess up.

Oh – speaking of messing up. What happens if I let an O slip in? For one, I am expected to handle a UO by making it a UFO. That’s our-speak for Unauthorized Orgasm and Unauthorized Failed Orgasm. A failed orgasm, better known as a “ruined orgasm” is one where I am expected to NOT enjoy the moment. I do my best to distract or disrupt what’s going on down there and everywhere else in my body. Basically, try and make it as weak of an O as possible. In addition to UFO, I would also be subject to disciplinary action and perhaps a prolonged period of abstinence.

Have I ever slipped and released a UO! Yes, once!
What is a typical day in NOvember been like? Perverted minds want to know.

Next post, maybe?

NEXT: 368. Passive-Aggressive vs Aggressive-Aggressive: Chelsea Update

352. JUNO: The Big “no”

We celebrated five years of Domestic Discipline on March 17. It was March 17, 2015 that we signed our first DD contract. It was very simple and good for 30 days. After a successful and interesting first 30 days, we felt more confident in what we both wanted and decided on a new contract, this time for six months. At that end of that six months we were feeling like professionals and committed to two years of DD. I shared that first two-year contract here.

When that contract ended we did one with a 17 month term as we were feeling sentimental about March 17. We wanted all future renewals to be on our DD anniversary. Aren’t kinky couples sweet?!?!

And our current contract runs from March 2019 to March 2021. I can’t believe it is less than a year away!

I mention this because I feel our contract is a significant reason why we have been successful in our DD. I define success by the level of fulfillment, joy, and harmony it has brought to us – individually and as a couple. It’s brought an abundance of all three!

STEADY AND STABLE
Some time ago we reach a period of stability in our dynamic, where there are not many dramatic new facets to what it means for me to submit to my husband. Our March 2019 contract was not that different from the October 2017 version. We both found a level of DD that felt right for both us, and it is all now a reflex, a routine, a part of us, without much thought or effort.

There was one recent development I think I mentioned but did not go into detail, and that is the addition of Orgasm Control.

ORGASM CONTROL — The big “nO”
It started about mid-December. Mike asked me one day what I thought about it. None of our friends within our Circle of Trust have it in their TTWD. While we had both read about it in other blogs, we never gave any consideration to incorporating it in our dynamic. So when he asked me, I honestly hadn’t thought about it as something we could do, or should do.

My views on it were that is sounded silly to me, a silly game that I didn’t connect to in a submissive sort of way. I have a lot of sex, and masturbate a lot, pretty much a daily cummer (and multiple ones at that)!! Why would I give that up? Why would I put Mike in control of when I could orgasm and when I could not?

And the way the concept of edging is portrayed also seemed ridiculous to me. It’s often portrayed as a way to get a woman to a state of feeling constantly needy, ready to go on any sexually adventur at a moments notice, their brain feeling warm and fuzzy at all times, yearning for sexual release. It is often portrayed as a way for a woman to demonstrate sexual selflessness, keeping them focused on the sexual pleasure of others. Further, for some that focus is not just prioritized over their own pleasure, but at the total exclusion of their own pleasure. It’s a mindset that orgasm is simply better when someone else decides when you can have it and it is never your own personal goal without permission. It’s just one more part of your obedience and submission. And finally. . . for some, it’s a mindset that good girls don’t cum unless told they can do so.

Why would I, a sex charged daily cummer, ever want that?

But I did!

It was one of those things that attracted me simply because it didn’t attract me. I know that doesn’t make any sense, but as I stated, my submission has been on a pretty even keel for a long time. The thought of doing something new, especially something that didn’t sound inviting, was the perfect thing to tickle my submissive spot. So I informed Mike I was in, if that is what he wanted.

Mike said he asked me because he was curious, but given my enthusiasm for wanting to give it a go, he made the decision that yes, we would incorporate that into TTWD. And Kayla was included in this edict.

Six months into it and all I can saw is WOW!!!!!

A&EABSTINENCE AND EDGING
Along with giving Mike full control over when I am allowed to orgasm, he also instituted Abstinence and Edging (A&E). Thus there have been extended periods of no sexual activity, or very limited sexual activity, peppered in with times of being highly aroused but not allowed to go over the edge to orgam, aka, “edging.”

I never understood the concept . . . UNTIL NOW! A&E coupled with the fact that I was submitting my O to him totally put me in an altered mental state, sexually speaking. I am hornier than ever and much more easily aroused and excitable. I sometimes crave sex in a way I never did before and I feel the cravings.

There is an ache in my hinterlands at times. Not a painful type ache. It’s hard to describe. I’d say a “burning” but that evokes feelings of a UTI, and it’s definitely not that. Just this aching to be touched, like my vagina is actually calling out to me, “touch me, touch me!” It’s a little painful, a bit distracting, but overall, very erotic and pleasurable, if that makes any sense.

So apparently, the way edging and orgasm control is portrayed is HIGHLY ACCURATE!

JUNO
Who knew there was an entire month dedicated to orgasm control? It was news to me. June is Juno! As in, no orgasm~



NIPPLEGASM

While I have always been fairly quick to orgasm, I almost always require clitoral stimulation to get there. Sometimes penetration will suffice if preceding by plenty of clitoral stimulation. Well, thanks to A&E I had my first orgasm from nothing more than nipple stimulation. And it was prolonged and intense!

Speaking of having to stop before completing the deed… or in this case, completing the post….

STUPID WORDPRESS

I would love to share the details of my nipplegasm, but this stupid new WordPress editor is getting me so frustrated that I am done writing for today. With the advances in technology you’d think any service would easily be able to enhance the user experience, not make it more difficult and less intuitive. Very frustrating. Thinking of quitting WordPress and moving to another platform.

NEXT: 353. On this date, March 153, 2020