Okay so I'm in this really weird mood today, really all weekend long. Tense, heart pounding, anxious and in a near constant state of arousal. Am I oversharing here? Well maybe.
I do occasionally write erotic fiction. It's a cathartic experience, and a way to live vicariously through the characters, experiencing everything I would hope for in a relationship. So I just wrapped up one of these and submitted it, and it's left me in this hyper-sexualized submissive mood. But fiction and fantasy aren't reality are they. And that leads me to what I wanted to post about, which is how we shape our reality.
I hope this isn't too cringe, or again, I don't mean to over-share. But a few years ago, I had an experience with a woman that was incredibly powerful and it shook me to the core, and ever since I've been chasing that high. I'm not even sure I SHOULD share this, because a gentleman shouldn't kiss and tell, but she was a pro domme, and, well, being a kinky submissive here in a sexually conservative can be a lonely experience. So I turned to someone- anyone- to fill the void of companionship. I was not in a relationship at the time, and eventually realized that this "professional" relationship couldn't give me the fulfillment I was seeking.
She had started off by flogging paddling, and spanking me until my ass was red and there were tears in my eyes. That flogger and that fiberglass rod really HURT! Right up till the edge. I remember the fear, the sweat, the tension, the anticipation of waiting for the next strike, not wanting to use the safe word, but wanting to be strong for her.
She also knew, because I had promised her (and kept that promise) that I had not orgasmed since the last time I saw her, two weeks ago.
So she ordered me to kneel in front of a garbage bucket and stroke it. The whole time, saying how little, tiny, and pathetic my cock was, how I could never satisfy any woman with that tiny pathetic cock. Telling me about how her much larger lovers, "Real Men" had filled and stretched her, and put my limp and tiny cock to shame. In my mind I wanted to vicariously live through her lovers, admiring her tight body, and to be those guys. But of course, I just KNEW I never could. Finally the verbal humiliation, and the degradation of being ordered to jerk off into a waste basket was so powerful that I was overwhelmed. I felt my whole body shake almost convulsively when I let go into the waste basket. "Poor little boy had a boo-boo...maybe you need to wear diapers!" she had said, mockingly. Then forced my head into the bucket and ordered me to clean up the mess.
Gross? Degrading? Humiliating? Yes. All these things.
And here's the real problem: It was the most powerful, and intense orgasm I've ever had. The feeling was indescribably powerful, a thousand times better than any vanilla sex could ever be. A thousand times more erotic. And in the presence of such a sexy, hot, and wonderful, understanding woman, it was utterly amazing. I wanted nothing more than to just grovel at her feet and bask in her power. I was in a buzz for days about it, and now that I've been reliving it in my head, I'm can almost feel that same buzz.
And I've been chasing that high ever since.
If you've read this far and not quit in disgust (Because I wouldn't blame you if you did) then thanks for reading- but you see why this is a big problem.
This is simply not condusive to a real healthy fulfilling romantic or sexual relationship. Nobody but a pro would be into this. It has become about "I need...." and what "I need" is just too out there for most people. That's not how a healthy relationship works (even a kinky one.)
So from here on, I will condition myself to think about what SHE needs. Taking care of HER wants. And if her wants are just straight vanilla sex and she wants me to be a gallant, manly stud, then I will gladly re-train my mind to derive the same satisfaction from being that for her. This is the problem when you push things too far. It becomes like a drug, an addiction, and you live your life in vain trying to chase that high.
So anyway, sorry if this was too cringe. Thanks for reading. I maybe shouldnt' have foisted this on you but it is a true story and I am all about being open and honest.