Being a very naughty girl

My Dom and I both enjoy trying new things and are exploring more kinky ideas and activities.  For me, confidence is the key thing in my relationship with my Dom that empowers me to be very naughty

I asked myself the question, confidence in what?  And there are four elements to my response

Confidence that he likes and respects the person that I am

I know that he accepts and likes the person that I am – that he thinks I am clever and kind.  That he respects me

Knowing this allows me to find it sexy when he calls me a slut or makes me crawl across the floor to him

Confidence that he enjoys the way I look

I know that he finds me gorgeous – he tells me that and I can see it in the way he looks at me and acts towards me

When it is spanking time and he bends me over, I want to be able to focus on my delicious punishment, not worry whether he is thinking my bum looks big at this angle

Confidence that he cares about me

I know that ultimately, he cares about me – about my pleasure and enjoyment, and that he is not going to do anything I genuinely dislike

If he is using the crop on my clit or nipples and I am wincing with pain, I know he is doing it because of the delicious effect that pain has on me

Confidence that he is fully enjoying himself

I want to know that he is fully enjoying himself and it shows through in everything we do.  Yes, when he ejaculates, but also when he laughs and smiles, and in the way he looks at me

When he has me tied to the bed and is deciding what to do to me next, I can see the happiness in his devilish smile and the wicked glint in his eye

---

Having all that makes me confident in our relationship and allows our play time to get more and more naughty

Anal play

I can see how our anal play has progressed over the last year or so.  Yes, we enjoyed anal sex and toys like butt plugs from the outset, but we have also introduced some more extreme play as well

Picture the scene.  I am standing naked before him.  He has inserted the ball end of the anal hook into my bottom, the metal of the hook sitting between my butt cheeks and against my lower back.  He has threaded a rope through the O-ring at the top of the hook

My arms are bent back behind my head and my wrists are tied together.  The rope from the O-ring is secured to my wrist tie.  He has then put nipple clamps on me and the chain between the two clamps he gets me to hold in my hands.  The chain and the rope are both slightly taut.  He warns me that if I drop the chain – deliberately or accidentally, he will use the crop hard on the soft flesh of my bottom and upper thighs

If the tug of the chain on my nipples becomes too intense and I try to lower my hands forward, then I pull the hook up and force the ball deeper inside me.  If the intensity of the ball becomes too much and I try to lower my hands backwards slightly, then I pull the chain up and increase the pulling on my nipples

It is a wonderful and awful predicament; and it makes me very wet between my thighs

He forces my legs a little wider apart and starts to play with me.  My body starts to twitch and jerk as his fingers caress and explore me – every movement increasing the torture of the hook and the clamps

I love it and hate it; and scream with pleasure and pain when I climax

Tied up and toyed with

Until I get to know a partner well I don’t feel comfortable with them tying me up – in a large part just due to the safety perspective, but also being sure they know and understand what I like and don’t like.  For instance, I hate the idea of being left alone when I am tied, even for a couple of minutes – and I need to trust they will respect this

Once I was ready, we have had a lot of fun with me being restrained in various ways.  Our tied-up games have become more risqué over time

A favourite for both of us is when he ties me spread eagled to the bed and plays with me.  I love the anticipation as he works around the bed, securing my limbs in place, my mind racing with ideas of what he might have planned

He will often stimulate me with various toys – teasing and edging me for a while, and then giving me climax after climax.  But eventually I reach a point where I am over-stimulated and feel like I can’t take any more.  Both of us were inquisitive to see what would happen if he did just continue

We agreed he would get me to this stage and then take away my safe word.  Now I know safe words are to…. – well, keep you safe, but I also trusted him and wanted to see how I would respond when forced into more orgasms, beyond the point where I would normally have to plead Red.  Afterwards, he also admitted he would have stopped if I had actually said Red but I did not know that at the time – the beauty of hindsight!

I reached that point of over stimulation, that point where my body feels like it can’t take any more, that point where it feels almost unbearable to be touched anymore.  He knew I was there, and he carried on anyway.  The ropes kept my legs wide open, he held my pussy lips fully apart and picked up the Hitachi wand.  I whimpered at the sight of it, shaking my head from side to side.  He nodded and pushed it against my clit

The buzzing toy drove my over stimulated body into another orgasm.  It was incredibly intense, my flesh feeling painful with arousal as he forced my climax.  His fingers pushed into me, stimulating me inside to complement the toy on the outside, driving me to another overwhelming climax.  As he kept going my screams and sobs filled the room, the intensity was incredible yet completely too much for me

Eventually the delicious torture did come to an end.  Before he untied me, he just held my hand and I clung to it, needing that connection between us and reassurance from him

Humiliate me

The other area that my confidence in our relationship has really made me want to explore is humiliation play.  It is not something that had really appealed before, but as we started to flirt with this area, I have begun to crave it deeply.  So, we have experimented, finding out what we enjoy – with me generally taking the lead in terms of suggesting what I want to try

Initially, more straightforward aspects, being made to crawl across the floor to my Dom, begging him for cock as he smears it against my face, coating my cheeks in his pre-cum as he tells me what a needy slut I am.  All of that hugely flames my arousal

I have always been expected to ask permission for my orgasms.  But the humiliation aspect means I also have to ask permission when I need to go and pee, and he will expect to watch as I do so.  He has whispered in my ear before about putting my collar and leash on and taking me into the garden and letting me pee against a tree or a bush.  The whole degrading control in a huge turn on for me

Sometimes he will write on me in lipstick, “Fucktoy” emblazoned across my breasts as he fucks me in front of the mirror.  He regularly inspects my knickers – sniffing them or checking for dampness; and he enjoys gagging me with them.  I hate having to taste my own juices, so I am often required to lick his fingers or my dildo clean once they have been inside me.  The feeling of humiliation is so exquisitely naughty

---

So, if you have been wondering whether your partner would consider naughtier play, maybe you should consider whether you need to empower her with the confidence to do so

---

If you enjoyed this, you might enjoy reading more in Please Degrade Me