A couple of weeks ago we took a long weekend to Las Vegas. Our room was on the 28th floor and you could see the lights of The Strip. Of course, looking at the view was one of our favorite things to do. And Snake seemed to like looking at me as I looked at the view…
Almost makes it sound scholarly, yes? “Attitudinal” – basically how to keep your head on straight when you have the chance to see how orgasms can impact your attitude.
My personal sweet spot is that span of time when subbie-mindset is in full swing and at the same time, I’m climbing the walls wanting to get playtime with Charmer. [SSC: Is there ever a time when that isn’t the case? I don’t remember any but they say that the mind is the first thing to go.] But I’ve come to learn too that that’s indeed impacted by those times when I’m allowed to have an orgasm, vs. those times when I’m denied.
Call me a sap, but I love the simple things – times when we just get to relax, sleep in, be lazy about taking advantage of time together. It’s one of my favorite things, bar none.
It’s really strange to be “my age” and be learning big things about yourself. Sure, no one likes to stop learning and I hope that it never happens, but to be having these pretty surprising things come up over and over again is pretty cool and remarkable.
We’re wrapping up our time in Vegas – a mini-vacation as we head into what will surely be a great time of year for us and the family, but will just as surely be a stressful one. It’s great to get away and goof off and just relax a bit. Hey, I even won $14.50 today on a slot machine. Can’t complain.
You may be tired of having me write about O-control and what I learn, but this stuff, to me, is bordering on epiphany stuff. During this time in Vegas, Charmer has been messing with me in all sorts of ways. The first night out alone she flipped the “me, not you” switch and enforced the denial portion of our dynamic. But something is changing and this was the first time I’d seen this in myself.
At least for us, one of the perks of staying in a nice hotel is the gorgeous bathroom. This one has a huge tub that actually accommodates my 6’4″ Snake and myself along with a separate shower. And, while I love my house and my own tub, it isn’t nearly as fancy as this.
Sitting here and waiting for breakfast to arrive while looking out at the Vegas strip. This has always been one of our favorite places to visit. When we were in college, it was only a five hour drive so we would come early Friday morning and go back on Sunday a few times a year. Of course, that was when we stayed in the $29 per night more-than-a-little-scary motels.
Denial and orgasm control are funny things. With a cage, enforced chastity becomes a thing of power exchange and control. She holds the power to grant or deny orgasms, period. Yes, I realize it doesn’t *require* a cage, but I can tell you in times when the “game is afoot,” it sure makes things more clear.
I had a weird experience this last weekend in terms of learning to work through this whole control and power exchange thing we do. We’d had a great day on Saturday, a lazy, relaxing evening and were just basically lounging around doing nothing in particular. [SSC: I was, however, sitting in a tight pair of jeans and knee-high boots that were driving him a little crazy.] When we did retire for the evening, Charmer decided to punish me for being to suggestive throughout the day. I was pretty surprised by this – but I couldn’t honestly tell if it was punishment, excuse or teasing. Turns out it was more teasing than anything, but it sure worked.
Charmer has a voracious appetite…for reading. As often as not, she’s deep in a book and I see nothing wrong at all with that. Especially when she does it to tease and torture. It seems she’s always finding new ways to do just that.
That’s what I ended up asking Charmer at the end of our time together over the weekend. It was about 4:30a, and we’d just been through a very intense time together.
Let me rewind a bit.
She’d been accumulating infractions and been teasing the idea of trying out some of her new implements that she’d had me order. A couple of paddle-type implements, a crop, a strap and even a cat-o-nine tails. She’d done research and found these were a good cross-section of different implements and that each had different, well, impact. [SSC: Side note: We had also just rocked our first serious solo dance performance in front of friends and family. ] After binge-watching a few shows earlier in the evening, it came to after midnight and she told me to go get things ready for her.