Perfection!

I don't know why, but over the last couple of months I have really struggled to write a post for this blog. It's not like I haven't tried, I've tried plenty. But every time I try it just ends up a big, boring mess of explanations that go nowhere and achieve nothing. Explanations as to why I haven't posted, explanations as to why we haven't had a Femdom Session since November and explanations as to why we still haven't finalised and signed our contract. So today I'm not even going to try and explain any of that because this post will end up deleted like all the others I've tried to write since Christmas. Instead, I'm just gonna concentrate on one specific event that happened a few days ago. Saturday night to be exact... 

For reasons of illness, Mistress and I delayed our Valentines Day celebrations until the 21st of February. We had a lovely meal together at home, and Mistress looked gorgeous as always. She surprised me by wearing my favourite shoes (it was a surprise to be honest because I thought she no longer had them). Those shoes are quite something and the perfect compliment to her very pretty and very sexy feet.

Since we dressed up nice for dinner, and since we own two gorgeous kitties... once we finished dinner Mistress announced that she was going to go upstairs and get changed into something she didn't mind getting covered in cat hairs, but then completely out of the blue, she said 'But first, I think you need to worship my feet'.

She stood by the table and steadied herself by holding onto a chair, while I immediately sank to my knees and started to kiss her gorgeous feet and shoes. It was really unexpected and very hot and is just the sort of 'random act of dominance' we discussed when we wrote our contract, so I'm very pleased and grateful for that; I really hope this continues.

A few hours later, I went to bed first and Mistress followed at about 2AM (I think). I was still awake, or maybe I had been asleep, I don't really remember but I was awake when she got into bed and she immediately moved towards me and reached to grab my cock. I got hard very quickly and for the next 10-15 minutes Mistress teased me so damned perfectly I couldn't even believe it.

Her touches were so light and infuriating, and yet I was constantly on edge, constantly right at the very precipice of being able to maintain control. My breathing was laboured throughout and if Mistress would have given me one hard, unexpected stroke I am sure I would have exploded immediately. It was absolutely I N C R E D I B L E. I could not imagine how it could have been any better.

I don't know why but these middle of the night teasing sessions are always the absolute best and this one was maybe even better than the last one. Well, maybe... I'm not sure, but they were both off the charts good. There's something so special about the way Mistress teases me, like she's almost falling asleep and just absentmindedly teasing my cock with her fingertips, almost like you would pet a cat or dog while reading a book, without even thinking about it...

And then she'll reach down and gently drag her nails up over my balls. It's not painful or even physically intense, but when you are literally one stroke from exploding it's mindblowing. It's really hard to explain just how intoxicating and addictive these moments are, riding the tightrope between wondering if you need to stop and never wanting it to end. It's truly incredible and I love it so very much.

Eventually, Mistress called a halt, but even after she stopped touching me I still felt like I could explode at any second, such was my state of arousal. Thankfully I fell asleep fairly quickly, and wasn't tempted to touch my cock further and risk being punished!

The next afternoon Mistress and I convened in the bedroom where I worshipped her gorgeous pussy until she had a lovely orgasm. Afterwards I stood by the side of the bed pondering which cock ring/toy I would request to use and settled on the Oxballs Ball Stretcher (as my hypercele seemed to have settled down a bit and was no longer giving me achy balls). But first I had to ask Mistress if I could be 'unlocked', a formality really because the last time she had said no was the end of November.

To my surprise she looked at me and said 'No'. Which perversely made me very happy. Not because I didn't want to be teased, I very much did (especially after the night before) but I was pleased because it was starting to feel a bit pointless asking again. 

I appreciate that Mistress still feels awkward saying 'No' and so it's difficult for her, but I hope in time it will become as easy as leaving my cock throbbing and desperate for release. As I've said before, many many times, I want her pleasure to be the absolute priority and my pleasure to be a gift that she can choose to give or not give, for no reason at all...