What It's Like to Have Sex With a Pleasure Dom

It’s more pleasure than you can handle

This is the kind of sex I thought I’d only ever get to fantasize about.

I wait patiently, slightly embarrassed but aroused because of how exposed I am. My underwear has been thrown somewhere on the floor. My dress is lifted up past my tits. And I can’t do anything about it because my wrists are strapped snuggly into a pair of black restraints.

All I can do is lie there and listen while Mr. Austin gets up to light some candles. I fuck with my eyes closed, but he likes to watch and take everything in.

The blindfold I’m wearing leaves me sightless but I’m highly aware of where he is — rummaging through the closet, selecting the sex toys he’ll be using on me this evening.

He never tells me what he’s getting. He only tells me to wait while he does it. The surprise is part of the fun.

I feel the mattress shifting as he sits on the edge of it. His hands stroke my thighs for a few moments before pulling my legs open.

He straps the two remaining restraints around my ankles. He moves so patiently, it feels almost like he’s teasing me.

He tugs on the straps to tighten them. Then, nothing happens for a few moments. I know he’s watching me pulling against the tension — all I can do is squirm. I imagine him smirking with satisfaction.

“There,” he says, breaking the silence. “Now I’ve got you right where I want you.”

“Are you ready?” he asks.

I nod, not knowing what he has in store for me. All I know is that I trust him.

I feel his fingertips grazing along my skin. He traces them up my thighs, bringing them tantalizingly close to my pussy before moving them away.

“I’ve got a lot in store for you tonight,” he says.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” I’m doing my best to sound bratty and skeptical. But I’m starting to get breathlessly horny and I know he can hear it in my voice.

“You’ll just have to wait and find out.” He sounds so confident, it turns me on even more.

I feel his weight shifting again. He’s reaching for something. Whatever he grabbed is grazing against my leg. Firm, slightly supple, and just a bit cold. I’m guessing a paddle or a crop.

He smacks it against my outer thigh and I don’t have to guess anymore. Definitely a crop.

He taps it firmly against my thighs and the intensity feels arousing. I feel it tracing up my stomach and rubbing against my nipples. They stiffen from the friction and I brace myself for a smack. But it doesn’t come. Instead, he gives my nipples a few gentle taps, followed by soft smacks to the underside of my tits.

His hand goes to work, softly rubbing my pussy. I lose myself in the pleasure for a moment before I realize what he’s doing — he’s not pleasuring me, he’s prepping me for another blow.

Once he’s got my pussy warmed up and has the blood flowing to my crotch, I feel the crop landing on it in firm pats. Every time it hits, I feel the impact reverberating to my clit and I can’t help but tug the restraints.

“Look how easy it is to get you all worked up.” He teases me, knowing it’s going to turn me on. “You’re so horny you can’t stop squirming. You’d probably let me do anything to you right now.”

He’s not wrong. And having him call attention to my arousal, to my helplessness, to my growing need for him to take me — all of it gives me a complicated mix of emotions. I feel appreciated and wanted. I feel seen and vulnerable. Mostly, I feel warm all over and eager for whatever is coming next.

What comes next is his hand again. Two of his fingers slide into me effortlessly. Another softly rubs around my clit.

The pleasure is incredible. The rhythmic rubbing inside me, the soft pads of his fingertips against my clit — it all works perfectly, overwhelmingly well. I moan loudly, trying not to worry that I might squirt when I come.

I don’t, not this time. But the orgasm is still powerful. I pull against the restraints with all my strength while my muscles tense up. The fact that I can barely move somehow intensifies it.

Two more orgasms follow in quick succession — he knows my pussy well and exactly how to touch it.

He’s shifting his position and I can feel his underwear against my hand. I let my fingers wrap around his stiff cock and do my best to rub it. My movements are limited, but I manage to tug at the waistband until his cock springs out. I stroke it, enjoying the challenge of giving a handjob with bound wrists.

I feel my pleasure building again, his fingers working my clit just the way I like it. I want to give him more than the awkward stroking I can manage.

“Fuck my mouth,” I whisper, half-embarrassed for asking something so dirty.

“You want my cock in your mouth?” he asks, turning my request into a game.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Well, then you’re going to have to ask nicely.”

I giggle. He wants me to beg for it.

I let my smile die down. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck my mouth,” I say in my best pleading voice.

I feel the head of his cock against my lips. I part them and move my head toward him, doing my best to suck him off. But I don’t have enough room. He’ll have to do all the work.

He places his hand on the back of my head, fingers lacing into my hair. He thrusts his cock slowly into my mouth and I feel the rush of submission. Tied up, blindfolded, fingers on my pussy, and his hard dick pushing into my mouth — I am totally and completely his.

His thrusting picks up speed but he keeps it shallow, only giving me the head of his cock. I work my tongue, trying my best to pleasure it while it moves between my lips.

Getting facefucked turns me on so much that I feel my pleasure climbing faster than before. His fingers run steady circles around my clit, never breaking the rhythm. I breathe heavily and it doesn’t take long before I’m coming hard, bucking my hips, squeezing my thighs together as much as the restraints allow, moaning loudly with the sound muffled by his cock.

He slides it out once I settle. His hand strokes my hair and he utters the words I was hoping to hear.

“You’ve been such a good girl. I think you’ve earned a reward.”

I feel lube dripping on my pussy and the surprise sensation makes me gasp. He rubs it into my clit and then pushes his fingers inside me to get me ready for whatever he has planned.

I hear a vibrator turning on. But before he puts it on my clit, I feel something firm rubbing along my pussy, then getting gently pushed inside me.

I breathe heavily while he thrusts the dildo into me. It’s slim, manageable, but he’s still taking his time and being careful.

He rubs the vibrator against my clit — I can tell it’s my favorite wand.

The silicone cock thrusts into me faster and faster while the wand rumbles against my clit. Together, they make me come hard. Then even harder.

I know I can’t hold on much longer. I’ll hit my final climax if this keeps going. But I want something else.

“Fuck me,” I beg.

“Are you sure?” he asks, sliding the dildo out of my pussy but still teasing me with the vibrator.

I nod. I expect him to make me beg for his cock. But he’s merciful this time. He undoes the straps around my ankles and I spread my legs for him.

He’s going to keep my wrists bound a bit longer, though. And the blindfold is probably going to stay on for the entire fuck.

By now, this is the kind of treatment I’ve come to expect — and that’s just the foreplay.

It’s intense. It’s incredible. It’s exactly the kind of sex I need. But only a few years ago, I didn’t know he had it in him.

He was a giver from the day I met him. The first time he ate my pussy, he did it with such enthusiasm that I knew I had found a keeper.

His dominant side took longer to come out. It was always there but mostly dormant. He got to explore it with one of his sexually submissive exes. But I only got to see it when I was ready to embrace my own submission.

The sex we had before that was great but it was mostly vanilla. It felt more like an equal exchange rather than a power exchange.

Lately, that changed. Slowly, subtly, but still very noticeably. The way he fucks me now still involves a lot of the same moves. He’s still very generous. But it feels entirely different and a hell of a lot kinkier.

If you have a submissive side but you’ve always felt put off by a lot of the BDSM practices you’ve seen or heard about, sex with a pleasure dom might just be what you need.

This is what it’s like.

The Punishments Are Playful, Fun, and Pain-Free

One of the biggest reasons it took me so long to get into BDSM even though I have a very strong submissive side is because it looked really uncomfortable.

I’m not turned on by being bent and bound in positions that leave me aching. I’m turned off by pain of any kind. And fingers or cocks shoved down my throat were an absolute no for me.

And that’s the kind of thing I saw whenever I looked into BDSM. Women in contorted positions, slaps across the face, aggressive facefucking.

I know the people engaged in it loved getting that kind of treatment, but I knew it wouldn’t be for me.

Being married to a pleasure dom doesn’t mean there aren’t any punishments, though. It just means they don’t involve any pain.

Often, it’s in the form of edging. He’ll bring me to the verge of an orgasm and stop stimulating me just before I reach it. It feels incredibly frustrating in the moment, but also massively arousing. I can never get enough of it.

Sometimes, it will be the exact opposite. Instead of edging, it’s orgasm torture. It’s making me come over and over again to the point where I’m not sure I can take anymore. It’s going for one more orgasm when I already feel spent and done. It’s a strange mix of feelings — overly intense, overstimulating, but bundled with plenty of pleasure.

Sometimes the punishments are more psychological. He’ll force me to talk dirty because he knows it embarrasses me to say dirty words out loud. He’ll gently mock me for being extremely horny because he knows that turns me on just as much as it makes me blush.

I can feel safe playing with him, going along with his punishments, and earning the pleasure he’s denied me because I know it will never result in physical pain or degradation.

There’s No Aggression, Even When It Gets Intense

You can distinguish types of doms not just by the kinds of things they do to their submissives, but also by the attitude they take on.

I tried to experiment with that. I asked my husband to push things further, to be more aggressive and really lean into that kind of dominance.

He pulled it off and played that role quite well. Too well, in fact. It left me feeling horrible and needing a double dose of aftercare.

He wasn’t more physically aggressive, but he was more demanding. His tone was harsher. He was commanding instead of simply being assertive.

The sex was good. He did all the usual stuff. But I spent the whole time feeling like he was mad at me or that I was in trouble, which was just upsetting.

That kind of aggressive attitude works for a lot of submissives. It makes them feel like they’ve been put in their place, and that’s exactly what they’re looking for.

Not me, though. I need a pleasure dom or maybe a daddy dom because I can only get aroused and excited when the sex is playful.

When I submit to my husband, it often feels like we’re playing a game. And that’s part of the reason it’s so fucking fun.

I love it most when the mood is light, makes me feel giddy and giggly, and makes me want to submit not because I’m told to but because I feel a strong urge to give my partner exactly what he wants.

It Never Leaves a Mark

Some people who practice BDSM are really into the marks it leaves on the submissive’s body. The bruises, scratches, and redness that lingers are visual reminders of the role you play.

Feeling the sting of your bruise the next day brings you right back to the activity that gave you that mark. It’s sort of like waking up with sore thighs and getting a vivid flashback of how hard you got fucked the night before.

I completely get it and I see the appeal. But because I don’t have a masochistic bone in my body, marks are just blemishes and sore spots just hurt.

That’s another reason I’m into pleasure doms. They’ll spank, smack, and paddle you without ever causing pain or leaving a mark.

My husband and I own a couple of paddles, a pair of riding crops, and he’s extremely fond of administering spankings to my bare ass.

He smacks me firmly. It feels intense. It makes me catch my breath. But it never hurts. It’s pure pleasure.

After we’ve fucked, my abs are usually sore from tensing up during each orgasm. Sometimes my legs or arms feel like they’ve had a workout from all the tugging and pulling I did in my restraints. But that’s as far as it goes.

No matter how many punishments he gives or how often he slaps my ass, he never leaves a mark on my body even though I bruise very easily.

It’s Domination Without Being Domineering

I’m kind of a brat by nature. I love teasing, challenging, being defiant, and mocking.

But that doesn’t mean I’m into brat tamers. They’re not usually the kinds of doms or dommes I find most appealing.

I’m turned on by people who know how to work with my brattiness, not the ones who want to get it under control.

I want my bratty tendencies to be appreciated and respected. I want my defiance to be encouraged. I’m not looking to be broken in or put in my place.

And that’s another reason I’m more into pleasure doms. They know how to keep a power exchange without taking on that domineering attitude.

They can encourage your submission just by projecting confidence and by taking the lead. You submit to them because you know they’ll reward you with the kind of pleasure only they can give.

The first time my husband put me into subspace and made me feel perfectly submissive, he didn’t give me a command or force me into compliance. All he had to do was blindfold me, handcuff me, and tell me “I’m taking over.”

Just like that, I felt like he was in charge and I wanted to do nothing but please him and do whatever he wanted me to. He didn’t have to make me do anything — I just followed his lead.

It’s Getting Fucked by the Ultimate Givers

Pleasure doms get off on giving you as much pleasure as you can handle. Sometimes, they’ll give you more than you think you can take.

Being married to a pleasure dom actually makes me feel guilty sometimes, because I’m almost always on the receiving end.

He gets his, for sure. I’ll stroke his cock. When he gets me turned on enough, I’ll suck him off with my best moves. He gets to rub his dick on my pussy, fuck me fast and hard, and when I’m in the right mood he gets to slide it into my ass. And we always end with him coming somewhere on my body.

But the focus is almost entirely on my pleasure. Most of the time is spent with him giving me some sensory play, spanking my ass, fingering me, and eating me out. He’ll give me pussy massages, use multiple sex toys on me, come up with new ways to stimulate me.

He might come at the end, but I come so often I can’t even keep count.

I know that a lot of submissives get off on giving themselves over completely, to fulfill all of their partner’s whims, and to pleasure them in any way they want to be pleasured.

With a pleasure dom, though, you’re never the one doing most of the giving. Sometimes you get to be a pillow princess. You might even have to beg just to give them pleasure.

If you can let go of the guilt that comes with always being on the receiving end, though, it can be a downright amazing experience.

Embrace Your Version of Kink

Knowing that pleasure doms exist is what allowed me to fully embrace my submissive side.

They embody all the things I found appealing about BDSM and none of the pain, degradation, and discomfort that made me hesitant to try it.

And it taught me that BDSM isn’t a specific set of practices. It’s a broad category and it’s okay to pick what you love from it.

If I want to be spanked without any bruises, that’s fine.

And if I don’t want to be told to give head, to hear rough commands, or to be punished for being defiant, that’s okay too. It’s my house and I’ll eat cake for breakfast if I want to.

And if your kink happens to involve surrendering yourself over to someone who will give you sensory play, tons of clit stimulation, and more orgasms than you think you can handle, fucking a pleasure dom is exactly what you need.

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