Originally Posted by
DebbieL
I started out as a dom when a girl asked me to tie her up and I found out how much fun it was to drive her crazy with pleasure. For a variety of reasons, she never reciprocated but enjoyed having me tie her up, tease her, please her, and give her orgasm after orgasm until she literally had to beg me to stop - with a safe-word signal to let me know that she had reached her limit.
About a year later, Connie took my virginity but was frustrated because I wasn't having orgasms. After moving into her own apartment, she tied me up and found that I got very aroused by being helpless. She enjoyed teasing and tormenting me, even a bit of S&M, and I loved it. One day, she had come home from work and I started messaging her feet. She was feeling frisky and started to take off her hose, and I asked her to keep them on. She liked that I liked that and was into it, but then she said "At least YOU don't want to wear them", and I gave a response that indicated she had missed the mark - that I DID want to wear them. The next day she left a note on my car telling me it was over.
My first wife had a bit of a dominant streak, and tied me up and pushed me to new limits several times. The best was the time she tied me up, while I was all dressed in a corset and stockings, she was wearing her corset and stockings, and she had me in a ball gag. Then she threw the condom in the trash and said "we're not using that". Then she whispered in my ear "you'd better enjoy this and make it last, because you'll be living with the consequences for 20 years". It was an incredibly freaky experience. I didn't want to be a father yet, but being helpless and dressed like that, I lost control after about an hour. There were a few other times when she took me past the edge, like the first time she tied me up helpless and then pulled out a dildo and forced it into me. I freaked at first, but after about a minute, I really got into it.
I've had other partners who were also great, but most of them were switches. We'd take turns tying each other up and teasing each other or tormenting each other for hours. One taught me how to be multi-orgasmic. She got me off really quick, but refused to untie me. She started stroking my legs and kissing me and biting me, and then scratching me and whipping me with a riding crop. Before long I was having one orgasm after another to the point where I couldn't stop. Each new climax took more effort until I felt like I was going to pass out or die. I didn't want to stop, but I couldn't be sure I wouldn't die so I safe-worded.
I've been blessed since my first marriage with a few women who really appreciated Debbie, and loved switching with her. This includes my current wife, though she much prefers the dominant role.