It dawned on me recently, as I was enjoying a week that included so many lovely DS moments, just how much amusement, (and even sadistic pleasure) the Domme can acquire, and how much misery and subjugation the sub suffers, from instances of counting-up and instances of counting-down. I wonder of other Dommes and subs have additional examples to those I mention below?
One of my amusements when counting up, is when giving a caning for a transgression for which I have awarded a set number of strokes. I will use the example of 12 strokes. Either I will verbally count each stroke, or I have my bitch count each stroke and thank me for it too. Stroke 12 is reached and delivered and verbally counted. But then, another strokes is delivered. And possibly another and possibly yet another. The verbal counting must continue of course. The atmosphere crackles with the unfairness, with my abuse-of-power and cruelty, and with the subs desolation.
Another amusement would be with my bitch counting each stroke and thanking me for it too. For this amusement, I would wait until the discomfort caused some poor annunciation of a counted number by my bitch. My response was either, “I could not make-out exactly what number you just counted. We will have to start again with one.” OR “Well that was not a very clear thank-you. I expect nice clear, sincere thank-yous, we will have to start again with one.”
Thinking of past pleasures, another of my amusements when verbally counting down, used to be when I had given my sub a count of thirty, to jerk himself off while kneeling on the floor before me. This would be after a period of orgasm denial and a promise that if he did not cum within the counting period, he would not be cumming for another week or two. My two favourite options: 1). I would count down slowly to start with, but then the counting would start to speed up and get faster and faster, while I smiled cruelly, my bitch would begin to whimper and fret and panic. 2). I would count down from thirty but rather inaccurately; “30…29…28…27…21… 20… 19.. 18… 13….etc” When a jump in the counting-down occurred there would be smiling cruelly from me and , whimpering and fretting and panic from my bitch. I mentioned these ‘jerking-off’ examples are pleasures of the past because as you know, my bitch only gets to cum under the sole of my shoes, (and that is a very rare event).
Laughable requests
Very briefly, I am naked but for my bedroom platform mules. I find my bitch. Typically he has gone many weeks without orgasm. I throw poses in front of him and he watches, torturing himself. Then I ask if he has any laughable requests. He asks first, one at a time, for a few things I will never, ever allow. While he is almost certain these things are gone forever, he can’t accept they are, so he asks, ever hopeful. Then he moves to things I am likely to grant once every few months. In this laughable request session, after a couple of refusals of such things, he then asked, “Please Mistress, please may I kiss and caress your beautiful bottom for a few moments, please Mistress?‘ I pondered for a while, and then said he may. He was overjoyed. He knelt behind me and began his very respectful caressing and dry-pecking-kissing. He was making noises of gratitude and ecstasy. I felt like a cruel ice-queen, thinking how low I have driven him from a couple of decades ago, when those noises were because, perhaps, I was allowing him to take me from behind, say. Now those noises were for being allowed to worship my butt cheeks. Then I started a slow countdown, “Ten……nine……eight…..“. He begins to panic and his ardour becomes more passionate and desperate. Then the real cruelty, as with one of the examples above, I miss out some numbers, after, ‘eight’, comes ‘four, then three.‘ He begins to emotionally sob as he kisses and caresses. I get to ‘one‘, and I walk away. Almost always in such circumstances I must walk away to my bedroom for an orgasm; he can hear. No doubt as he does he is thinking of the many, many weeks since he has had an orgasm, thinking how long he has been locked in his tiny chastity tube. He himself, probably shamefully thinking how low I have driven him, thinking that what he just did is now such a treat for him. Poor submissive bitch.
But when the suffering has faded, he will no doubt be as much as awe of me as ever, and so grateful that, unlike so many unfortunate subs, he truly is having his craving met of: being helplessly in the power of a pitiless, cruel dominant. It’s just that there is such a high price to pay for that!
More counting cruelty…
Since Brett was last permitted (a ruined) orgasm.
Share this content:
