Played with Corvus yesterday. Decided last week that it was time to humiliate him again. It's been a while, and I think of pain, pleasure and humiliation as a holy trio of BDSM. There's been lots of pain and pleasure, because we both enjoy that so much, but humiliation also has it's uses.
So I gave a couple of hints during the last few days, and they were strangely effectful. By the time we actually met up yesterday, he was pretty fucked up. Very nervous about what I'd do to him, mostly because he'd let his imagination run amok. He knew, rationally, that he could trust me to not push him too far.. But his emotions weren't listening to reason.
Tuesday arrived, and after having eated and taken a shower each, we drove out. I'd already teased him a bit, using items he's got a fetish for, teasing his nipples and such. His nipples have turned crazily senstitive lately, something I'm taking full advantage of. On the way home, I'd gotten an all-clear on humiliation. It isn't, in itself, a big turn on for him. But he trusts me and doesn't mind me doing it occationally. As it turned out, he was more turned on by it all than I'd expected.
Arrived at our destination, a monstly empty parking lot, I started using his fetishes against him. Last time I did that, he got incredibly embarassed already from the get go. This time, however, he was mostly just turned on. So I upped the ante, pushed the fetishes a bit further and finally got the response I was looking for: He was looking down and away, refusing to meet my gaze. A slight reddening of the cheeks, a posture that formally screamed "don't look at me, I just want to disappear". Though even after pulling out all the stops, he still wasn't as far "down" mentally as he was the last time I played with this fetish.
I think it's a matter of habituation. And trust. I'd done something similar, if not that extreme, to him before. And it's been a few weeks since then, and we've gotten to know eachother better. Trust eachother more. It's a good thing, but it also makes pushing him that far down into humilation a lot harder. I have to become more creative, perhaps using his ability to unhinge himself... It seemed to work well this time.
After I was done humiliating him in that way, even having him walk around outside the car (in the dark, with practically no one around, so very safe), it was time for phase two. I'd decided beforehand that I'd try to get into his ass that day. He was ready for that step. And so he was, and so I did. He took to it right away. A bit of tongue work, nibbling and licking, to make him turned on and relaxed, and in I went. (I'd ofcourse brough gloves and lube.)
He enjoyed it. Ocourse he felt it was a bit odd, and ofcourse it was rather intense.. But he'd been up that way before, using a but plug, so he wasn't a complete virgin. I see that as a good thing. While I was doing this, he was partially tied up and still using fetish items. Once I started jerking him off, a finger up his ass, there was very little he could do about it.
Getting him to come still took a long time. A couple of breaks along the way when he got sore and tired, but I always started him up again. I kept on going, though it wouldn't have bothered me that much to be unsuccesfull. I've only done it to him once before, after all. After turning off the lights, to make the situation a bit easier on him, and pushing a second finger up his ass... I made him come.
I then dipped my finger into the sperm and made him lick it off, again and again 'till he'd eated most of it. Just to underline the point that he is mine. Mine to use, and abuse if I wish it. Mine to satisfy, humiliaty and hurt. Or in this case a lot of both... I worked his dick really hard for a long time, and he got very, very sore. As a matter of fact, he's still sore. So this time, his orgasm wasn't that much for his pleasure. It was for mine, for the power of having him do it. For the fun, for me. And it was always perfectly clear who was in control.
And I loved doing it.