Posts Tagged ‘dominatrix’

An Ode To Bottom Worship

I love stubble. The texture of it against my skin, the gentle scratching and nuzzling. Particularly when that stubbly face is rubbing snugly up into my most intimate places – the back of my neck and shoulders, across my tummy, and up my thighs as I lie face down on the bed, right into the crease at the top of my legs that leads up to my bottom.

Have I mentioned before how much I love bottom worship? Call it what you like: bottom, bum, (ass, for my American boys) – all the same to me as long as your face is buried right in it. Intimate body worship is one of my favourite things – partly for the stubble, I won’t lie. It’s a gorgeous sensation: gentle roughness that adds to the naughtiness and taboo of having someone’s face pressed deep into me.

 

Bottom Worship


I like to lie on my stomach, back arched slightly to present my bottom in just the right position – pretty as a picture, and all ready for you to push your nose and mouth into. I have a pretty sizeable derriere,  round and smooth and just right for worshipping, smothering, snuggling and nuzzling. I’m often told that it’s perfectly peachy and luscious, and I adore lying on the bed with it presented beautifully for someone. There’s nothing that makes me happier than a guy who wants to bury his face in it, feeling my warm cheeks press against his face, inhaling deeply to get that gorgeous musky aroma. Dropping deep into a really submissive headspace and letting go of every thought in his mind that’s not solely focussed my body.

When I’m in a submissive mood (and when I am, my bottom is invariably being punished), I love indulging in aftercare that focuses purely on my round bottom – you inspecting it closely, gently parting my cheeks and running their hands all over it. Squeezing and rubbing and kissing me all better after a spanking.

When I’m being dominant, I love to use my bottom to smother the face of my play partner: pressing down onto him and intoxicating him with the scent and the sensation and the sexiness. Sometimes teasing with the crease just out of reach, stirring the idea that if he’s a good boy he’ll be rewarded with the taste of my warm skin. Sometimes going all-out as if I’m trying to suffocate him, overwhelming him with the decadent joy of having my hot thighs wrapped right around his face, until he’s red-faced and gasping for air.

Bottom Worship

Loving domination – What kind of a ‘good boy’ are you?

How does the phrase ‘good boy’ make you feel? Have a think about the specific context – is it being said with sarcasm and spite, spat at you as a token acknowledgement of some pitiful task you’ve finally managed to perform for me? Or is it said with love – my shining eyes looking warmly at you, perhaps a hand stroking your face, as I sigh the words in delight that you’ve pleased me so beautifully?

I’ve talked before about the different kinds of submission – whether you’re the sort of sub who likes to obey immediately or struggle until I conquer you. But there are styles of dominance too, from loving dominance to something a lot more vicious. Which do you prefer?

The way the media portrays femdom is usually this latter type: big shiny latex boots and torture. Of course that has its place, and it’s incredibly fun (having a pliant sub polishing the latex on my latest outfit is, naturally, one of life’s great joys!), but I love exploring the gentler, loving kind of dominance too. The kind that purrs ‘good boy’ in a voice that melts butter as well as your heart, and is more lavish with praise than commands.

It’s worth thinking about because, as with knowing more about your style of submission, understanding the kind of dominance you respond best to helps me work out what makes you tick. I want to know, when I meet up with you, how best to build on our chemistry. Should I be merciful, or vengeful? Calm and loving, or vicious? Should I keep you guessing, constantly walking on eggshells around me so you’re never sure whether to expect my pleasure or my wrath? The more I understand about your kinks, the more fun our play will be.

Recently someone (you know who you are – thank you!) sent me a few examples of the kind of dominance he likes, via some gorgeous audio porn. It includes some beautiful little details. Along with the whispered ‘good boy’, in a voice like silk, there are those delightful commands-that-are-also-requests: “help me get the strap-on,” twinned with conspiratorial giggles. Some time soon we’ll talk about pegging, and why it doesn’t have to be a ‘punishment’, and in this kind of loving domination the pegging is a special treat. Something which, if you can shush while I lube up and slide it into you, will be a special reward for you being so good. There’s a possessiveness about it too which implies closeness – the idea that I’m not tying you up because you need to be controlled, but because I want to make you completely mine.

It’s not quite a sliding scale, because the loving domination can be combined with cruelty as well: perhaps you like being tortured aggressively, submitting to all kind of humiliating abuse as I simply laugh coldly at your torment… and it’s only once you’re spent and trembling that you need to curl up in my lap and have me stroke you softly and tell you to sssh. That it’ll all be alright and you did well.

That you’re a very very good boy.