What happened inside, what I felt is beyond words for me. I felt, yes. I felt more than I ever have in my life with my body exploding in different directions all at the same time. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think. I had no control over the movement of my body at all. I was in his complete control.

And all I can think of now…is to hope that I am enough of a good girl to do it again.

~surrender4love

A squirting woman has full body rolling orgasms that rock her body, she is unable to control her reflexes, her body or even her mind. The beauty of a female after she has had a squirting orgasm is nothing short of amazing. The female mind during a squirting orgasm shuts down to where they take on an almost childish state of mind, unable to complete any but the most simple of sentences. This has been my goal with surrender4love for a couple months now and last weekend we finally achieved it.

It started on the “loverly” side with a lot of kissing and petting, an attempt to involve every sense as deeply into the experience as I could. After a lengthy loverly session we moved on to penetration with her on her back, hands pinned above her head and legs spread wide. We have a standing rule that surrender4love is not allowed to orgasm unless she asks and is give permission, in order to prevent her asking for permission my lips were pressed with force against hers. After a little while I released her arms and allowed her hands to roam my body.

Feeling her body shake as she held back the orgasm I became more forceful, not pausing for even a second in the thrusting. Continuing to ravage her body and feeling the tears of exertion roll down her cheeks from holding back the orgasm I finally released her lips and spoke the command “Cum for Daddy”.

The orgasm wracked her body, she gasped for air and went into uncontrollable shaking and sobbing fits, with a deep moan she exploded, warm fluids shooting from her pussy and drenching us both. She continued to twitch and wiggle in ecstasy for nearly thirty minutes, unable to speak anything beyond a basic word and mostly just giggles, in deep orgasm the entire time. After her orgasm a light touch or breath on her body brought her to the edge of orgasm again.

There is something really cute about a woman who has been fucked silly, truly silly as in unable to speak anything beyond a couple of words. And when those words are spoken there is such a childish enthusiasm that she almost seams like a child learning how to speak all over again.

I find this to be almost the golden chalice of dominance, the ability to take what was once a fragile girl and strip her fears and insecurities away leaving only sexuality, spirituality and acceptance. To be able to bring a submissive to the point of ecstasy and hold her there, to show her body the power of an unconstrained orgasm. This is the sign of a master, one who can not only master himself and control his submissive but to be able to control her body to the point where it belongs to him and his touch, where she has lost all control and he now controls her through the pleasure that he chooses to allow or deny.

Her submission has been absolute in the last week, after the experience that night she has been ready, willing and begging to submit to any desire I have no matter how odd or perverse. This is what I see should be the goal of every dominant, to bring their submissive beyond the “I serve because I am submissive” to the level of “I serve because my body aches”. You can not fight the body, only the mind and in this case she has shown her mind and body belong to me in all ways, when I touch her now I can see the ripples of remembered pleasure surge across her body and the ache for more filling her eyes.

The experience for me has been enormous, to know that I can take her to the point that no other man she has been with could That I can take her to the point where her body, from the top of her head to the tip of her toes is writhing in desire and a simple touch can again bring her to a spasming orgasm. To know that her thoughts will never again be on what another man would feel like because they are always on what I have made her feel like.

~~BloodLustDaddy~~

Rule #1 : My way may not be the best way, the fastest way or even the correct way but it is the only acceptable way.
Rule #2 : “No” is never an acceptable response to a command that is given.
Rule #3 : Do as I say.

Three rules keep things fairly simple and are easy to enforce. If I say the entire bathroom is to be cleaned with salt water then it will be cleaned with salt water. I know that salt water is not the best cleaner in the world but that is not the point and discussing it takes time away from cleaning the bathroom with salt water. (Notice: this is a lame example as I would never demand the whole bathroom be cleaned with salt water, tooth paste is much better… *insert evil laugh*)

With the rules out of the way the rest of my girl’s existence comes down to commands, expectations and experiences. Commands are the easiest to follow, when I command that tonight her hair is to be in a pony tail she knows what she needs to do and that if she does not do it punishment will be had. Expectations are a bit tougher but normally come with advance warning… when I get in the shower at night she knows that I expect to have my clothes placed next to the towel for when I get out, it’s not a command or a rule, it’s an expectation. If for some reason my clothes are not waiting for me she knows that she will not suffer a punishment. However, where my expectations are not being met it can quickly become a command with punishment expected upon failure.

Experiences, these are the ones that are hardest to follow but have the most pronounced triggers… when walking in the door from work if I look at her and say “kneel slave” experience tells her that until further notice she has been instructed to keep quite, be pleasing on the eyes and do as I instruct with no questions or complaints.

As far as rules go the closest thing we have are long standing commands:

• Panties are not to be worn unless her cycle has started.
• She is to instruct me as soon as her cycle starts.
• She is never to place herself in a dangerous situation.
• My needs come before any one.
• If a man hits on her she is to respond with “I am sorry, I am in a dedicated relationship.” and walk away.
• Masturbation is not allowed without permission or instruction.
• Orgasm is not allowed without permission or instruction.
• Profanity is not allowed and will be punished by having her mouth washed out with soap.
• If I am at home she is not allowed to answer the phone or door.
• When I come in the front door she is to present herself to me.
• The collar is never to be removed by anyone but me, except in a health emergency situation.
• Her journal is to be done every night unless otherwise instructed.
• She may not sleep with another person without my prior knowledge and permission.

The above are not rules because situations happen that may result in the need to break these. If someone attempts to drive her off the road a “fucking asshole” screamed out the window would be acceptable. If she is in the bathroom due to food poisoning then I would prefer she stay there rather than attempt to follow some “rule” to the detriment of her health, the carpet and perhaps any guest that I may have brought home.

Another thing that tends to surprise others is that we give no stock to “limits” but instead deal in probabilities, which can be hard to explain. I consider limits to be a challenge of sorts. When someone says to me “I can’t do that” or “I won’t do that” I have to wonder why. Are they truly unable, is it a health issue, is it taboo or a religious issue? Already we have advanced past many expressed limits as we have grown spirituality, mentally and emotionally. I can not say that there exists a hard limit in my life. I tend to be willing to try anything once (except for hard drugs) and limits just tend to get in the way of our ability to grow. The issue I see is not that we have a list of limits in our minds but that we do not update that list of limits as we grow and as our experiences change. What sort of life can you live when you are limited by things that you found undesirable several years ago? Because of these issues we have agreed to rid our relationship and lives of limits, hard or soft.

To replace limits we have enacted a probability standard. There is a high probability that we will engage in bloodplay in the next three months but a low probability that I will order her to give a homeless man a blow job in an alley in the next three years. Not to say that tomorrow won’t have her blowing “Homeless Homer” but probability dictates that it’s not very likely to happen.

Thus we have removed limits and most rules from our relationship and lives, we feel this allows us to grow without being held back by artificial expectations that may have been established prior to us reaching where we are now. Many limits are caused by personal experience in the past or taboos that have been dictated to us by society. Why should we limit our lives because someone in our past told us that having sex in the middle of a park on the 4th of July was unacceptable in society? A good example of a false hard limit would be when we began our relationship, due to past experiences she had endured smacking her face was a “hard limit” and now that we have grown it has become a somewhat regular expectation during sex.

~~BloodLustDaddy~~