That's why it's good to be... me!

Near the top of my list of things to do today is to sit down and update my little space on the blogosphere. Those of you who follow the misadventures of LadyDoc know that I recently had a six day play session with my partner.

Whenever I hear that someone has been off on a play session I'm always curious as to what their favorite part of the adventure was. I would never ask such a thing directly because it seems a bit intrusive. You know me, I'm an open book about such things so I'll just go ahead and share it with you, no need to embarrass yourselves by asking!

First, let me give you a little bit of background; setting the scene so to speak. My partner is an older gentleman (I don't think he'd have any objection to me saying that), he's 12 years older than I am. He has a very forceful personality, and can be somewhat intimidating on first meeting. He tells it like it is, and if he thinks you're an idiot he'll find some subtle way to convey that to you. I guess it's safe to say that he doesn't suffer fools gladly. That's one of many things that we have in common. He runs his own business and is very self-directed. He has a great imagination and his mind is always busy. He is very assertive when he needs to be and has a distinct tendency to top from the bottom.

Having said all that, it probably won't come as a surprise to learn that I just love it when this rather imposing personality is reduced to a quivering heap of humanity begging for relief! He loves it as much as I do, and I think it's a complete role reversal for both of us. For me to be completely in charge of a man, to "own" him (his terminology, not mine) is an entirely new experience for me.

One afternoon during our recent time together, I decided to put all that to the test. I got all the supplies together that I planned to use; the Magic Wand (also known as the "scream machine"), the silicone masturbation sleeve (we've had it for awhile, but never played with it), a goodly dose of lube, and an enema bag full of very warm water and a healthy dose of Dr. Bronner's peppermint elixir. I told him to get on the exam table, and then I guided his legs into the slings. How delightful he looked splayed out before me, so exposed, so vulnerable. I administered an injection of Caverject and within a few minutes he was sufficiently erect to have his member placed into the masturbation sleeve. I applied the head of the magic wand in the receptacle of the sleeve and turned it on. Let the party begin!

He was enjoying himself thoroughly when I began playing with his bottom, which only increased his state of arousal. Slipping a gloved and well-lubed finger inside him, I teased him for a bit and then found his prostate. Things were heating up nicely, so I decided to edge him along a bit, stopping the magic wand and then starting it again, stopping and starting. After several minutes, I decided to begin the coup de grace and slid the nozzle into him in place of my finger. I opened the clamp and enjoyed his sudden gasp as the felt the water flowing into him. But alas, he was enjoying it too much, so I stopped the water. I gave him a few seconds to reflect and then started the magic wand and the water. I kept him surfing along the edge of orgasm for quite some time before I heard the magic words, "I want to cum"! I replied "I'm sure you WANT to, but I don't think you NEED to" and I stopped all the stimulation.

He actually had the nerve to grumble about this turn of events, so I gave him a few extra seconds of denial before I returned to stimulating him again. We surfed back and forth a few more times until he was almost levitating off the table. I think I could have kept this little dance going all afternoon but then he said "Pleeeease let me cum, I neeeeed to cum"! That is really all that I wanted to hear, and the man was in desperate straits, actually shaking so I had to take pity on him. The next time that I started the scream machine and opened the clamp, I let it ride to completion. Suffice it to say that we were both happy campers, but one of us was more exhausted than the other.

Don't think for a minute that I was the only one that had that kind of fun. He was able to reduce me to a shaking bowl of human Jello on more than one occasion but to tell you about it, I'd have to start a blog about estim!

Ah yes, it's good to be LadyDoc!