My, what a time to be alive. Technology. The internet. Modern engineering. All of this combines to make modern-day sexual experiences an absolute wonder. The toys that are being manufactured are unprecedented, and the ability to pair these with online technologies mean that control can be exercised on anyone from anywhere. What are the limits to this? And what are the consequences?
An online liaison leads to flirting, and flirting leads to a first tentative meeting. Wanting, needing, hoping, desperate, begging for a kiss. Writhing and needy. Deferred and denied. You would think that a kiss would be the most reasonable of expectations, given that I was naked, spread-eagled and tied to the bed. You would be incorrect.
At the outset, my Goddess requested that she control my orgasms. It was the first requirement in our relationship, and it has been the most enduring. To many, that would be interpreted as, “Oh, you’re in chastity, and you don’t get to come.” The reality couldn’t be more different. I submit, I am subject to her control, and I respond to her expectations. But control means what it says on the tin: I’m expected to do what she wants. Period. Full stop. With corresponding climax, when required.