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Anonymous said: Have you ever trained or been w/a girl that came so hard she started crying?
Absolutely. People cry for all sorts of reasons: happy, sad, overwhelmed, frustrated, and scared just to name a few. It can be quite cathartic to cry actually and give you an opportunity to dissolve all sorts of things that stick around and maybe shouldn’t.
People often feel shame when they cry and someone else witnesses it. If you’ve read my blog at all, you know that shame can be a powerful arousal tool. The strange thing is, when used with the consent of the person, someone will often feel more free when intentionally shamed.
Sort of like in the tease I posted recently where a professional married woman was required to say out-lout what a slut she was being. That resulted in her getting close to cumming much more quickly and she commented on how surprised she was that it added to the experience.
I have worked with women whom were brought to tears by being frustrated, and overwhelmed. Some cases when I’ve probed more deeply I found it useful and fun to then poke fun at them and use it to make the situation more intense:
"You think crying makes you less of a slut?"
"Awe sweetie, your crying?" "Is that because your so horny?"
"Those tears sweetie…they make you look so desperate, and I just love that. I love it when your my sweet little horny crying girl. Now lift your ass just off the bed for me and rub your little clit on my finger. Maybe that will make you cum finally."
Ooohhhhhh fuck! The tear tracks on the last gif just…
Many posts keep my tumblr addiction going until I run out of time and reluctantly move on but, some posts like this one… I’m satiated… for a while.
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This video is not about teasing and denial. It looks like impact play, but underneath that is a slow coaxing that allows her to process pain and impact play as intense sensations as sensual, culminating in an ending that is beautiful and reassuring.
Too many dommes and doms see subs as mere toys and fuckdolls, and yes that can be an awesome and fun time, but what’s really hot is the devotion and intimacy that a dom like this guy is able to get from his play partners.
Listen with headphones if you can, so you can catch the stuff he whispers to her.
Touch me and make me squirm
I want to tease you mercilessly until you cry.
I want to be teased mercilessly until I cry.
doing a math question on a multiple choice test and getting an answer that isnt even listed as one of the choices
Pffft. I always felt lucky when that happened. It’s so much better than getting a wrong answer that is one of the choices.
Matrix algebra was the worst for me. Multi-differential equations were tough, but that was brain work. I could do that. In matrix algebra, though, a single exam question would involve dozens of simple multiplications and additions and I’d always mess up. Gawd, if it wasn’t for partial credit, I’m not sure I’d have a degree!
Oh, and by the way, yes I know you want me to say something about crying and submission here. I’m a fucking tease that way. ;-)
Same here, filed under #crying, I think.
I love this, it’s so beautiful.
I’m always afraid people will see this and think, see, all that misogynistic treatment has broken her down and now she is traumatized and deeply upset. More often than not, the tears are described by subs as a cathartic release, like receiving the news that a loved one will be cured of disease instead of dying. That is the kind of tears that are usually shed in the case of a crying session. She is not upset, she is letting herself go on a tied of emotion, which ebbs and flows in her, and which was brought to the surface by literally stimulating the surface.
The top’s responsibility is not to tell her,”I’m sorry baby, its ok, please don’t cry ”, it is to tell her, “that’s it baby, let it all out, you cry as hard as you need to”
The top’s responsibility is also to keep a look out for the other kind of crying, and they are expected to know the difference, and act accordingly.
That release is so powerful. What’s even more powerful, is the fact that ANYTIME I’m upset, Sir always tells me that it is safe to cry with him. Whether we are in a scene, or I’ve just had a rough day, Sir makes me safe and loved and not ashamed to let my emotions out. I am so grateful for that.
this may be my most favorite post the entire bdsm community has ever produced, commentary and all.
this is my favourite post of all the D/s posts on tumblr. it is just incredible.
I had to reblog everyone’s posts. This is beautiful and perfect. Very few may understand uppertransversal’s words outside our community. But they don’t need to. I don’t think twice about it. I just simply pity their misunderstanding. They are missing out on perhaps a more rewarding and beautiful relationship than they could ever know otherwise.
I don’t think people outside of the community can quite understand exactly how cathartic this is. This isn’t abuse - this is nurturing.
I think I reblogged this before, but it was a different thread of comments.
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Relentless overstimulation. She cries, but he understands it and continues. 21 minutes into it, she starts begging to cum…
Oh I hope so…
Every. Single. Time. And then I’ll go on spanking you until I think you’ve cried enough.
Get comfortable. Might be a while.
My experience with dominants is that there is a certain number of them who don’t enjoy bringing a submissive to tears. Or if they do bring them there, they consider it not really relevant.
For me, personally, not every spanking I receive has to end in tears. In fact, if every spanking has tears at its end goal, that wouldn’t work for me. Some spankings, from the start, have me moaning in pleasure and that’s not going to change. Some times I’m crying before the first swat - for example, when I’m made to play in public, and the humiliation is so much that they could hit me with a feather and I’d be bawling like a baby.
But other times, I need to be *brought* to tears. I need to feel like I’ve really, genuinely lost control of the situation. I’ve lost my pride. I’ve lost my anger, or sadness, or whatever I was bottling up inside. I need to have my guilt assuaged. I need to feel like I’ve taken more than I wanted to receive, but more than my partner wanted to give. There are a lot of reasons I may need my partner to make me cry during impact play.
I can say this, though: my connection with a partner who is unwilling to make me cry will be less intense than one who is willing. If I’m able to experience and express more of my emotions with a partner, they will know me more fully and intimately; ultimately, they will have more of my heart and soul (not that there is a finite amount of either of those; one person having more of me does not mean that another has less, but that’s another post altogether). And my heart and soul are things I want to share.
She struggled and fought her bonds as I made her cum, hard and repeatedly, only relenting when I wanted to play with her heightened sensitivity in other fun and sadistic ways.
… but that’s not the part I cherish most. My favorite memory of that night was how it began.
She came to my apartment that night, willing, but not quite trusting. I asked her if she had any questions, and her response was simple and direct: “Why me?”
I don’t remember what I had said, but the question surprised me, mainly because I hadn’t thought about it. I was interested. I wanted to play. I liked her. She had been fun to flirt with. She wasn’t new to BDSM. Most importantly, she wanted me. Me. There’s aren’t many things more arousing than that.
We negotiated likes and dislikes, wants and limits, and looked at the toys she had brought. Flogger, crops and other implements of intense stimulation, some very pretty rope, vibes, insertables, a collar, and a few other things.
When I decided it was time to begin I had her stand. I gently stripped her, exploring and caressing the skin each item uncovered before moving on to the next piece of clothing. Once she was naked, I pulled a chair in front of her and sat, my knees touching hers, my hands gently learning her body, taking my time.
I hadn’t expected her to start crying.
I stood, pulled her against me, naked on clothed, and gently asked why. She told me it was very intimate, how I was touching her. Yes, she was okay. No, she didn’t want to stop.
"Okay," I said softly, still holding her. "It’s okay." I let my hands trail up and down her back, her body against mine, savoring the honesty of the moment.
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