Homework 1 Tristan

Tristan submitted, but this was a well rehearsed exchange between she and him. Clearly Tristan allowed himself to be immobilized. Immobilization has rewards in itself, but in the end he knew the outcome. Only the path was unknown. They have practiced this scene before, and obviously to mutual pleasure.

The first element of this play was Tristan's original submissive posture, for he was surely not being chained under force. Sometime during the binding process, he would know by the sound of the closing lock that he didn't control the timeframe for his release. The lock's was displayed, just for reinforcement, around her neck. He gave up control willingly, but at that point couldn't be absolutely sure what was going to happen and when. The click of a lock, while symbolic, is also very real.

Tristan knew the ball gag. He was waiting for it, and she teased him by not inserting it directly, by holding it close to his mouth while she kissed and carrassed him. There is always a transitional level of hightened sexual excitement as new instruments or techniques are introduced. And there are an infinite amount of ways in which a person can tease.
Because he knew his domme, he was able to ask for his sexual release without interfearing with the purpose of her tease. She expected it, I'm sure. By allowing himself to be teased, his threashold increased with each taunting action.

And last, he maintained his eyes closed for the majority of the session. Imagination.... intrique with the unknown...the ability to picture in one's mind the possibilities... he accomplished all by his decision to close his eyes. If he needed to refresh his memory of events, he could certainly look. But he's going to see her key, and be reminded it's not his decision how and when this stops. And he'll return to closing of his eyes. Painting a mental picture can clearly intensify the sensations.

I have behaved myself, and have found myself looking at the clock just as our restrictions are designed to do. So this morning, on an odd day, on an odd hour, I masurbated while kneeling. It was during an odd numbered month of an odd numbered year, but I'm unclear if I came for an odd number of seconds. ferd

Admin to Akasha

I know what happens now. Whatever I write, what ever I post, becomes permenant. I know it's inevitable that my permissions will be removed, so i probably should just go ahead and surrender it myself. The unsuspecting novices, yeah, it would be a good lesson for them to have rights for a couple sessions, and THEN discover they can't alter their own blog.

I have read Tristan a couple times, but I need one more time before I post.

I guess it's surrender time. My blog is shall be yours, Akasha.

The beginning/The surrender

This time, I have no excuse. I'm living a month by myself, so I may totally devote myself to this course. I am now in my position for my posts--on my knees. There is a different level of excitement being told to be on my knees. I look down at my cock for the last time. My pubes have been plucked for several years, except for a landing strip. With the removal of that little almost insignificant strip, it becomes hers. Deep breath. First a shot, then maybe two, and then I'll start the work with my tweezers. This is for you Akasha.

About 200 hairs removed. It needs a little clean up, but, overall, it's bare. Now all that's left is to list Akasha on this blog, and the setup will be complete. And with my newly cleaned crotch, I shall read Tristan.

It's her cock now.