Sentiments of a Submissive

Sentiments of a Submissive

 

By:  Miss Georgia Peach

 

As told to:  JEP

 

 

Introduction:  Miss Peach is the most unique submissive I have ever encountered.  In addition to being incredibly beautiful, she has the mind of a true intellect.  She has a unique ability to put words together to create a vivid word picture that is truly a work of eroticism.  The following are her words to express her sentiments and a few of her experiences.                 JEP

 

 

I do love the concept of being pierced and having the nipple rings attached by a chain, then being led around by the chain.  There are countless variations on that theme.  Have you ever seen nipple shields or nipple stretchers?  I find both quite erotic.  I love having my nipples clamped and played with so anything related to "nipple torture" gets high marks (and a wet pussy) from me.  On two occasions I've come close to being taken to a piercer by a Dom and being required to have my nipples pierced, but things never went that far.  I've often wondered if I become involved in a long-term (several years) serious D/S relationship if I would find the wherewithal to do this at my Master's request/demand/command-whatever.  This is related to the point where I would WANT to do it because it is something my Master wants and in giving him pleasure I would also be receiving pleasure.  Make sense?

 

At the time when I first started to learn about BDSM, my husband would use a variety of nipple clamps to punish my nipples.  Sometimes he would attach various weights to the clamps, such as small lead fishing weights or increasing sizes of weights.  In addition to wearing these while standing with my legs spread and hands clasped behind my neck for some kind of punishment, I would at times have to hold my tits out with the nipple clamps and weights dangling.  Another common practice was to encircle each tit with tight rope.  The ropes would also be wound over my neck and shoulders to form a sort of harness, thus making the tits stand out obscenely.  If the rope is tied tightly it's difficult to get nipple clamps on because the tit becomes somewhat like a balloon at the end and the nipples are not as prominent as usual. 

 

Anyway, after various forms of nipple torture I could feel the sensitivity for several days and it kept sex in the forefront of my mind.  As time went on, I also experienced follow-up to nipple torture when I was required to wear sandpaper or the scratchy side of Velcro inside my bra so that it would rub up against my nipples as long as I was dressed.  This kept me in a submissive (and aroused) state of mind. It turned me on so much that when in private I would arch my back and push my breasts as hard as I could into my bra, or play with my nipples through the bra in such a way that they got a good scratching.  One time I begged to have sandpaper used on my nipples while I was restrained.  It turned out to be a bit too harsh (maybe the wrong grade of sandpaper or the partner's heavy hand), but it drew a little bit of blood and was uncomfortable enough for several days afterwards that it was not erotic, just painful.  

  

One of my favorite ways to meet a Master who comes to visit is to greet him with my tits tied up with rope and harnessed so they stand out obscenely, either wearing a short, lightweight robe open in the front, a tight lightweight t-shirt or stretchy white blouse that accentuates the huge tits.  Or of course there is always the naked-with-bound-tits approach.  On some occasions I would pull a strip of rawhide, a chain, rope or something similar between my legs nice and tight so that it rubbed against my clit and was well into the crack in my ass.  Then I would put a belt, rope, or whatever around my waist and attach the "cunt strap" to the belt so it would stay tight.  If I did this some time before my Master arrived at the house, I would be in an extreme heightened state or horniness by the time he arrived.

 

I have found lactation stories to be quite the turn-on. The idea of being milked and having big (actually bigger as they're already oversized), swollen tits that become painful until milked gets me going.  The story I read in bed today was very heavy on the lactation – that was the main theme.  The woman signs a contract to become the sub and her Dom turns her into a cow.  Brands her ass and milks her.  Uses milking machines as well as manual stimulation.  She stays on all fours most of the time once she becomes his property so the author describes her big tits hanging down and huge, brown elongated teats (nipples) as her development progresses.  He brings in a male stud to impregnate her with the plan to sell the baby after it's born.  But a significant motivator in the pregnancy is to increase her milk production.  After she gives birth and the baby is gone she needs to be milked and the Master accomplishes that in several ways, including bringing in piglets to suckle her and having other men breast feed (eventually he sends her to a farmer during his work week and the farmer "rents' her to guys for milking.) 

 

As you have guessed by now, I've had quite a wide variety of experiences.  I'll relate one of my favorites.  The Dom was in very good physical condition and quite well-endowed.  When we first began to see each other, he would send me instructions in advance as to how I was to prepare myself for his visits.  There was one form of preparation I came to take great pleasure in, although it took some time before I began to like it.  I would be directed not to bathe for a day or two before he would come to visit.  In addition, I was to use no deodorant or scented products of any kind.  I was not permitted to wipe after I pissed.  I had to wear the same panties a couple of days in a row.

 

When urinating at home, I had to step into the tub, naked from the waste down, and cup my hands between my legs so they became wet with piss.  (The way in which this was described to me was to think of myself as a little girl at a party where my parents were present.  I have to go to the bathroom and am standing in the hallway, trying to get their attention.  I hold it and hold it and finally can't hold it any longer and put my hands under my dress as I try to catch the pee, which gets all over my hands and runs down my legs.)  I would then have to wipe my pissy hands under my breasts and underarms. I would allow any piss that ran down my legs to drip dry. (I could rinse my feet, however.)  Usually this would occur beginning on Friday after work and through Saturday until the Dom came to visit on Sunday.  At first I had a lot of trouble complying with this, but over time came to enjoy it.  I became diligent about wiping piss on myself and expanded beyond just my underarms and the underside of my breasts.  I would drink excessive amounts of water while at home in order to piss frequently and in substantial quantities.  Usually the Dom would have me drink a lot of water before he came to visit so I would have to piss a lot while he was here.  He would follow me into the bathroom and watch me as I stepped into the tub and pissed, standing with my back facing him and arms stretched out on the shower wall.  Or sometimes I would face him, sometimes with my hands between my legs, sometimes with my legs together, sometimes in the toilet.  Never any wiping; only rinsing feet when in the tub.  I would speed up the drying process by using a hair dryer on my pussy and anywhere else that had gotten wet.

 

Sometimes he would have me stand in the shower facing him, holding my pussy open, and he would piss onto my cunt.  Or we would shower together and he would piss on me.  Being pissed on, especially when it is directly on the pussy (lips open or not), I find to be one of the ultimate acts of submission. 

 

As I started to say above, I began to enjoy feeling like a dirty bitch after a while.  In fact, one time I started preparing myself for his visit a day earlier than required.  Somehow I was able to keep to myself at work so no one would detect this.  I don't recall-maybe it was just a slow day and I stayed in my office.  Then the day before his arrival, a Saturday, I had a lot of errands to do.  In order to increase my "natural perfume," I wore extra layers of clothing so I was sweating.  I stayed dressed this way all day and reached the point where I smelled like an animal while driving around in my car, standing in line at the bank, etc. 

 

I have no idea what caused this transformation in me other than the desire to please him.  I generally shower and wash my hair daily.  I reached the point where I really wanted to smell like a bitch in heat for him by the time he arrived. 

 

This particular man also happened to have an absolutely beautiful cock.  Often he would come in and sit down in a dining room chair, open his zipper and pull it out, and I would get down on my knees immediately and start sucking.  Sometimes he would ease into my worship of his cock by smoking a cigarette and we would talk a while.  On occasion we would get stoned first.  He liked me to beg for it.  Sometimes I would beg, or he would tell me, to go into the kitchen and bend over onto the counter and he would fuck me hard from behind. 

 

All in all this was an extremely sexual man and I wanted him so much I was willing to do what he told me to do.  I would readily admit to being a slut, bitch in heat, dirty whore, etc. without even being coached.  We eventually drifted apart as our lives went separate ways, but I can still get wet just thinking about him.

 

 

Miss Peach’s Thoughts on Shaving

 

It surprises me how few men have actually shaved a woman's pubic hair.  Those who are introduced to the activity for the first time often lose the point.  A woman spread and bound so that she cannot interfere with the shaving will obtain the most pleasure from a slow, deliberate removal of her hair.  First, some investigation of the current status with an examination of the area which involves some touching, pulling of the hair to see how long it is, opening the labia to determine where the hair ends, and of course some wandering fingers to play with the pussy and lightly touch the clit as the inspection proceeds.

As the woman becomes wet, the scissors should come out.  Medium scissors, perfectly sharpened.  The man pulls the hair so it is taut, and then trims the longish hairs close to the skin.  To ensure the process is appropriately prolonged, the snips should take off small amounts of hair each time.  Pulling a large hank of pubic hair and cutting it close to the skin with one snip of the scissors just is not erotic.

Upon completion of the snipping, a shaving brush and shaving cream-or if you're not a purist, an aerosol can of shaving cream-comes out.  A bowl of nice warm water and a washcloth should be handy, along with a number of disposable razors.  Of course the ideal would be to use a straight razor, but very few people know how to use them.  They give the closest shave (anecdotal information.)  Another alternative, perhaps a step up from disposable plastic razors, would be a razor that takes disposable blades.  Electric razors have been used, but they rarely seem to give a close shave and they fail to produce the same erotic effect as a manual razor.

It is a good idea to place a warm washcloth over the area after the pubic hairs have been shorn with scissors but before the shaving with a razor.  Then, application of the shaving cream.  While it is fine to cover the entire area to be shaved with shaving cream, it is best to spread the cream around with a finger and make sure that the finger explores the pussy to check on its moisture.  How excited is she and if she isn't terribly wet, then have you considered that you may be doing something wrong?  As you shave, routinely wipe the cream away with the warm washcloth to check on your progress and see how close the shave is, and then apply more cream.  The longer this process takes and the more gratuitous touching, the more aroused the woman will become.  If the shave is done correctly, she will be begging to cum, pushing herself up toward your fingers, writhing on her back while her now-bald pussy is spread and not only ready but totally open and available to be fucked.

Many sources that deal with dominance and submission suggest that shaving hair from the asshole area is part of this process.  Because my hair is thin, there is no hair there so no shaving is necessary in that location.

It can be difficult to maintain a smooth, bare pussy.  Especially if the sub is expected to do this herself.  I have found the best way is to use a cream depilatory; there are a couple of brands formulated to remove beard hair on African-American men.  Why they would want to use a nasty-smelling cream to remove their facial hair is beyond me, but I've never had to shave my face on a daily basis nor am I Black, so there may be something I'm missing.

Pornographic photos (or, I suppose, photos regardless of whether or not you would consider them to be pornographic) of naked women often show them without pubic hair.  I was about to say that I don't know if men find this a sign of submission, but then realized that not every male is the same.  Some men may find a hairless pussy appealing; others may not.  I find it to be a physical reminder of one's submissive nature.  Some Doms also think it helps to reinforce the sub's focus on sex, as the goal of some Doms is to turn their subs into total sexual beings who can think of virtually nothing but sex and focus on their cunts all of the time. 

 

Depending on the response, more of Miss Peach’s thoughts and experiences may be forthcoming.              JEP