My Ball Gag: A Lesson in the (Bitter) Sweet Sacrifice of Surrender

I planned to write about something completely different today, however a friend sparked a distant memory and…I was too distracted to think of anything else but:

Ball gags.

To me ball gags represent one of the highest forms of non-physical punishment.

They do not hurt, and restrain only minimally.

No the real domination if the ball gag is…mental.

I know I have told this story before, but it’s a good one:

I was shooting for a BDSM website and one of the shots called for a ball gag with attached nipple clamps. I had already done a couple shots with the clamps and was having quite a lot of fun so of course I responded in the affirmative,

“Yeah sure, bring it on!”

I mean how horrible could it be…right?

The gag was this gorgeous blue color, with handmade silver chains attached to delicate little nipple clamps…harmless and beautiful.

And THAT, my friends, was my error: looks can be terribly deceiving.

And so, enchanted by the royal blue color and shiny silver links I donned the gag and clamps for the shot. As I was waiting for the photographer to set up the lights, something started to happen…

Drip

Drip

DRIP

(shit, my lipstick)

I desperately started to try to suck up all of this very non-cosmetic and increasingly offensive DROOL

Sssssllllluuuurrrpppppppppppppssshhhh…

Despite my efforts it was becoming increasingly apparent that not only could I not suck up the slobber…but also, the flow was increasing…and I was beginning to…

GAG!

(Oooohhhhhhhh…so, that is why they call it a…)

In a desperate attempt for help I started to whine between my SLURPS

“mmmmmssssuuuooorrrrrssshhhhhmmmmmeeeeeeeee.”

The photographer looked up, with the most satisfied sadistic expression across his face, and said,

“Oh honey, yeah…don’t try to stop it just let it flow!”

I whimpered, in response. (Fine.)

I let it go…and it went. Long disgusting trails of slobber trailed down my entire naked body. And everyone on the shoot was pleased, except me.

It wasn’t that I was suffering, oh who am I kidding…I was suffering! But more than that, I was…ashamed.

The complete and total lack of control of my body was driving me mad…and the alternative choice was not very appealing: choke to death on my own spit…what could I do? I let it go, let all the slime just spew from my mouth.

I will admit there was a certain pleasure in it, but not the kind of self-possessed pleasure I am accustomed to, no this was more like surrender…I surrendered and my reward was…permission to let my body take over.

If you think about it it’s not unlike the experience of an orgasm, for a woman, you have to let go and let your body take over in order to climax… it is also a surrender to the physical that in many ways that must begin with the mental.

So…the next time you have the choice to either preserve your dignity or surrender it…go for the latter…I promise it will be far more instructive and ultimately more satisfying.

Cheers to wetness!

Xxx

Conchita.

Wet Wednesday (IV): I Got YOU, CLAMPED-UP!

There was a lot of response to last week’s Wet Wednesday post for Pleasure Cupz, and an overwhelming call for something a bit more, well…

HARDCORE.

I got you.

This week I take you on a journey into familiar territory (for me)…time for a little lesson in S&M or BDSM, as those in-the-know like to say.

Nipple clamps are essential tools in every dom’s arsenal. Sometimes they are fancy metal contraptions with removable weights, and at other times simple household  items like clothespins get the job done. Truly, the world offers a variety of options when it comes to titty-tweaking, but today I will focus on those considered most humane and sensual.

Let me make one more point…WOMEN & MEN BOTH HAVE NIPPLES…and BOTH can derive pleasure from nipple play! So, boys…sorry, men…do NOT let sexism interfere with reaching your full pleasure potential!

Today I was perusing the the webpages of Katerina’s Closet (hyperlinked here) and came across several titillating options:

For the Fashionista, this is the lovely feather variety…beautiful, but in my experience these never come with secure clamps.

As with most pretty things, they are ALL LOOKS and no action!

For those that need an extra CHARGE…electro-shock may be the way to go.

Although I have to say, unless you are investing in something like the Violet Wand (a true shocker),

products that advertise as “electo” typically will NOT offer you the SHOCK you desire!

I even found something for those who desire a little drool…I tease. Maybe. I did a catalogue shoot for a very similar product and the result, as any of you who have ever had in a ball-gag know, was a slobbery mess…NOT VERY SEXY! Unless a little humiliation is what you enjoy, then by all means…the angle of the clamps actually pulls the “victim’s” head down so that the drool drips onto her/his chest…which is visually quite stunning… (I MUST find that image of me…stay tuned for that funny tidbit. Update: I have inserted the images from that very shoot!).

But the one that wins, for classic styling and an overall solid CLAMP is:

The CLASSIC NIPPLE CLAMP (click link for info)

Regularly Priced at $20, Katerina’s has them listed at just under $18.

They looks a bit silly, I admit, but these little buggers truly offer a solid hold on your nips!

Now for a lil 101 on Nipple Clamping:

1. Apply carefully and gently to a dry area (I say “area” because these clamps work well on scrotum, if that’s what he begs for.)
2. Do NOT be fooled by the low level of sensation after the first clamp
3. WAIT…(tic toc…)
4. REMOVE the clamp/s and commence…SCREAMING! and MOANING! AND…CUMMING!

 

#4 reveals the secret of nipple clamps:

YOU HAVE TO REMOVE THEM TO FEEL THEIR POWER!

And FEEL, you will…all levels of sensation: pain, pleasure, overstimulated, tickled…and for some, this procedure can stimulate ORGASM - particularly if you time the removal with climaxing during sex…which can be VERY effective…and I can assure you, MIND BLOWING!

With that I bid you adieu, and hope that adding a little tension to your Wet Wednesday is as pleasing for you, as it has been for me!

xxx, c.