Today I am beginning a new experience with a few friends of mine. Essentially I have modified a chastity activity I read about on Kinkoria. (Really loving that blog, by the way.)
Their instructions are as follows:
You are to purchase a new deck of playing cards. As usual when you obtain something to use for one of my experiences, there’s a bit of a thrill in knowing that you are going into a shop and buying something solely because you are being controlled. Even though the clerk will have no idea why you are making your purchase, you may still find yourself blushing or squirming a bit. After all, you know – and I know ;) I do so love thinking of you being just a tiny bit sexually fidgety.
Remove all the Jacks and Queens from the deck. For at least the next week, your solo masturbation and orgasm activities will be determined by the luck of the draw ;)
Shuffle the eight cards and each morning, draw one.
Should you draw one of the Jacks, at some point during the day you will masturbate, bringing yourself right to the edge but no farther. Before you begin, you will spend a few moments considering how exciting it is to be teased and then denied by someone who will be thoroughly enjoying as many orgasms as she wishes.
Should you draw the Queen of Spades, Diamonds, or Clubs, you may not touch at all that day. I’m sure you will frequently find yourself considering how agonizingly delicious it is to be denied.
On the days you draw the Queen of Hearts – the Red Lady - you may touch, tease, and release once.
Of course you will offer a daily report to me indicating which card you drew and how you are feeling about being controlled by such a sexy lady ;)
That’s it – a very simple process. You may come six times in seven days or not at all. You may not come at all for days and days. You never know…
Let luck be a lady tonight ;)
I am posting this under “Simple Dominance”. Posts in that category will offer ideas for those interested in tease and denial play.
Addendum:
My friend Felix suggested a good alternate direction for this and it is something I really like:
“You could build suspense by telling them they had to draw the card in the morning and carry it with them all day, but they wouldn’t find out until a time of your choosing what they could do that evening, and in the meantime they couldn’t touch.”
So… instead of peeking at the card when you draw it in the morning, just draw it and put it someplace so that you have it on you or close to you throughout the day. Just before it is time for you to touch (or not), pull out the card.
Nice touch, Felix ;) Consider it added to the directions.
** Another addendum – be sure and shuffle the cards each day before you draw (thanks Manet for pointing that out)
You are really creative. I think it is nice that you are compiling a section on simple dominance. Any relationship benefits from new and exciting ideas.
Those “few friends” are very lucky. Wish I was one of those who could enjoy your dominance and teasing.
“…playing with the Queen of Hearts, knowing it ain’t really smart…” First day: Queen of Diamonds. Damn. Now I’ve done it. Having never been arrested, I can imagine this is how it feels when you hear those cuffs click around your wrists. The difference being that I chose this. It took me a good three minutes to unwrap the new deck of cards then another few staring at the backs of them after shuffling the Queens and Jacks together. As I sit typing, a restless feeling is building in my legs, one I learned long ago to treat with the daily application of hand and spit. Did I really agree to this? Am I going to last more than an hour before my first escape attempt? I’ll let you know tomorrow.
Second day: Jack of Spades. Yesterday was the first day in I don’t know how many years that didn’t start with an hour of touch and release. I loaded some new picture sets, put on “Playing with the Queen of Hearts” in the headphones, and felt a depth of arousal I haven’t experienced in forever, sitting with my wrists pressed together behind my back. Walked to work listening to Irish reels, my restless legs dancing down the street. After work, I lay down for an hour and listened to “kidnapped by a domme”. When i sat down next to the beautiful lady and felt her thigh against mine, my hands were ready to rebel, but my mind said no, we made an agreement and will keep it. Yes, I thought, but maybe there is some way out. I then listened to “Jackpot- Hands-Free Orgasm” (after a heated debate over whether this was, technically,cheating. No Jackpot. Got up from nap and practiced ragtime tunes on the keyboard till bedtime, restless legs dancing away again. Before going to sleep I looked back over the day and felt that I was good at playing a good boy, but am really still quite sneaky and resistant, looking for loopholes.
Jack of Spades: Touch without release was much harder than no touching at all. Getting so close to the edge then stopping, my hands took on a mind of their own and spent an hour roaming all over the rest of my body, touching every place but one. At bedtime I listened to Kidnapped, especially enjoying the feeling of being the kite, imagining the kite string was attached to my belly button. When She pulled me all the way down I felt my face on her breast, and those warm hands stroked my hair, I fell asleep feeling so safe.
Third Day: Queen of Hearts. It felt like a winning lottery ticket for a second. I went immediately to the computer, put on “Playing with the Queen of Hearts, and enjoyed an hour of stroking ending in a very powerful release! This is easy, I thought, and I was feeling quite grateful. An hour later, I forgot the rules and did it again. That was sobering: I really thought I had surrendered but can see I am still resistant. Starting over.
First day (again): Queen of Spades. I have been horny all day, like when I was a Catholic schoolboy. I really wanted to tell someone at work what I am up to but instead told people I was using the cards as a way to limit my smoking. I said on days I picked a Queen I couldn’t smoke, so then I had to not smoke all day! That seemed easy compared to ignoring the sensation I felt each time I touched myself to go to the bathroom.
Second day: Jack of Spades. Will I be able to keep this agreement, I thought, picking the card first thing in the morning, which is my usual time for play. Getting so very close to release but knowing I wouldn’t made the touch of my hands so much more intense. This is really shaking up my routine. Jack of Spades brought back memories of my old neighborhood boy gang. We would hang around the tree at the entrance to the ballfield, and spend hours imagining what it would be like to have sex with a real live girl.
Third day: Jack of Diamonds. Having permission to touch made this seem like an easy task, but it was hard. At first I grumped and said I wouldn’t touch myself at all. That rebellion lasted long enough for me to make my coffee and sit down at the computer. An hour later I stopped at the edge, something I haven’t done since, well, yesterday! But before that, not in a long time. At work, I thought it would be hard to focus but actually found I was better organized than usual.
Fourth day: Queen of Spades: Again? half way through the day i managed to not think about the way my entire skin felt like it was tingling and giving off sparks. that lasted about 30 seconds. Then I started thinking about all the women in my life, and especially the two that are most deeply imbedded in my memories, my mother and Sister T, the mother superior of my elementary school, and the true Queen of Spades. Submitting to Sister T, I learned the catechism of denial and sublimation. I thought I had rejected all that long ago, but here I was full of energy and getting stuff done for the women in my life today, and feeling so good about it, except when I was feeling so pissed off that I started playing this game!
Fifth day: Jack of Diamonds: Touching without release is a completely new experience for me. A day with the Queens of Denial is so much easier. I learned the word “edging” somewhere recently, and I have certainly been “on edge” all day. Thought about my Lady before beginning as suggested, and pray she will appear tomorrow. I mean pray like beg some unseen force to bring her to the top of the deck and be there to release me when I wake up tomorrow morning.
Sixth day: Jack of Spades. One day to go. My mind became a virtual jukebox, but one on which every song seemed to be saying “All Dressed Up With Nowhere to Go.” As I got near the edge in the morning, I had a moment where I felt like I was outside my body, like my hand and cock belonged to someone else. It was a disorienting, but strangely very excitiing sensation.
Seventh Day: Queen of Spades. I was not a good boy. I woke up and greeted my Queen, but after about 30 minutes I decided to stop the game, and stroked my way to a release. For the rest of the day, I had these guilty feelings. A few moments ago I gave up the guilt and now I acknowledge that I made an agreement and didn’t keep it. I can’t say whether I feel good or bad about this. The feeling of being controlled all week was really exciting at times, and made me feel quite safe. For some reason the story of Adam and Eve popped into my mind, and I got that what that tale is really about is trust. The difference here is I entered the garden by choice, and now I feel like I am outside, and really want to come back in. Lady Julia, thank you for giving me this chance to experience what submission feels like, if only for a week. Rumi said something once about words getting in the way of truth, and so I go on and on because the truth is, it felt so good to surrender my choice about orgasm, but also was very frightening at times. Trying to explain it to myself, trying to understand it is really just a way of avoiding that fear, always was and maybe always will be.
thank YOu Lady Julia i will look forward to this experiment…P.S. it is good to see You have returned
Final day final post TCOD day 3
I have re read some of you blogs and posts during these days.
If my quotes are incorrect I hope the spirit isn’t.
Please Lady Julia when we mere mortals say something that may be taken two ways.
We rarely mean it to hurt, always we try to please.
You say its not how you control that matters its being in control.
You say making your boy desire to do what you want him to do thrills you.
My Lady are these not opposing ideas.
Or perhaps it is the Ying and Yang, yes I may. No I may not.
Perhaps that is what made this tease so powerful.
Neither you nor I really knew the result that or this scenario.
Or the way the play would unfold.
But no your smile is all that really counted.
That always was prize enough.
The cards were but minor players.
The imagination was and always will be the shining star.
Thank you My Lady for bringing my mind out to play.
Thank you for having me…
Les
Rumiboy, thank you for sharing your first experience with the Queen of Hearts. You followed the cards during a time when I was not really online so I was not here to comment. I do appreciate that you tried it and that you left your thoughts here for me (and others) to read.
Les, you said, “You say its not how you control that matters its being in control. You say making your boy desire to do what you want him to do thrills you. My Lady are these not opposing ideas. Or perhaps it is the Ying and Yang, yes I may. No I may not. ”
I don’t think they are opposing. So many people say you have to dominate or control a certain way. If he does what I want, then I am in control. It doesn’t really matter *how* I take him to a place where he surrenders to my control. I simply choose to control in a soft, persuasive way that makes us both happy.
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