“You have a special task today, blue. You are to give yourself five orgasms before I get home from work, and you are to email me the details of each one”.
What!?!? I get to have five orgasms!
I am not permitted to masturbate or orgasm without permission, so when I received this text from Sir first thing in the morning on a Monday, I was absolutely thrilled.
I was smack dab in the middle of reading a particularly hot and sexy blog post so I got started on my first one before I even got out of bed. I knocked out three in total before I left the house to start my day using my glass dildo before switching to my little vibrator. It was a really good start to my day, and I walked out my door with a little more sunshine in my steps.
I returned home about an hour before Sir, so I got started on my last two right away. I realized pretty quickly that my clit was a little tired, so these took a bit longer, but I finished in time to get in the shower before he got home. I heard the bathroom door open halfway through my shower, and Sir opened the curtain and smiled at me.
“You did good today, blue!”
He handed me a vibrator and told me to give him one more, as he sat down on the toilet and waited, listening through the curtain.
I started with the shower head, tried and true for a quick cum, but it soon became quite apparent that I was overly sensitive and tired! I switched to the vibrator but it just wasn’t happening. I started to get very discouraged which always leads to spiraling negative thoughts that most certainly do not help the situation. I was so frustrated I was on the verge of tears. Sir picked up on this and started to encourage me, whispering dirty things to me through the steam. And finally, it happened. It took almost 40 intense minutes. The build up had taken so long and I was so sensitive that I exploded with amazing force, I screamed out and instantly began to sob. I could barely catch my breath, as I crouched down in the tub letting the water run over my back. I vaguely heard Sir’s praise over the whiteness in my head and the sound of the running water. Even after I composed myself enough to get out of the shower, it took me about twenty minutes to get to the point where I could function again. I spent a good deal of time shuffling around the kitchen looking for my salad spinner to make salads for dinner (its always in the pantry, bottom shelf). Needless to say, I ate my dinner with a goofy grin on my face and slept like a rock later that night.
My alarm went off the next morning, and soon after, I got another text. Same task, five more orgasms. It was a new day and I was refreshed after a good nights sleep, so once again I set to my task with gusto, cumming three times before leaving the house. When I returned home, the last two took a lot longer. I was spent afterwards, but I was proud that I had completed my task for the day. I did worry that Sir would request one more from me when he got home, and I was right to feel that way. He took me into his room to play, tied me to the spreader bar, spanked me and used a vibrator on my clit. We both tried really hard and he was certainly doing all the right things, but it just wasn’t going to happen. I was done, my clit was done. I started to go into that negative head space, but Sir grabbed my face in his hands, looked fiercely into my eyes and reminded me that I’d had more orgasms in two days than most women have in two months. Once again, that night I slept soundlessly snuggled up against him.
The third morning, I was surprised to wake up to a note on the kitchen counter.
“I’m giving your clit a break. You are to have two orgasms today, but they must be internal”.
I groaned a bit at this, as it is very hard for me to cum without clitoral stimulation and I was just so tired from the previous two days, but I resigned myself to do my best. I didn’t have time to start before my meetings, so I had to get them done when I got home later that day. An hour of erotica, and I was done. I WAS DONE. After the second one, I fell asleep face down on the bed dildo still inside me. I woke up a few minutes later feeling like I’d been jerked out of REM sleep, my limbs like they were made of stone. I managed a shower and put on my favorite cozy pajamas, crawled into my chair and zoned out, a little weepy, grumpy and sunk into full-blown subdrop. I was exhausted and felt like I had the flu, and tears wouldn’t stop leaking from my eyes.
I don’t usually experience subdrop and try very hard to avoid it. I eat right, exercise, drink lots of water, get eight hours of sleep every night, and I take time after intense scenes to relax and recuperate with some warm snuggles and a good meal. This particular drop was very intense and took me completely by surprise. Luckily, Sir was there to support me through it, and I went to bed early and woke up refreshed.
Subdrop is different for every person, and it can vary from scene to scene. It’s important to recognize your particular symptoms, and even though I’ve been there before, I didn’t initially identify my feelings correctly. I’m glad that Sir pushes me to my breaking point, allowing me to accomplish things that I never thought I could, but I’m most grateful that I have him to lean on when I need him, when I need support or encouragement, I know that he’ll be there.