A beautiful piece of AI art created for me by my lovely ginger girl, Sassa. Yes, we still interact quite a bit. I love the look of total submission/subspace in her eyes and face and the harsh look of his arms behind her.

I had someone recently express they were sure they got more out of our play than I did. I’ve had this related to me before, so I decided to write something that might explain what I get out of it. For better or worse, this is my example.

We were relaxing in one of our favorite sidewalk bistros in the downtown mall.  We were both people-watchers, even if for very different reasons.  Toy watched for new or bizarre fashions and the occasional male who tickled her wicked fancy.  I watched most of the female patrons walking by and enjoyed the ones who were displaying on purpose while I also felt the vibe of who was or wasn’t a submissive.

“I still say I get way more out of this than you do, Sir.” Toy smiled and sipped her tea.

“I’ve told you…” I began.

“I know you have, Sir.  I just still wish you got as much as I did.” She shrugged, and her eyes twinkled at me with her affection and devotion.

I was Sir since we were in public view.  Toy only used it then because she preferred Master.  She had an actual name, but Toy is one she adored because it was short for Fucktoy.  I loved how much she’d enjoyed being named Fucktoy and took it quite seriously.

Leaning back, I had another cluster of fries dipped in ketchup, then washed it down with my carbonated caffeine.  An idea formed, and I got out my phone and sent her a photo.  “I’m sending you something.  Take a look but be careful.” I smiled.

Toy grinned impishly and nodded.  “Yes, Sir.”  She fished her phone from between her breasts.  Looking at it, her face became puzzled.  “Why did you send this one?” She glanced at me.

“Look closely at your face, your eyes, your body language.  Try to imagine that it isn’t you but someone you saw at a party or dungeon.  How would you describe how she’s feeling?” I asked.

She giggled quietly.  “Zoned, fully subspaced, happy, enjoying.  Hmm…exactly where she wants to be.”

“What could he do to her?” I asked.

Her eyes bored into mine with heat.  “Any damn thing he wanted to do.”

“She wouldn’t stop him?” I asked.

“No.  Hell, she’d cheer him on and beg for it faster and harder.” She stated in a low voice so it wouldn’t carry to the other tables near us.  “I believe she did.” Her eyebrow arched.

“I seem to recall that, yes.” I laughed but felt the familiar hot rush of what I was trying to explain to her.  “Is she foolish for letting him control her that much?”

Toy paused.  “She is if she never discussed it with him…a lot.  She’s also foolish if she hasn’t had time to establish trust in him.”

“Right.  What level of trust would it take for her to submit so much?” I asked.

Her eyebrows contracted together. 

“Just answer the question,” I told her.  

She gave a slight nod to show she’d obey.  “A lot…complete…full?” She shrugged.  “Or, she’s already done all that by offering herself as his property.” She touched the metal circle around her throat: her collar, or rather, his collar on her.

“Still…even knowing she is his property, he knows it still is an act of trust every time she drops to her knees or bends over for his pleasure or whatever he commands. Right?” I asked.

She mulled that over and nodded.  “Right.  She…” Toy sighed.  “I just don’t even think about it that much anymore.  I’m just do it.”

“I never take that for granted…mostly.” I shrugged.  “I never do when we are in session or play.  Sometimes, I do when we’re out in the world.”

She shrugged.  “You’re allowed, Master.  I am a Toy.”

“Thanks.” I knew she meant it. “What I’m trying to say is when I look at this photo, I see everything that I get out of this that makes it so hot, wonderful, and powerful.  It isn’t about sex.”

“I know.” She replied.

“Well, you think I don’t get out of it as much as you do because of a lot of the sexual component of it.  You can enjoy it over and over and over while I get to once, but my domination and ownership of you is better than sex.” I shrugged.

Toy gave me a dubious look.

“It’s true.  I’ve no idea if that’s true for anyone else but…” I leaned forward to whisper, “When I stand over you like this with one hand in your hair and the other holding the whip I’m going to use on you, I see this look in your eyes and on your face.  I know I can do what I wish.  I know you’ll let me.  The sheer heat and power of knowing that, feeling that is the most addicting thing in the world.” 

Her eyes widened slightly, and her nostrils flared a little.  My talk was turning her on, and I knew it.  I made a pinching motion at her.

Toy’s face melted into desperation as her eyes begged me not to do this to her here, but one raised eyebrow was all I had to give her.  

I watched as she closed her eyes, placed her hands on the table, and obeyed me.  On the command I’d shown her, Toy had to clench her pussy hard, which made her feel extra horny and close to orgasm.  

Her body shuddered slightly, and her lips parted to let out a soft gasp.  Slowly, her eyes opened and searched mine to see if she’d done well enough or needed to do it again.

“Again.” I mouthed.

Her face contorted into something approaching tears.  If she were able to speak freely, she’d be calling me cruel right now.  I knew she loved and needed me to be cruel.

This time she placed the back of her right index finger to her lips as she clenched once more and bit down on her finger a little to keep herself quiet.  Her eyes opened and were watery with unshed tears.  

I knew if I made her do it one more time, then the tears would fall and she might cum, which would alarm her since she didn’t have permission and we were in public.

“Good girl,” I whispered.  “That’s enough.”

Toy blew out a long and ragged sigh as she tried to compose herself.  She reached out and took a sip of her tea.  “Please, Sir.  Please, tell me you’ll take me home and give me release?” Her eyes looked a little wild.

“Probably.” I grinned.

Her eyes flashed, but she smiled widely, knowing she liked me to not be easy on her.

“Now, you had an enjoyable, sexual experience right now, right?” I asked.

Toy gave me a level look but then nodded.  “Yes, Sir.” She sighed.

“I had a very, very enjoyable experience, too. I knew you’d obey.  I knew you’d never argue or give excuses.  I knew that if I’d made you do it a third time, you would have.” I held up a finger for each point.  “I knew because I know I own you and you know you’re my toy to play with as I wish.”

She nodded.

I closed my eyes.  “That feeling right now is just a small sliver of what I felt last night when this photo took place.  It was just a small bucket of water compared to the ocean of experience I feel when you are at my feet and beg for the whip and more.”  I opened them.

Toy was staring at me but was silent.  Her eyes looked deeper into mine, and I saw a slight shiver pass through her.  “I…I think I see it.” She whispered.

“Good.” I sat back and had some more fries and a drink.  “I don’t know if it’s a fair trade for what each other gets from it, but I have no complaints at all.”

Her eyebrows knitted together again.  “It doesn’t make you…feel needy right now?”

I shook my head.  “Not really.  See, I also know I could have us get up from here and find somewhere private or just back in my car for you to service me.” I chuckled.  “In fact, doing so would be more fun for me because you get nothing from it, but you’re being obedient, so it fills that ownership and domination feeling as well.”

“Huh.” She glanced away in thought.  “You control all our sex, so all of that also fills it.”

“Yes.” I agreed.  “I make you beg so hard and long because it amplifies it for me.  It also has this nice side benefit of making the peak much more powerful for you, too.”

Toy nodded.  “Yes, that is a helpful inducement.” She side-eyed me.

“As if you had a choice.” I teased.

“I don’t.” She nodded.  “And, yes, I don’t want one.” 

“I wasn’t going to say it.” I shrugged.

“You were thinking it.” She narrowed her gaze at me.

“I’m always thinking it.” I smiled.

Toy sighed.  “You would.”

I glanced at her.

“Sir.” She amended with an apologetic look.  “Sorry, Sir.”

I nodded.  “Just means we’ll use the clamps when we get home while I decide whether or not to let you cum.”

She groaned.  “Yes, Sir.”  She knew I wasn’t joking.  There was a strong love/hate relationship she had with the clamps.  It was similar to many submissives and slaves who shared it.

Her eyes stayed on mine for a moment, and I could feel the love and happiness in them.  “Thank you, Master.” She whispered.

“You’re welcome.”  I knew there was a lot in those words.