C is for…………….

Clitoris and Communication  

Who would imagine that such a tiny part of the female body could be quite so important to our sexual arousal and orgasm. It is situated at the top of the lips of the vulva, it grows during our life and becomes more sensitive through stimulation. It took me a long while to really understand how my body worked, to recognise the importance of stimulating myself for pleasure, indeed how to do just that. I was a late starter when it came to self masturbation and certainly my former husband had little idea. I can’t remember when I first got a mirror out and actually studied myself, but it was after I had a computer and found the website clitical.com 

Not only did I explore how best to give myself a clitoral orgasm, but I also found my own g-spot.

This is quite shocking when I think about it, since I am a nurse and have catheterised many women so have had the opportunity to examine the body of a woman close up. It isn’t that I didn’t understand the physiology of a woman’s body, but more that at the time I had little understanding of its true function. I guess also that during my nursing career my mind has generally been focused on other things completely unrelated to sex. 

Master loves to play with my body and takes particular pleasure in touching my clitoris, playing with the piercing in the clitoral hood and generally stroking. Only this morning he brought me off while doing just that, at the same time as he nibbled my nipple. The only difference when he is touching me, is that I have to wait for him to tell me when I am allowed to cum, but as I have said before, I am now conditioned to his will. Later as I rode his cock, I found myself leaning forward so I could grind my clitoris on him. Of course, he commented on the sluttiness of my behaviour, but since I know he loves it when I do such a thing I just smiled and agreed. Anyway, I love to be slutty for him.

The most amazing thing for both of us, over the past couple of years has been my piercing. To begin with the stimulation of my clitoris from a piece of jewellery situated in the hood caused me to feel constantly aroused. Over time, this has subsided, but direct stimulation in that area including rubbing myself on Master while he is inside me is beyond amazing. He loves it, to touch and to feel. But also the knowledge that my body has been altered for his pleasure. The fact that these changes have occurred around my most erogenous zones also fills me with pleasure, the clitoral hood piercing especially.

Communication


The most important element for the success of any relationship has to be communication. I don’t think I understood this well enough in the past, but I do now. That Master and I can speak to each other about any topic and that openness is expected of me is especially important. That isn’t to say that we always communicate well. We are humans who are subject to the stresses and strains of life, plus we are not together all of the time. The feeling that I need to be with him more grows, and as soon as I sort out my house I plan to move in with him. This should make communication all the easier and misunderstandings caused by the need to communicate through Skype, text etc all the less. 

All I can say is that I can tell Master anything, and there is very little that I don’t tell him. Indeed there is nothing that either of us would consider important that I have held back on since I became his slave. He can tell when something is bothering me, as I can him. He knows when I need to say something, as do I. Plus this blog and our tumblr sites give us an opportunity to see each others kinky fantasies and to take the opportunity to discuss them.