So it may come as a surprise to no one that now that I’ve quit the pro-domming business, I’ve been having wicked fantasies about doing terrible, terrible things to lovely boys and men. I mean, it’s like the old joke about the gynecologist, right?
Well, sort of. See, I’ve had a thing about Not Doing Strap-On Sex At Work for the entirety of my tenure as a pro. It was just something I didn’t do. Now, part of the reason I didn’t do it was because it crosses the line into sex: in the state of Massachusetts, if you penetrate an orifice with anything, it’s defined as sex. Good law, for a lot of reasons: it was developed in order to make rape cases where some Neanderthal fucks stuck a shot glass into a woman prosecutable. But problematic law for people doing domination, where one of the most popular items on the menu is being fucked in the ass with a dildo.
For the most part, though, the legal thing was more of an excuse for me not to have to address the real issue, which was that doing strap-on sex was too intimate for me. It was one of the boundaries I set for myself early on, because I didn’t want to be having sex with my clients. I was aware that the other things I was doing were sexual, but I didn’t realize until later the subtle effects that it would have on me. I was prescient enough to know, however, that having strap-on sex with clients would be too much for me.
Why, you might ask? Well, here’s where I break from the crowd completely. I fully appreciate Bitchy’s complaint that strap-ons are not only weird because they imply that power and sexual dominance = having a cock (which I agree is a crock of shit), but that they don’t provide any pleasure to the wielder. I also am pleased with Eileen’s reply wherein she sings the praises of strap-ons as separate from gender identity and recommends them as a tool of dominance comparable to a singletail, a needle, or a fist. But nobody I’ve yet stumbled across (except for, perhaps, Sinclair, but the butch perspective there isn’t one that gets a lot of play in BDSM circles) has gone into anything resembling my own experience of the act.
That is, I fucking love it and it makes me come, in a way that nothing else can.
Because get this: I have a cock. I always have a cock, whether I’m strapping one on or not. It’s non-corporeal, of course, but it’s part of, if you will, my energetic anatomy. Without getting too deeply into spiritual experience, it is a simple fact that at times, I can feel myself penetrating another human being, even when I am not physically doing so. And yes, they feel it too – the force of my will and intention pressing into their bodies, invading them.
For me, the energetics of topping someone will sometimes bring out the hidden masculine in me. I suppose if I wanted to be all Jungian about it, I’d call it my animus. I become more aggressive, my voice deepens, and the desire to possess rips through me. When I strap on a cock, it becomes a very real extension of my body, and when I fuck with it, I don’t want a vibrator inside the harness or anything penetrating me – I just want to fuck. It’s usually not too long into the action that I start to come and come, in a way that even feels distinctly masculine: unlike the internally focused waves that thrash through me when, say, I’m being fisted, I feel energy shooting out from me, into the other person, as white lightning shoots up my spine.
Now. I’ve been reluctant to talk about this, in part because it seems a bit woo-woo, but also in part because I don’t want to give the impression that I think dominance is essentially male, or that penetration is essentially dominant, or any of those bugaboos that come up when we talk about female dominance and try to separate it from gender.
But I do want to record my experience here, because I don’t see a lot of women out there talking about how intensely pleasurable strap-on sex can be for the woman wielding. I also know that my experience is not every woman’s experience – far from it.
But I am out here, feeling this, experiencing this genuinely as part of my rather complex sexuality. For the record, I also often come sympathetically when fisting someone. But this experience is entirely different, separate. It is, at least in part, about awakening my masculine self, my butch self, which is buried deep in a seriously femme facade.
And this is why I didn’t do it at work. I couldn’t fuck men I didn’t know any more than I could let them fuck me. And there weren’t many men (not any, by my last count) that wanted me to fuck them while I wore jeans and a leather vest and boots.
But incidentally…if you are such a man, comment here. I’ve been having the most remarkable fantasies lately…
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Heh. I have had some amazing sex, being fucked by a girlfriend’s psychic cock. Even without the hardware to fill that psycic/imaginal space with some silicone. I completely understand where you’re coming from, here.
THANK YOU. It’s nice to know I’m not crazy. The phrase currently used to evoke hilarity in one social group I travel in is “astral cock,” simply because their understanding of it is so low. Luckily it also invokes extreme interest, so at least I know they’re not *just* making fun of me.
Glad I could be of service. So to speak.
MEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEME!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don’t have a leather vest but I could maybe borrow one.
I have a lot of thoughts about this, as I’m sure comes as no surprise to you.
The more thoughts, the merrier.
Also maybe the more leather vests the merrier.
just what kind of boots are we talking about?
Your description of your motives and the intimacy of blurring identities and pleasures is exactly what I would hope for in such a topping. I had a girlfriend who started me on assplay years ago. It never went beyond fingers and tongue but there were two things that drove me crazy about it. First, I discovered I cum hard with my ass; it is not a cock-n-balls orgasm, it takes over organs. Crazy feeling, and my cock could be numbed out and I’d still get it. It may sound gay but it makes my ass hungry to get filled again and by more. Second, it isn’t a power thing, it’s a real sexual and personal adventure. Regular domination of a man has its place, believe me, but this goes beyond fun. I think it’s a strange and intimate thing as two people open up to a wholly different personal reality that can only be experienced in the flesh. Male and Female are simply giver/receiver in an interlapping and overwhelming shared vulnerability to the otherness. Thanks for your post.
As a decided submissive, my experience is that the strapon does empower the dominant woman beyond the norm. There seems to be another “gear” that is engaged simultaneous with closing the last buckle of the harness. It almost seems like a testosterone surge or a fantastic adrenaline high and power is extended. I agree wholeheartedly with your observations because they are in agreement with my experiences.
As far as boots, jeans, and a leather vest…I am all for it…especially if I know that your are packing and its all for me. The entire scene just makes me melt inside.
I want to crawl or get down on my knees, look up into your eyes, and nod my acquiescence.
I just want to say – if it gives pleasure to you both or all – use it and to hell with the theory! <3
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“Because get this: I have a cock. I always have a cock, whether I’m strapping one on or not. It’s non-corporeal, of course, but it’s part of, if you will, my energetic anatomy. Without getting too deeply into spiritual experience, it is a simple fact that at times, I can feel myself penetrating another human being, even when I am not physically doing so. And yes, they feel it too – the force of my will and intention pressing into their bodies, invading them.”
Reading this was a major lightbulb moment for me. I had been somewhat disappointed by my strap-on sex experiences because I couldn’t feel them the way I thought I would, and I’m convinced on a biological level that I should be able to. I wasn’t really sure what to do about it. I connect/extend energetically in other ways, and now I realize I can do it with cock too (and also get a cock and harness that fit my body better than the ones I’ve tried).
I’m so glad this helped you! For me it was just a natural extension (as it were) of other energy work; I didn’t even have to think about it. But it’s nice to know that for those to whom it might not have occurred to naturally, I could be useful.
And yes, fit is absolutely key.
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