I can see from watching that you know how to treasure your body: what works for you, how to touch yourself to bring responsiveness and pleasure. You don’t place the focus solely on your cock – you also pay attention to the rest of your body, have learnt where your various special erogenous areas are.
As you masturbate – and as I watch and as you watch me watching – you are full of variety. Sometimes you remain for a time with one movement or action, then you change, varying speed or altering rhythm to keep things going. You don’t use just the one hand (although you can), instead playing yourself with both. Placing your palms on each side of your cock to shift the skin up and down the shaft; moving your fingertips below to fondle your scrotum so very lightly; sliding the other hand up to scratch at your belly, cup your breasts, tease out a nipple. Slipping a finger into your mouth, then your anus. Groaning. Teasing yourself. Teasing me.
You make use of your saliva, and the different textures of your fingertips and palm. You use firmness, tease with gentleness, work yourself with joyful roughness.
I see your self-seduction and I hear you cry out your pleasure and I watch. I know that at times you do this simply to keep yourself distracted, and that sometimes you’re fully focused and full of joy at the ways you can please yourself. I know that this time you’re doing it to delight yourself – and to torment me.
So I watch you, taking pleasure in seeing you take your own pleasure. And you see me, eyes wide and cunt wet and hands aching to be touching myself. And you know that I won’t move until I have permission from you to do so.
Being denied my own release, and seeing your reach yours? Somehow increases the pleasure I feel.
And that’s a marvellous reward.
Written about, and for, m’Lady (seen below, taking hir pleasure).