Between My Sheets

Recently, one of my new sexy blogger friends asked me about orgasming. Yes, as you all may have noticed, I stay on the edge until Daddy gives me permission to cum. It isn’t easy. But it does get easier with practice.

The other night, I was on the phone with him (he was traveling), and we got a little naughty. When I asked for permission to cum, he didn’t say yes right away. Now, really, when he’s not here in the flesh, it would be easy to cum silently, then fake it when he gave me permission. (Note to any man out there - yes, girls can easily fake the sounds of orgasms. Don’t kid yourself. No matter what you’re thinking right now, I assure you, most girls can act it out so well that you’ll never suspect a fake in real life, let alone on the phone.)

I didn’t though. I’ve never faked it with Daddy, and I hope I never feel like I have to. I know in my heart how horribly disappointed he’d be in me.

So how to I stay on the edge, controlling things until he tells me to cum?

I like to think of my orgasm as electricity. It starts in my belly, building up that good feeling from the moment I begin touching myself or Daddy begins touching me. I let it stew there, controlled, for awhile. If you bring yourself to the edge right away, it is soooo easy to spill over.

Then I rub my clit a little harder, a little faster. It’s all about a swaying rhythm. I connect to it, feel the electricity.

And then I breathe. I feel it on the tip of my fingers, ready to fly out, ready to make me cum long, hard, screaming and moaning for Daddy. I close my eyes and mentally hold it back, concentrating on my breathing as I listen to Daddy. I plead to cum, sometimes with such urgency that he knows I can’t tip-toe on the edge much longer. He’s good at giving me permission right when I need it.

What’s harder is cumming on command. Its a connection I have with him, that even when he’s not in the room, his voice makes me wet. This started before he collared me, so it is a bit of training I think. I’d be talking to him, and I’d instinctually rub myself a little, not to orgasm, just because it felt good to talk to him and to rub myself at the same time. Now, I don’t do it unless I have permission, but I still can feel it whenever we’re on the phone, especially if I’m laying in bed.

Cumming on command isn’t easy if I’m not already on the edge. In fact, it is something I still struggle with a lot. Daddy is helping me, training me, loving me even though I’m not perfect.

So…ok, I’m not sure if that rambling made any sense or was any kind of good advice, but maybe some others who are good at staying on the edge or cumming on command will chime in with a comment!