If you’re looking for a post on self-care, you are not in the right place. “Taking care of myself” is my preferred euphemism for self-pleasuring. Also known as playing with myself. Or masturbation, which I think is an ugly word for a very satisfying experience.

Anyhow. If you’ve been reading here a while, you probably know that I have always been practical and efficient at taking care of myself. No need to wine and dine myself; no need for frills or extras. I’ve embraced the idea of “Wham-bam, thank you, Ma’am” as a direct path to orgasm.

Then there was The Weekend. And my time with Sir in real time on video. I’ve already written about that here: The Weekend and The Weekend -Part Two.

After all the spanking was over, Sir directed me to prop myself up comfortably on pillows, leaning against the headboard. I was happy to do that, feeling very buzzy with pleasure. And then he directed me to touch myself.

No, he didn’t just tell me to touch myself and then sit back and watch. He directed me – he guided me to touch myself the way he wanted. Where to stroke, how hard, where to touch, where not to touch.

As instructed, I toyed with my nipples, pinched them, pinched them harder, harder…and released. I explored sensitive areas with my fingers, and then with my little pink vibrating dildo, toying with myself… exactly the way he told me to.

And somehow, the pleasure grew… and grew… until I exploded in a lovely rush of pleasure, trembling and crying out. It surprised me. It is usually only that easy when I’m alone. But maybe it happened because I was already sated with pleasure, maybe because there was no pressure to reach that peak, maybe because my Sir is just that good. Who knows?

My orgasms were already his to allow or not allow. And Sir has a way of building on the experiences we have. He can’t always be there to direct me, but he can give clear instructions on what he wants. The next time he gave me permission, he added that I had to edge myself before I could come. Twice.

Sigh. Edging doesn’t come easy to me – or I don’t come easy with edging. ☺️. But I managed that time to make it work with my usual strategy – head straight for the finish line. Granted, I had to do it three times, but I got there, so I felt pretty good about it.

The next time he gave me permission, his instructions were different. ”Yes, you may,” he said, “But go slowly. Take your time. NO rushing.” That last admonition is one I’ve heard from him before. “And report back to me,” he added

I spent a lot of time thinking about what I was going to do.

I started with lotion. Massaging my body with lotion, slowly… making it a sensual experience. Not the slap it on-rub it in-and done experience it usually would be.

From there, well, you don’t need to know all the details. But I did take my time. And when the pleasure had built to a throbbing peak of need, I tumbled over the top, gasping, trembling all the way back down. With a deep sigh of satisfaction, I rolled over and went to sleep.

So it’s a rule now. “No. More. Wham-Bam thank you, Ma’ams,” he said.

Of course, I said, “Yes, Sir.”

So now I’m thinking about frills and extras I could add to the experience. I’m toying with the idea of exploring this toy that Nora talked about a while back. {You see what I did there?}. Anyhow, I bought one at the time, but only tried it once, not very successfully. I don’t remember what it’s called – the Red Devil maybe, or something like that. I’ll have to go back and look. It’s a multi-function kind of toy, and you have to connect it to an app on your phone.

It just seemed too complicated back when I was still wham-bam girl, you know? But now that I have a different approach, maybe it’s time to reconsider. Although – potential rules clash – if I have to use my phone to operate it, that won’t work well with my “no screens 30 minutes before bed” rule. I guess it would have to be an afternoon delight. Hmmmm…

I’m curious – what do you do for a more sensual ‘taking care of myself’ experience? What do you really love? Feel free to share your recommendations here. Enquiring minds want to know…