Cum To Your Senses
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by Jessica Pizzo
I am aroused by the discomfort I bring others. There is a strong erotic nature that comes with holding the power to rattle their bones, simply by existing authentically. The display of their insecurities, allows me to find the humor of it all. Truth horrifies those who have yet to experience the orgasmic thrill of making love to their own shame. My way of being has often been described as intense or enigmatic. My pussy drips, as they roll their eyes and call me delusional. Each goal I accomplish, to their dismay, is celebrated with dancing and snickering laughter. Then, I masturbate to the memories of their false words like the kinky bitch I am. Their looks of disgust, and clenched jaws, are pornographic. I always cum explosively when I get to the scene where I prove them wrong. Authenticity has a way of repelling those who are misaligned. I tune into each painful emotion, and allow it to show me what needs to change. You’ve got to be a bit of a masochist if you want to make it through, with meaning. Mindfully masturbating my way through life, I’ve sharpened my senses. Taking in each sight, smell, touch, and taste. From the beautiful view of my adoring submissive, naked and kneeling before me. To the intoxicating sound of blaring techno, mixed with heels clacking, and whips thrashing. I strongly grip the cold hard iron base of my favorite lashing tool. The smell of sex surrounds me, as I taste each note of oak and cherry of the Merlot on my tongue. The orgasms become more intense each time I see their growing confusion at my joyous freedom. They hope for it to diminish me, but it prompts me to work diligently to achieve what’s next. They have yet to come to their senses. Screaming their lies, louder and louder, into the void. Little do they know that it turns me on. And I, too, scream quite loudly as I cum to my senses. A good Domme never forgets to provide proper aftercare after an orgasm that intense. I wrap my arms around my chest, and take a long deep breath. The comfort of clarity rushes over, as I note that the happier I become, the louder they get. I dream with horny excitement. Witnessing their discontent is my favorite form of foreplay. And, it affirms to me that I must be doing something right. Jessica Pizzo is a trauma and sex therapist whose work combines therapeutic insight with empowered erotic experiences. SHARE - Issue: 1.8 / April 2026 |