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Possible humorous house mouth submission?
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Within the house, House Mouth was able to lose her inhibitions rather quickly. Her house mates were kind enough to assist with that very thoroughly, with one exception: She wasn’t allowed to have fun with those who weren’t vetted by her house mates. She actually liked this exception because it made her feel owned, and to do otherwise could bring unacceptable safety, drama, and STD risks for all of them. She was a leashed storm, a tornado that indiscriminately sucked up everything in her path, always hungry, and only those who controlled her kept her from wreaking havoc upon the world.
It doesn’t stop a girl from having her fantasies, though. :-)
A recent conversation with some kinky friends somehow meandered its way to the topic of Fifty Shades of Grey. We had a good laugh at how pathetically BDSM was represented in the novel. In the novel, which I forced myself to finish reading so I would know how bad it was, Anastasia Steele gets all flustered at certain preferences her man has, like being woken up with a blow job. Yup, that’s all. I’m not even sure whether that qualifies as being kinky. It got me thinking about a recent morning with Master…
The alarm was set for nine, but my eyelids flew open as I felt the weight of the morning sun. We were in Hong Kong and I did not want to waste the day ahead. Shopping and play awaited! I decided to rouse my sleeping Master. This was no easy task. If I did it wrongly, i.e. by jumping on him and screaming “Wake up! Wake UP!”, Master would start the day in a bad mood and I’d suffer the brunt of his grumpiness. If I did it right, however, I’d pretty much be able to get whatever I want. ;D
I crawled under the covers and was pleased to find Master’s cock already semi-hard. Half the battle was already won! Taking Master’s cock between my lips, I swirled my tongue across its tip… slowly at first, then faster until I was flicking Master’s frenulum with my tongue. When I heard the first moan escape Master’s mouth, I took his whole cock, which was by then hard as a rock, in my mouth. I sucked on his cock languidly, taking my time to tease its entire length.
When Master had had enough of that, his hand grabbed a handful of my hair and he pushed my head down until my mouth was filled with his cock, its tip sitting at the back of my throat and blocking off my air supply. There I stayed until I was moaning into his cock to please let me breathe. He backed off and I came up gasping. We continued playing this game, though I didn’t need much encouragement from Master to impale my throat on his cock after that. I knew to deny myself air for just long enough to show Master I was trying my best.
“Come lie next to me,” Master said. I crawled out from under the covers and lay next to Master, adjusting myself so that he was spooning me from the back. He slipped his hard cock in my dripping cunt and proceeded to fuck me slowly… very slowly.
“Why’re you so wet?”
Wasn’t it obvious? “Because I’m a horny slut, Master,” I moaned the words I knew Master wanted to hear. I was right. Master gripped my neck and thrust hard. Fuck. I needed to cum. “Please, Master? Please may this cunt cum?”
No response. Maybe he hadn’t heard me. Let me try again.
“Pleeeaaasseee, Master… Please may this horny cunt cum?”
“No.” He continued fucking me, slowly, then fast, then slowly again. I moaned into a mouthful of sheets, willing my body to keep calm and not fucking cum.
I think it was about the time when I wailed like a banshee in heat that Master pulled out with a firm, “That’s enough.”
He got up and headed for the bathroom, and I took that as indication that it was time for me to make the bed. As I turned to do so, Master grabbed my arm and asked me where I thought I was going.
“Get your face in my ass while I brush my teeth,” Master said.
And that was how I ended that morning, with my tongue licking circles around Master’s asshole and listening to the sound of him brushing his teeth.
And when he was done, “Clean up that filthy mouth of yours, cunt.”
I love you too, Master.
My weekend mornings are frequently like this. Sometimes, I get pain; other times, slow torturous teasing.
Does FSOG cut it? Not in my books.
Anonymous said: So, I just saw the post about hair pulling and your explanation as to how you would do that. And now I'm sitting here wondering how it would feel if you entwinded your fingers in my hair that way.
I’m glad. ;-) If you ever see me, you’re welcome to ask nicely!
Step 1: Prospecting.
Step 2: Target acquisition.
One of the advantages to being part of a BDSM Community is that you make friends in a context where it’s socially safe to admit your fantasies. I know a few women who have negotiated abduction scenes they fantasized about. Two of them happened right in front of me when neither they nor I expected it. It was really hot!
This could be you, if you wanted it.
Having a friend rub your clit can be a great way to mix it up when you are worried you might slip over the edge.
I literally just stared at this photo for a few seconds before breaking the silence with a loud exhale.
I want to bite something. Now.
"You will soak the rope, end to end."
The task is probably impossible, but that’s the point. You will try anyway, doing the task you’re given as well as you can until given another one.
pet girl Bella Rossi humps her Master’s leg
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