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22nd October 2014

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eenslaved:

She was wearing a silvery colored cashmere dress with satiny pink pumps; she brought to mind a Christmas ornament, a pretty, shiny bauble. The sweater dress molded over the ripe breasts and hips quite tautly.
She was not wearing undergarments. Her breasts swayed beneath the soft fabric when she walked, and her nipples were outlined. 
She didn’t walk around much though. She mostly stood in the corner of the room with her legs pressed neatly together. Holding in the dildo he’d inserted in her cunt when they got to the party. Before they went inside, he had walked over to open her car door for her and help her out. Then he had her bend over at the waist, placing her hands on the car seat while he squatted behind her and prodded the dildo up between her legs into her snug cunt. Then he walked her inside.
He stayed by her side at the party, leaving only to fetch drinks for the both of them. A few times he turned to her, and with his body blocking hers from view, would reach up and grope her breasts through the soft cashmere, rubbing, squeezing, even tweaking her nipples and jiggling her breasts lewdly by the pinched tips until she gasped, from mingled pain and humiliation—and pleasure.
After the party, he drove them home. She sat in the passenger seat with her thighs apart and her dress hiked to her waist. He had her reach back and hold onto the back of her headrest to keep her hands out of his way. With his free hand, he pumped the dildo in and out of her cunt. 
Back home, she held onto his arm as he helped her inside. Her legs were shaking, and he had reseated the dildo inside her. She would be punished if she dropped it. He was patient as she took mincing, squirming, panting steps. 
Inside, he sent her to fetch two coils of rope from their bedroom. They hung neatly from hooks beside her work dresses and suits.
He bound her arms at the wrists and just above the elbows. Her breasts thrust forward, and he held her to him as he took her mouth, feeling those generous globes rubbing against his chest. He caressed and fondled her, squeezing and releasing her nipples, which just made her release those desperate, whimpering, whining sounds that he adored. It always turned her on for him to handle her breasts as they were teats he was milking. He rolled the jutting peaks between his fingers and gave them a few extra good tugs. 
"You please me," he told her, holding her eyes with his as his fingers drew on her nipples rhythmically. He was watching her eyes as he said, "It pleases me that you won’t be cumming tonight."
Her eyes widened unhappily, and she gave a soft moan, “Nooo.”
"Yes," he said, "You know you’re always such an extra good girl for me when you don’t get to cum. It keeps you my good girl."
His fingers tugged and twisted on her nipples, manipulating her flesh with easy knowledge of her body. Her breath sobbed as she stared at him, wild-eyed.
"Isn’t that right?" he prompted.
"Yesss. I want to b-be your g-good girl," she said on an unhappy wail, her shoulders straining at her bondage.
"Good girl," he whispered to her. He gave her teats a good milking for another long moment while she stood in front of him, her body quivering.
He guided her down to her knees and urged her to sit back onto her heels. He rolled her dress up carefully to her waist. Her hands were clasped behind her, and he took a bit of lube from the jar kept on the coffee table. He smeared a dab of lube onto her thumb - not overdoing it, giving her just enough to slicken her way, and then he guided her thumb back into her bottom. She grunted with discomfort, her cheeks burning with humiliation.
"You keep that hole plugged up nice and tight for me now," he told her. "Don’t let that finger slip out."
Finally, he unzipped his pants and brought out his cock. Taking hold of her head in both hands, he eased her face over his cock, positioning her mouth-hole over him. He pulled her head forward and groaned with contentment as his cock was encased in her hot mouth. 
He worked her head in an efficient rhythm over his cock, his only movement the repetitive motion of his hands handling her head. The room was quiet except for his harsh breathing and the sounds of her occasional gagging.
He held her head still over his cock when he finally came and fed her his seed. Her eyes were red and dazed when he finally eased her head off his cock. A strand of drool clung from the head of his cock to her mouth, and he released her head so she could clean him. Her kittenish licking and tonguing readied him, but he only rubbed his cock against her face, letting her nuzzle his organ, before he zipped himself back up. 
Her thumb was still plugging her anus. He took out his cell phone and took a close-up photo of her bound wrists and her finger stuffed up her own ass. He showed it to her. It would be the desktop wallpaper for their computer at home.
He untied her and put her to bed. Her body was slick with sweat and lust, and he didn’t want her to wash. He tied her legs open and her hands above her head, giving her enough play to stretch and shift but not enough to reach to touch herself, while he rinsed quickly before joining her in bed. As he drowsed, his hand played over her body, touching, stroking, flicking, tweaking. He slid two fingers into her cunt, which was drenched and leaking copious amounts of fluid, and slept.
In the morning, he untied her. Without being told, she arranged herself with her arms outstretched over her head, cheek pressed to the bed, ass tilted up. He was so pleased with her, he gave her a bullet vibrator and told her she could use it on herself.
Its buzzy vibrations were enough to make her moan, and he watched her with delight as he lubed up his cock. Hands clamped to her hips, he took her ass as she pressed the small vibrator to her clit. She started cumming when he started spanking her with each fresh thrust into her ass.
The screaming from her orgasm was a wonderful sound to wake up to.

eenslaved:

She was wearing a silvery colored cashmere dress with satiny pink pumps; she brought to mind a Christmas ornament, a pretty, shiny bauble. The sweater dress molded over the ripe breasts and hips quite tautly.

She was not wearing undergarments. Her breasts swayed beneath the soft fabric when she walked, and her nipples were outlined. 

She didn’t walk around much though. She mostly stood in the corner of the room with her legs pressed neatly together. Holding in the dildo he’d inserted in her cunt when they got to the party. Before they went inside, he had walked over to open her car door for her and help her out. Then he had her bend over at the waist, placing her hands on the car seat while he squatted behind her and prodded the dildo up between her legs into her snug cunt. Then he walked her inside.

He stayed by her side at the party, leaving only to fetch drinks for the both of them. A few times he turned to her, and with his body blocking hers from view, would reach up and grope her breasts through the soft cashmere, rubbing, squeezing, even tweaking her nipples and jiggling her breasts lewdly by the pinched tips until she gasped, from mingled pain and humiliation—and pleasure.

After the party, he drove them home. She sat in the passenger seat with her thighs apart and her dress hiked to her waist. He had her reach back and hold onto the back of her headrest to keep her hands out of his way. With his free hand, he pumped the dildo in and out of her cunt. 

Back home, she held onto his arm as he helped her inside. Her legs were shaking, and he had reseated the dildo inside her. She would be punished if she dropped it. He was patient as she took mincing, squirming, panting steps. 

Inside, he sent her to fetch two coils of rope from their bedroom. They hung neatly from hooks beside her work dresses and suits.

He bound her arms at the wrists and just above the elbows. Her breasts thrust forward, and he held her to him as he took her mouth, feeling those generous globes rubbing against his chest. He caressed and fondled her, squeezing and releasing her nipples, which just made her release those desperate, whimpering, whining sounds that he adored. It always turned her on for him to handle her breasts as they were teats he was milking. He rolled the jutting peaks between his fingers and gave them a few extra good tugs. 

"You please me," he told her, holding her eyes with his as his fingers drew on her nipples rhythmically. He was watching her eyes as he said, "It pleases me that you won’t be cumming tonight."

Her eyes widened unhappily, and she gave a soft moan, “Nooo.”

"Yes," he said, "You know you’re always such an extra good girl for me when you don’t get to cum. It keeps you my good girl."

His fingers tugged and twisted on her nipples, manipulating her flesh with easy knowledge of her body. Her breath sobbed as she stared at him, wild-eyed.

"Isn’t that right?" he prompted.

"Yesss. I want to b-be your g-good girl," she said on an unhappy wail, her shoulders straining at her bondage.

"Good girl," he whispered to her. He gave her teats a good milking for another long moment while she stood in front of him, her body quivering.

He guided her down to her knees and urged her to sit back onto her heels. He rolled her dress up carefully to her waist. Her hands were clasped behind her, and he took a bit of lube from the jar kept on the coffee table. He smeared a dab of lube onto her thumb - not overdoing it, giving her just enough to slicken her way, and then he guided her thumb back into her bottom. She grunted with discomfort, her cheeks burning with humiliation.

"You keep that hole plugged up nice and tight for me now," he told her. "Don’t let that finger slip out."

Finally, he unzipped his pants and brought out his cock. Taking hold of her head in both hands, he eased her face over his cock, positioning her mouth-hole over him. He pulled her head forward and groaned with contentment as his cock was encased in her hot mouth. 

He worked her head in an efficient rhythm over his cock, his only movement the repetitive motion of his hands handling her head. The room was quiet except for his harsh breathing and the sounds of her occasional gagging.

He held her head still over his cock when he finally came and fed her his seed. Her eyes were red and dazed when he finally eased her head off his cock. A strand of drool clung from the head of his cock to her mouth, and he released her head so she could clean him. Her kittenish licking and tonguing readied him, but he only rubbed his cock against her face, letting her nuzzle his organ, before he zipped himself back up. 

Her thumb was still plugging her anus. He took out his cell phone and took a close-up photo of her bound wrists and her finger stuffed up her own ass. He showed it to her. It would be the desktop wallpaper for their computer at home.

He untied her and put her to bed. Her body was slick with sweat and lust, and he didn’t want her to wash. He tied her legs open and her hands above her head, giving her enough play to stretch and shift but not enough to reach to touch herself, while he rinsed quickly before joining her in bed. As he drowsed, his hand played over her body, touching, stroking, flicking, tweaking. He slid two fingers into her cunt, which was drenched and leaking copious amounts of fluid, and slept.

In the morning, he untied her. Without being told, she arranged herself with her arms outstretched over her head, cheek pressed to the bed, ass tilted up. He was so pleased with her, he gave her a bullet vibrator and told her she could use it on herself.

Its buzzy vibrations were enough to make her moan, and he watched her with delight as he lubed up his cock. Hands clamped to her hips, he took her ass as she pressed the small vibrator to her clit. She started cumming when he started spanking her with each fresh thrust into her ass.

The screaming from her orgasm was a wonderful sound to wake up to.

Tagged: tease and denialanalblow jobspublic playeenslavedhumiliationerotica

22nd October 2014

Video with 6 notes

YUM! She is fucked and tickled with a relentless intensity!

Tagged: videoticklingorgasm controlfucking

22nd October 2014

Question with 3 notes

lovettehabilis said: I love Your blog. I'm very submissive. I masterbate every day from 2 to 4 times. I always edge so long i can. My body knows it will be better. I think i would like forced multiple orgasms, but i never had. When i read You, i shut my eyes and can feel You near me, so good. This message was only to say to You : thank You Lovette, a little french girl

I’m glad you can feel me!

Hmmm… about feeling me… some days, I feel like I’m feeling… something… tapping energy from this blog. I think it’s psychosomatic, or placebo, but maybe I should conduct a metaphysical experiment by asking my followers to please edge for me, thinking of me, willing their erotic energy towards me, at a specific time & date, just to see if I can feel it? :-)

Tagged: askedlovettehabilisNote to Self

22nd October 2014

Question with 3 notes

thestarmusician said: So.. One of your posts had to do with public play recently, which is a big turn on for me. I love the thought of it, but never know what to do if i want it to be a reality /: i have a master, but i dont know how to really approach this type of play with him. Any tips? :)

Tips on public play or tips on approaching it with him?  I’m assuming you mean the former.

  1. Since you like my blog, you might want to check out my #public play tag if you haven’t so far.
  2. Look for dares, especially in adult-oriented truth or dare sites. (e.g. http://www.getdare.com/bbs/forumdisplay.php?f=21 )
  3. Go to BDSM commmunity munches/events, if you can.

That last one is very important for a few reasons. Besides finding ideas, and grounding, and possibly co-conspirators if you’re into that, you might find a safer and more ethical place to do some of it. The crappy part about having a kink for public play is that there is often a nagging tension between that and unethically involving bystanders without their consent. Public play within a BDSM community event can allow for things like being forced to craw naked in a crowd, or wearing a collar that you otherwise would feel too nervous to wear, all within a space where it’s okay.


(P.S. I had looked on your blog and had tried to use an ask to send my thoughts on an unrelated question you’d posted there, but apparently you don’t allow asks. If you wish to change that, go to https://www.tumblr.com/settings)

Tagged: askedthestarmusicianpublic play

21st October 2014

Question with 1 note

Anonymous said: Hello!!! I just wanted to say I really love your blog and it helped me accept my own fantasies and carry them out with my boyfriend (daddy). P.S. I'm the same girl from the movie theater teasing/bj story. <3

:-) Thanks! I’m glad you wrote me again.

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21st October 2014

Photo reblogged from a unicorn for Sir with 1,663 notes

his-submissive-wife:

Mmmmmm. Want.

Looks like someone just went to fuckspace.

his-submissive-wife:

Mmmmmm. Want.

Looks like someone just went to fuckspace.

Tagged: forced orgasmsgifs

Source: hold-on-to-the-neck

21st October 2014

Photo reblogged from Owned with 1,653 notes

ana-for-you:

Sir loves that everybody else thinks I’m clever and only he knows how easy it is to melt my idiot mind

That moment where you realize he&#8217;s not melting your mind because he knows you want it, and he grins at you, watching you melt into a puddle of goo because he&#8217;s not doing it.

ana-for-you:

Sir loves that everybody else thinks I’m clever and only he knows how easy it is to melt my idiot mind

That moment where you realize he’s not melting your mind because he knows you want it, and he grins at you, watching you melt into a puddle of goo because he’s not doing it.

Tagged: there are many ways to teaseana for you

Source: naughtygirlshavemuchmorefun

21st October 2014

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ana-for-you:

"That’s exactly what I wanted to have happen. You on edge is so much more entertaining than you normally."

He says I get to have an orgasm in two days’ time. And I’m desperte at this point. But this almost makes me not want to. If he likes me more when I haven’t had an orgasm in a while…

Then again, I know my slow descent into madness just after an orgasm, from knowing I have so long to wait until my next, will amuse him too. Hopefully he’ll like that more. Hopefully he won’t see this and get ideas. 

But he knows what’s best.

Mmmm, I do love that ‘slow descent into madness’!

With med student, it got to a point where the deciding factor for letting her cum was when I was feeling sadistic and wanted to enjoy it from day 1 all over again.

Tagged: med studentorgasm controlorgasm denialorgasm denial denialSubtease2ana for you

21st October 2014

Photoset reblogged from Naughtykittenxoxo with 385 notes

naughtykittenxoxoxo:

Please let me cum, sir!

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21st October 2014

Photo reblogged from My Doll Has Homework with 177 notes

dom-plays-with-dolls:

"I seriously think that I love sucking your cock more than cumming."
When I first took out my cock for her this weekend, her eyes immediately locked onto it. She started drooling even more from her ball gag. Her pussy grew warmer and wetter. There was no denying it: my doll loves my cock down her pretty little throat.
So I had a lot of fun placing it so close to her mouth, tracing her lips with my head, teasing her, tormenting her, knowing that the gag prevented her from getting the tiniest of tastes. 
She gives the best blowjobs I’ve ever felt in my life…but torturing her like this, watching her body and mind become desperate as she was denied the one thing she’d been craving for weeks…there is no better feeling.

dom-plays-with-dolls:

"I seriously think that I love sucking your cock more than cumming."

When I first took out my cock for her this weekend, her eyes immediately locked onto it. She started drooling even more from her ball gag. Her pussy grew warmer and wetter. There was no denying it: my doll loves my cock down her pretty little throat.

So I had a lot of fun placing it so close to her mouth, tracing her lips with my head, teasing her, tormenting her, knowing that the gag prevented her from getting the tiniest of tastes. 

She gives the best blowjobs I’ve ever felt in my life…but torturing her like this, watching her body and mind become desperate as she was denied the one thing she’d been craving for weeks…there is no better feeling.

Tagged: oral servitudethere are many ways to teasedom plays with dolls