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Cumming feels so good…right up until you remember you weren’t given permission.
Then panic sets in and the begging for forgiveness begins.
LOL! That look of “Oh shit!” is priceless!
Hold it for me. I know you can do it for me. You want to please me, don’t you?
your streak of lady-loving posts recently has been leaving me very hot and bothered and wet.
thank you for that. :)
“That’s it, good girl; I know you haven’t come in over a week but your master made it clear that if you moan or make any sound from my touch, you’ll have to wait another week before you have another chance for that sweet release. I could do this to you all day, isn’t it so hot to have him watch you while I do whatever I want to you? You are doing very well to keep quiet.”
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I thought about this last night as I was drifting to sleep.
I imagined sitting in a tall chair on a platform. A throne, if you will. I am naked and surrounded by ten naked women, all of them deep in orgasm denial, each of them antsy, on edge, and wanting to cum.
I spread my legs in front of them and begin touching myself.
"There are severe consequences for cumming. None of you will cum without my permission," I tell them, gesturing to the man in the corner with a whip. He nods back in my direction and all ten girls tremble a little in fear.
"Who would like to go first?" I ask and one of the girls raises her hand shyly.
"Very good. You will kneel right here," I say, pointing to the floor directly between my legs. She does and her face is mere inches away from my pussy. I begin touching again.
"Spread your legs wider," I tell her, "You’re allowed to touch and edge but not cum. That goes for all of you."
Then I begin touching myself, rubbing softly and steadily, turned on by her poor, sad expression until I cum, bucking my hips as close to her face as I can, teasing her, even exaggerating my own pleasure for her benefit and agony.
She is touching herself as well, though often stops and pulls her hand away like a good girl, breathing deeply before her hands go back between her legs.
I crouch down beside her and run my fingers between the lips of her pussy and lick the juice from my fingers.
"You’ve been a very good girl," I tell her, cupping her jaw in my hand, "But you are still not allowed to cum. Who’s next?"
Some of the girls raise their hands. Two of them stand. Some of them are dripping with sweat, furiously touching themselves.
One girl is obviously very deeply frustrated. She touches herself for a few seconds and then angrily jerks her hand away. She stamps her heel against the floor and groans in frustration, then looks around the room and touches herself again. I bring her forward.
"Sit with your legs spread wide and put your face as close to my pussy as possible," I tell her and she obeys. I touch myself.
"Do you want to cum, girl?" I ask. She is lost, staring deeply at my pussy as I rub and please myself.
"Answer me!" I yell. She snaps to attention.
"Yes, ma’am. I want to cum so bad."
"Do you find it frustrating to watch me touch myself so freely, to watch me cum when I want, however quickly I want, when you’re not allowed?"
"Yes, ma’am," she continues, rubbing and jerking her hand away, resting. It’s a constant cycle. I can tell she’s flushed bright red. Her nipples have become hardened points. This girl could cum at any minute if I let her.
"Watch me cum again. Watch me as I please myself and cum and enjoy that sweet, sweet pleasure. Does that make you jealous?"
"Good. I’m glad."
I keep rubbing, harder and harder,until I cum again, bucking my hips as close to her face as I can without touching her, teasing her with the ultimate cruelty of showing her what she can’t have.
"Girl, would you like to lick me clean after that orgasm so I can be ready to have another one?" I ask. She nods, staring at the floor, her hands still between her legs, softly teasing herself.
She whimpers which sends shockwaves of desire to my pussy. She begins licking me, softly teasing the lips of my pussy before dragging her tongue over my clit.
"Thank you, girl. You may go now but you are not allowed to cum."
She jerks her hand away from between her legs yet again and whimpers again, this time louder and more desperate.
I love that sound.
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The more stuff I see from lovinglyhandmadepornography, the more I like this dom. He’s got her smiling, and he’s right there, by her ear.
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Anonymous said: Can you recommend other male Dom blogs? Any game idea blogs would be great! (I thought there was a blog dedicated to games and punishments?) I know of sadisticgames and quitemystery already and follow your blog religiously as well. Thank you!
Take a look at my "Need Instruction?" post for game/instructions ideas, including some links to other tumblrs.
Besides that, other male-dom T&D blogs I can think of…
The anticipation is the worst.
Anticipation of the pain, daddysdirtydirtygirl? Or is it the rush of pleasure that follows because we all know it turns you on so much?
Anonymous said: sorry, this isn't a very sexy message, but I'm a bisexual female and while I wouldn't mind being in a relationship with a man, but the idea of having sex with one repulses me a bit and I'm just very confused. Have you heard of anyone with similar feelings? Again, sorry if this downstairs make sense but I'd just like answers :/
Hi there! :-)
I’ve seen that, usually in women who’ve had sexual abuse in their past. I’ve also seen the other way around, where a heterosexual woman labeled herself “bisexual above the waist” because she liked kissing, and boobs, but just wasn’t into vaginas. For that matter, I know a married lesbian who thinks men’s bodies are sexier than women’s bodies. Sexuality is realy strange, sometimes.
I have no idea what you’re going through so I don’t have much advice other than to say that until you know more about yourself or are fairly satisfied that there aren’t any more answers, being confused is a healthy response. It’s much better, in my opinion, than having no questions about it.
Since you’re asking me, I’ll assume you have an interest in BDSM, too, so I also want to tell you that in the BDSM communinty there are some people who want sex with their kink, and others who just want their kink and sex is very exclusive. Also, sex is very rare at your average BDSM play party. (.. at least near me. That said, some parties are better than others.) This is one reason why one friend of mine doesn’t like to play at parties; she wants sex if she’s going to play, and doesn’t want to fuck in front of people. For groups of people into spanking, I’ve heard that in some groups you’re not even allowed to take off your underwear unless you’re behind closed doors. It’s that way at the parties of the spanking group near me.
Please come back in a few days and see if anyone has reblogged with comments. Perhaps someone else will reblog with their own thoughts.
I was confused for years. I thought I was bisexual. I can fall in love with a guy or a woman. I am even more physically attracted to men. But I never couldn’t stand the idea of having “normal” sex with them. I thought it would change with age. It hasn’t. There’s no abuse behind that, it’s just how I am. I declared myself a lesbian; there I’m comfortable with all aspects of a relationship.
Later, thanks to the internet, I realised I am and always was interested in kinky side of men! I definitely like having male friends, sometimes I need a hug from a guy. Then I skip the whole romantic and vanilla part. And then I find myself wanting to dominate a man, or, if I really trust him, being submissive to him. Again thanks to the internet I found out there are men whom I’m compatible with, and got to know some guys, and spent good times with them.
In my opinion any feeling is OK. There are so many variations. Sometimes even labels don’t fit. Am I biromantic, when I’m able to fall in love also with a man but I’m not interested in dating? Am I bisexual, when I’m attracted to men, too, but I want only “weird” sex with them? Who cares :)
There were a couple of responses to this ask, all awesome, but this one is my favorite because of that last paragraph! Labels should be used as shorthand, not constraints.
You are my toy and I will use you… or not… however I choose.
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