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I know I generally only post my own work on here, but I need put this on blast. This guy nails it.
Yes!!! I had this small smile and I almost teared up.
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Anonymous asked: Kik ?
Nope. And to my knowledge, kik doesn’t offer audio or video chat, which I’m pretty insistent on after an experience or two, so I don’t think I’ll start using kik any time soon.
I have been considering hosting an online chat room when I’m bored and horny. Not sure which site I should use, though. Preferably one that has an (optional) audio chat feature.
I find it so interesting that you you told me “It takes me a long time to cum” when we first talked. As I always do, I just listened. You told me by yourself you can cum sometimes in 3-4 minutes, but with a guy it takes much longer if you cum at all. You told me all these things about yourself that you were so sure of.
Then when we started and I pulled out a vibrator, you responded right away, “That won’t help, I’ve tried it before.” A conviction without even a trial.
"You don’t have to worry about deciding what will or won’t work. You don’t have to worry about performing, or succeeding or failing. All you have to worry about is following what I tell you. Take off your shorts and your panties."
You look a little surprised that I switched gears so quickly. “Look, I don’t just get turned on like this…”
"WAS I UNCLEAR?" My voice had changed tones…again you looked surprised and began to answer, "No, I just…"
"Good. I can leave now. We don’t have to do this. I won’t ask again. I will assume the next action you do or don’t take is your answer. Take off your shorts and your panties."
This time you were quiet and did as you were told.
"Now, kneel on the floor," I said pointing to a place on the carpet next to me. You knelt.
I had you fold your hands behind your head. I had you hold good posture for me. I had you spread your legs. All little directions. All specific. I got no more questions from you.
"I know you like to be in control. I know you like to find little ways to fight and struggle. I know you like to test. Those won’t work with me."
I switched on the vibrator on high. “Don’t move.” I held the tip of the vibrator against your clit. I didn’t move it.
"I also know that a good girl wouldn’t let a near stranger do this to her. A good girl wouldn’t tell me the story of her sex life, nor would she let me order her around."
My voice seemed like it wasn’t attached to me.
"You feel that vibrator on your clit?"
"Its buzzing away and you can’t stop it. You can’t speed it up or slow it down. If you want to continue, which I know you do, you just have to hold still."
You were wet now. Your eyes blinked and you breathed evenly only with effort. “Is this beginning to turn you on?” You nodded. “You know what type of girl lets an older man she barely knows do this to her? Do you know what this makes you?”
You paused. It was almost like words weren’t allowed but I hadn’t said you couldn’t speak. You shook your head looking confused.
"Keep holding still. That makes you a little slut." On the word slut I rubbed the vibe in little circles on your clit then stopped. The mix of pleasure, and objection on your face was priceless. "Don’t move." "Don’t speak my little slut." I rubbed it in circles again on your clit on the word.
”Now, tell me…say what you are for me.” You paused and I pulled the vibrator away. Using the flat of my hand I gave you a hard swat on your pussy that made you loose your balance a little and began holding the vibe on your clit again right away while it still tingled.
"Tell me what you are." Again the pause and this time I spanked you 3 times. "Who’d let themselves be treated like this? Would a slut do this?"
"Yes!" sprung from your lips while I was still rubbing your clit with the vibe. I stopped. "Then tell me what you are."
"I’m a slut!" And I rubbed your clit even further.
Again I asked, and again you answered “A slut.” I rubbed your clit, and your squirming made me pull the vibe away. I spanked you again. “Hold still…What are you?”
"A SLUT!" I rubbed fast and firm on your clit.
We both could feel your orgasm coming. I pulled the vibrator away, tangled my fingers in your hair and pulled you over backwards across my lap. My free hand I used to hold and slowly…painfully slowly rub your clit.
"It takes you a long time to cum because you like to be in control." I twisted my finger just inside your pussy. "You don’t want to be a slut and want to be difficult. You don’t want to be easy and out of control." You moaned again as I rocked my finger against your clit. Isn’t that right my little slut…
"I’m going to cum." …I pulled my hand away.
"Who said you got to do anything slut?" I said as my hand came down 5 times firm on your pussy, making you gasp with each strike.
"You’re not in control any-more…"
I want this..so damn bad
I love doing this… so damn much! ;-)
I think part of the appeal for me is how simply she’s restrained. It gives the false sense of just maybe being able to have some control- thus you’re fighting your mind to completely submit AND all those orgasms.
YES! It’s something I had learned from reading tickling forums: Being loosely tied feels very different vs being completely immobilized.
(This isn’t the first time something like this has happened with Jack, 18’s boyfriend. It’s a pattern.)
18 called me on her way home from school.
18: “I need your advice.”
Me: “Okay. Go.”
18: “Jack was really mad at me today, and he was awful all day.”
Me: “Why was he mad?”
18: “Because he says that my pants are too sexy. He said the boys look at me when I dress like this. He was mad all day. Everyone was asking me about it, even a teacher. Then he stormed out of school and drove away without talking to me.”
Me: “What? What are you wearing?”
18: “My black sweat pants.” (The exact same pants as in the photos above.)
Me: “Okay. Let me ask you a few questions. First, do YOU think your pants are too sexy?”
Me: “Next question: do you enjoy choosing your own clothes, or do you want your boyfriend to have that choice?”
18: “I think I can choose my own clothes.”
Me: “Then you need to let him know that you’re not going to reward his tantrum by giving him power over you. This is scary behavior and really controlling.”
(Husband walked into the house right at this point, and gave me a curious look.)
Me: “I’m going to put you on speaker. Your dad is here.”
(She explained the whole thing to him.)
Husband: “First of all, that sounds really controlling.”
18: (laughs) “That’s what mom said.”
Husband: “Second of all….what are you wearing?”
18: “Sweat pants and a hoodie.”
Husband: (scoffing) “No. Just…no. He doesn’t get to tell you what to wear. This kind of thing sets a pattern, and sends you on very negative tragectory.”
(18 arrived at home and hung up her phone to talk to us in person.)
Husband: “Those are the pants he hated?!”
Husband: “Turn around. Let me see your butt.”
(18 laughs and turns around.)
Husband: “Oh come on! Those are practically baggy! Even if you were wearing shorts with your butt cheeks hanging out, he would have no say. Just…no. No. You can’t let him treat you like this. I mean…I can’t make your choices for you…but you need to know that what he’s doing isn’t normal. It’s not okay.”
18: (looks at her phone) “Jack just texted me. He says that I really hurt his feelings today because I was talking to the guys I sit by during choir. What should I text back?”
Husband: “I think you should break up with him. He’s telling you what to wear, who to talk to, and he’s trying to make you feel bad for just being you.”
(18 looks at me.)
Me: “This is your call. But I hope you don’t decide to give him all of your choices. And you should know why this scares us. Go look up signs that a relationship could become abusive. Read it and give it some thought. Then talk to Jack.”
18: (sigh) “This could really go either way with us, huh?”
This is actually on topic for this blog, I think, because it reminds me of someone I was talking with someone a year ago. Her first boyfriends were domineering because that’s what she thought she wanted. Now she’s realized: She wants someone who’s dominant, not domineering.
I want this..so damn bad
I love doing this… so damn much! ;-)
homemadexraymachine asked: How was the figging experiment?
It was… interesting, to say the least. We first tried it in my ass, and that… that did NOT go well. It burned way too much, and not in the good way. I had to safeword after around 4 minutes, and even after it was out, it was still burning for a while. I did not enjoy that one at all. I was literally crying and screaming after just a minute, Mistress actually asked me if I wanted to stop then, but I stil tried to keep it in a little longer and see if it would get at least a bit better. It got a LOT worse instead… so no, that was something I did not enjoy at all. To be honest, that probably means that it would be very effective as punishment, but since that definitely not the goal yesterday, it ended up being a no-no.
We waited until the burning had stopped, and honestly I just wanted to call it quits after that, but after a lot of aftercare and calming down done by my lovely Mistress, I was okay with trying it again in my pussy instead. I’m really glad we did that, because it was really fucking incredible. At first Mistress just cut a tiny slice and let it resting on my clit while she carved another plug, and that gave me a very interesting sensation. It was cold at the first touch, but then it became hot suddenly, and it sort of prickled, in a nice way. And it made me really, really need to have my clit touched, my hips were rocking after a while. Then when the plug was in, it also started buring after a minute or two, but it was not as unbearable as in my ass. It was in that threshold between the nice pain and the bad pain, you know? It was sort of there, and it was like it changed every few seconds, sometimes it registered as a pleasing burning, sometimes it registered as a paingul burning, but it was still the kind of pain that I could take, especially with Mistress holding me and encouraging me to take deep breaths. And then after a few minutes, my pussy started clenching around it, and the burning got stronger and it was a lot more on the painful side… but still I was close to cumming. And when Mistress allowed me to and I came, it was like fire, it burned SO much… but that only made me cum again. I was screaming and cumming, and she only took it out after I had stopped, by which time I had already had 6 orgasms, one right after the other. So… yes, that one was really enjoyable. Clearly my pussy was enjoying even the moments that I perceived as more painful than good.
Here in the U.S., it’s Tax Day. Let’s all celebrate by reading a dirty story! Apply your own agony/angst/frustration metaphors as necessary. —D.R.
"Hold on, babygirl, I know you can do it," he said. His face was red but his voice was even and calm. Eerily calm.
He gripped my legs tightly while he pumped his hips, thrusting his thick cock inside me, inside my aching and wet pussy.
I bit my lip. I breathed out forcefully. Repeat. Repeat. Think calm thoughts, I told myself. Don’t let your body take over the way it wants to.
I wasn’t allowed to cum that night. No orgasms at all, not even if I begged.
He watched my face with his steely eyes. With each groan, with each stroke that caused me grief and frustration, I swore I felt him get harder.
I felt the familiar tingle and knew that I was moments away from cumming. I hadn’t cum in days now. I was aching to cum. My pussy was desperate to cum. My Daddy the sadist knew this.
It all started with a lazy afternoon on a hot day and I walking around in a sundress for no other reason than to keep cool.
"Take off your clothes," he told me nonchalantly. I’d just walked in the room and wanted the attention even though I knew it would lead to frustration.
"Lie down and hold your legs up," he told me. I dropped onto the bed and held my legs.
He inspected me and teased my pussy. He must have seen how wet I was, how much my body ached for an orgasm.
He ran his fingers lightly over my pussy as he talked, spreading the wetness, occasionally hitting my clit. Every time he did, I jumped and gripped my legs for dear life.
"I’m going to fuck you today because I need to cum, babygirl," he said. His fingers didn’t stop the agonizing stroking.
I groaned in protest.
"But Daddy! I need to cum, too," I said. Stroke, stroke, stroke he continued.
"No you don’t, babygirl. Your orgasms belong to me, now. You only get to have them when I say so. Understand? If you don’t, perhaps we could reinforce the rules a bit more. Perhaps, say, another month without an orgasm might drill that in?"
He did not stop stroking. I moaned loudly.
"No need, Daddy. I understand," I said, breathing loudly, trying to calm this ache he caused between my legs.
"Tonight is about my pleasure. Understand?" he asked. I shook my head.
Then he was inside me, pleasing himself with every stroke. He fucked me hard and fast. I knew his stroke was to please himself, but it felt good inside my denied pussy.
He stopped, held for a moment, and stroked slowly. I moaned in protest.
"Please don’t, Daddy,"
He stopped again and put his finger on my clit, circling it slowly.
I screeched and felt a tear run out of my eye. I could barely form words but managed to squeak out a “Please, Daddy…”
He stopped and continued fucking me. I could feel his urgency building and knew he was close to cumming. And then he was there, shooting his seed deep inside me, inside my aching cunt. I screamed in relief.
He pulled out and, as I am required to do, I licked his cock clean. When I was done, I spread my thighs wide and breathed heavily, wanting so much to calm myself, to calm this need that possessed me.
Daddy put his arms around me and held me tightly. He kissed my neck.
I love it when he does that.
"I’m so proud of you, babygirl. So proud."
OMFFSM that was too hot to even queue, dirtyreads! My head is buzzing, now.
Not femdom related but somewhat in the BDSM genre…”spank that drum!”
In stereo, no less! :-D
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Penny can’t cum from anal sex… yet. Her therapy might take months and has a low chance of success, but there are many other benefits to this treatment, both for her personal development and for staff morale.
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