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Tell Me….Who OWNS you??
Beautiful! No smut just the embodiment of a perfect D/s relationship!
Face slapping is one of those things that I would never ever have done until someone told me she wanted it… and I saw what it did to her… and… fuuuuuuck, now I’m watching this gif and I’m craving it!
Kink shamers who personally attack BDSM practitioners for blogging about their problematic desires are not actually offering helpful critique of structural issues.
Does challenging the mental stability of a woman who chooses to wear makeup in public forward the conversation about patriarchal standards of beauty? Does trying to convince a woman who chooses to be a homemaker that she’s a damaged person with internalized misogyny result in policies that solve the pay gap? Does calling out a black person for being a whitewashed Uncle Tom and a race traitor actually end institutionalized racism? Does telling every single consumer who pays for a service or buys a product that they’re terrible human beings for perpetuating the capitalist system really fix the problem that people have been dehumanized for centuries and been alienated from their labor, which has been treated as interchangeable commodities?
Kink shamers are no different from those folks who refuse to “see color”—By insisting that their personal lives are free of guilt (a self-congratulatory goal in itself), they are in fact ignoring all the different ways in which they are complicit in reinforcing problematic paradigms in society, while lifestyle BDSMers are some of the most most introspective thinkers and articulate writers on these issues.
I was sitting in the parking lot at school and decided it was a perfect time to edge. I get such a thrill at the thought of being caught masturbating in public. So there I was parked right out front with my pants around my ankles and my fingers inside of me. At one point someone did walk out right next to my car. I tried to cover and shrink down in my seat, but couldn’t stop giggling, because ultimately I knew that if she looked over there was no hiding what I was doing. After I was finished I promptly sucked my fingers dry, because well.. is there a better, tastier way to clean your fingers?? As I was sitting in class I kept reaching up to smell my fingers, God I love that smell. Every time I would smell them I could feel myself get a bit wetter.
Later when I left work I began edging again in my car. It feels like it has been an eternity since the last time I have truly edged. My poor pussy is so used to getting whatever it wants now. As I neared my stopping point my mind started thinking of all the things I could hump. It was suggested to me that I should fuck my gear shift.. I thought about it, I wanted it… but then my rational mind took over. My car is brand new, it still has the new car smell. I’m a clean freak…. I chose not to fuck it. I now realize what this means. It means that I am clearly not as depraved as I used to or want to be. I need more edging. I want to be at the point where rational thoughts no longer enter my mind. After edging I stuffed my panties in my pussy and headed to the store to get supplies for the rest of my day’s activities. Read about that trip here.
When I came home I promptly washed the carrots and cucumbers and put them in the freezer. When they were finally cold enough, I prepared myself for lots of fun!! I started by using my vibrator on my ass to get it ready for what was about to come next. After a few minutes of fucking myself with my vibrator I grabbed the carrot. I had NEVER done anything like this, and did not expect it to be as cold as it was! I put lube on it and started working the tip in my ass. I can not even begin to describe to you the sensations I received. My body immediately became covered with chill bumps. The further I worked the carrot up, the wider my asshole spread, and the wetter my pussy became. I wanted so badly to touch my pussy, but that wasn’t allowed for this edging game. After a few minutes I had to stop, one I was very close to cumming, and two the carrot was REALLY fucking cold.
So I waited a minute with the hopes that I would calm down. That wasn’t the case, the second I reinserted the carrot in my ass I almost instantly had the urge to cum again. I fought the urge and worked the carrot until it was all the way inside my ass. I then pulled it out and began lubing the cucumber, which was a bit bigger then the end of the carrot. I started working the freezing cold cucumber in my ass, which after the carrot wasn’t that difficult. It didn’t take long at all to fully work it in my ass. By this point I was nearly sobbing, fighting back the urge to cum with everything I had. My pussy needed so badly to be touched so I rubbed it a bit to take the edge off. Then I grabbed my wooden spoon and followed the rub with a quick swat to my clit. I jumped at the pain, but at the same time my pussy gushed. I rubbed again quickly, then swatted. Rubbed, swatted, swatted, rubbed, swatted. Before I knew it I wasn’t really rubbing anymore, I was just fucking my ass with the cucumber and swatting my pussy with the spoon. Each time a little harder than the last. A few times I got carried away and swatted a little harder than I like, but it just reminded me that I had better not cum. This continued for awhile until I absolutely couldn’t take it anymore. I was left wanting to do nothing else in the world but cum, an ice cold cucumber in my ass, my pussy on fire from being swatted, and me nearly in tears from holding back my release.
God…. I hate/love edging.
:-D That sounds so fun! I need to assign that to someone, I think. :-)
Awww…. maybe you can try rubbing your thighs?
Oh this does not please the pussy at all
One of these days I’m going to be tired of jokes that use the word “pussy” as a play on words… but not today. :-)
A mean Mister decided to take me seriously when i said i wanted to be broken. He made me go without orgasms for days, then offered me a challenge knowing it would be harder than pain for me
Oh yum! Those moans are delicious!
"Tell me how wet you are." the woman’s voice said.
"Oh, I’m soaked ma’am."
"So am I little girl… I’m fingering myself too."
"The difference of course," she said chuckling "is that I will be cuming today and you will not."
Decision is Yours
"You won’t get away with this."
"My dear, what do you mean by ‘get away with this’? I haven’t done anything wrong."
"You fucking pervert! You don’t see anything wrong with throwing me in here, barely clothed? You’re really messed up in the head, I-"
"That’s enough! I will not be yelled at for something you wanted to do! Honestly Jasmine you really need to get yourself together."
"MY NAME IS NOT JASMINE, IT’S…. ummm it’s…"
"I… I can’t remember. What did you do to me?"
"Calm down Jasmine, I didn’t do anything to you. You came to me remember?"
"I came to you?"
"Yes, you came to me and asked me that I do this to you."
"I… No, that can’t be right… No decent woman would want to be treated this way…"
"Probably not, but you’re not a decent woman Jasmine. You’re actually quite the opposite. You’re a dumb horny slut who likes to be punished. That’s why you’re in here Jasmine, because you crave this. You want me to treat you like this because it makes you wet to no end."
"That’s not… true. I’m a good girl…my name is not Jasmine and you’re… you’re a liar."
"You don’t sound very convincing Jasmine, but I feel like I’m in a good mood so lets make this interesting. If you can resist not sucking my cock when I grab it out of my pants, then you can leave. I promise not to follow you or even speak to you again… However, if you do scurry over here and blow me with those cute little lips of yours… well, I think you know what will happen to you. So… here’s my cock Jasmine, take a good long look at it and tell me what you want to do with it…. "
Ohhhh…. what a wonderful idea!
I’ve heard of using hypnosis for consensual nonconsent before… (she wanted to be forcibly taken by a stranger, and he set things up in her head so that when he wore a baseball cap on backwards she wouldn’t recognize him, and waited for the right moment to surprise her…)
But drjacobsbimboverse here has wrapped consensual nonconsent, reluctance, bimbofication, mind control, oral servitude… all into a short and tidy little dialogue!
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