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13th April 2014

Photoset reblogged from Sassy little brat with 4,788 notes

On impulse, without asking him first, she handed her phone to his friend and said “Take a picture of us?”

He had dutifully posed and smiled for the photo, then said two things: He moved behind her and whispered “Mine.” into her ear.  Then, to his friend, he grinned and said “Keep shooting.”

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Source: babalaas

10th April 2014

Question reblogged from So Very Gone with 21 notes

Anonymous asked: I have been edging myself for the last hour. Now I am rubbing my clit and looking at your blog. I am so wet that it is running down my thighs. When I get too close to an orgasm I force myself to take my fingers off my clit. Then I softly stroke my nipples until I calm down. It is torture! My clit is so swollen and my legs are shaking. My nipples are rock hard. I'm not gonna cum though. I'm going to put on my clothes, go out and feel how wet my panties are and squeeze my thighs together

so-very-gone:

Nice. Keep doing this for a few more days and tell me how you feel. Would love to know who you are ;)

Hmmm… that would be something fun to assign. -)

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29th March 2014

Post reblogged from arche with 5 notes

Time to go

archore:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

I hate it when you get up before I’m awake in the morning. I want to feel you close when I surface. Waking up is hard, feeling you near is the only good thing about waking up. I want to wake up feeling your hand spread my legs, moving on top of me. I need you to fuck me in the morning before starting another day out in the world. Just a little more time behind that heavy red curtain, that always makes the room look like it’s evening and time to go to bed.

But sometimes I wake up and you’re gone. I don’t like waking up in an empty bed. You know I won’t want to get up and maybe you escape me so I can’t hold onto you and not let you go. Either way, when you get up I sulk.

Sometimes getting up means heading out. I want to not wear panties but it’s too cold.

You’re as oblivious getting into the car as you are when getting out of bed. The worst thing about sitting in the car is that your hands aren’t free and you won’t be touching me. Not much. Not enough. So I have to hug you before we get in and kiss you.

In spite of the vast distance created by hand break and cup holders, I like getting into the car with you. I like your driving. It was one of the first things I noticed in Belgium. (I spent the evening watching you, wondering whether I would that night. I don’t think I ever told you. I don’t think you noticed, you seemed a bit surprised when I climbed into your bed).

I like talking to you. I like your stories and I like how you listen. And I like that you can be silent. Constant chatter tires me. I like you hand on my thigh.

Sometimes I ask you whether I can touch myself. Usually you like the thought. You never take the initiative there though. I open my jeans and slide my hands down my panties. It’s strange watching the traffic. If it’s not dark yet, it’s more distracting.

It takes a little while in the car. Sometimes I’m not sure I’ll get there at all. I have to concentrate. But I do, and I stop. Then there’s more. Either of us will want more. Or maybe we both do and it’s just a matter of who speaks first.

I like it when you can’t make me come. I always suspect you of going easy on me, trying to be nice, even when you tell me to. I always fight it.

Except that one day. Your hand on my thigh, moving up, I twist towards you. I strain in the seat to feel your touch through my panties and tights. Oblivious to the world. When I tell you “Stop” you sound mildly incredulous. “Really?” Yes, really. The drive is torture, and I love it. I want more of those days.

The first time you opened your belt was jolting. I’m not sure this is a good idea, but I want to so much. And as usual I follow your lead. It’s an awkward position, but not as awkward as I would have expected. I settle into it, and I could stay there forever. For once I’m not trying to get you to come in my mouth, rather I’m trying to not be a distraction and please you at the same time. But I want to stay there, and that moment I wish again there wasn’t such a big window in the living room just opposite the table you use as a desk.

Or I want you to pull over somewhere. A side road. Somewhere hidden enough.

But the outside world infringes again: “Toll booth” you say, and for a moment I think: “So?” But then I sit up and wipe the saliva of my lips and pull down my skirt. While you are buttoning up, I go looking for change.

I love getting into the car with you.

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28th March 2014

Photoset reblogged from Fuckity nope with 278,225 notes

But hey, you can pretend it means “Troy”. It will be our little secret that you’re my cute, tittied slut. Mkay?

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Source: killerkanye

23rd March 2014

Photo reblogged from Dreambook for a Catholic Girl with 2,039 notes

yourbadgrrl:

Spanking and riding…

Did you know, when you take clothes to the cleaners, you can point out stains and they’ll take special care to make sure those stains come out?  She did.  He always made sure she pointed out the stains on the knees of his suits.  Their own private joke that made him smile and made her… wet.  When the staff at the dry cleaners greeted her and said “ah, more knee stains!” with a smile, she thought they must have known, but when she blushed, their confusion was quickly replaced by poor poker-faces.  They hadn’t guessed… not until her reaction, anyway.

yourbadgrrl:

Spanking and riding…

Did you know, when you take clothes to the cleaners, you can point out stains and they’ll take special care to make sure those stains come out?  She did.  He always made sure she pointed out the stains on the knees of his suits.  Their own private joke that made him smile and made her… wet.  When the staff at the dry cleaners greeted her and said “ah, more knee stains!” with a smile, she thought they must have known, but when she blushed, their confusion was quickly replaced by poor poker-faces.  They hadn’t guessed… not until her reaction, anyway.

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Source: grandcentralsex

17th March 2014

Question reblogged from arche with 28 notes

Anonymous asked: I want to get a metal chain with a lock to wear and give my master the key so he would have to unlock me before I could remove my jeans, do you think there would be a problem with something like this? assuming we were smart and kept some backup keys...

archore:

femsubdenial:

Sounds hot, especially if you’re also into bathroom restrictions… and if you do it I recommend somehow binding the zipper, too (maybe simply sewing the zipper handle up with lots of thread is sufficient). If the jeans are tight enough, you could possibly pop out the top button and close it with a lock instead, skipping the chain entirely, and there are hard genital shields/cups for women that you can buy at most sporting goods stores that you can also buy jock straps / nut cups for men… and that way even a powerful vibrator might not provide any relief. OR… maybe it could prevent the dislodging of a vibrator that was well placed before your jeans were locked into place. :-)

That said… hopefully I don’t need to say this, beware of shoving your leash into his hand. Ask, offer, explain, beg, share erotic stories about it, but just because you want or need to serve in this way doesn’t mean he’s willing or even ready.

Like so: image

Mmmhmmm. Like that. :-) Is that you?

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Source: femsubdenial

13th March 2014

Photoset reblogged from Kinky Pervert Since 1980-something! ;-) with 788 notes

joatmoa69:

redath:

sirn-bondage:

Pet wearing the G1 waist belt and cuffs. These are available through my shop.

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Lovely as they are nearly not visible, especially together with that dress

Classy bondage gear! Very nice!

Ooooo! That is elegant!

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5th March 2014

Photo reblogged from Rain and Sex with 67,780 notes

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18th February 2014

Photo reblogged from TightLaced Chaos with 59,710 notes

tightlacedchaos:

storyofasub:

submissivedreamer:

I absolutely love this gif. That ass grab is absolute perfection.

SD is right, this is a perfect ass grab.
However, there is something even more perfect about going out with Sir with the full knowledge that he has every right to touch me however he wishes, regardless of where we are.  That he could easily do anything he wanted whether it embarrassed me in public or not.  And yet…
He remains a perfect gentleman.  He makes me, and everyone around me, feel like I’m the most elegant, well-respected woman in the world.  He holds doors open for me, helps me to my seat before sitting down himself, asks my opinion on the wine before ordering, treats me like quite the lady.  And yet…
I would be on my knees on the concrete floor of any street with just a word or gesture from him, no longer a lady, but his whore.  
It is intoxicating.  For both of us.

Because I cant remember if I posted it already or not… and if I did, it deserves to be seen twice anyways.

I love how a stare, a pause, an active absence of something, can make one feel so owned.

tightlacedchaos:

storyofasub:

submissivedreamer:

I absolutely love this gif. That ass grab is absolute perfection.

SD is right, this is a perfect ass grab.

However, there is something even more perfect about going out with Sir with the full knowledge that he has every right to touch me however he wishes, regardless of where we are.  That he could easily do anything he wanted whether it embarrassed me in public or not.  And yet…

He remains a perfect gentleman.  He makes me, and everyone around me, feel like I’m the most elegant, well-respected woman in the world.  He holds doors open for me, helps me to my seat before sitting down himself, asks my opinion on the wine before ordering, treats me like quite the lady.  And yet…

I would be on my knees on the concrete floor of any street with just a word or gesture from him, no longer a lady, but his whore.  

It is intoxicating.  For both of us.

Because I cant remember if I posted it already or not… and if I did, it deserves to be seen twice anyways.

I love how a stare, a pause, an active absence of something, can make one feel so owned.

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Source: italiansd0itbetter

17th February 2014

Photo reblogged from bi-caps with 66 notes

Tagged: bi-capshumiliationpublic playhypnosis