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14th October 2014

Photo reblogged from unixslut's place with 5,914 notes

unixslut:

mypleasuregirl:

"The next lesson for the slaves is to learn how to get facefucked. As you can see, this girl learned really fast."

So… a few comments about reverse/upside down face fucking. I have vague, foggy memories of enjoying this position when I was much younger. I’ve talked to Amo about it and shown him tumblr images of it, and so he decided to do it to me the other night.
First… this really is not a great position if you’re overweight or he’s overweight. We’re not young things here (I’m the baby of our family and I’m in my mid-40s), and we have middle age spread. It happens. So does ball stretch. When bellies overhang cocks a bit, vapor lock happens, and breathing stops. This is a Not Good thing.
Second, great position for those with perky, high balls. Not so great for older men with really dangly balls. They fall over the nose of the lucky girl, and again, breathing stops. While this can be alleviated slightly by the female using her hands (gently!) to move the balls to one side, it’s a temporary fix at best.
Third, do not, I repeat DO NOT try having him climb on top in a sort of 69ish type position, if you’re at all overweight or with body parts that sometimes don’t work right (failing knees, bad back, etc.). I won’t get into details except to say that it just Does Not Work.
So that’s my Public Service Announcement for the day. Fun position, but it’s mainly for the athletic and/or under-30 crowd.

I disagree. I like the breath play aspect! True story!

unixslut:

mypleasuregirl:

"The next lesson for the slaves is to learn how to get facefucked. As you can see, this girl learned really fast."

So… a few comments about reverse/upside down face fucking. I have vague, foggy memories of enjoying this position when I was much younger. I’ve talked to Amo about it and shown him tumblr images of it, and so he decided to do it to me the other night.

First… this really is not a great position if you’re overweight or he’s overweight. We’re not young things here (I’m the baby of our family and I’m in my mid-40s), and we have middle age spread. It happens. So does ball stretch. When bellies overhang cocks a bit, vapor lock happens, and breathing stops. This is a Not Good thing.

Second, great position for those with perky, high balls. Not so great for older men with really dangly balls. They fall over the nose of the lucky girl, and again, breathing stops. While this can be alleviated slightly by the female using her hands (gently!) to move the balls to one side, it’s a temporary fix at best.

Third, do not, I repeat DO NOT try having him climb on top in a sort of 69ish type position, if you’re at all overweight or with body parts that sometimes don’t work right (failing knees, bad back, etc.). I won’t get into details except to say that it just Does Not Work.

So that’s my Public Service Announcement for the day. Fun position, but it’s mainly for the athletic and/or under-30 crowd.

I disagree. I like the breath play aspect! True story!

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26th September 2014

Photo reblogged from unixslut's place with 307 notes

unixslut:

Every time I see an image of a woman being fucked from behind (especially while her hands are bound), with a cock in her mouth, I feel like my cunt is going to jump out of my body and rub itself against the screen. No really. My nipples perk, my cunt juices terribly, and I throb pretty much throughout my body.
Look how thick that cock is. Look how she’s just accepting what he stuffs into her, what both of them stuff into her. All that matters is sucking and fucking, and there’s no fight in her at all. There’s no mind in her, either… just sensation, cascading over her like a waterfall of infinte joy…

Now THAT is some nice imagery!

unixslut:

Every time I see an image of a woman being fucked from behind (especially while her hands are bound), with a cock in her mouth, I feel like my cunt is going to jump out of my body and rub itself against the screen. No really. My nipples perk, my cunt juices terribly, and I throb pretty much throughout my body.

Look how thick that cock is. Look how she’s just accepting what he stuffs into her, what both of them stuff into her. All that matters is sucking and fucking, and there’s no fight in her at all. There’s no mind in her, either… just sensation, cascading over her like a waterfall of infinte joy…

Now THAT is some nice imagery!

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8th September 2014

Photo reblogged from Kink Is My Anti-Drug with 18,563 notes

katskinx:

want


Hungry, pet?

katskinx:

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Hungry, pet?

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23rd August 2014

Post with 106 notes

Reduced to a Quivering Mess

Written by Entropy Uberalles (not on Tumblr). Posted with her permission.

Yesterday, I was finally reduced to a quivering mess, something I have craved to feel again for years. And it was the first time I had ever reached that state while completely sober—no alcohol to blame for the loss of inhibition, no heroin to deaden the nerves, no meth to file the emotional intensity down to a smooth robot-like plane.

Over the last few years, my once-dominant partner has mostly wanted boring sex, if he wanted any at all. For weeks, I’ve taken to dropping hints, talking about it directly, even taking control of him once or twice. And watching a lot of BDSM porn. I asked him to watch with me a few times, but he wasn’t interested. He can be a generous partner, though, so he made occasional unenthusiastic concessions to what he thought I wanted: pulling my hair, putting his hands around my throat, pushing the head of his cock into my esophagus. But I could tell that his heart wasn’t in it like it used to be, when we’d play for hours, with direct eye contact and continuous dirty talk.

I came home yesterday afternoon and sat next to him in bed to read a book while he watched The Road Warrior (“Two men enter, one man leaves!”). The movie ended without my noticing, and I was suddenly yanked out of my novel when a commanding male voice came from the laptop speaker, “You’re not gonna come until I give you permission. Is that clear?” and the responding female, “Yes, Daddy.”

My novel had fallen to the floor, forgotten, as I watched. My partner said, “Check this out. Is that a palette she’s tied to? Look, the vibrator is bolted to the floor.” My blood was suddenly rushing to my vulva, so I just watched, mouth agape. He must have took my silence for disinterest or disgust, because he moved to minimize the screen. “Hey, I was watching that!” I said. We watched the woman twitch uncontrollably when her daddy finally said, with his cock pressed into her immobilized face, “You can come when you can’t breathe.”

I leaned over my partner’s lap to reach the keyboard, to pull up the BDSM site I’ve been enjoying without him lately. “I like this one because they show the men’s faces, too,” I said, “and they’re hot.” We watched as a ropy dom with tattoos on his shaved head made his pretty, willing slave cry. By the time the clip was over, I was on my back with my knees spread and my daddy was on his side next to me, telling me exactly what I was allowed to do and what I was not. Touching myself was off limits.

He brushed his thumb against my labia, through my cotton panties. I squirmed and tilted my hips up toward his hand. “Didn’t I tell you to stay still?” he said.The more I struggled to obey him and keep myself still, the more the muscles inside me contracted involuntarily.

"Please touch me. Daddy," I said. He undid his belt. The clinking of the metal elicited a Pavlovian response in me; I turned my body toward him. "What the fuck did I just tell you?" He said. This is when I noticed that he’d been looking me directly in the eyes like he used to. There was no faking this. I held his gaze like my life depended on it. "Lay down on your back. Spread your knees apart." I obeyed quickly and completely. With my panties still on, he pinched my outer labia together, just above my clit, and I squealed with delight. I bit my lip with frustration when he let go. "Hold my cock," he said. When I slid my hand around it, I could feel his pulse.

He slipped his other hand under my head and filled his fist full of hair. I’d always loved his fists; almost the size of my face, they were as rocky and hard as boulders. He grabbed the front of my panties and pulled up so that the elastic at the edges dug in to my flesh, framing my swollen pussy so that my heartbeat throbbed through the fabric. He pinched the two elastic edges together, held them a little off center, just next to my clit, and yanked. “Oh god, Daddy,” I said, “that feels so good.” I pressed my thighs together as tight as I could and tried to grind against the elastic.

"Ah, ah," he said. "I see what you’re doing." He took my panties off, and said, "Knees apart." He swatted my inner thighs gently as I complied, until I was spread as far as he wanted me to be, then he lightly spanked my pussy. My entire body jerked upward, then I arched my back and tilted my hips down in an attempt to rub myself on the bed underneath me. He swatted my clit and jerked my head back. "You must need to come pretty bad if you’re trying to hump the mattress."

"Daddy, please touch me? Just a little?" His cock was so hard it barely gave at all as I squeezed it in my hand. His hips rocked slightly into my fist.

He took both of my fleshy outer labia between his thumb and forefinger again, Just above my clit, and gently squeezed. All the muscles in my body trembled as he pulled on my flesh a little and met my pleading eyes with a look of malicious amusement. He smirked and suddenly removed his touch. “No, Daddy, please!” I whined.

"What?" he teased, "You want me to touch you? Like this?" He rested his wrist on my pubic bone and held his hand mere millimeters over my pussy, but didn’t touch it. His body heat radiated off his hand my hips were drawn upward as if by a magnet. He lightly spanked me back down and and kept his hand there, almost laughing to see my distress. My jaw was actually trembling, as though I was shivering from cold. He placed his other hand gently around my throat and sneered.

"Oh my god, I’m gonna come without anything even touching my pussy," I said.

"No, you’re not," he said. "You’re gonna come when I tell you to." He mercilessly held his hand there over my pussy, not touching it but nonetheless exciting every nerve in my body. the spot where his wrist rested my my pubic bone felt like a clit, and my clit felt like—I don’t know, a god? "Please let me come, Daddy. I need to come so bad it hurts," I begged, every last remnant of composure gone from me. "Please! I can’t stop it."

"No. I’m not ready to let you come yet," he said. He took his hand away and I whimpered in agony. "I’m gonna let you put your mouth on my cock." He rolled onto his back and put both hands firmly on my shoulders and shoved me down. I sneaked a hand down between my legs, but he caught me. He reached down and grabbed my wrist. "Are you allowed to touch yourself?" he said.

"No, Daddy," I admitted, pouting, but thrilled to be controlled so completely.

"I can’t trust you down there," he said. "You’ll probably be trying to hump the bed again as soon as you can get away with it. Maybe you don’t deserve my dick in your mouth."

Squirming, I whimpered, “No! I’ll do anything you tell me to. Please let me suck it.”

"You better be a good girl for Daddy," he said, twisting my wrist a little. He got up on his knees, and I positioned my head in front of his throbbing cock and licked my lips. Sitting pussy-down on the bed and leaning forward, I felt the constant, cool touch of the sheet underneath me. "Get up on your fucking knees," he said, yanking my head up by my hair. His mischievous smile was replaced by seriousness. I complied, leaving a slippery puddle beneath me. "Wider," he said. "Keep your knees apart." He took me by the hair and turned my head to see the mirror behind me. I was swollen, almost purple, and perfectly spread, so that no part of my own body touched another. "Don’t try to close your legs, and don’t you fucking dare try to sit down. I don’t want anything touching that little pussy, do you hear me?"

"Uhn yes, Daddy," I gushed extravagantly, as though he were fucking the living shit out of me. He pushed me down on my elbows and held his smooth cock to my lips. I opened wide and reached for it with my tongue, but he held my hair back so it was just out of reach. He looked in the mirror to make sure I was behaving. The pressure of blood rushing in my pussy was so intense I would have had a hair-trigger response to any stimulation at all. I looked up into his eyes. "I want it so bad, Daddy. Please let me suck on it."

He held my head in place and gently pushed the tip into my mouth. I loved the taste of his squeaky clean, smooth cock. I nursed hungrily on the head and whimpered for more. “Mmm, that’s my good girl,” he said. He grabbed my head with both hands and pushed himself all the way in. He fucked my face slow while he watched the mirror. “I’m gonna come straight down your throat,” he said. I squealed around his dick, needing to come so bad I was almost in tears. He went deeper as he watched me struggle to obey, rocking my hips and humping the air. “I’m gonna let you come, but only if you keep that pussy spread for me. No touching.” My hips and shoulders trembled and I screamed as much as I could with his dick filling my mouth.

"I want you to choke," he said, still watching the mirror. He shoved his cock all the way down, pressing my face into his pubic bone and holding it there. I couldn’t breathe. I started to gag and my eyes bulged out of my head. "Come now,” he said. As I felt his dick spasm and his come start to forcefully pump down my throat, my insides began to quake. My vision went black for a second, and when it returned, he was still pumping come straight into my stomach. Every muscle in my body tensed up and my poor little bare pussy convulsed like it was having a grand mal seizure. My daddy pushed me down onto the bed and watched as I screamed and my whole body spasmed, until I was nothing but a quivering, blissed out mess.

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22nd August 2014

Question reblogged from My Virgin Diaries with 536 notes

Anonymous said: my boyfriend wants to throatfuck me but i'm scared, any tips on how to remain calm?

jem-sie:

just wait for the dick like

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9th May 2014

Post with 34 notes

Mine!

Here’s a memory from when abitofamasochist visited me recently. It’s a great example of how great sex doesn’t necessarily mean orgasms.

She was mine.

Well.. she was already mine, by agreement, but that’s not what I’m talking about.

I’m talking about how she trusted me, letting me introduce her to floggers (and several other things later that week) and ended up liking it more than she had expected.

I’m talking about how even though I spanked her fairly lightly that night, just that light spanking mixed with how close we were feeling and the fact that her ass was already tender from… recent activities… put her into a very submissive space.

I’m talking about how I made her get on her hands and knees and scurry to keep up as I grabbed her hair and walked down the hall into the bedroom, enjoying her gasps.

I’m talking about how vulnerable she was feeling, on top of all that, when she found herself face up, her head over the edge of the bed, while I’m fucking her mouth and abusing her wet pussy with slaps and thuddy toys.

I’m talking about how she was crying, but in a way that I’ve learned means that she’s doing great and she’s where she wants to be, overwhelmed, controlled, and at my mercy, like a tiny ship in a hurricane.

I’m talking about how my cock wasn’t fully hard, which allowed me to do breath play with her, shoving myself tightly against her lips, filling her mouth and letting my balls blanket her nose, sealing her off so completely that when she exhaled it made a rude noise as the air flapped past my scrotum.

I yelled at her gruffly, overacting, thundering, “No making fart noises with my balls, slut!” I watched her stomach as she silently tried to laugh and cry simultaneously and had no air for either, but she didn’t struggle against me. She had completely surrendered. She was mine.

And in that moment, my need to feed upon her submission was sated. The sudden, unexpected humor disintegrated the tension and left only feelings of acceptance and connection. I pulled out and held her head and kissed her as she struggled for air through coughs, sobs, and uncontrollable laughter. I positioned her so that her head was on my pillow and I covered her with blankets. I laid next to her, cuddling, chuckling, kissing fondly. We slept for hours, happy to be next to each other.

She was mine.

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7th May 2014

Photo reblogged from The Dance with 852 notes

Phase 2 will be clamping the tongue between two chopsticks.  Otherwise, intentional or not, it will get in the way when the gagging starts.
If overcoming the gag reflex doesn’t take too long, trainers often introduce a nose clip, for purchase at many high-end swimsuit stores.

Phase 2 will be clamping the tongue between two chopsticks. Otherwise, intentional or not, it will get in the way when the gagging starts.

If overcoming the gag reflex doesn’t take too long, trainers often introduce a nose clip, for purchase at many high-end swimsuit stores.

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Source: welldeservedrestraint

9th March 2014

Chat reblogged from Things I need done to me today. with 4,055 notes

Brief Conversation With a Vanilla Friend (Who's Also Somewhat Slutty, and I Love Her)

  • Brief Conversation With a Vanilla Friend
  • Friend: "So it was the same guy - remember that hot Puerto Rican from, like, two years ago? He was there!"
  • Me: "Shut the front door. You... did... NOT."
  • Friend: "Hell, yes I did! He's hot! But it got kinda weird for a sec..."
  • Me: "Weird how? The nipple rings?"
  • Friend: "Shut up! No... He wanted me to give him head... which, you know, of course...
  • Me: "Of course."
  • Friend: "But he kept pushing my head down..."
  • Me: "Right..."
  • Friend: "No, like hard."
  • Me: "Right..."
  • Friend: "Like... I almost couldn't breathe."
  • Me: "Right..."
  • Friend: "So I told him I couldn't breathe, then he said... he said, 'I wanna hear you gag on my cock'"
  • Me: "Right..."
  • Friend: "..."
  • Me: "..."
  • Friend: "OH, MY GOD. You like that shit don't you?!"

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19th February 2014

Photoset reblogged from Aureatey with 2,908 notes

captainjack42:

 

I like how the predicament is set up here. I especially like how the slut is conditioned to associate being throat fucked with pleasure. Now it just needs to be adjusted to go deeper.

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26th December 2013

Photo reblogged from Sir with 15,932 notes

teasingdenialandruinedorgasms:

This slut has been trained well and spanks her own pussy to save master the work

Ooooohhh… I know someone who’s going to love this gif.

teasingdenialandruinedorgasms:

This slut has been trained well and spanks her own pussy to save master the work

Ooooohhh… I know someone who’s going to love this gif.

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