Kinktober, Day 10: Edgeplay
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Month: October 2016
In case anyone was curious what brought on my first orgasm of today.
(And 2nd. And 3rd.)
Be prepared.
Parkas. I see parkas everywhere.
Oh wow.
holy fucking mother of god
(Source: http://littlemissceleste.tumblr.com/)
“Look sweetie” I say, and smile when she twitches “I can do all kind of things to your cunt. I can hurt it…” Again I give her pussy a little slap. Her face looks so adorable when I do this. “… or I can do this…” She moans and opens her mouth a bit, as I start to stowly rub her clit. “So, what do you enjoy more?”
“The rubbing Sir, please make me feel good, please give me more”
I spank her pussy again. “Nope, try again. Remember, your job is to serve me.”
She looks at me with her big eyes “Whatever you enjoy more Sir?” she asks.
“And why is that?”
“Because my cunt belongs to you Sir” she answers and bites her lip while she looks down to her throbbing pussy.
“Yes sweetie, you’re right. It’s all mine, and I won’t give it back.”
“Can I cum only a little bit, please, Sir? It’s been so long…”
I start to rub her clit hard through her panties “No cutie, I enjoy your desperation too much to let you cum”
She closes her eyes and moans. Soon enough desperate begging will pour out of her mouth. But I won’t give her what she wants. She’s mine.
It sucks when people find out I’m a sub and suddenly think I’m a slut and asking for it from everyone..
StandardIt does suck, because they are fundamentally misunderstanding what a submissive is. They think a submissive is someone who is so desperate for cock that they will bow down and worship anything with a “Y” chromosome.
The truth that they will never understand is this: most submissives are selective as hell. See, they look for strength. Not just average strength, but the kind of strength that is so above and beyond most people that they, the submissive, can put their lives in the hands of that strength and feel confident. The kind of strength that is capable of being responsible for not only their own life, but the life of their submissive as well.
I love hearing belovedsangi’s stories of people who tried to dom her in the years that we were apart. She just laughed in their faces when they tried to take control. She giggled when they tried to give her a Dom stare. Sangi is stronger than anyone else I have ever met, without exception. The idea that she is some weak-willed cock-starving bimbo simply because she is submissive is laughable.
That’s just it. Submissives are crazy strong. The amount of strength and willpower required to fully trust your well-being to someone else is more than most people can fathom. So of course, someone with that kind of strength is going to be selective.
And submissives, especially those of you who are new to this world, I’ll tell you this: if someone expects you to be a slut for everyone, they aren’t a Dom. They are just an asshat. If someone expects you to bow down to them when you first meet them because they said so, they are no more a dominant than I am a fairy princess. Don’t ever waste a second worrying about the opinions of these people. You will know and real Dom when you meet them, because they won’t have to tell you that they are a dominant.
“When can I move?”
“When?” He sounded surprised; she didn’t buy it for a second. “Whenever you want, go ahead.”
“That’s not helpful.” Her thighs were already trembling with the effort of holding her current position, but shifting an inch in any direction—forwards or backwards, left or right—either had the hook tugging at her ass or the rope at her hair. Sometimes, it was both.
“Poor baby,” he said.
She’d never heard him sound so patronising before, but just as she was about to whine at him, his hand cracked down onto her ass. Her breath caught as she jumped and the hook pulled. “Sir…” she said. It was all she could say; she knew begging wouldn’t work. He’d just stick his fingers into her pussy and say, This isn’t complaining.
She could hear his smile when he said, “Try not to tense up.”
She managed, barely, when he smacked her again. “Am I allowed to know when you’ll untie me?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he said. He landed two slaps on the backs of her thighs. “When I get bored.”
A second later, she heard the buzzing of a Hitachi. She tried to drop her head forward; her hair pulled.
She knew it would be a long time until he got bored.