This doesn’t involve chairs in the way that I use them, but I like the self-teasing involved here.
You were thinking more something like this?
Taken from one of my favorite Kink shoots ever: Madison Scott and Matt Williams.
I wonder two things:
– how did she end up like that?
– what’s next?
Brienne crossed and recrossed her legs, trying not to let her nerves show. She still had a chance of getting out of this with her pride intact–it wasn’t like she was wearing any less than a bathing suit, really. She wouldn’t usually have a makeshift collar around her throat while lounging beside the pool, but that was just for decoration.
Of course it was.
He wasn’t a perfect card shark, she was certain, despite the fact that somehow most all the chips had ended up on his side of the table. She’d definitely held her own at the beginning, which was why he was bare-chested where he sat across from her, utterly at ease. She crossed her legs again. Dammit, was that her tell?
He dealt her card, his card, hers, his. He had an eight showing; she had a king. She peeked at the other and her heart skipped a beat: a ten. She had this one in the bag! She smiled a bit and sat back, tugging her skirt down a little. “Stay,” she said.
“Are you sure about that, Brienne?” he said.
“Come on,” she laughed, “I want to see how you win this one.”
“Easy,” he said. “You hit.”
“Why on earth would I do that?”
“Because,” he said, standing and walking to the side of the table to lean on it, “you’re wearing something of mine.”
She could feel the pulse in her throat where it met the tight strip of silk. “Mr. Jacobs–”
“Call me Sir, Brienne,” he said quietly.
His hand found the thin blade of the tie where it dangled down her back, and tugged it slightly. Brienne whole body responded to that; heat grew in her cheeks, her chest, between her legs. She bit her lip.
He held up the deck and slid the top card up a bit. “Now. What were you going to do this hand, girl?”
“Hit, Sir,” she whispered, her legs trembling against each other, hoping he’d make her lose the skirt next.
hey I had a bright idea.
since I can make myself orgasm
and I already have this oral fixation
why I don’t I just link the two
Do go on.
Well, I like orgasms (as evidenced by the existence of this collection), but they happen only during masturbation. I like sucking cock, but this, hitherto, has been done only when with a partner.
So now, whenever I am about to come during masturbation, I suck a dildo (and make it so that I orgasm /only/ when I have something in my mouth). The hope is to eventually come whenever I suck anything phallic — i.e. with a partner. Realistically, this will take many repetitions, which, surprisingly, isn’t all that daunting…
The only downside is that I can’t moan quite as loudly when reading anymore. I like moaning. It has a strong feed-forward effect.
There’s a fun story to be written just based on what you’ve explained there, I think. (I completely agree about moaning–it’s a contagious effect, at that.)
hey I had a bright idea.
since I can make myself orgasm
and I already have this oral fixation
why I don’t I just link the two
Do go on.
Man, I know that cattle prod. Anybody know which Kink shoot this is? She’s adorable.
I pick the one on the right, please.
Hooooly shit. Is it admitting too much to say that the character of Caitlin Fairchild is probably responsible for half the ways I’m kinked? If you have any idea what the source of the right half of this pic is, I’d love to hear it.
He would be late for work again, but how could he resists his naughty little whore when she dressed up for him? He came up behind her as she bent over the window seat.. pretending to struggle with the window latch. You enjoy making me late far too often, baby. You know there will be consequences for this later right? But first, you are going to cum for me.
Breath coming faster, she held up her skirt as his hands yanked apart the laces down her back. Soon he had one hand down her panties, the other on her breast, fingers firm and strong against her; the lace rasped her nipple, and she let out a little moan of need.
He was skillful, but not patient. She bucked herself back against him to feel his erection, rigid and hard as stone, but he wasn’t about to give her what she wanted. "Now, now,“ he murmured, dipping one finger after another between her wet lips and running them up over her clit, a ceaseless slippery cascade. "It wouldn’t do for me to get caught fucking the help, would it?”
She mewled and bucked harder, unable to think well enough to assemble a witty retort. When she came–too soon, so unfairly soon–it was with a series of embarrassingly high-pitched moans, her knees collapsing so that only his grasp on her throbbing pussy kept her upright.
He let her sink down to the floor when it was over, and she looked up at him accusingly, flushed and rumpled. "That’s not going to get me through the day,“ she pouted.
He grinned. "Oh no? Perhaps I should give you something to occupy your mind during your chores today, then.”
Her eyes went wide. She bit her tongue.
You actually can clean the house while ball-gagged, shackled and stuffed with ben-wa balls, she learned, but it takes a lot longer than you’d like.
She was expected to be a good girl without her cuffs …. sit very still, hands at her side, legs apart. He trailed his gloved hands over her skin. A caress here, a slap there, a pinch here. She gasped, sighed, moaned, waiting for his next move. She was not a patient girl and he reveled in it.
Eventually he stood back, looking her over, the feel of his eyes on her skin an even more maddening pressure than his fingers. She gripped the sides of the chair tightly and swallowed; her nipples were drawing stiff under his gaze, her lower belly hot and tingling.
He knelt next to her, and her heart went triple-time, but he was only opening the bottom drawer of the desk. Out came one of the vibrators, the long thick purple one with a veiny silicon sheath. She edged her legs wider without even meaning to, but he stood and gave her nipple a twist to correct that behavior.
She let out a little squeak at the sensation, and he caught her chin, brushing her lip with his thumb to open her mouth wider. Then he pushed in the head of the dildo gently between her teeth, and deeper, until it nearly touched the back of her throat.
“Think you can keep that wet for me, girl?” he murmured in her ear. “Yes, yes, I think so. And I’m sure I can trust you to keep your hands to yourself a moment longer. Be back soon.” The door clicked heavily behind him as he left.
Fuck. She dug her fingers into the velour. Sometimes his “moments” could last for hours, and she was still tingling and frustrated from his touch. She couldn’t think about how easy it would be to pull the vibe out of her mouth and give herself a little relief; couldn’t even think how quickly she could put it back in, and suck it clean, and almost definitely not get caught…
Could she?
I’m not usually into peachy/pink things, but something about this gag makes me want it.
You sure it’s the gag?
Best part about this? Nope, not the crucifixion, nor the bamboo, nor that tight little pussy harness. You’ll have to hit the high-res link to see it, but there’s a tiny drop of water in midsplash just above her pubis. How fucking hot is that? It’s not just shibari, it’s water torture.
No wonder her nipples are so hard. There are a few other little wet spots on her belly and a couple drops underneath her, but clearly this is just the beginning of a full session. She’s already flushed and panicking, knowing that he’s going to take his sweet time, making her jump and squirm with each icy drop–never knowing where the next one’s going to land.
Maybe if she begs hard enough (notice she’s blindfolded but not gagged) she’ll get the vibrator pressed hard against her aching pussy lips–or maybe he’ll just suspend a few ice cubes on twine above her and leave her for an hour or two. Maybe she’ll even get fucked, just maybe, if she promises to be a very good girl this time.
But I wouldn’t count on it.
http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x6o27m?additionalInfos=0
I love this! Made me hard!
I want to do this with some other girls. This is so hot.
This has been my favorite video for a long time. I wish i could always keep this on my front page 🙂
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A lovely video–I do like Beautiful Agony. But what gets to me about this one is the girl in the bottom right… she’s not even trying! She pretends to be moving her hand a bit at the beginning, but then stops and spends the rest of the clip just glancing at the other girls and occasionally nuzzling them.
Eventually, I dug up the rest of this series (“Pentagony”) and found another clip where she does get in on the action. Delicious. Ms. Lower Right (I think her Beautiful Agony ID is 753) has a nice, vocal, giggly orgasm at around 2:45.
(It’s not letting me embed, so here’s the link: http://www.xvideos.com/video190672/pentagony)
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“Are you nervous, Bethany?”
She nodded, trying not to tremble. Her knees were weak; she kept telling herself it was from fear. She locked her legs and kept her body straight, feeling his eyes on her as she stood with her back to him in the dimly lit office.
“That’s understandable. You’ve probably grown used to your condition–attached, even. It can be scary to think of having it taken away.”
“Condition?” she managed, throat tight.
“You’re misguided, Bethany. You believe your sexuality is something you have to guide, master, control.” She heard the leather of the couch creak as he stood. “For most people that is possible. For you…” His hand brushed her lower back, and she stiffened. “Absurd.”
“Doctor,” she started, but he cut her off.
“That’s right. I’m the doctor, and I’m going to help you, Bethany. This treatment is going to teach you to surrender control of your sex to someone who can handle it.” His fingertips ran lightly down, between her cheeks, then lower to spread the undeniably dripping lips of her bare pussy. “Isn’t that what you want?”
All Bethany could do in response was whimper.
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“The doctor will be right with you,” smiled the girl at the desk.
Bethany tried not to tremble, not least to avoid hearing her chains rattle against the legs of the chair. Her boyfriend had recommended the clinic, but he hadn’t prepared her to be stripped to her stockings, gagged and bound in a dim waiting room with six equally nervous-looking young women. Judging by the sounds coming from back in the office, this “doctor” was either torturing women or subjecting them to screaming orgasms.
Or, said a sneaky corner of her mind, both.
Two more girls were unchained and pulled reluctantly down the corridor, stumbling in their ankle chains and stilettos; under their squeals, Bethany swore she could make out a whine like an electric mixer set to high. Across from her on the office wall was a mock-Victorian poster, detailing causes and remedies of “female hysteria.” Studying it, trying to distract herself, Bethany could feel her own wetness seeping down the fake leather seat.
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I want to read what’s on that card.
“Annette,” Bisexual Female, 21
Hair: Brunette
Eyes: Brown
Experience: vaginal and oral penetration, cunnilingus, some anal play
History: Annette is a shy young bitch who came to our shelter after getting into the wrong car one tipsy night at college. While she has some history of sluttiness, she is having trouble adjusting to life as a pet, and will benefit greatly from a firm hand. She may also need socialization before being brought into a new home. If you own other pets, feel free to bring them in to play with Annette and get acquainted.
Training: We recommend twice-daily walks on a choke chain, disciplinary floggings, predicament bondage and multiple penetration. Vibrator therapy should prove useful as well, but orgasmic rewards should be doled out only sparingly to keep her eager to please. If she gets overly excited at inappropriate times, a quick pussy spanking and a time-out in her crate should calm her down.
The adoption fee includes full waxing, a microchip ID implant, vaccination and a new collar. Remember, follow-up visits will be conducted at one month and six months to ensure that Annette is healthy and satisfactory.
We feel Annette has great potential, and will make some owner very happy! See Laura at the front desk if you are interested in her!
Honestly, my favorite part about this image is the promise inherent in its name (“ice-cold-water-trainer-8.jpg”) and that hose, barely visible in the background…
I did a double-take when I saw this on my dashboard, because at this angle the girl looks a LOT like comedienne Aubrey Plaza–whom I would fuck senseless given the slightest opportunity. Then I tracked down the source (clickthrough) and it turns out they look nothing alike from other angles.
Still, I will treasure this little GIF. Keep fucking, Aubrey Plaza not-really-lookalike. Keep fucking, right here, forever.
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She’s been ordered to the bed, to bend over and take her panties down, and wait for him. She waits, breathing hard, wondering if he’s coming in to spank her or to fuck her. She tries so hard not to touch, as both thoughts turn her on.
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