kittylexxi:

doctortease:

kittylexxi:

doctortease:

kittylexxi:

doctortease:

kittylexxi:

femsubdenial:

kittylexxi:

littlelisaten:

she’ll never even know who is looking at her and stroking her, unless she can identify the occasional giggle or laugh or whiff of cologne or perfume.  she may know whose cum is dripping down her face and neck but she’ll never know who sees her as a cum covered and obedient slut.

Wish I could think coherently, all I can seem to do is tremble excitedly.  The idea, the situation, everything about it …

Mmm… you’d know me. I’d be the one gripping your hair with one hand, and reaching down with the other, using my first and ring finger to spread your lips and pull up, exposing your clit so I could lightly tickle it with the fingernail of my middle finger, whispering about how messy you look, how wet you are, how I’d shove my fingers into your cunt except that it’s more fun to tease you, letting your g-spot ache, untouched.

Breath catching, body trembling as the fingers pull at her, teasing. Panting faster as she hears the whispers, feels the fingernail tickling.  Whimpering softly as she shakes in pleasure at the touch, at the humiliation, in the need to feel the fingers in her, touching her aches.  Her needs.

A sudden jerk on the rope attached to her cuffs, wrenching her shoulders and making her gasp and lean forward. There’s more than one chuckle in the room at that, and a woman’s voice murmurs something about getting that mouth down where it can be useful again. The fingers on her bare, smooth sex vanish as she’s slowly winched up into a strappado—and then, when she’s bent over far enough that her pussy pouts between her legs, they return. Or is it the same hand at all? This one likes to circle her clit and slide one thumb just inside her, teasing her slippery entrance but still not giving her the penetration she wants. Someone’s lacing fingers into her hair and tilting her head up, pushing her mouth down to be used properly, and the sounds coming out of her are nothing like a civilized language.

Gasping and trembling in pleasure and need, whimpering softly as her clit is circled but not touched, as she is teased but only barely penetrated, as she is lined up for perfect use, mouth down, opening hungrily, pussy on display to be taken, used, teased.  Body pulsing in need, squealing in pleasure and as she is left dangling without anything entering her mouth, gasping and wiggles, tries to express her need coherently and fails.

The squeal muffled, then, as her face is lowered to nestle in the warm velvet of a wet pussy. Does it belong to another slave or a Mistress? Does it really matter? The slippery tang of arousal fills her mouth and nose, even as the thumb in her cunt pushes deeper, sliding up against her g-spot with a firm pressure but frustrating slowness. A wooden switch begins tracing up her flank to her left breast, a tacit threat. Someone chuckles, “what are you waiting for?”

Tongue slides along the wet pussy, tracing, exploring, nose inhaling the scent, trying to determine if belongs to someone known.  Moaning loudly as the thumb pushes deeper, squeals and shakes as it slides against her g-spot. Tongue eagerly wiggling in the pussy in her face, curls around clit, sucking on it. Trembles as she feels something hard pressing against her breast. Tongue speeds up, while body wiggles against the hand, thumb, pressing against her.

Two fingers on her clit, finally, finally giving her the pressure she wants as she buries her cum-splattered face in that warm pussy. A few heartbeats of pure pleasure, a reward for her obedient tongue, and then—the sound hits her ears before the pain registers, a sharp snap and the glowing sting where the switch met her nipple. “That’s right,” chuckles the male voice behind her, “don’t get too close,” and she realizes that this is the plan: tease her, edge her, and use the stiff little whip to draw her back from it every time.

Wiggling and pressing her face into the pussy.  Tongue darting, licking.  Moaning in pleasure as she feels the two fingers pressing against her clit. Trembling, licking, edging closer and closer, licking; squeals and whimpers, body shaking as the pain sharply and quickly flows through her body. Whimpers, tears sliding. Pushes forward again, tongue searching for that pussy, returns to licking. 

The fingers tease her, toy with her, drive her–then crack, the switch leaving a line of pain on her flank this time, like a whipped horse. The pain hasn’t yet faded when he begins again, manipulating her clit with laughable ease. The woman beneath her is grabbing her hair, pulling her down harder, hips rolling up to grind on her tongue and then let out a strangled gasp; she feels that pussy pulsing against her lips, a cruel reminder of the release she is not permitted. When she’s wrung out every last drop of pleasure, the woman giggles and pulls her up for a deep kiss. “I think this toy deserves to be filled now,” she murmurs upon breaking it, “but whatever with?”

kittylexxi:

doctortease:

kittylexxi:

doctortease:

kittylexxi:

femsubdenial:

kittylexxi:

littlelisaten:

she’ll never even know who is looking at her and stroking her, unless she can identify the occasional giggle or laugh or whiff of cologne or perfume.  she may know whose cum is dripping down her face and neck but she’ll never know who sees her as a cum covered and obedient slut.

Wish I could think coherently, all I can seem to do is tremble excitedly.  The idea, the situation, everything about it …

Mmm… you’d know me. I’d be the one gripping your hair with one hand, and reaching down with the other, using my first and ring finger to spread your lips and pull up, exposing your clit so I could lightly tickle it with the fingernail of my middle finger, whispering about how messy you look, how wet you are, how I’d shove my fingers into your cunt except that it’s more fun to tease you, letting your g-spot ache, untouched.

Breath catching, body trembling as the fingers pull at her, teasing. Panting faster as she hears the whispers, feels the fingernail tickling.  Whimpering softly as she shakes in pleasure at the touch, at the humiliation, in the need to feel the fingers in her, touching her aches.  Her needs.

A sudden jerk on the rope attached to her cuffs, wrenching her shoulders and making her gasp and lean forward. There’s more than one chuckle in the room at that, and a woman’s voice murmurs something about getting that mouth down where it can be useful again. The fingers on her bare, smooth sex vanish as she’s slowly winched up into a strappado—and then, when she’s bent over far enough that her pussy pouts between her legs, they return. Or is it the same hand at all? This one likes to circle her clit and slide one thumb just inside her, teasing her slippery entrance but still not giving her the penetration she wants. Someone’s lacing fingers into her hair and tilting her head up, pushing her mouth down to be used properly, and the sounds coming out of her are nothing like a civilized language.

Gasping and trembling in pleasure and need, whimpering softly as her clit is circled but not touched, as she is teased but only barely penetrated, as she is lined up for perfect use, mouth down, opening hungrily, pussy on display to be taken, used, teased.  Body pulsing in need, squealing in pleasure and as she is left dangling without anything entering her mouth, gasping and wiggles, tries to express her need coherently and fails.

The squeal muffled, then, as her face is lowered to nestle in the warm velvet of a wet pussy. Does it belong to another slave or a Mistress? Does it really matter? The slippery tang of arousal fills her mouth and nose, even as the thumb in her cunt pushes deeper, sliding up against her g-spot with a firm pressure but frustrating slowness. A wooden switch begins tracing up her flank to her left breast, a tacit threat. Someone chuckles, “what are you waiting for?”

Tongue slides along the wet pussy, tracing, exploring, nose inhaling the scent, trying to determine if belongs to someone known.  Moaning loudly as the thumb pushes deeper, squeals and shakes as it slides against her g-spot. Tongue eagerly wiggling in the pussy in her face, curls around clit, sucking on it. Trembles as she feels something hard pressing against her breast. Tongue speeds up, while body wiggles against the hand, thumb, pressing against her.

Two fingers on her clit, finally, finally giving her the pressure she wants as she buries her cum-splattered face in that warm pussy. A few heartbeats of pure pleasure, a reward for her obedient tongue, and then—the sound hits her ears before the pain registers, a sharp snap and the glowing sting where the switch met her nipple. “That’s right,” chuckles the male voice behind her, “don’t get too close,” and she realizes that this is the plan: tease her, edge her, and use the stiff little whip to draw her back from it every time.

kittylexxi:

doctortease:

kittylexxi:

femsubdenial:

kittylexxi:

littlelisaten:

she’ll never even know who is looking at her and stroking her, unless she can identify the occasional giggle or laugh or whiff of cologne or perfume.  she may know whose cum is dripping down her face and neck but she’ll never know who sees her as a cum covered and obedient slut.

Wish I could think coherently, all I can seem to do is tremble excitedly.  The idea, the situation, everything about it …

Mmm… you’d know me. I’d be the one gripping your hair with one hand, and reaching down with the other, using my first and ring finger to spread your lips and pull up, exposing your clit so I could lightly tickle it with the fingernail of my middle finger, whispering about how messy you look, how wet you are, how I’d shove my fingers into your cunt except that it’s more fun to tease you, letting your g-spot ache, untouched.

Breath catching, body trembling as the fingers pull at her, teasing. Panting faster as she hears the whispers, feels the fingernail tickling.  Whimpering softly as she shakes in pleasure at the touch, at the humiliation, in the need to feel the fingers in her, touching her aches.  Her needs.

A sudden jerk on the rope attached to her cuffs, wrenching her shoulders and making her gasp and lean forward. There’s more than one chuckle in the room at that, and a woman’s voice murmurs something about getting that mouth down where it can be useful again. The fingers on her bare, smooth sex vanish as she’s slowly winched up into a strappado—and then, when she’s bent over far enough that her pussy pouts between her legs, they return. Or is it the same hand at all? This one likes to circle her clit and slide one thumb just inside her, teasing her slippery entrance but still not giving her the penetration she wants. Someone’s lacing fingers into her hair and tilting her head up, pushing her mouth down to be used properly, and the sounds coming out of her are nothing like a civilized language.

Gasping and trembling in pleasure and need, whimpering softly as her clit is circled but not touched, as she is teased but only barely penetrated, as she is lined up for perfect use, mouth down, opening hungrily, pussy on display to be taken, used, teased.  Body pulsing in need, squealing in pleasure and as she is left dangling without anything entering her mouth, gasping and wiggles, tries to express her need coherently and fails.

The squeal muffled, then, as her face is lowered to nestle in the warm velvet of a wet pussy. Does it belong to another slave or a Mistress? Does it really matter? The slippery tang of arousal fills her mouth and nose, even as the thumb in her cunt pushes deeper, sliding up against her g-spot with a firm pressure but frustrating slowness. A wooden switch begins tracing up her flank to her left breast, a tacit threat. Someone chuckles, “what are you waiting for?”

kittylexxi:

femsubdenial:

kittylexxi:

littlelisaten:

she’ll never even know who is looking at her and stroking her, unless she can identify the occasional giggle or laugh or whiff of cologne or perfume.  she may know whose cum is dripping down her face and neck but she’ll never know who sees her as a cum covered and obedient slut.

Wish I could think coherently, all I can seem to do is tremble excitedly.  The idea, the situation, everything about it …

Mmm… you’d know me. I’d be the one gripping your hair with one hand, and reaching down with the other, using my first and ring finger to spread your lips and pull up, exposing your clit so I could lightly tickle it with the fingernail of my middle finger, whispering about how messy you look, how wet you are, how I’d shove my fingers into your cunt except that it’s more fun to tease you, letting your g-spot ache, untouched.

Breath catching, body trembling as the fingers pull at her, teasing. Panting faster as she hears the whispers, feels the fingernail tickling.  Whimpering softly as she shakes in pleasure at the touch, at the humiliation, in the need to feel the fingers in her, touching her aches.  Her needs.

A sudden jerk on the rope attached to her cuffs, wrenching her shoulders and making her gasp and lean forward. There’s more than one chuckle in the room at that, and a woman’s voice murmurs something about getting that mouth down where it can be useful again. The fingers on her bare, smooth sex vanish as she’s slowly winched up into a strappado–and then, when she’s bent over far enough that her pussy pouts between her legs, they return. Or is it the same hand at all? This one likes to circle her clit and slide one thumb just inside her, teasing her slippery entrance but still not giving her the penetration she wants. Someone’s lacing fingers into her hair and tilting her head up, pushing her mouth down to be used properly, and the sounds coming out of her are nothing like a civilized language.

dontcallitromance:

i read frequently on submissive blogs that they fantasize about being abducted.  but how do you approach making that a reality?  how do you put yourself in that situation, without feeling that the play is contrived, but also without putting yourself in danger?  it’s possible, as the linked posts below attest to.  there were many important factors that made it work.  the two most important were of course the Dominant and the submissive.  first and foremost, there was immutable trust in these two.  why?  because they had previously talked about what they wanted, discussed limits, and had safewords in place, as i discovered from interviewing a party involved.  he knew the scenario she wanted, but gave no indication of what was to come.  the Dom preplanned and prepared.  he used stealth and misdirection.  and during the scene, he was attentive, observant, and in control of the play, and of equal importance, of himself.  the sub quickly realized what was happening, and the key here was that she realized she was in good hands, but she didn’t let that knowledge ruin the experience.  she quickly knew that within the little world that he created for her, she was allowed to experience the excitement of fear.  this will not work for everyone, because not everyone can do the things these two did.  he…observant, patient, thoughtful.  she…trusting, accepting, and willing to let go and live in that moment.  enjoy.

part 1:  http://thinkivykink.tumblr.com/post/23744023438

part 2:  http://thinkivykink.tumblr.com/post/23746426322

part 3:  http://thinkivykink.tumblr.com/post/23824509975

part 4:  http://thinkivykink.tumblr.com/post/23985268337

part 5:  http://thinkivykink.tumblr.com/post/23986082332

part 6:  http://thinkivykink.tumblr.com/post/24006045543

part 7:  http://thinkivykink.tumblr.com/post/24011744564

part 8:  http://thinkivykink.tumblr.com/post/24066231345

part 9:  http://thinkivykink.tumblr.com/post/24066685756

part 10:  http://thinkivykink.tumblr.com/post/24068562306

Holy Christ.

completelysexual:

Please?

The point isn’t to give her pleasure, not exactly. The point is to make her come. Her body is bound like a package for efficiency and to keep her exposed. “Helpless” doesn’t begin to describe it. “Helpless” implies the possibility of help.

Each time the timer clicks over he walks into the cell with the tool and gets to work. She writhed at first, squirmed, resisted, but these particular bindings provide plenty of handles and leave her nowhere to go. Each time he hauls her back to the center of the bed, switches on the vibrator, and gets to work.

She’s lost count, now, lost track of why they’re doing this or whether there was any point in resistance. The timer clicks and he walks in and uses the tool on her aching hot wet place and she comes. Not just once, either. She comes and comes until her pussy cramps, until she’s wrung out and sobbing for breath, until every nerve is throbbing and raw and her brain is too thick to think.

Eventually he turns the tool off and cranks the timer back up. She sags in her bonds, eyes unfocused, panting. He walks out, and she waits for fifteen minutes to tick by again.

completelysexual:

Ugh. Can I?

What you can’t see from this angle, of course, is that her gag is fitted with a ring in the front. Those other two toys? They’re part of the rotation: each one in turn gets stuffed first into her cunt, then (after what seems like a very long time) pulled out and shoved in her mouth, and finally into her ass before being run through the wash and having its batteries replaced. She’s been tied up this way for hours, in an impossibly arched position, and the cycle of use keeps her so wet that she can feel it running down her belly to drip from her breasts.

And every time she hears the footsteps behind her, she arches up again, offering her aching holes, hoping just maybe that she’ll get something better than a toy…

Taken from one of my favorite Kink shoots ever: Madison Scott and Matt Williams. 

Man, I know that cattle prod. Anybody know which Kink shoot this is? She’s adorable.

samsdirtysecret:

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.

kinkyminx:

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.

mondaysiesta:

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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.

kindlevixen:

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?

cumdoll:

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.

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…