July 2014 – Page 13

I’ve got this sick little fantasy of being taken to some kind of play party or orgy and just left like this by my partner. Helpless, scared, exposed. And, worst of all, unsure of when they’ll return.

Earlier, they’ve totally arranged with some other people that I haven’t met before to come over once they’ve left me and taunt me. Like, really taunt me. Pinch my nipples, pull my hair, rip off whatever little clothing I’m wearing and grope my nude body, ask me if I think my partner’s going to come back for me. Of course, they’ll already know my limits and respect them while still absolutely terrifying me.

I can’t decide if I like the idea of my partner watching from a distance or my partner having a video of it to watch later. Maybe both?

I really do cling to that whole corruptibility/grew-up-too-fast narrative.

Rope was my earliest kink. Before any of it was sexual, before any of it even remotely made sense. I just wanted to be so lost in it, I’d fade away.

For the people who’ve asked how I like barre:

My review, a month in, is that it can be rather fun.

Just, y’know, not quite this fun.

I’m really into the idea of hanging out tied up like this. Getting tied up, gagged, but then just watching a movie. Essentially, having a vanilla date night in, except I’m nude, bound and gagged while the other person proceeds as if everything is standard.

Of course, they’ll be free to wear clothing and talk at me. In fact, encouraged.I like the sort of condescending one-directional conversation that happens when someone is pretending – but not really – that you can actually respond and nothing’s out of the ordinary.

nankingdecade:

littlepainslut:

This disgusts me so much I want it.

Sometimes I wish I were a smoker just so I could degrade my girls like this.

I never thought I’d be able to see him use the phrase “my girls” and not feel like it looks unnatural. I guess I’m growing up or something.

So, I realize even though I’ve told you some stuff about my adventures with Woody, I really haven’t told you all that much about him and what’s still going on there.

He’s back in my old city. We get along really, really well, even though sometimes his inner straight white boy shows. But, he’s really sweet and funny, and I would be lying if I said he didn’t eat pussy like a champ.

He and I text every so often and go on Skype, and recently we had a talk about sort of what we are and how to proceed with long distance secondaryship, what our needs are, etc. I don’t know. It’s good now and I guess it’ll be good until it isn’t?

Oddly, he’s kind of into a very basic sort of kink, and I’m most interested in him and attracted to him when our clothes on and we’re just talking. Which is not to say that we don’t do really well with our clothes off, as well. But, it’s this strange kind of dynamic where I can talk to him for three hours about mutual interests and it feels like we’ve only been talking for five minutes, and the actual sexual interaction isn’t nearly as stimulating as that sort of stuff is.

doctortease:

The Exam, Part One

She squirmed a little on the crinkly paper of the table. “Daddy,” she said in her smallest voice, “I’m scared.”

“Nothing to be nervous about, sweetheart,” Daddy said, stroking her hair and adjusting her headband. “I’ll be right here the whole time. And we’re only here to do what’s best for you.”

“That’s right,” said the doctor, closing the door behind him and flipping through her chart. “I’m sure this is all going to be quite routine, young miss. We’ll get you taken care of in no time, and then your daddy can take you out for a treat. Won’t that be nice?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

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So doctortease is an amazing writer but also like a total meanie.

So, I don’t know. If you wanna go support a meanie, go read this story because maybe I touched myself to it and then noticed the tag at the bottom and was like “you fucker” whatever maybe not who cares.

nankingdecade:

I don’t know what you’re talking about, dear. The door was locked. No one came in here last night.

Remember the last time you imagined you were being raped in your sleep? It must be your needy little cunt and your silly head acting up again.

You’re not even trying to get better, are you? You’ll have to spend another night in the straitjacket. You can have your masturbation privileges back when you show us you really want to improve.

So maybe we’ve totally actually played this out before.

(Note: The scenario was played in a totally consensual context involving safewords and aftercare.)

A very special little Topless Tuesday with a very special little story.

When I showed up at the munch last night, I was overwhelmingly nervous. I was worried because the only person I knew was the guy from that super awkward situation and I’m just generally petrified of entering new situations like that. I’d planned to show up like twenty minutes late so I wouldn’t be too early and staring at my feet, but when I showed up, people were already deep in conversations.

Still, I managed to get into some good talks and meet some cool people. I was getting very comfortable when suddenly a man I was speaking to earlier brought over this super cute girl with curly blond hair and big, gorgeous eyes and introduced her to the group I was talking to.

Somehow, photography came up and she pulled up a picture of herself in the middle of a scene on her phone and showed it to me. It was enviably brave.

We got on the subject of tumblr and realized we both were operating kinky blogs. Nervously, she showed me the name of her blog. I recognized it as a blog Sir showed me stuff from rather often. So, there I was, talking to worthlessrapemeat, in the flesh. Someone who talked to my boyfriend and who followed up my introduction with, “oh, yeah, you post a lot of pictures of your butt.”

Her tumblr name’s worthlessrapemeat, but don’t let that fool you. She’s super interesting and adorable and intelligent and articulate. We hit it off and soon found ourselves flirting and holding hands under the table and giggling.

Oh, yeah, and making out in her car.

Which is where she took this photograph, which to me serves as a testament to a night where I was super brave and that courage totally paid off.

So, here’s to many more where that came from and new friends.

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Month: July 2014