I’m heading to bed with a serious case of porno brain.
And a desire to have all sorts of horrible things happen to me.
ballgag
I’m hanging out with the lovely worthlessrapemeat tonight and getting dinner at a place we both love.
She kind of looks like the pretty meanie in this gif.
Except she’s prettier.
And meaner.
I like the idea of her having spent so much time getting all nice and pretty, and then the cuffs and chains are so, so dirty.
“None of us knows what might happen even the next minute, yet still we go forward. Because we trust.” – Paolo Coelho, Brida.
Today, I’m posting images and fantasies and stories that make me blush so much that I can barely admit I like them.
Starting with one of the blushiest outfits I can imagine having to wear to a play party ever.
I love the contrast between the dehumanization that the hood offers and the tenderness of the way he’s speaking to her and petting her.
Remember when Bobbi Starr was a good little subby girl when she started doing kink.com shoots?
Heh. I bet she barely even does anymore, either.
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 love dirty feet.
They’ve almost always got a story behind them.
Photo by Corwin Prescott
“Just put her down there for now. We’ll put her away later.”