I want to believe in the beauty of my strangeness.
Photo by: Sarah White
blindfold
See those two quick little breaths she sucks in right as he’s pulling her top down?
Yeah.
Those just about make this whole thing.
If you really want out, just find the door and you can leave.
Seriously. Just go over to the door, it’s not even locked.
No hassle at all.
I’ll give you a few minutes to decide.
And if I find you’re still here, I’ll assume you’ve decided to stay.
So, last night I wore a ballgag for the first time.
Craftsmate had just made me a blindfold and I was over at his place messing around with the floggers. I tried flogging him while blindfolded and then he flogged me back, not blindfolded, with significantly more success.
He made this ballgag and I was super impressed with it, so I asked him to make me one. He warned me that it makes you drool uncontrollably after four and a half minutes and I told him I could totally outlast that.
And I did. Although I did eventually wind up drooling just about everywhere while I was sitting on his floor ballgagged and blindfolded and awkwardly trying to communicate with him. Because talking ballgagged is hard, tumblr. So it was a lot of hand motions and laughing and drooling.
Though she wanted to be shared, she was frightened at the prospect of someone new having control.
And so, when the time came that she was to be given to someone else, he sat with her. He played with her hair, he stroked her cheek, he whispered encouragements. He grounded her when everything else seemed so foreign and terrifying.
Even though she could not see him, she felt safe, if not a little bashful for how much she was enjoying herself. And when it was done he held her and they both, in their own ways, were proud.
The real reason she’s tied down that way is because otherwise she would just give in and float away.
I like that there’s some ambiguity here as to who is actually in control.
Sometimes, screen captures from pornography are incredibly misleading.
There’s almost a reverence in his face here, an appreciation that what he is taking doesn’t actually belong to him, that it wasn’t completely his to take, that her consent – under whatever the circumstances may be – gave him what normal circumstances would not.
Of course, a freaking porn screen capture makes me wax dramatic.
I looked up the trailer: it wasn’t a complete disappointment, but I was pretty far off the mark.
Trapped, Part 5
It felt like an hour had passed by the time I heard the door opening. I strained to look over my shoulder through the darkness as Switch crossed the room. I heard him suck something through a straw, set a cup down on the table, followed by a bag. I groaned and pulled back on the belts once more. There was no give.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured when I realized he wasn’t about to acknowledge me. “I’m very sorry.”
Switch walked back over to the bed, “I bet you are.” He reached down between my legs. I shivered at his touch. “You’re wet, you shameless little whore. Here you are asking me to let you go, you’re enjoying this.”
I blushed and turned my head away from him. He moved his fingers up to my mouth. “Let’s try this again. Lick it off.” My face was flushed as I licked my wetness from his fingers. “You taste that?” he asked as I did, “that’s the taste of a kidnapped slut who’s enjoying herself.”
Switch reached over to the bedside table and looped a blindfold over my eyes. He knotted it tightly and adjusted it, ensuring that I could not see despite the darkness. A few moments later, I felt the fabric of my panties being forced into my mouth. I resisted a bit, but he managed to push them in.
“Now, I’m sure you won’t mind if I have a bite to eat before I get back to you,” he grabbed my face, shaking my head slightly, “be a good girl and maybe I’ll let you go soon."
Meet Switch, Part Two
Switch’s natural submissiveness seemed to complement his dominating me very well. He knew what worked. He knew how to tease and how to make me beg and how far to take it. And it really seemed to shine through when one of the first things he really wanted to do was eat my pussy.
And yet there was still a sense of control even in the generosity of the act. He yanked my skirt off and then my panties with an eager roughness. He teased around it for a while, licking and biting my thighs, kissing over the lips. I shook against his face, I whimpered softly when he breathed across my lips, I whined whenever he would get close to my cunt, only to move back away again. The blindfold only heightened the sensations as I begged for him to lick my pussy.
It had started pouring when we left for the night and now the only sounds in the room were my moaning and the rain. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally leaned in and let one long, slow lick trail over my slit. My body lurched against him a bit and I let out a sigh of relief. He could barely stifle a chuckle and I started to laugh a bit as well, knocking the side of his head playfully with my leg to tell him to keep going.
He ate me zealously and refused to stop until I came not once, but twice and was reduced to a gasping, trembling mess underneath him. I barely registered it when he untied my wrists, pulled the blindfold off, and yanked me across his lap.