Hi, can I have a life that involves more naked, grindy couch-flirting?
james deen
Overwhelmed, Part Six
The Southern Gentleman hauled me up to my feet and over to the middle of the room. I stumbled along, having a little trouble finding my footing after having been stuck on my knees.
“Can I have the clamps off? Please?” I asked. The pain had started to mount, and I knew that it would hurt like crazy once they came off, but I wasn’t sure how long I could handle having them on.
SG held me still while Sir traced the pads of his fingers over my trapped nipples. “Does it hurt, sweetheart?” He teased. I nodded eagerly. Slowly, he removed the clamps one by one and set the chain aside. I cried out, squirming in SG’s arms, my eyes welling up.
As soon as the clamps were off, Sir tugged down the front of the lingerie I was wearing until it was stopped by the cuffs on my wrists. “Let’s get her out of this,” he said, While Sir undid the cuffs, SG held onto my hair and kissed me roughly. Once the cuffs were off, Sir began yanking it down as SG tipped me from one side to the other to allow the bundle of mesh to come off of my legs.
I was left only in my fishnets, wedged between the two of them as they manhandled my now naked body. Fingers probed into my mouth, forced me onto my toes as they hooked into my cunt. I wasn’t surprised to feel how easily they had slipped inside of me, I had assumed that I was already wet.
One of them shoved me over to the futon and I knelt down on it. Sir walked over and grabbed me by the hair, sliding his cock in my mouth. I sucked, watching out of the corner of my eye as SG approached the futon as well.
Some more James Deen and Sasha Grey action. Yes, James, please put something into her mouth!!!
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The Party Sub, Part Ten
Sir brought me upstairs and had me lie down with my head resting on a pillow and my ass up. He teased his fingers over my butt and down the back of my leg, leaning in to kiss my thighs. I thought he was going to eat my pussy from behind, but instead he leaned in and started to lick my asshole.
I blushed and buried my face in the pillow. Sir’s never done that before, mostly because I’m way too squirmy about the whole thing. It had been a while since I’d been rimmed, but I found myself squirming back against him.
After a while, Sir pulled back and started spanking me. I took it and felt myself start to get overwhelmed by endorphins once more. By the time he stopped and told me to hold the position, my head was fuzzy and I was getting sleepy. With that, Sir walked downstairs and left me to wait with my ass in the air.
Some people were messing around fairly close to us and when he got back, Sir asked them if I had been a good girl.
“Yeah, she was,” one replied, “she’s a very a good girl.”
I grinned into the pillow.
The Party Sub, Part Nine
After I had my bearings back from having been hogtied on the floor, I asked Sir if I could get into the hot tub. He gave me his permission, so I stripped my stockings and lingerie off and walked over to the tub. There were a bunch of people huddled in there, but they made some room and I slipped in.
My head still felt kind of fuzzy from all the endorphins and the subspace, and so I wound up sitting there and not really talking. I curled up, pulling my knees into my chest, but I couldn’t really get comfortable. I felt small and I just wanted to be held, but I was having a lot of trouble articulating it.
Besides a guy saying he was impressed with me for being a newbie to this stuff, I couldn’t really make myself interact with anyone. I was just a little overwhelmed and I think I might have been starting to sub drop.
So, I got out of the hot tub and a guy gave me a towel. I dried off and went to find Sir, feeling tired and a little low. Sir gave me a kiss and asked me if I wanted to go upstairs because he “wanted to do something for me.”
Naturally, I found the energy to get back up the stairs for that offer.
Sir told me the other day that I was lovingly owned.
Just kind of been melting over that for the past week or so.
There’s something about a cage that makes me feel kept and special.
To borrow a term from James Deen, we’ve got that #pornoromance.
Channeling this today.
So, Craftsmate just confirmed he can take time off of work to help me move to my new place in under a month.
In addition to having a lot of an easier time setting up my new apartment, I’m sure I can look forward to a lot of this.
Full Service, Part Three
Soon, we went up to my bedroom and I took out the items of our mutual sex toy collection that wound up at my place: two separate lengths of rope, a pair of tweezer-style nipple clamps, a pair of clover clamps, a flogger and my knockoff hitachi (whose power apparently pales in comparison to the real thing.)
He ordered me to remove my clothes and pointed for me to kneel in front of him. I obeyed, wanting to be good for him.
“Bring me the rope,” Craftsmate said. I obeyed as he moved to stand by my bed. “In your mouth.“
"Yes, Sir,” I replied, taking the rope into my mouth carefully and crawling over to him. I set it down at his feet and gazed up at him eagerly. As he reached down to muss my hair, I felt this really overwhelming urge to be good for him. I wanted so badly to just be a good girl.
So, I set to kissing his cock through his slacks, nuzzling it and staring up at him with my best pleading eyes until he removed his pants. “If you want me to let you go deep,“ he said, holding a fistful of my hair, “you’ll be a very good girl and treat my cock well.”
The only issue was that worshipping his cock made me subspaced anyway. It got to the point where I would deep throat him, pull back to breathe and feel so spacey and dizzy that I would slump forward. He would grab me back the hair and put me back onto his cock, letting me go deeper as he took charge.
“I’m deep already,” I murmured. My voice had gotten small. “I’m really deep.“
He smiled and settled down onto the floor beside me, holding me close. When he kissed my forehead and my cheeks, I felt myself swell in the warm way I do when he’s sweet while I’m starting to get really subspaced.
"You want me to tie you up?” he asked, stroking my hair. I nodded, moaning softly. He reached down and picked up my panties. After balling them up, he held them out to me. “In your mouth. Now.“
Without objection, I accepted them and pressed the wad of lace past my teeth.