It’s interesting to me that this is the gif of The Master, which was a spectacular movie, that got all popular on tumblr.
The sexiest part to me was honestly that really fucked up scene in the bathroom where Amy Adams starts jerking Philip Seymour Hoffman off and being just the dommiest ever. It wasn’t a healthy dynamic, but damn was that the toppiest, meanest handjob ever.
I guess my Pretty is showing.
“Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?” – Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star.
I made him worship my feet.
I hadn’t had a lot of experience with it besides a little bit of blushy messing around with Switch, but something just sort of persuaded me to do it and so I went on a hunch and did.
There was something really, really appealing about the look on Penthouse’s face while he did it. There was this sincere desire to please that literally got me soaked.
Too bad my feet are far too ticklish.
But, looking at a picture like this makes me want to imagine a guy kneeling below those shoes. So, I’ve been corrupted.
My toppy side came out and paid a visit while I was staying with Penthouse.
He had expressed an interest in trying it out and it was interesting to explore that sort of dynamic again.
I’d have to say my favorite part was when I was reading a certain something while straddling him and essentially ignoring him while he begged.
I’m not sure how I got quite so mean, but I’m pretty pleased with that fact.
This camera angle’s just about right. It’s basically all he sees.
But very, very rarely gets to touch.
So, I saw a video on my dashboard. It was only thirty seconds long, but it kind of gave me chills.
There was this absolutely gorgeous man tied down with red rope, essentially being edged. At least, that’s what I gathered. Because I watched it with the volume off because I didn’t even think I could handle it with sound. I was blushing like crazy already with it mute.
At one point, the person edging him shoved his fingers in his mouth and I literally almost gasped. The expression on his face, the way his body twisted. I don’t know.
I’ve started to explore my dominant side a little, but I’m still consistently shocked when things actually really get to me. Usually, I figure that it’s hot for me because the act is pleasing to whoever the partner is in the situation or I imagine eventually I’ll be overtaken in a power struggle sort of arrangement. But, I was genuinely enjoying this little 30 second clip of this beautiful man suffering.
So, I may have underestimated Pretty a little bit. Just a little.
If you had shown me this image a year ago, it wouldn’t have done much for me.
Now, I stare a little longer at pictures like these. I appreciate them.
And sometimes I even crack a grin.
Mean Sasha Grey is the patron saint of Pretty.
Humbled, Part 2
I was wearing something that I knew would get to him. Mostly lace, a little bit of ribbon, vaguely apron-inspired with nothing in the back but a pink bow to hold it to my body. When he noticed me in the doorway, he did a double-take and gave me a look that could really only be described as ravenous.
“I don’t know what you’re looking at, bitch, this isn’t for you,” I said and crossed by him. I guess you can say that maybe I was provoking him a bit. I don’t know. Part of me wanted to keep up the dominant act and part of me wanted to see if he would just overtake me.
I was still surprised when one of his arms shot around my waist and his other hand settled on my throat. I pulled against him, he pulled the arm around my waist tighter. “I don’t know what makes you think you can talk to me that way, but this is fucking overwith,” he pushed me down into the chair he was sitting in, the same I had tied him to earlier. “I think it’s time you remember where your place is.
Humbled, Part 1
I had been messing around with something I enjoyed from the submission end: denial. Switch said he liked the idea of it. I guess he didn’t realize how mean I could be.
One morning, I tied him to the chair in front of his desk. One benefit of having been tied up so much is I know what works and what’s challenging. “If you can get out by the time I’ve finished my hair, I’ll think about letting you cum,” I said. He looked cocky. I’m sure he figured he was strong enough to just break right out. Unfortunately, he underestimated the power of well-tied knots and cinching.
When we messed around, I didn’t let him finish. To his credit, he didn’t complain. I’m usually a massive whiner. Apparently, he was actually really enjoying this. So, I got confident and started pushing how mean I could get. I wasn’t awful. I just spent a day or two getting him close and not getting him off whenever we hooked up. And then I would tease him about it.
So, the day I got what was coming to me, I decided to be extra cruel. And that’s probably why I got what was coming to me.