You know, just something that’s been on my mind lately.
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I’m over the whole concept of the infallible dom. The whole strong man stereotype who is always right and never messes up and is suave every moment of every day. Men who demand that sort of esteem are a little absurd, and a culture that perpetuates that role is harmful to both these people and the people that love them.
Bottom line: I love that he trips. I love that she smirks. And I love that he is sometimes that domineering presence and sometimes, yeah, he’s a guy who hasn’t quite gotten the hang of a punching bag just yet.
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.
Sir told me the other day that I was lovingly owned.
Just kind of been melting over that for the past week or so.
Channeling this today.
So, I hurt my back/shoulder a little bit yesterday and told Craftsmate about it before he came to visit me today and we had a super fun, super sexy/blushy day that I’ll post more about.
But I’d just like to share right now that while I was sucking his cock, he reached down to where I had hurt myself and gave me a really nice, attentive massage.
Because reciprocity and generosity and considerateness are all awesome.
Don’t underestimate the power of “well, I ‘unno, Daddy.”
Continued from here.
From the cabinet, Penthouse took out a string of plastic clothespins, spaced out on a thin piece of rope. “Do you know what this is?” He asked, shaking it a bit to try to untangle it. I groaned behind the ballgag, starting to feel drool well up on the sides of my mouth.
At the beginning of keeping me gagged, he had slid a buzzer from a Taboo game into my hand and told me to squeeze it if anything was starting to cross a boundary, as a sort of surrogate for a safeword. He told me to test out the buzzer once more before sitting down between my legs and clipping one of the clothespins to my labia.
I squealed into my gag, whining softly as he tried to untangle the line of clothespins, or zipper, with one attached to me. Once he had the next untangled, he clipped it onto my other labia and I winced. “You ready to tell me?” He asked.
I looked over the clothespins still on the line and smirked, shaking my head. I was enjoying how much it hurt. The rest went up to my chest, pinching the skin of my breasts and then my nipples. I whimpered softly as he gave the line a tentative tug and, when he saw I wasn’t going to push the buzzer, he gave a much harder one, pulling all of the clothespins off of me quickly.
I squealed loudly and he grabbed the nipple clamps, sliding them tightly onto my nipples before duct taping over them. I raised an eyebrow as picked up the riding crop and started cropping my taped nipples. “If you don’t tell me,” he said through my squeals, “I’ll move down to your cunt.” He taped it shut and moved between cropping it and cropping my clamped nipples.
Finally, I gave in, tugging hard on my bonds and telling him in a gagged slur that I would show him where the wallet was. He untied me and, with my nipples still clamped, had me fetch it for him and bring it to him.
“Good girl,” he said when I dropped it into his lap. “Now, was that so hard?”