abitofamasochist:

I’m on no touch and my clit is aching watching this…

fetishweekly:

This week’s shibari tutorial is the Samurai Tie. You’ll need at least 50’ of rope.

This is considered a maximum exposure rig- restraining a person quickly, while not leaving any exciting areas completely obscured by rope. 😉

For future reference.

And if you are into or interested in rope and are not following this awesome tumblr, please rectify the situation.

pleasuretorture:

Every second seems to contain an hour’s worth of desire.

“You can give in at any time.”

Your lover keeps the camera pinned to your writhing frame, a documentation of your slowly fading will power.

You had been so determined, so sure of yourself at the time, adamant that he wasn’t able to simply turn you on at his whim; you had wanted to prove to him that you could easily control yourself, yet it slowly began to feel like you were trying to prove it to yourself just as much.

Half knowing just how much it turns him on to watch you struggle with your own desires, half wanting to test your own limits, you agreed to the little game. He told you to keep your arms behind your back, not to move them from that position, all while whispering to you just how much he has wanted to tease you like this, yet the words still echo through your mind even now as you writhe with need.

“This isn’t about you acting as a sub or me acting as a dom… I am simply going to make your body and mind respond to me beyond words; I don’t want you to submit to me… I want you to crave me”.

At this he placed a blindfold on you before turning you to face him.

“Every 2 minutes, I’ll move an inch lower… unless you give in and beg me for more, then I’ll give you what you want”

Before you could even utter a word of inquiry, his lips pressed to yours, savouring the softness of your mouth, before pulling back just as instantly, leaving his lips to flutter achingly close to your own. Lingering so close, you felt the soft tingle of his lips barely touching yours, yet you restrained yourself from leaning closer to kiss them, knowing that is exactly what he was trying to make you do. You exhaled suddenly as the softness of his mouth pressed to your bottom lip, so delicately plump red; you wanted nothing more than to kiss back, but you fought it while he sucked on your lower lip, hearing that wet little smack as he pulled away. Not letting you speak a word, he suddenly kissed you again, giving you the full contact you had been restraining yourself from pushing forward for. With your lips locked, your tongues swirled against one another, letting your mind trail into thoughts of that wet, slippery tongue, thinking of just what other things it could be doing to you.

The 2 minutes seemed to vanish in a heartbeat, leaving you to compose your breathing once his mouth trailed along your neck, just below your chin. Your breath seemed to catch in your throat after he trailed to either side of your neck, his warm breath sweeping along your skin, just as he nibbled on your ear lobes, sucking on them so gently.

The next 2 minutes was spent leaving you to your own imagination behind the blindfold, while he used his fingers to press against your neck, occasionally pressing his palm against it, as if signifying his presence over you.

Once he reached the nape of your neck, you started breathing heavier, his mouth clenched around that sensitive area, feeling his teeth gently pressing to you. The moment his mouth parted from your skin, you seemed to feel every particle of his breath cool on that little patch, the soft wisp of air against the now wet nape of your neck.

“Getting a little restless?” He asked as his lips trailed across your upper chest, letting his fingertips run along your cleavage. You stubbornly refused to reply, even though the next 2 minutes began to test your resolve once his fingers began to dance across your exposed breasts.

He seemed to know just how difficult it was getting for you the more his fingers and mouth worked those inches of your breasts, focusing all around them, not letting an inch of those heaving globes avoid his attention. Inch by inch he moved down your breasts, you were sure he could feel your heart beat pumping beneath your chest, feeling the rise and fall picking up the more entranced with desire you were becoming.

Every 2 minutes that he started to work down your body, down your stomach, seemed to last hours; left to let your mind linger on all the things he could do to you, your sex was now aching for attention, yet still it felt so far away as his kisses, his teasing fingertips and his trailing tongue would not waver away from taking the full 2 minutes to work their way further downwards.

You wondered if he could even feel your pulse against his lips as they pressed along your sternum and down your tummy… past your navel. Your resolve was soon giving way once your hips and waist was under his attentions. His fingertips seemed intent on tormenting you, tracing along your panty line as slow as possible, making the 2 minutes linger.

Slowly, he began to peel your panties down, folding them an inch further as the time elapsed, exposing more of your pelvis, more of your hips to trace kisses along. Once the top of your mound was exposed, he seemed to know you were fighting an internal conflict. While your breathing had increased as his tongue slide along your waist, along your pelvis, down to that slender raised curve, your hips were rocking with a need for more. The way his lips pressed around your skin, letting his tongue dart over areas so close to your wanting sex, he seemed to be showing you just what that place a couple of inches lower could be feeling. The way his fingers and palms pressed around the curve of your waist, forcing you to picture those hands grasping your hips tight, holding you tight to feast on your sex, holding you tight to penetrate you.

However headstrong you had been, however much of a fight you had always put up to show you were no push over, you could no longer hide the fact that his slow teasing had broken down your defences, leaving you with the desperation for more, the pleasure of submitting to your own erotic desires. He had felt it as well, the heat radiating from you, the trembling of your skin, and the swaying of your hips. Just as you thought it would come, to feel that soft, wet mouth move an inch or two lower and clamp around your tender, tingling wet pussy, he moved away, leaving you in the state you are in now, aching for more.

He adjusts the camera to hone in on the writhing of your hips; a picture of sexuality, as the words he next utters penetrates your thoughts.

“Just an inch lower and you’ll feel my tongue whip against your clitoris, another inch, and these fingertips will feel every twitch of your pussy. Tell me that you submit to your needs… and I will fulfil them”.

Image created by a-mind-full-of-dirt

Caption/mini story created by PleasureTorture

whyexactly:

Even when they’re apart, she’s not to get out of bed

until her tells her so. Sometimes, especially in the morning,

he’ll make her wait, wait, wait before sending the message: 

“Yes, but leave your cuffs on." 

knowing that the chain is too short for her to take

the stairs to the bathroom any way

but on her hands and knees. 

The sheer control of this arrangement makes me gush.

sadisticgames:

I want to completely immobilize you. 

I want to rob you of sight and sound. 

I want to take away your every option, 

every chance to distract yourself. 

Now I want to give you pleasure and pain, 

mixed together in ways you have never felt, 

to the point where you know you can’t take it, 

and then take you so much further. 

quitemystery:

I could tell how horny you were in my doorway. “Please sir, my I come in” was all that you could get out. I know what you wanted to ask, but you knew the price of asking to cum.

Saturday you had cum more times than you could could. Its a good thing I kept track for you. Sunday you begged for the same again knowing that it would come with a week of teasing and no cumming and you didn’t care. I gave you what you asked for.

You made it till Tuesday evening. Only two days before you came by. You knew I wouldn’t let you cum. You knew I would only tease you, but still you couldn’t resist. You confessed you had no idea why you came knowing I would just tease you without mercy making everything worse. All you could get out when I asked you that was, “I don’t know.”

I told you “Its because your changing. You don’t just want to cum any more, you want to be a slut for me. You want me to push you harder, and make this worse because what you really want is for me to change you. You want me to shape you into my slut.”

 You stood there for a moment before the words sunk in and you started to give me a slow nod. I took off the tie I was wearing and handed it too you saying, “Put this on.”

“Today we are going to try some new things…some harder things.” “For that we’ll go into the bathroom.” “Its tile and you’ll be able to hear every single noise you make much more clearly.” “I want you to hear what a slut your becoming.”

Good god. Yes.

femsubdenial:

crabbykarkat69:

dailydanhowells:

People with social anxiety disorder are more common than you think. It’s important that we know how to help them when they have a panic attack.

holy shit, i was just having a panick attack at the time and i read this and tried to calm myself down and it totally worked. goddamn this needs more reblogs

BDSM will trigger strange reactions in people. Maybe there’s a sound or feeling that will make them panic… something cold on the throat, the sound of a belt being taken from one’s pants, a certain word or phrase, pressing down on the back while tickling, knives, wooden spoons, … there are plenty of people that can suddenly be thrown in to very unsexy mindspaces. Sometimes they won’t even know that such a trigger exists.

Other times, the sudden rush of feeling, or the losing of control, or the inability to unclench one’s hand after a particularly good orgasm, or an unrelated problem they’d been able to ignore…

… and maybe it’s not a full blown panic attack, or maybe it is, or maybe it’s “just” a disabling, strong, crying fit. What I’ve found when I’ve had partners who have panic attacks is that honoring it helps, then and in the future. Don’t fight it, don’t try to shove it under a rug, give it what it demands, acknowledge it, let it come, and let it pass. Much of the panic often comes from the way the initial onset causes reactions of “I don’t know what’s happening to me! I can’t control it!” … and once they know what’s happening and don’t tense up and try to prevent it, it washes over them.

thinkivykink:

This is me, according to my Daddy.