Sadistically administered rope eclipses any pain I’ve experienced from impact play.
R&P: Murphy Blue
Blissfully suffering model: me
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baby’s birthday pt1
StandardOn Saturday night I had a date with @fresh-bite. There were no real plans as to what was gonna happen. We talked about how tired we both were. And I’d been beaten up a lot the night before by some man who makes me ask for it, so I was pretty set on physical abuse and pain. So the mean cutie and I were going to catch up, cuddle, eat dinner and drink wine. Loungy sleep over plans are excellent kinds of plans, but the night didn’t go that way.
When she came over she sat in one of my high backed kitchen chairs and I grumbled about the week I’d had. She came bearing gifts. Sparkling rosé went in the fridge and I closed my eyes as I was presented with a lovely robe that you all haven’t seen and a pretty pretty nightgown that you have seen. After gifts she had me sit at her feet, where I got to complain a little more but also be petted. I leaned my head into her knees and snuggled. I love being on the floor and feeling cared for and listened to. It feels peaceful. Sometime during this we ordered dinner. Then I tried on my gifts.
She fussed over me and adjusted straps and I stood still and huffed a bit. But I was very good on the whole. Then back to her feet I went. “Do you see the boots I’m wearing?” I nodded. “Do you remember texting me about them? And how you think about them a lot?” I couldn’t look her in the eye. If you’ve been paying attention here you’ll know I have feelings about boots. “I want you to hump them” I think I shook my head but opened my legs. I was so embarrassed but there I was humping her boots, she pressed them into me and I whimpered. “Lift the skirt so I can see, and look at me when you cum” I think I came immediately when she said that. I tried my best to follow directions and look at her but I couldn’t hold her gaze because of my feelings and because I always close my eyes when I cum, I’m working on it. I stopped but she pressed harder into my cunt “Keep going baby, don’t you want to hump Daddy’s boots?” And shortly after I was coming again. She took a picture, the shiny boots looked slick and sticky and I had to lick them clean on my hands and knees.
The food we’d ordered arrived and Daddy pushed me to the ground while she answered the door. It’s a direct line from the door of my apartment to the chair she’d been sitting and while I knew she wouldn’t let the delivery person see me on the floor, I still felt nervous.
If a nigga asks, “How you getting here?” lay back down sis.
Tuck yourself in
if michael b. jordan is playing a villain in black panther y’all gon see me channel every terrible loki stan and gas him the fuck UP, imma be all the way up his evil ass idc @ me if you want to
*puts on stan goggles*
why yes i am wearing stolen vibranium infused stan goggles for my emo villainous baby daddy, is there a problem?
time to bring it back yes ma’am
I’m here for it. I love Superhero movies but I tend to always in a small way root for the villains. Loki was an ok villain. This nigga looks legit in the bad guy department
Tell me anonymous secrets
My imagination kicked into high gear somewhere in a dangerous section of pornblr last night, and I’ve spent my quiet moments in the last 24 hours imagining being hypnotized to have a shadow self.
In this fantasy, my shadow self is allowed to orgasm multiply and fully indulge the wilder aspects of my being. Meanwhile, my primary self is in denial: edging regularly, teased relentlessly, and unable to remember any memories or impressions the shadow makes. Perhaps the primary version is hobbled as a sub in other subtle ways, to enhance punishment and encourage slight feelings of inadequacy.
I feel like this could be fun for someone. Jekyll and Hyde, but with far more seamless transitions. A mental storage partition.
Aaaanywayyyy, it’s the first couple days after my period. Trust nothing.
