I’m walking home from work in the evening when I’m grabbed from behind, my eyes are covered with a black cloth, I can’t see anything, I’m dragged off to a car and shoved in the back. I feel strong arms around my body, I can’t help feel scared but excited at the same time. When the car travels for a while, we come to a sudden stop, I hear low male voices talking and hear my name mentioned. I think to myself, how do they know me? And what is happening? Next minute I feel the same hands that were around me, pull me out of the car, and being pulled into what feels like a house, then a room, I hear the door shut and lock. In a low gravely voice I’m ordered to kneel down on to my knees and wait! After what feels like forever, I feel warm hands on my face, then slowly travel down my body, after a minute I feel gentle hands that start to unbutton my shirt, I ask who it is, only to be told to be quiet and that I’ve been a bad girl who needs to be punished. I’m quiet for a moment as he takes my shirt off, I hear a low grumbling voice that tells me that I’m a fine good look girl but need to be controlled. I start to feel excited again and feel all sorts of sensation through my body by his simple words and touch. He slowly undress me and I feel his eyes on me, I feel the burn of erotic thoughts running through my mind. Next words that are said to me makes me ache with need. I’m your master! and you are here to please me at will and if you disobey me I will punish you in ways that you have never known before. I like the sound of that! 😈

11 September 2025

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"Are you ready?" I ask. "Yes," you reply, your voice steady yet betraying a hint of nervousness. "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes," you say again, more firmly this time. Once the hood is on, there's no turning back. A twinge of apprehension stirs in your stomach, making the situation all too real. Although you had discussed this night many times, fantasizing about the moment, facing the reality sends a shiver down your spine. You look down at the black leather hood cradled in your hands, its surface smooth and cold to the touch. You've been fidgeting with it nervously ever since it was handed to you, the weight of your decision growing heavier with each passing second. The hood is designed to cover your eyes and nose, leaving your mouth exposed, a deliberate choice that sends a cascade of thoughts racing through your mind. Slipping it on, you know it will lace at the back, effectively plunging you into darkness, muffling the sounds of the world around you. The anticipation of what's to come is palpable, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through your veins. This moment, once eagerly awaited, now looms before you like a threshold to the unknown. The scent of leather fills your nostrils, a constant reminder of the choice you're about to make. With a deep breath, you slip the hood over your head. You feel someone move behind you, the laces start to tighten, and the hood conforms snugly to your face. The smell of leather intensifies, enveloping you as the material presses against your skin. Breathing through your nose becomes a challenge, and you realize you must breathe through your mouth once the hood is fully tightened. "There," I say, voice muffled, as if you're underwater. "All locked in." The world outside the hood dims, sounds becoming distant echoes. This new reality, defined by darkness and muffled sounds, marks the beginning of something unknown, something thrilling yet terrifying. "Stand up," comes the command, and you immediately rise from the chair, your posture straightening as though pulled by an invisible string. The fabric of your flowing sundress brushes against your skin, a stark contrast to the lacy black undergarments hugging your body beneath. The black bra, g-string, and garter belt, each were chosen with meticulous care, following the instructions you received before leaving the hotel. As the moment unfolds, a flicker of concern crosses your mind, did the Uber driver notice the unusual ensemble beneath the innocent facade of your dress? This thought, however, is fleeting, quickly overshadowed by the sharp reality of the moment. Without warning, you feel the crack of a cane against your backside. The suddenness of the contact shatters the cascade of your thoughts, anchoring you firmly in the present. "I said take off the dress," comes a voice, a command you had completely missed, your mind lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and the disorienting darkness of your new world. Obediently, you lift the dress over your head, revealing the carefully chosen lingerie underneath. A wave of exposure washes over you as the cool air brushes against your skin. An instinctive desire to cover yourself surges, but you resist, maintaining your stance at attention, your senses sharpening as you listen for the next command through the muffled reality of the hood. You feel a leather collar being wrapped around your neck, its buckle securing it behind you. The familiar click of a leash being attached follows, a sound you've heard before but never in such a context. This experience begins to reshape your senses. The hood and the enveloping darkness force your hearing, to become acutely heightened despite the muffling, compensating for your lost vision. "Come, it's time," you hear, feeling a gentle tug on the leash guiding you forward. Your first steps are tentative, each one a test of trust in the absence of sight. The have the sensation of moving down a long corridor, reminiscent of the path you took to enter the building an hour earlier. Gradually, the murmur of voices begins to filter through the darkness, growing from a whisper to a cacophony of conversations and laughter. The sound of a party in full swing envelops you, making it impossible to gauge the number of attendees. The voices merge into an indistinguishable blend of sound, heightening your sense of vulnerability. Finally, you come to a stop. "This is your last chance. Do you still want to do this? From here, there's no going back," the voice cautions, its seriousness cutting through the noise. A torrent of concerns floods your mind. What if someone recognizes you? Yet, the rational part of you counters, hidden beneath the hood and far from home, recognition seems unlikely. "Yes," you assert, your voice steady, a declaration of readiness despite the whirlwind of emotions churning inside you. "Remember the rules," the voice continues, authoritative yet reassuring. "I am in control; you will do exactly as I say. You do not speak unless spoken to. You will refer to me as 'Sir.' We've discussed your hard limits. Nothing beyond those will happen. If at any point you want to stop, just yell 'cornflakes.' That's your safe word. You'll be escorted back to your room, dressed, and put in an Uber back to the hotel. And you will never see or hear from me again." The finality of the statement sends a shiver down your spine, yet it's accompanied by an undeniable thrill. This is a journey of your choosing, a step into the unknown fuelled by a potent mix of apprehension and exhilaration. "I’m ready," you say, more to yourself than anyone else, affirming your commitment to the path you've chosen. Then, a series of knocks echo against a steel door, bang, bang, bang. The ambient party noise dwindles to hushed whispers, and you sense the door opening with a creak. Pulled forward, you step into a room where the air feels charged, stale yet alive with the presence of unseen onlookers. The door shuts behind you with a definitive clang, sealing you inside. Led to the center of the room, you stand acutely aware of every breath and whisper swirling around you. Though unable to determine the composition of the audience, the occasional feminine voice floats through the air, adding to the mystery of the gathering. Cloaked in the dark embrace of your lingerie, you've never felt more exposed, the weight of countless eyes upon you making your skin prickle with vulnerability. The anticipation of what comes next hangs heavy in the air, a palpable force that draws you ever deeper into the moment. “it's time to show all this good people how depraved you really are”

6 September 2025

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I walk into a restaurant where I’ve made a reservation for myself. As the waitress takes me to my table, I see a tall dark head man sitting in the corner all by himself. As I take my seat, he looks up at me with his piecing blue eyes, I stop in Aurora as I think to myself hmm… he sure is sexy. After the waitress takes my order she leaves only to be stopped by the gentleman that was sitting by himself, they exchanged words briefly, the waitress comes back over to me and say the gentleman sitting over there has asked me to come over here and tell you that he would like you to sit with him I accept the offer. When I reach his table, the words he says to me nearly make me faint, he say “ I like to fffk you ” to which I replied to Yes, Please! 😍 as I sit down he pulls me over and starts to passionately kiss me, I like OMG! I’m dreaming, he pinches my Ass as fall on top of him. He whispers in my ear that he wants to do lots of wicked things, I’m speechless because I can’t believe this is happening to me. He tells me that I’m sexy and demands to take me home, I can’t think, all I want to do is let him have his way with me. He flags the waitress over and tells her that our food is to be ready to go, that we won’t be staying. I look at him and know that this man gets what he wants and I just obey with everything he tells me, I know I’m in for a night of sins and also be in a blissful place. Lord help me, oh, wait he is my lord! 💋❤️👅😈

4 September 2025

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Entering the kitchen, I heard her before I saw her. She was loud and angry and not afraid to let it show. Pots and pans being thrown into the dishwasher, shouting down the phone at someone who had done something wrong. My soft love was all spiky & agitation. A better measure was that children and small animals were hiding from her, on the other side of the house . She was a great wife and mother, and normally I was more than happy to follow her lead, but not on this. It was time for this husband to organise a circuit breaker. I leaned into her softness and kissed the back of her neck . At the same time she pushed into me, to try and push me away. I wrapped some hair around my hand and gave it a sharp pull. “No, we are not doing this” I whispered to her. I heard her catch her breath. “The kids are being picked up in an hour by your sister and staying until Sunday. I have a couple of mates,” and with that she leaned into me, “ coming over for a bit of a project. You might want to get ready.” I found my voice getting deeper, the more I spoke. A couple of hours later, Dean knocked on the door. He entered with a practice ease of someone who knew our space well and headed to the kitchen to get some beer. He was younger, tall, fit and strong. We have been playing together for nearly 6 months and each time was better than the last. We talked, I apologised, for keeping it too long between sessions and we entered to find my wife on her hands and knees ready for inspection. I like this, pre-cum on my cock and getting ready to play. Everything quivering, ready to go. Dean asked me how she had been. I told him the truth, “a spiky bitch from hell, scaring everyone in the house” Without warning, I heard the sharp crack of the smack on her bum, followed by a moan as his fingers entered roughly. She came quickly. Dean never speaks to my wife. He looked at me and smiled, as he licked his fingers covered in her stickyness. “she needs to be shaved and we should put the food on. What do you want to do husband?”

8 May 2025

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I've had a fantasy for a long time about a mature woman who is pregnant with a big belly and who has nice big boobs with milk and ready to have them sucked on... Always been wanting to explore and devour the passion and desires that come with someone who's about to have a baby... enjoy being touched, admired, wanted, loved, eaten, licked, caressed every inch of her body... Is very hard at my age to find someone who is in this situation or wants to have someone else enjoy their changed body because of a baby... I think a pregnant woman deserves and appreciates the love and attention as well... I am a a lover of bigger boobs and a sucker of them too... I do enjoy the fun and pleasure of going down on a woman and tasting all juices that ooze out especially if a woman can squirt like a fire hose... I would also enjoy being in a situation where either one is tied up... chained or handcuffed so each can be dominant where some whipping and tickling is enjoyed... I love it when a woman's boobs and nipples have heated clamps on them because I get to experience the same feelings too... We both have a clamp on our nipples while being aroused and played with.

3 May 2025

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You are waiting for me, leaning forwards over my desk... you know you have been a naughty little girl and awaiting daddy's discipline. You have already removed your tiny panties now on the floor between 'over knee length' stocking feet. Reaching down to check their wetness they are soaked with my little girls sweet juice... I see your white blouse already unbuttoned with your small firm breasts hanging and hard nipples resting on the top of my desk. Earlier naked - my cock is standing erect, hard and throbbing already leaking tasty precum from its circumcised and swollen head. I lift your short tartan skirt. The sweet juice is leaking down the inside of your thighs - your firm round buttocks waiting to be parted. I slide my arm around your slender hips - my hand to your clit - now erect like a miniature cock - to hold between my finger and thumb to roll it between. You begin to moan. My other arm is across your shoulders holding you down squashing your breasts hard on my desk. Your moans increase as I move my hand away and gripping your hips with both hands I ever so slowly slide the head of my cock between your buttocks that you have your own hands gripping and pulling apart for daddy to enter your now gapping arsehole. I know my little girl craves her arsehole being drilled with daddy's cock and exploding inside with his warm milky cum... but not today. Today you have been naughty! Instead I slide my erect cock - throbbing in anticipation - between your tight but very wet pussy lips. I hold it there. You push your arse back wanting all of the shaft, moaning and groaning for its entry... I grab your wrists from your arse cheeks spreading your arms out from your sides and give you what you want. Pushing my hips hard against your arse cheeks I thrust my whole cock deep into you! Ramming you hard and thrusting fast you are screaming now. I let go of your wrists and reaching forward my arms place your neck in a headlock. Pulling you neck and head back your back arched and tits up now free - now being rough fucked you are so close to cumming... But you are my little girl sub... I wont let you cum. I pull my cock out - slippery with your juice - you are begging me. "Finish me - finish me"..."Please Daddy I want all your cum"... Finish me - please"... "PLEASE" I pull you up and spin you around... lifting your skirt over your head. Except for your stockings you are naked. Your nipples are hard and erect. I place my hand on top of your head and force you to your knees... my hard wet cock throbbing in front of your face. You open your mouth to take it. I grab your long flowing hair in a single grip making a fist at the back of your neck and drive your face into my body... your mouth taking my cock deep down your throat. You are gagging and choking on my cock. I am rough fucking and pounding the hell out of your face - no mercy! My cock stuck deep inside your throat...you are gagging worse, saliva drooling from the corners of your mouth. I hold your hair tighter... I pound you faster and harder..."Do you want all my cum"?..."Do you slut? DO YOU"?... choking now, you moan trying to answer. "You are my dirty little cum slut...you WILL take it...NOW"! My cum explodes to the back and deep down into your throat... unable to breath you are moaning, tears in your eyes...crying now... I release you letting you fall backwards in a heap. Laying naked in the foetal position, you are pleading... "Daddy! Please... please finish me... please daddy... PLEASE"... I step over you and leave THE CUM SLUTS DISCIPLINE IS DONE

30 April 2025

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I connected with 'K' on a dating site. We met, and we both wanted fun only, with no dramas. K was a gorgeous BBW, and we arranged for me to go over to her house, on a hot summers day. I told K to prepare whatever I felt like, she had a wicked smile, and wanted to serve me and enjoy our time. I arrived and walked out to her backyard, where she was laying on her back, masturbating, playing with her gorgeous tits, and fingering her waxed pussy, squirting, smiling, and totally relaxed. My cock was hard immediately, I stripped off, walked over, 'Hi slave', 'cool down'... I unleashed a gallon of my golden sweet nectar, as she swallowed it down, and rubbed it all over her.. I lent down, tongue kissed her, as we swallowed down the rest.. I lay on top of her, eased my cock inside her pussy, as she squirted and came immediately, over my cock, and juices dribbling down her legs.. 'Oh Master, this is insane'. I gently turned her over, on all fours, and eased my cock into her tight arsehole... she moaned, and gently whined, in pleasure... 'Fuck Master', 'please cum inside me' I blew multiloads, as she squirted again and again.. We lay down for a bit, walked inside, showered together, then sat on her couch getting our breath back, as we cuddled, kissed, and watched porn on her TV...

29 April 2025

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Ik open de douche en stap onder de knetterende stralen . Het warme water glijd over mijn hoofd en mijn lichaam . Mijn borst is gevoelig. Dat een avond stappen hier zo zou eindigen had ik niet gedacht . Ik stel de douche warmer in . Zeep mijn hoofd in en mijn lichaam . Mijn lul nog een keer extra. Ik draai het warme water laag de koude stralen maken mij weer wat helder. " zal ik ?? Hoe zal ik ?? Ach WTF nee heb ik ja kan ik krijgen " denk ik lachend De warme kraan nog even aan en ik stap uit de douche .Ik droog mij af met een grote zachte handdoek. Die sla ik om mijn heupen en knoop hem vast. Ik loop de trap af naar de keuken naar de koelkast . Ik zie een pak melk. Heerlijk koel drink ik een groot glas. Als ik naar boven wil gaan valt mijn oog op het ' Abortuskoffertje '. Ik löp er heen en open het en kijk wat er in zit. ' Daar kan ik wel wat mee' en pak het koffertje mee. Boven hoor ik dat Jacqeuline aan het telefoneren is ik open de deur . Ik zie dat zij ook gedouched heeft. Ze ligt op haar buik , naakt ,haar voeten wiegen in de lucht op haar hoofd een tulband van een handdoek. Ik zet het koffertje neer en pak er een flesje massageolie uit . Jacqeuline draait haar hoofd kijkt naar mij en klopt met haar hand naast haar op het bed . Ik ga naast haar zitten ,Jacqeuline komt iets omhoog en kust mij . Ik luister niet naar het gesprek. Vang wat flarden op . Ik pak haar schouders en draai haar op de rug. " Zit recht op " fluister ik een beetje dwingend. Ik doe wat olie op mijn handen en wrijf in mijn handen. Ik wrijf de olie op haar schouders . Nog wat meer ole op de handen en wrijf haar rug ook in. " HHHmmm ik krijg en massage geloof ik " Ik kneed haar schouders " ontspan " fluister ik . Met nog wat meer olie haar nek en schouders . Ik voel haar ontspannen. Mijn handen glijden over haar rug naar beneden. Langzaam druk gevende met mijn duimen cirkels draaiend langs haar ruggenwervel omhoog. Ik voel een knoop en geef daar met beide duimen extra druk. " Ahhh wat goed " . Met " Ik ga je hangen ik ben aan het genieten en wil niets missen tot heel gauw Honey" beëindigd Jacqeuline het telefoongesprek. " Schatje wat doe je dat lekker " " Je weet niet wat ik nog meer kan maar daar ga je wel achter komen" Jacqeuline draait haar hoofd " Ja graag dan ik kan bijna niet wachten " " Vertrouw mij maar dan ga je heerlijk genieten " en zoen haar ze steekt haar tong in mijn mond. Mijn hand gaat naar haar borst en ik knijp in haar tepel en trek er zachtjes aan. Jacqeuline kreunt . Ik sla de handdoek van mij af en leg het over het bed . " Hier liggen " en zij draai gelijk op de handdoek. Met meer olie maseer ik haar armen 1 voor 1. Ik stap over haar heen en ga lichtjes op haar kont zitten . Zo kan ik goede druk geven voor haar schouders en rug . Jacqeuline glinstert van de olie. Regelmatig kreunt zij genietend. Ik zak af naar haar benen . Vanaf haar enkels werk ik naar boven. Ik zit op mijn knieën tussen haar benen. Als ik langzaam omhoog kruip gaan haar benen meer uit elkaar. Haar kutje is glad geschoren en de lippen staan een beetje open. Ze is vochtig . Ik kneed beide billen en glij met uitgestrekte armen over haar rug mijn borst over haar kont naar haar rug verder omhoog. " Lekker ??" Terwijl ik haar met mijn volle hand bevoel. Mijn vingers vinden het clitoris . Langzaam maar stevig masseer ik deze. "JAHH God wat lekker " kreunt ze. 2 Vingers glijden diep naar binnen ik vinger haar hard en diep. " Hoe noem je mij nu dan " vraag ik een eventuele reply heb ik al bedacht. " Zoals jij mij nu verwend ben jij mijn prins" Deze had ik echter niet verwacht. Ik schakel snel " De koningin is er niet dus roept de prins zich uit tot Koning. " Ik voel haar lippen in mijn vingers knijpen Jacqeuline bijt in het kussen " Jij bent de Kooooninnn̈nngggggg" kreunt ze terwijl ze klaarkomt. " De Koning heeft mooie plannen met zijn dienares" fluister ik. Jaah graag ben ik echt aan toe kreunt Jacqeuline. '' Jij bent nu van mij '' en geef haar een tik op haar bil.'' Draai je om en hoofd naar het voeteneinde. Tjop tjop'' '' Nu is er niemand anders dus maak mijn lul maar hard .'' Ze opend haar mond en neemt mijn lul tussen haar lippen met haar vingers speelt ze met mijn ballen. Ik pak de zijden shawl die ik klaar had gelegt en bind die voor haar ogen . Ze kreunt goedgekeurend terwijl ik langzaam aan hard wordt. Met 1 beweging doe ik de handboeien om haar polsen en trek haar langzaam omhoog. '' Hoe zal de Koning jou gaan noemen ,? Teefje? Snol?... nee gewoon Sletje. ''' Jah mijn Koning , graag mijn Koning.'' Ik duw haar achterover op het bed. ''Benen wijd en ik wil je niet horen.'' Ja Koning '' gelijk bijt ik haar toe '' Niets wil ik horen Slet .'' Ik leg haar handen boven haar hoofd. Ze knikt .Stap naast het bed en knijp in haar tepel deze staat recht overeind. Ik pak wat spullen en steek een kaars aan. Ik doe op iedere tepel een klem en masseer haar clitoris . Langzaam schuif ik een vibrator in haar natte poes. Ik zet hem op de hoogste stand en duw hem langzaam er diep in . Ik neem haar clitoris in mijn mond en begin haar en snel te likken . Ik voel haar lichaam spannen en stop langzaam masseer ik en beweeg de vibrator langzaam in en uit. Ik voel dat ze gaat komen en duw de vibrator op haar clitoris. Haar rug komt van het bed en ik duw mijn mond op die van haar en onze tongen worstelen met elkaar als zij zich laat gaan. '' Nu wil ik je horen Slet'' . Een lange kreun volgt. ''Ooooh wat lekker ahhhh ik blijf af gaannnnmmmmhhh'''. Ik lik langzaam haar clit terwijl zij naschokt. ''Zo dat is de eerste van deze sessie Slet '' Met een ijsblokje koel ik haar clit en verwarm haar weer met mijn mond. ''Oh mijn god wat doe je ? Je maakt me gek.'' Aaaaaaahhhhh oooooh wat lekkerrrrrr.'' Ik kom gewoon weeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrr. '' Schokkend ligt ze op het bed. Langzaam duw ik de vibrator in haar kont . '' Ooooh neeee dat ooooook noggggggggg. Ik blijf komen . '' Ik laat haar rustig ontspannen en ga naast haar liggen. Ik speel wat om en om met de tepelklemmen. Jacqeuline hijgt haar buik gaat snel op en neer. '' Ik weet niet wat u deed mijn Koning maar wat is dat lekker.'' Ik draai aan een klem '' Had ik daar om gevraagd,? '' Met een snelle beweging trek ik de klem er af en duw er gelijk een ijsklontje op. Zij schrikt maar maakt geen geluid. De andere tepel krijgt de zelfde behandeling. Ik pak de kaars en als de tepels fier overeind staan druppel ik er was op. Met een ijsklontje tussen haar borsten langzaam richting navel. Iedere keer een stukje opschuiven en dan wat warme was op de vochtige streep om haar navel via de venusheuvel naar de clit. Het ijs over haar schaamlippen en ze vloeit als de Nijl na de moesson. Ik blaas de kaars uit. '''Pijp me '' terwijl ik over haar heen kruip . Ze zoekt mijn lul en trekt hem zachtjes naar haar mond . Ze likt mijn eikel draait rondjes met haar tong om de rand. Dan zuigt ze hard op mijn eikel als hij begint te tintelen duw ik hem met een snelle beweging iets dieper in haar mond . Ik blijf de lipjes koelen met het ijsklontje. Ik ga tegen het hoofdeinde zitten en spreidt mijn benen en duw haar hoofd naar mijn lul. '' Nu zuigen also of ik op het punt sta om je vol te spuiten Slet '' . Jacqeuline zuigt alsof haar leven er van af hangt. Begeleid met haar hand het ritme omhoog. '' Terwijl je zo op je knietjes zit heb ik mooi uitzicht op jouw kutje Slet. Die wil ik hard neuken en wel NU '' Ik schuif achter haar en voel dat ze nog steeds nat is. Langzaam steek ik mijn lul tussen haar lipjes en duw diep steeds sneller neuk ik haar . Ze kreunt ik voel haar schokken . '' Nog niet klaarkomen Slet . '' Ik trek me uit haar kutje. '' Hmmmm nog een gaatje. Die heb ik nog niet genomen .'' Ik zet mijn eikel tegen haar kontgaatje. Pak haar heupen beet. ''Oke Slet ?'' Ze knikt en langzaam pers ik mij in het natte gaatje . Ze kreunt en ik voel haar lichaam aan spannen als ik in een tepel knijp. Langzaam neuk ik haar tot ze schokkend weer klaarkomt. ''Nu wil ik dat je mij rustig pijpt tot ik klaarkom Slet '' Ze kijkt mij met een glimlach aan als ik de blinddoek af doe. '' Ja Mijn Koning met liefde. Heel veel liefde '' Met vrije handen begint ze te likken en te zuigen. Langzaam heeeel diep dan snel met een handje erbij met haar tong mijn eikel likken steeds een ander tempo. " Ik ga diep in jouw keel komen ! Anders kom ik nooit meer bij je . " " Oooh mijn God . Dat zal ik niet laten gebeuren mijn Prins. Al spuit je mijn pepertje helemaal vol maar terugkomen ga je doen.!!!" Terwijl ze met volle teugen aftrekt. Mijn lul begint te schokken en gelijk neemt ze hem in haar mond Haar lippen zakken tot mijn ballen en met haar tong kietelt ze mijn ballen die strak staan. Ik voel mijn dikke eikel in haar keel als ik voel dat ik spuit. Met beide handen pakt ze mijn billen en duwt me nog strakker tegen haar mond. Een diepe grom van uit mijn tenen laat ik los . Schokkend kom ik klaar en val terug op het bed. De laatste druppel eruit zuigend komt ze omhoog. " Nu ben ik echt wel leeg " " Ik zal je goed verwennen straks Prins. Ik heb nog een boel in petto voor ons." Ze kroop tegen mij aan als of ze nooit meer zou loslaten. In no time waren we beide vertrokken naar Neverland

28 April 2025

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The chapel was colder than they remembered. Or maybe it was just the way the candlelight bent beneath the vaulted ceilings—flickering shadows like reaching hands, stained glass windows bleeding color onto the stone floor in crimson and gold. The kind of place meant to make someone feel small. Guilty. Contained. They shouldn’t have come here. And yet. The devil stood near the altar, trying to wear indifference like a cloak. One hand traced the edge of the marble, fingers tapping a slow, nervous rhythm they hoped looked casual. But nothing felt casual. Not now. Not with that presenceapproaching from the far end of the chapel. The angel. Their arrival made the room still. Not quiet—still. Like the hush before a thunderstorm, or the moment between inhale and exhale when something important is about to be said. They didn’t speak at first. They didn’t need to. The weight of their gaze was enough to press against the devil’s skin like velvet over iron. Don’t look nervous. Don’t look impressed. The devil straightened their spine, forced a smirk. “So holy a place,” they murmured, voice hushed more by instinct than intention, “and yet you walk in like judgment itself.” The angel stopped a few feet away, head tilted, unreadable. “You think judgment requires thunder?” Their voice wasn’t loud. It was measured—like every word had been tested, weighed, chosen with surgical precision. The kind of voice that didn’t need to raise itself to command attention. And gods help them, the devil felt seen. They hated it. The angel stepped forward, slowly, calmly—like nothing in this chapel, not even the shadows, could move without their consent. The devil could feel the heat in their own cheeks, the tension coiling in their stomach like something caged. Something desperate to kneel but too proud to break. “This place,” the angel said, voice ringing against the stone like a soft bell toll, “was not built for wrath. It was built for surrender.” You don't know me, the devil wanted to say. You don't know what I am. What I’ve done. But they said nothing. Because the angel did know. They saw it all and still walked closer. “You carry chaos like armor,” the angel continued, each word peeling something back. “But you wouldn’t have come here if you didn’t want to lay it down.” The devil swallowed hard. Don’t look away. But their eyes dropped, just for a moment. Shame wasn’t the right word. Neither was fear. It was something quieter. More dangerous. A longing they didn’t know how to name. “I didn’t come to be saved,” they managed, voice barely a whisper now. “No,” the angel said, gently. “You came to be seen.” And they were. Every dark corner. Every cracked piece. Every mask. The angel reached out—not to touch, but to hover, their fingers suspended just above the devil’s chest. The absence of touch was worse than contact. It made the air too loud. Made the devil’s breath catch in their throat. Please, something inside them whispered. Please what? Please stop? Please touch me? Please… take this from me? “If I asked,” the angel murmured, “would you kneel?” A war broke out in the devil’s chest. Pride screamed no. Pride clawed at the walls. But the rest of them—the trembling, aching parts hidden beneath centuries of heat and smoke and teeth—those parts already had. They didn’t speak. They couldn’t. The angel smiled. Not victorious. Not cruel. Just knowing. “You already have.” The devil’s breath hitched—but they didn’t kneel. Not yet. The angel didn’t push. Just stood there, hand still suspended in the air, commanding without force, commanding with presence. The devil’s hands curled into fists. “You think I’ve never had control?” they murmured, trying—needing—to remind themselves of who they once were. And the angel’s gaze didn’t waver. “I know you’ve had it.” And that’s when it hit. The memory. It slammed into them like smoke and thunder. It was in another room—dark and humming, all silk shadows and low, thrumming music. The angel hadn’t been wrapped in white that night. No, they’d been stripped of symbols and sanctity, knees parted on black velvet, breath shaking with anticipation. The devil had circled them like a storm on the edge of breaking. “You don’t belong here,” the devil had whispered, brushing a fingertip along their jaw. “Not like this.” But the angel hadn’t backed away. Hadn’t spoken. They’d just looked up. Quiet, soft, completely still—and burning. That silence had begged. That silence had offered. And gods, the devil had taken. They remembered how the angel had tasted of restraint barely held in place. How they'd arched not with abandon, but with permission. How even their surrender had been a kind of control—measured, intentional. Back then, the devil had been the one guiding the game. The one pulling the strings. The one watching divinity unravel with every whispered command. Back then… the angel had trembled for them. The devil blinked, the chapel rushing back in around them like water over lungs. They looked up at the angel, whose face was unreadable—but something in their eyes said: I remember, too. Not as weakness. Not as defeat. But as balance. “I made you fall,” the devil said, breath shallow. The angel leaned in, their voice soft enough to cut bone. “No. You showed me how.” And suddenly, the devil didn’t feel smaller. Just exposed. Equal parts fear and craving, coiled tight beneath their skin. “You want to be good?” the angel whispered, lips near their ear, breath steady as a blade’s edge. “Show me.” The silence between them was thick with choice. And when the devil’s knees finally met stone, it wasn’t surrender. It was a return. The stone floor didn’t welcome them. Cold, rough, unforgiving—exactly as it should be. The devil lowered themselves slowly, resisting the instinct to brace against it. Knees pressed to the chapel’s aged marble, they exhaled through gritted teeth, not from pain—but from the weight of choosing this. The angel watched in silence, and the silence was loud. It wasn’t triumph in their eyes. No smugness. Just a deep, anchoring stillness—like they were holding space, not claiming victory. That made it worse. That made it real. The devil’s hands rested loosely on their thighs. Their head bowed, but not fully—caught in that hesitation between reverence and rebellion. “I used to make you tremble,” the devil whispered, more to the stone beneath them than to the angel. The angel moved closer. Slowly. Their boots echoed lightly, rhythm steady like a heartbeat. When they reached the devil, they didn’t touch them. They just circled—once—like a moon pulling tides. “You still could,” the angel said, their voice so soft it sank into the skin. “But you don’t want to.” No, the devil thought. I want to be undone. They didn’t say it. Couldn’t. But something in the set of their shoulders gave it away. The angel stepped behind them again, breath barely grazing the back of the devil’s neck. “Tell me what you’re remembering.” The devil shut their eyes. Damn them. Damn their calm, their patience. Damn the way their voice slid under every wall like it belonged there. But the memory came again unbidden. “You were so quiet,” the devil said, voice low. “I thought you’d shatter.” Behind them, the angel didn’t move. “You never asked me to beg.” “You didn’t need to.” The devil exhaled. “You begged in silence. You were always louder that way.” A pause stretched between them. Then the angel moved. Not to touch, but to be near. They knelt behind the devil—not mirroring, not mocking—just present. Their mouth hovered near the devil’s ear. “And now?” they asked. The devil’s lips parted. “Now I want to be small.” Their own words startled them. Truth spoken too easily. But the angel didn’t mock them. “Not weak. Never weak. Just… small enough to breathe again.” The devil shivered. The angel leaned forward, their breath feathering across the devil’s neck. “You don’t need fire in here.” “I don’t know who I am without it.” “You do,” the angel whispered. “You just don’t trust that I’ll hold it for you.” That hit somewhere deeper. A place the devil didn’t touch. Not even alone. The angel finally reached out. A fingertip, light as a whisper, traced the devil’s spine from the base of their neck down between their shoulder blades. A single line. A single breath. And the devil melted. Not collapsed. Not shattered. Melted. Their eyes fluttered shut. Their breath caught, chest rising in a rhythm that wasn’t quite theirs anymore. The angel’s hand moved with excruciating care—just enough touch to guide, never enough to overwhelm. “Do you remember,” the angel said softly, “what you told me the first time I let go?” The devil swallowed. “That I was proud of you.” The angel’s hand paused. Then resumed, slower this time. “Are you proud of yourself now?” The devil didn’t answer. Because they weren’t sure. The angel reached around slowly, fingers brushing the devil’s jaw. Full contact. Grounding. Gentle. “You are not less,” the angel murmured. “Not on your knees. Not in my hands. You are more, because you chose this.” The devil leaned into the touch. It wasn’t about defeat. It never had been. It was about being seen—fully, completely, without pretense. About being able to fall without fear. About knowing someone would catch them—not to cradle, but to hold them accountable to their own healing. The angel stood, the rustle of their robes soft against the stone. They stepped around to face the devil, who kept their eyes lowered—not in shame, but in deference. The angel’s voice carried a quiet authority now, like a vow. “Surrender is not silence. It is the loudest kind of trust. It says: I will not hide. I will not run. I am here, and I am yours—for now, for this.” The devil’s throat tightened. For now. For this. That was all they’d ever wanted. Not forever. Not absolution. Just a moment where they didn’t have to be the one holding all the fire. The angel retrieved a length of silk—deep crimson, the color of devotion dressed as temptation. They held it up between them like an offering. “You may refuse. You may walk away. I will not bind what does not choose me.” The devil stared at it. Not Can I control you?
But Will you let go with me? Their voice trembled. “Yes.” Warm silk slid around their wrists—slow, deliberate, not tight. Just enough to remind. Just enough to mark the choice. “You do not kneel to me,” the angel said. “You kneel to what you need.” This wasn’t punishment. It was worship. And in this chapel built for silence and shadow, they created something new: a ritual not of redemption, but of recognition. Here, in the stillness, the devil offered what no one had ever asked for—their truth. And the angel didn’t flinch. They knelt together in the quiet, the silk binding not control, but commitment. And in that moment, they both surrendered: One to the ache of letting go. The other to the weight of being trusted.

26 April 2025

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We were mutual friends of a friend, would see each other every now and then when we ran into each other at this friends house. I can’t speak for her, but I felt the spark the first second I met her. I did and said nothing that would make it awkward for us all and left it at that. Months go by and I drop in to this friends house unannounced and find her there alone. He had gone up to the shops and would be back shortly, I couldn’t wait so I turned to leave, telling her to let him know I stopped by. I got a few steps and I couldn’t help myself, I stopped at the door and walked back to her on the couch. I leaned down and slid my hand up her shoulder and around her throat. I squeezed hard enough to stop her breath and leaned in, slowly kissing her on the lips. I told her I’ve wanted to do that for so long and now I have. If she wanted to discuss it further to message me, otherwise we’ll pretend it never happened. I let go of her throat and left. Sure enough, a message from her a few minutes later and that’s how it started. We messaged back and forth and learned a lot of things about each other. She was submissively shy and I loved devouring every morsel of truth that she had never really told anyone before. I knew how to get her to open up and I knew when she was lying. I called her out on every lie or omission and peeled back her explanations until I got the truth, no matter how embarrassing or erotic. We would meet at her place, she shared a duplex with friends and her bottom floor bedroom was accessible from the back yard, reached through a side gate. The sex went from hot vanilla to mind blowing kinky within one session and we both opened up about boundaries and desires. I would make hers come true and she’d do the same. We realised we’re both well entrenched in the dark side of sex. I won’t bore you with the details of the semi-vanilla. She loved being woken up with a hand over the mouth and a hard cock sliding into her. I loved my hand around her throat and a fistful of her hair as I choked the submission into her. She loved the multiple orgasms she’d get from climbing on top and grinding while she was collared and leashed. I loved the way my words sounded repeated back to me in her moaning, submissive voice, her begging me to cum (or not cum, depending on the scenario) in her as I bred her almost every session. She loved as I spat in her mouth. I loved slapping her until my hand prints covered her whole body. I will bore you with the details of the two things that stand out for me. The first being her willingness to trust me enough to take her breath away. I would start gentle and short, hand around the throat in whatever position we were in, squeezing hard enough to stop the air for a while until she tapped me and I let go. I always let go, and she knew that. Knowing that, she would be happy to push the boundaries and I was happy to find out where they ended. Longer and longer, she would either ride my cock with her lungs slowly starving of air, or be tied up beneath me with both hands choking her harder and harder with each pounding stroke. She was given a tiny bell wrapped around her finger that she would flick to let me know I needed to stop, as she was often tied and/or gagged. She knew what I wanted and she knew she could trust me to keep her safe, so it didn’t take long until the boundary we were looking for dissolved completely. I would choke her for as long as I liked until she passed out. She was still given the bell to flick or the option to tap me to stop, but her submission involved me deciding whether I stopped when she tapped, or whether she would see stars, and drift unconscious as I slid in and out of her. As soon as she was out I would release the pressure. I would often swap positions and roughly pound her until she came to, or go down and gently lick her lips and suck her clit until I felt the jerk of her body when she came to and her squeal when she realised her pussy was being eaten while she ‘slept’. Starving the brain of oxygen is not something you can do as many times as you want in a session, so we were careful not to over-do it. Although several times she had to politely suggest a break as I lost myself in her and got carried away. We would alternate between breath play and simply putting her unconscious in my arms as I wrapped her up tight. I would be fucking her from behind, laying side by side on the bed, my arm wrapped around her throat, my cock sliding into her from behind and my hand on her clit. I would gently place her into a choke hold and slowly squeeze the sides of her neck with each stroke. Within 10-15 seconds the blood was no longer reaching that incredibly beautiful brain and she was out. Again I would often swap positions and roughly pound her until she came to, disorientated and scared, until she realised where she was and remembered what was happening and again, her body shook with the biggest orgasms I would ever feel from her. She had a kink about being sexually used while she was asleep/unconscious and I had a kink about choking and destroying a subs boundaries through pure domination . It was a perfect dynamic. The second thing that stands out for me, is her dark desire for role play that entails her lack of choice in the matter. Also known as CNC (Consensual Non-Consent) or rape play, and it’s a tricky scenario to make come true for a woman. At least to the more extreme levels anyway. She explained exactly what she wanted in detail and I was more than happy to fulfil it, as it was one of my dark desires as well. I outlined the rules, she added her thoughts, we both screenshotted the conversation and made sure each of us had recorded proof of us consenting in full, no legal grey areas. She would have no information or warning about the session other than the activities and level of violence she wanted to experience. She wished to be completely surprised and completely dominated in the most extreme sense of the word. Several weeks and a couple of sessions later with nothing too extreme involved, I decided on a day and time and without telling her (obviously) made my way to her place. It was early morning, around 5am but the sun was coming up and there was light. I parked down the street and walked to her duplex, down the side gate and into the back yard. I chose to have the experience at her place as opposed to a public place, as it was less likely someone would stumble across us and complicate things. And a kidnapping with a vehicle would require further planning so I would keep that for the next step. I knew she locked her screen door and left her sliding door open, but she locked the screen door with the latch and not the key. I was wearing all black, hoodie and jeans, and pulled out a black balaclava and put it over my head. I had brought with me a crappy steak knife that I wouldn’t miss from my kitchen and took it out as well, slicing the fly screen mesh next to her screen door latch. I slid my finger through the small hole I cut and flicked the latch, slowly sliding open the screen door. She was asleep, the room had enough light to see and I could see her on the bed. I gently climbed onto the bed and sat on top of her, my knees either side of her torso and she started to stir. Without saying a word, I clamped my hand over her mouth and shushed her as she groggily opened her eyes and saw the knife inches from her face, before her eyes shot wide with terror and she squirmed beneath me. I told her to be quiet or I’d hurt her, our agreed upon phrase that would a)let the other person know who it was, and b)begin the CNC session (and the rules and boundaries came into effect). It took a second but I saw her mind click and felt her body sink with relief. I whispered to her the things she told me she imagined her attacker saying. I threw in some of my own. I used the steak knife to cut her black singlet top she was sleeping in, straight up the middle from her stomach to her chest. Then I dragged the tip of the knife back down her skin, leaving a red line that stayed for a day or two afterwards. I ripped the singlet from her body and tied her hands, I cut the sides of her panties and pulled them through her thighs and shoved them into her mouth. The session went on for around two hours. I made sure to tick all the boxes of what she wanted in regards to the phrases that would be said and specific abuses she would suffer. After hours of choking, slapping, humiliation, and being thrown around and used, I whispered the phrase that signified the end of the session, which triggered her to say the final phrases that she would say. I was on top of her with her hands tied above her head, one hand holding her hands down and one hand around her throat, her legs spread and her sopping wet pussy being violently pounded. She started crying and begged me to stop (as she had been doing at the start of the session before submitting to ‘save her life’), pleading with me to leave. I growled at her to shut up and that I was going to cum, she shrieked and squealed, pleaded and begged and struggled as hard as she could, begging me not to cum inside her. She got slapped across the face and bred. Held down with heavy force as I grunted with each spurt. A minute or two to catch our breath and we both smiled at each other and broke character. Definitely one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life. This relationship happened over the course of about two years, spending more time together in some months than others. I tried to avoid discussing feelings we might have for each other, because I was in a relationship that I was never going to leave. But I found myself falling further and further in love with her as time went on. What started as friendship, then turned into amazing and incredible sex, then mutated into a deep need and a painful truth that I’d never be able to be with her the way I should be. I told her I loved her one day as she sat on top of me, slowly grinding my cock back and forth inside her. I had tried to say it the session before but had lost the nerve. I was a week or two away from leaving on a three year trip that would obviously end our relationship. I had to tell her before I left, so I did. So now it’s about six years later and we don’t talk or see each other anymore. I think it’s just easier for both of us. I can’t stand the thought of making her life complicated and being something negative in her life, rather than something positive. I literally think about her every day, and if she reads this hopefully she knows I’ll love her till the day I die. I know it’s going to be almost impossible to find someone like her but there’s no harm (and plenty of fun) in trying. Hope you enjoyed, feel free to get in touch if you like, and good girls are always, submissively shy…

10 April 2025

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Rosie led Marcus into the small, dim room. She sat close to her husband and wrapped her arms around his. Still, she knew he remained uneasy about her decision for tonight. To ease him, she turned his face to hers. “This is a gift. I’ve wanted this but have always been too shy. I’m brave tonight though.” She kissed him quickly on the cheek. The black curtains swished and opened. A tall woman appeared. Rosie bounced excitedly when she entered. “That’s her, that’s Senna,” Rosie whispered excitedly. “She’s gorgeous!” Senna graced the room with exotic beauty and exuded courage. She walked from here to there in her spiked high heels. She was draped simply in gold tinsel. The tinsel twisted and circled her torso, crisscrossing each heavy breast and wrapping around her waist and thighs. Rosie let her eyes roam over the woman’s body and smiled when she noticed round ball ornaments dangling from each brown nipple. Rosie felt excitement surge throughout her body. Without realizing, she cuddled her arms against her chest, as if clinging to a precious yet invisible doll. Senna easily hooked the pair with her lustfulness. “Merry Christmas, Rosie,” she said with a voice that oozed. Then she ran her hand over Marcus’s lap. “And a happy holiday hard-on to you.” Beginning her dance and dragging her hands through her hair, Senna allowed her breasts to sway. She shifted her hips as if doing a Hawaiian Hula. Then she double-timed her hips, which shook her whole body. She let the ornaments dangle in Marcus’s face. She leaned forward and feigned a kiss to Marcus. She pulled back. Instead, she turned to Rosie. They kissed, eyes closed and tongues playing. Rosie pulling Senna’s head closer in passion. Marcus only stared at them, a dumbfounded stare and an opened jaw. Their kiss broke, and Rosie brushed her tongue across her own lips. “Sugar plum?” Senna winked knowingly. Senna didn’t give Marcus time to collect his mind. She straddled him. Her body moved liquidly over his lap. She rocked her hips, grinding with an unheard, rhythmic beat. In her play, she turned away to let him watch her ass bounce, the flesh wiggling wildly. Then Rosie saw enough of Senna on Marcus, so she left. She knew her husband would not notice her disappearance. Senna continued to press herself hard on Marcus to make sure his cock remained stiffened. She reengaged her forward-facing grind. She lifted her tits and let the ornaments wiggle merrily until they fell into Marcus’s lap. The man had been possessed. He reached for her breasts, but Senna slapped them. She backed away before he could touch her breasts. Marcus turned to Rosie. “Where’d—?” Senna smiled. “We saved the best package for last.” Rosie pulled back the black curtain. She wore a short, unbuttoned Christmas sweater and a garter belt of tinsel. She strutted with Senna’s same grace and courage. Rosie strode across the room. She danced and slowly came to her husband. She stopped, peeked over her shoulder toward him, and bent over to pick up an invisible something for Marcus’s pleasure. She knelt before Marcus and glanced up. She unwrapped his pants and kissed his dick. She then slid it into her mouth. However, her body jolted, and she nearly choked on his cock when Senna’s hands slid around her and tugged her hardened nipples. Senna’s hands slinked into Rosie’s pussy. The long fingers gracefully petted Rosie’s clit. Senna’s massage spun Rosie’s mind and caused electricity to course from her heart to her fingertips. She worked harder on Marcus, as an involuntary reaction. Rosie heard Marcus grunt, so she worked harder. After a tiny spritz of precum on her tongue, his warm cum filled her mouth. She swished it around in her mouth, feeling the same texture as a raw oyster. Seeing his orgasm, Senna attended intensely to Rosie, leading to her peak. As Senna let the couple recoup, Rosie whispered, “She was gorgeous.” “No,” Marcus disagreed, “you are.”

31 March 2025

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“I was told you could be a disobedient slut and needed a firm hand. Now, what do you say?” His hand came down on my arse. Hard. “Yes sir. I’m sorry, sir.” “Say it again.” Again his hand slapped my arse, hard. “Yes sir. I’m sorry, sir.” “And what else?” Whack. Again he slapped my arse, hard. “Thank you sir.” “Now maybe you’ll think before you let somebody else go down on you without my permission.” I have a new Master and Mistress. But I’m still learning what they expect, and sometimes I can be disobedient and need to be disciplined. Yesterday I was visiting a friend. Telling him about my new situation made me very horny. So he suggested he go down on me to give me some relief. How could I refuse? He led me into the bedroom. I took off my dress, lay naked on the bed and spread my legs wide. He knelt between my legs and went to work with his tongue. He licked around my clit until I was writhing with pleasure. Then he put a finger in my cunt and started to massage my g-spot. My whole body trembled and I was just about to explode when he stopped what he was doing. I whimpered. “Please, please don’t stop.” But he was insistent. “You won’t cum until I decide you can.” He put his tongue back on my clit and started licking slowly. I moaned He put his finger back in my cunt and massaged until he felt me start to tremble. Again he stopped. I was almost crying by this time. “Please, please.” I could barely get the words out. He watched me writhe on the bed, begging him to continue, and to let me cum. He leaned back down and put his tongue back on my clit. He licked around my clit and down to my cunt, tasting my pussy juices. Then he put his finger back in my cunt, and another one in my arse. I moaned. This time when I started trembling he didn’t stop. He kept licking my clit and fingering my cunt and my arse until I exploded and squirted over his face. Still he didn’t stop. He kept licking and fingering me and I kept cumming, and cumming. Now I was begging him to stop, to let me finish. But he kept going. Finally, when I thought I couldn’t take any more he stopped. Of course I had to tell my new Master about it. And of course I had to be disciplined for being a disobedient slut. So now I was naked, with my wrists shackled to the ceiling, while he slapped my arse. He was very practiced at it, and made sure to slap the same place every time for maximum impact. And he slapped hard. He brought his hand down again. “You will thank me for every one of these, until you understand what you have done. Every time you sit down for the next few days you will remember that being a disobedient slut has consequences.” “Yes sir, thank you sir.” “And you will not get any relief today.” He gave me 12 of his best with his hand. Then two with the paddle for good measure. Finally, when my arse was red and glowing he unshackled me. “Now I’ll let you suck my cock until I cum. Then you can go home and think about what you’ve done. “Maybe next time I’ll get the dirty boy who told me about you to come and fuck you. Then maybe you’ll learn to do as you’re told.” “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir. I will do whatever you tell me to.”

23 March 2025

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It’ll be 20 years ago next year since we met. I was mentally and emotionally fried and coming out of a short but nasty marriage. He was a lone wolf, looking for a woman who could take his thick 8” anally. We lived 20 minutes apart, and the meet-ups got hotter and harder and more frequent. Stress relief. His kisses were so perfect and warm; he aroused me just my meeting my lips with his own. We often got straight to business, and he loved my loud squeals as he drilled me deeply and roughly. One very special time, there was a bar stool he bent me over. He still mentions it when we reminisce. Life took a turn, as it always does. I needed to get my life into shape and into a more healthy and ambitious pattern. He moved away too, and the moments we had once shared became favourite memories. I cut communication, wanting to enable finding something real and conventional; ours was just animalistic and pure passion. We did reconnect some ten years ago, after he shared more of himself and his sexual inclinations. He’d experienced emasculation in a sissy dynamic and wanted to explore more, with me. I’d never had a dominant sexual role before, but the idea was incredibly hot to me. So we decided to meet up again, and this time, he’d be the one taking the cock. We both had an amazing night of fun together, but it’s true I didn’t feel confident or natural as his Mistress yet. It was so different to my entire sexual backstory, but I loved learning how to make love to him in his submission to me. We both wanted more, but the planets were misaligned. A decade has passed and we talk every day. Our deepest, darkest and most depraved thoughts and ideas can be spoken freely with one another, and always kept within the vault of secrecy we keep for each other. Neither of us want to muck around any more; we want to live our moments while we can. That means changing our lives to enable it. He will become my anal-only dominant, and I will take him as my sissy wife. He wants me to find another lover or two; for me to come home to him with my pussy well-used and my mind and heart full. We want to live out our fantasy life, and maybe that can become a vehicle for someone else living theirs too. And so the next adventure begins: the quest to find a discrete local man who wants a regular, passionate and ongoing sexual relationship, knowing that it’s not leading to sky-castles. Companionship and sex; one or two times per week.

10 March 2025

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What is it that makes pantyhose so sexual, alluring and arousing? Is it the way they define your legs without compare? Is it the frisson they give as your legs are gently caressed? Is it the way they grasp your cock and balls and encase your legs? Or is it the sensuous rasping sound of nylon against nylon as leg rubs against leg? For me, it's all of the above, individually or together. Sheer black pantyhose - the best lingerie a woman - or man - can possibly have. I actually get hard every time I slip some on and love to wank in them - the pre cum seeping out, wetting and then dripping down my legs. I test the breaking strength of nylon with my hardness, stretching the pantyhose, straining my cock. Do I cum inside the pantyhose or on them outside. I love both but I guess I prefer to cum on them so I rip the crotch open, rub my legs together, hearing that rasp, feeling that static, as I rub my engorged cock and feel a power surge from within. I control it, I really want to shoot my load hard. I finally succumb and spray my pantyhosed legs with three powerful, hard and big loads of warm creamy cum. Just need somebody to lick me clean now!

4 March 2025

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Adam was a man of control. It was in the way he moved — deliberate, assured. The way he spoke — calm yet edged with quiet authority. He had long since mastered the art of dominance — not just in play, but in life. It wasn’t about force. It was about presence. So when he met her, Brianna, he recognised the hunger in her eyes immediately. A need not yet fully realised. A longing for surrender she hadn’t yet named. She was new to this world, and he never took on someone lightly. Experience had taught him that guiding a submissive wasn’t just about pleasure. It was about trust. And trust wasn’t freely given; it was earned. Brianna was fire and uncertainty, testing boundaries even as she sought them. She had sent him an email - polite but laced with curiosity and defiance. "I THINK I’d like to be submissive, but I’m not sure what that means. Can you show me?" Adam didn’t rush. He never did. Their first meeting was nothing more than coffee, his sharp blue gaze assessing her while she fidgeted beneath his stare. “Tell me what you want,” he had said. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted. He smirked. “Then we start with control.” The next few weeks were a lesson in discipline. Not with ropes, not with cuffs - yet. No, the first thing he took was her time. A bedtime. A list of rules. A simple demand: *You will text me goodnight, every night, before midnight.* At first, she resisted. She wasn’t used to accountability. She skipped a night. He didn’t scold her. He didn’t punish. He simply didn’t respond the next morning. The absence of his attention stung more than any reprimand. The next night, the message came at 11:58 p.m. *Goodnight, Sir.* Only then did he reply. *Good girl.* That was the night she understood. The night she felt the shift. Over the next few weeks, he introduced more structure. No cursing in his presence. No slouching. A command to wear a certain colour on certain days. Small things that, to anyone else, would seem insignificant. But to Brianna, they were more than rules. They were a tether. A constant. She tested him, of course. Pushed back. One evening, she showed up to dinner wearing blue instead of the red he had instructed. She watched him carefully, waiting for anger. Instead, he simply leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady. “You knew the rule,” he said. “Yes, Sir.” “And you broke it.” A pause. “Yes.” “Why?” She swallowed. She didn’t know. Or maybe she did, but admitting it felt dangerous. He reached across the table, traced a finger along her wrist. Just that, nothing more, and her breath hitched. “Rules aren’t about punishment, Brianna,” he said. “They’re about trust. When you follow them, you’re choosing to give me control. When you don’t, you’re choosing to take it back. So tell me… do you want me to have it?” She exhaled, a slow, shaky breath. “Yes, Sir.” He nodded, satisfied. “Good. Then we move forward.” That night, when she sent her *Goodnight, Sir* text, there was something different in it. More than obligation. More than routine. This time, she wasn’t just following orders. This time, she was submitting. And Adam knew: *She’s ready for more.*

21 February 2025

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This happened few years ago. I was having a fwb arrangement with a gorgeous lady in Altona. Unfortunately she moved to another state. The knock on her door echoed through the quiet house, and I could already feel the adrenaline surging through my veins. I knew she was alone—her daughter was out, and the coast was clear. I adjusted the bag of toys slung over my shoulder, my heart pounding in anticipation. This was it. The moment we’d both been waiting for. I knocked again, harder this time, and heard the faint sound of her footsteps approaching. The door creaked open, and there she was—her wide eyes meeting mine, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. But before she could say a word, I lunged forward, my hand wrapping around her neck, pinning her against the wall. Her gasp was cut short as I pulled the cuffs from my pocket, securing her wrists behind her back with practiced ease. Jesus, her skin was so soft. She struggled, her voice trembling. “What are you—?” But I didn’t let her finish. I gripped her by the hair, yanking her forward and shoving her face down onto the table. Her breath hitched, her body tense as I ripped her pants down in one swift motion. The sound of my zipper cut through the air, and I could already see the wetness dripping down her thighs. I didn’t wait. I thrust into her, hard and deep, and she let out a strangled moan, her body arching against the table. Her dress hiked up, her ass pinned beneath me as I fucked her with abandon. Her hips bucked, trying to escape, but I held her down, my grip unyielding. “You’re not going anywhere,” I growled, my voice low and rough. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as she came, her wetness coating my cock. I didn’t let up, driving into her with relentless force, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. When I finally pulled out, I turned her around, shoving her to the floor. She knelt there, her eyes wide, her mouth open in protest, but I didn’t give her a chance to speak. I grabbed the back of her head, forcing my cock deep into her mouth. She gagged, her eyes watering as I thrust in and out, her cuffed hands useless at her sides. “Do you love the taste of your cum?” I demanded, my voice dark and commanding. She could only moan, her throat vibrating around me as I fucked her mouth, her saliva and her own juices dripping down her chin. When I finally released her, I dragged her by the hair, her body limp as I threw her onto the bed. I ripped her clothes off, her naked body sprawled before me, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. I grabbed the rope, tying her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, spreading her wide open for me. Her eyes darted to mine, a mix of fear and excitement. I reached for the choke and blindfold, securing them in place, leaving her in darkness. I could hear her breathing quicken. I traced the whip along her breasts, feeling her shiver beneath me. Then, without warning, I brought it down, the sharp crack echoing through the room. She screamed, her body jerking against the restraints, but I didn’t stop. I moved the whip lower, teasing her dripping pussy, and brought it down again. Her cries turned to moans, her hips thrusting upward, begging for more. I could see her juices pooling beneath her, the bed soaking wet as I continued to whip her, each strike bringing her closer to the edge. She was losing control, her body writhing, her moans growing louder. I dropped the whip, my cock aching as I positioned myself between her legs. I thrust into her without warning, her tight walls gripping me as I fucked her with abandon. Her screams were muffled by the gag, her body convulsing as she came, over and over again. When I finally came inside her, filling her with my cum, I released the restraints, pulling her into my arms. I removed the blindfold and gag, her eyes meeting mine, her lips swollen and trembling. “Did you enjoy that?” I whispered, my voice soft now. She kissed me passionately, her arms wrapping around my neck. “Thanks, Shan. It was amazing. I lost count of how many times I came.” We laid there for a while, our bodies entwined, the heat between us still smouldering. I ordered some food, and we settled in to watch a movie. But halfway through, my hand found its way between her legs, my fingers rubbing her clit. She gasped, her body arching toward me. “Please, fuck me like I’m your slut.” I didn’t need to be asked twice. I got on my knees, my tongue flicking against her clit as she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair. She came hard, her juices spilling out as she cried out my name. I looked up at her, my cock throbbing. “You want me to fuck you like a slut?” “Yes,” she breathed, her eyes dark with desire. I climbed on top of her, my cock sliding into her wetness as she wrapped her legs around my waist. “Say it again.” “Fuck me like I’m your slut,” she moaned, her nails digging into my back. And I did.

12 February 2025

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I once tied myself up while my house mate was out. I dressed up in her clothes wearing her flight centre uniform and used ropes and her scarves to bind myself. I used a scarf to shove in my mouth and a big red ball gag to gag myself as well as med wrap around to hold it in place. I could hardly make a sound. I hand cuffed myself to my ropes around my feet into a hog tie. I loved it. The thrill of being bound was so exciting. I could not believe I did it to myself. I wish I was being used by a mistress. After about 30mins i realized I had lost the key on the floor. I panicked. I struggled and moaned for another hour and a half! I was able to roll myself down off the bed and onto the floor to finally find the key and finally getting myself free. This gave me 10mins to get changed put all my stuff and her stuff away before she got home. She did ask me why I had marks on my face and wrists. I then bought her a scarf for a birthday gift, but secretly used it while she was out. Haha

1 February 2025

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Amelia's heart raced as she entered the dimly lit room, her eyes slowly adjusting to take in the unfamiliar surroundings. Plush velvet curtains in deep crimson hung from ceiling to floor, and flickering candles cast dancing shadows across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and leather. She ran her fingers nervously over the smooth silk of her robe, hyper-aware of her nakedness underneath. Master J had instructed her to disrobe before entering, and she had complied with trembling hands. Now she stood just inside the doorway, unsure where to look or what to do next. A low, rich voice came from the shadows. "Come closer, pet." Amelia's breath caught in her throat as she took a few hesitant steps forward. As her eyes adjusted further, she began to make out more details of the room. Gleaming metal hooks hung from the ceiling. An ornate wooden chest stood in one corner, its contents a mystery that made her shiver with equal parts fear and excitement. Master J emerged from the darkness, his tall frame cutting an imposing figure. He wore fitted black pants and nothing else, his muscled chest bare. In one hand he held a leather flogger, its many strands swaying gently as he moved. "Are you ready to begin your journey, pet?" he asked, his voice a silky purr. Amelia wanted to answer but couldn’t find her voice, all she could do was nod. A thrill of anticipation coursed through her as Master J approached, his eyes roaming over her body with open appreciation... Master J circled Amelia slowly, drinking in every curve and contour of her body. His fingertips ghosted over her shoulders, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Amelia shivered. "Such a lovely pet," he murmured. "So responsive already." He stood before her, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, but there was also warmth there, a silent promise of safety. "We'll start slow," Master J said. "Remember your safe word?" "Red," Amelia whispered. "Good girl. Now, hands behind your back." Amelia complied, clasping her hands at the small of her back. Master J produced a length of soft rope, skillfully binding her wrists together. The rope was snug but not uncomfortable, holding her arms securely in place. "How does that feel?" he asked. "Good," Amelia breathed. Master J guided her to the center of the room where a padded bench awaited. He moved her over it, her torso resting on the cushioned surface while her legs remained on the floor. "Spread your legs for me, pet." Amelia hesitated only a moment, her face flushing as she exposed herself fully. Master J ran a hand appreciatively down her spine. "Beautiful," he praised. "Now, I'm going to start with the flogger. Just light strokes to warm you up. Tell me if it's too much." The first whisper-soft lashes across her back and bottom made Amelia gasp. It was a new sensation, not quite pain, but intense stimulation that sent sparks of pleasure. As Master J continued, gradually increasing the force, Amelia found herself pushing back into the strikes, craving more. Moans of pleasure filled the room as the flogging intensified. Her skin tingled and burned deliciously. She felt herself growing wet, her inhibitions melting away under Master J's skilled attention. When he finally set the flogger aside, Amelia whimpered at the loss. But then she felt his hands on her, massaging her heated skin, soothing and arousing in equal measure. His touch dipped lower, probing between her legs. "So wet for me already," he growled approvingly. "Such an eager little submissive." Amelia could only moan in response as his fingers worked their magic, bringing her right to the edge of climax before withdrawing. She writhed against the bench, desperate for more. "Please," she begged. "Please, Master." "Patience, pet," he chuckled. "We're only just beginning..." A finger circled round and round teasing her mercilessly, drawing soft whimpers from Amelia. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Not yet, my pet. I want you aching for it." He withdrew his hand, leaving Amelia trembling with need. She heard him move away, followed by the sound of the wooden chest creaking open. Her imagination ran wild wondering what implement he might choose next. Amelia gasped as something cool and smooth traced down her spine - a Wartenberg wheel. The pinpricks of sensation made her squirm. Master J rolled it over her shoulders, down her arms, across her sensitive sides. When he reached her inner thighs, Amelia couldn't help but cry out. "So responsive," he murmured approvingly. "Let's see how you handle this." The wheel was replaced by something soft brushing her skin - a feather perhaps? It danced over her body, alternating with sharp little nips that must have been from a crop. The contrasting sensations had Amelia writhing. Master J kept her on edge for what felt like hours, introducing her to a whole array of implements - silky scarves, rough rope, biting clamps, tingling electro-wands. He built her arousal higher and higher, only to back off each time she neared climax. Just when Amelia thought she couldn't take anymore, Master J's hands were on her again, lifting her from the bench. He guided her to a padded X-frame on the wall, securing her wrists and ankles with leather cuffs. Amelia's legs trembled as Master J knelt before her. His tongue found her center, lapping and sucking with practiced skill. Two fingers slid inside, curling to hit just the right spot. “Don’t you dare come” Master J's talented tongue and fingers worked in tandem, bringing Amelia to the brink of ecstasy. She strained against her bonds, every muscle taut as she fought to obey his command. Sweat glistened on her flushed skin as she panted and moaned. "Please," she whimpered. "I can't... I need..." He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against her most sensitive flesh. "You can and you will," he said firmly. "Show me your control." Amelia bit her lip, focusing all her willpower on holding back the tide of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. Master J resumed his ministrations, alternating between feather-light touches and firm pressure. Stars danced behind Amelia's closed eyelids as the sensations built to an almost unbearable intensity. Just when she thought she might shatter, Master J withdrew completely. Amelia's eyes flew open to see him standing before her, chest heaving. His gaze was dark with desire as he took in her trembling form. "You've done so well, pet," he praised. "I think you've earned a reward." He reached for something on a nearby table - a small bullet vibrator. Amelia's breath hitched as he pressed it against her, the low hum sending shivers through her over sensitized body. Master J's free hand caressed her face tenderly. "You may come now," he murmured. The permission unleashed a tidal wave of sensation. Amelia cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her body convulsing in the restraints. Master J held the vibrator steady, drawing out her climax until she was limp and gasping. As the aftershocks subsided, he gently removed the vibrator and began unfastening her bonds. Amelia's legs gave out as soon as she was free, but Master J caught her easily in his strong arms. He carried her to a plush lounge in the corner, cradling her against his chest. "You were magnificent," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to her hair. "How do you feel?" Amelia took stock of her body - pleasantly sore, utterly relaxed, and more satisfied than she'd ever been. "Amazing," she breathed. "That was... incredible." Master J chuckled warmly, reaching for a bottle of water and helping her take small sips. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. We'll take things slow, build up your endurance over time." As Amelia nestled against him, she knew this was only the beginning of her journey into submission. She couldn't wait to explore further with her skilled and attentive Dom.

31 January 2025

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The secret apartment was our sanctuary. Hidden away from the demands of daily life, it was a place where the world fell away, leaving only us. The dim lighting cast a soft glow over the room, its warmth reflected in his eyes as I leaned against the edge of the bed, inviting him closer. He stood before me, his shirt unbuttoned, hanging loose on his broad shoulders, I reached out, my fingers brushing over his chest and down to his waistband. His breath hitched at the contact, and I smiled, already savoring the power I held in this moment. “Come here,” I whispered, my voice low and commanding. He obeyed, stepping closer until I could feel his heat, his need, pressing against me. I unfastened his belt, slow and deliberate, the metallic jingle breaking the quiet as his trousers fell to the floor. My hands grazed over his thighs, tracing the firmness of his muscles before moving upward to cup him through the thin fabric of his briefs. He was already hard, and I could feel his body responding to the smallest touch. I looked up, meeting his gaze, and saw the hunger in his eyes, the anticipation mingled with submission. I slid his briefs down, and his cock sprang free, thick and hard, the skin warm and smooth beneath my fingers. I wrapped one hand around him, stroking him with slow, deliberate motions, teasing the head with my thumb, watching as his lips parted and his breath caught in his throat. “You’re so responsive,” I murmured, tightening my grip just enough to make him shudder. “I wonder how long you can last for me.” His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his self-control evident in the way he held back the urge to touch me. I relished his restraint, knowing how much he wanted to let go, to take control, but I wasn’t ready to give it to him. Not yet. I leaned forward, my breath hot against his skin as I let my tongue slide over him. He groaned, a low, guttural sound that sent a thrill through me. My hands worked him with practiced precision, alternating between firm strokes and soft, teasing caresses, each movement designed to bring him closer to the edge without allowing him release. “Look at me,” I commanded, and his eyes opened, dark with lust and desperation. “I want to see everything you’re feeling.” I rose from where I sat, trailing my hands down his torso, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath my fingertips. His body swayed toward mine, drawn like a magnet, but I pressed a firm hand against his chest, guiding him backward. “Lay down,” I murmured, my voice soft yet commanding, watching as his knees bent and he sank onto the edge of the bed. I nudged him further, my hands never leaving his skin, coaxing him to lie back until his head met the pillows. His body sprawled out before me, every inch of him exposed and vulnerable. I stood over him for a moment, drinking in the sight, the heat in his eyes meeting mine, before climbing onto the bed to join him, ready to continue my teasing torment. His gaze was raw, vulnerable, a mirror of his need as I pushed him closer and closer to the brink. I could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles trembled as he fought to hold on. “You’re so good for me,” I whispered, my voice dripping with praise. “Letting me control you like this, trusting me to keep you right where I want you.” I tightened my grip slightly, increasing the pace just enough to make his breath hitch, then slowed again, watching his frustration and desire flicker across his face. His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more, but I pulled back, denying him the release he craved. “Not yet,” I said softly, a teasing smile playing on my lips. “I’m not done with you.” His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, and I felt his cock twitch in my hands, straining against the restraint I held over him. The power in this moment was intoxicating, the way he surrendered himself to me, completely vulnerable and utterly mine. I leaned up, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that was both tender and possessive, my hand never stopping its slow, torturous rhythm. “You’ll come when I say,” I whispered against his lips. “Not a moment before.” And with that, I returned to my work, drawing out every gasp, every shudder, every ounce of pleasure, savouring the way his body responded to my touch. I could feel his restraint slipping as I continued to edge him, taking him to the brink and pulling him back each time. His body quaked with need, his hands gripping the sheets beside him as though tethering himself to reality. Every time his hips bucked or his breath hitched, I slowed my strokes, letting him simmer in the delicious agony of anticipation. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” I teased, my lips brushing against his ear, my voice dripping with sweet cruelty. “But you’re not there yet. Not until I say so.” He groaned, a desperate sound that sent a thrill through me. His entire body was taut, clenching with each teasing flick of my wrist. I let my tongue glide over his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat as I quickened my pace, my hand slick and warm as it moved over his cock. His breathing grew ragged, his muscles trembling beneath my touch. Just as I felt his body begin to tighten, teetering on the edge, I stopped. My hand stilled, holding him firmly but giving no more. He gasped, his eyes snapping open to meet mine, filled with both frustration and raw need. “You’re torturing me,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust. I smirked, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth, my other hand sliding up his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart. “That’s the point, my love,” I murmured. “I want to see you completely undone. I want to watch you fall apart for me.” I gave him a moment to recover, to catch his breath, before I began again, slower this time. My hand moved with an almost lazy rhythm, the sensation so gentle it was maddening. I watched every flicker of emotion cross his face, every gasp and groan as I brought him to the edge once more. “Please,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I can’t take it anymore.” His plea sent a surge of satisfaction through me. I knew he was mine, completely at my mercy, and I savored the moment as I picked up the pace, my strokes firm and deliberate. This time, I didn’t stop. “Let go,” I whispered, my voice soft but commanding. “I want you to come for me. Now.” His entire body tensed, his head tilting back as a shuddering groan escaped his lips. I felt him pulse in my hand as he finally released, his climax crashing over him like a wave. His chest heaved, his muscles trembling as I stroked him through it, drawing out every last bit of his pleasure. I watched him intently, drinking in the way his face contorted with ecstasy, the way his body surrendered completely to the sensations I had built up in him. His eyes fluttered open, dazed and filled with a soft, sated glow as he looked at me. I brought my lips to his, kissing him deeply, a kiss that was equal parts possessive and tender. “You’re beautiful like this,” I whispered against his mouth, my hands gently caressing his thighs now, soothing him as he came down. He laughed breathlessly, his body still trembling as he pulled me into his arms. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured, his voice warm and full of affection. “Then I’ll make sure it’s worth it,” I replied, a mischievous grin on my lips as I nestled into him, both of us basking in the afterglow of our secret, stolen moment. In this private world we’d created, nothing existed but us, and I was determined to let us enjoy every moment of it.

19 January 2025

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I've strapped you to the sex seat, your arms pulled tight behind you, I've joined them to your ankles. You can't move and every small move you do make; every breath you take, moves your breasts up and down. I travel my hand slowly down the side of your neck, across your right breast, over your stomach, stopping to cup your pussy in my hand. You squirm, desperate to feel the friction on your clit, easing away the growing ache. But I'm not ready for you to come yet, in fact, it is my right not to let you cum tonight, not if I don't want you to. As you start rubbing yourself against my hand I give you the friction you crave. As you work yourself over my hand, I pull away, sharply smacking your clit and pussy in the process. You gasp. I use my other hand to grip your jaw, forcing your mouth open and with it, your tongue rolls out. I bring my still wet hand up to your mouth and rub my palm against it. Making you lick and suck away your juices from my hand. I pull away, walking to our toy box and pulling out a favourite, the penis gag. Opening your mouth wide I shove it in. Securing it around your head without allowing you to adjust to it. Running my hands down your body again, I stop to palm your breasts, grabbing them and squeezing them between my hands. You moan, then whimper as my grip becomes tights. A sigh of relief escapes as I let go of your breasts, but it doesn't last long as I latch onto your nipples. Twisting, pulling and flicking them until they are a nice bright red. Your gasp has me looking at your face, a small mess now with your saliva dripping down your chin. I grin delighted at the sight. I reach around to pull on a glove. Your eyes giving me a questioning look. Pulling out a small jar of tiger palm I lift it up and under your nose, making you smell the potent cream before dabbing some on my finger. You start to whimper, knowing the sensation is about to come. I rub my fingers over your nipples, pulling and twisting, making sure the cream covers the entirety of your already red nipples. I sit back and take off my glove, enjoying the way your body arches and moans begging for some relief. Before long your moans start to come to a stop. Your face, your chin, a mess of a mix of wet and dry saliva. I slowly undo your gag. sliding it out and placing it out of the way. I come back, massaging your jaw, telling you it will need to be ready for when it takes my cock. Undoing the intricate rope work connecting you from the seat. I pick you up and put you on the bed. Giving you a moment to collect yourself, I wander to the toy box to gather more toys. Seeing you attempt to wipe the drool from your face, I smack your hands away with a gruff, leave it. Attaching the hands back to your ankles, I go a step further and wrap rope around your knees, connecting them to your neck. Every time you attempt to squirm away, the rope tightens around your neck, not cutting off your supply of oxygen, but just enough to let you know that you are not in control. That you won't be in control. Setting down in front of you, I run my hand across your pussy and your arse. Feeling that you are nice and wet I slide my hard cock in. Sliding in until my cock hits just the right spot, the spot I know your eyes roll to the back of your head. I begin to fuck you. Gripping your shoulders, I angle my hips at just the right angle, the angle I know you like, hitting your g spot time and time again. Just as you are about to come, I pull out. Leaving a small trail of my cum behind dripping out of your pussy. I tut and begin to push it back in. Your panting, breathless and a mess. But as I grin at you, you know there will be no sweet relief, no orgasm for you just yet. Moving away from you, I collect a new glove and the still open jar of tiger balm. Knowing it's no use, you close your mouth and await the sensations. I spread a small amount of tiger balm over your clit and the ring of your arse. Your back arches, tightening the rope around your neck and making you gasp. I watch and wait as you gain control of your breath. Rubbing circles over your legs and stomach with my hands. Murmuring words of praise. Once you have control, I attach clamps to your pussy lips, stretching and opening them wide. Exposing your clit, I blow a breath of air, instantly your pussy clenches. I groan. Knowing that your pussy would be feeling great clenching around my cock. But not yet. I'll be coming in your arse tonight. With your clit still exposed, I move around to the end of the bed, hovering over your mouth. I grab your shoulders and pull you back so your head tilts off the bed. I plunge my cock into your throat. Pulling out there is a trail of saliva adding to the mess you made earlier. I moan as my cock hits your throat. Telling you to relax your throat and to take a breath, I inch in slowly but determinedly. Pulling out I reach down and slap your exposed clit. You jerk, tightening the rope. I push back in and hold myself as deep as I can. I can feel your throat working on my cock. Squeezing it like it's the only place it's meant to be. Here, whilst in this position, your clit glistening with your juices. I begin to smack it. Forcing your throat to constrict around my cock with each smack. You're so close to cumming and so am I. But there will be no orgasms yet. I remind you. Pulling from your throat, I walk around and position myself where I want. I smother lube over you arse and my cock. You smile at me and I smile back at you. Pushing my cock into your arse. I go slowly, letting you adjust and relax around my cock. Soon I'm thrusting into your arse, feeling my orgasm approaching I clamp my fingers around your clit. Slightly using my fingernails to ensure your pain over rides your pleasure. I cum, filling your arse with my cum and once again marking you as mine. I pull out, leaving you panting, a mess and in need. Gabbing a wash cloth, I clean you up and untie you. Promising your orgasm in our next session.

12 January 2025

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