When most kinksters think of a dom, they don’t think of the type that I am. More often than not, I submit to my whim. I fling it out, let it have control, see where it takes us, and enjoy the ride.
Sometimes it leads to a moment. A very simple moment. Position one hand so the fingers are exposing that clit, forearm resting on the thigh so that any squirming brings your hand with it, the other holding a toy with casual precision. It’s so unfair that this is all that’s needed to feel that delicious sense of vulnerable, exposed, “oh, I’m so fucked!” sinking in, giving that sensation on your clit a context that forces you to an orgasm faster than this toy ever could if you were the one holding it, alone, in your bed.
Yes, that moment. And it’s so easy to stretch that moment for as long as I like, watching your squirming, hearing your sounds, feeling you tense up trying to hold back yet another orgasm.
Eventually, I know I’ll want a different moment. When that time comes, I’ll accept it. Until then, though, this moment is all.
Update: The castle as of April 2015 is actually only around $1,300,000 USD now due to the currency exchange rates! 😀
this goes even further, some European countries will give you a castle for free if you submit a plan stating how you intend to restore or preserve it. Italy alone for example has somewhere between 100 and 300 castles they intend to give away to anyone with intent to be a caretaker, they literally cant keep track of how many discount castles are up for grabs
it doesn’t even have to be an ambitious plan, even if it says you just intend to keep it from becoming more shitty and will occasionally add a few bricks when you can afford it. given that most of them come with land you could convert the grounds to actually produce enough income to pay for the repairs- like setting up apple trees and brewing cider you sell with your castle name on the bottle, or raising some goats for cheese, a hobby farm could turn this into an actual income opportunity. hell, throwing parties at the castle could make it an income opportunity
they will literally –GIVE– you a castle to make sure someone is taking care of it rather then let them all sit empty
I greeted him at the door on 4" heels, a high ponytail, and a satin apron.
He pushed me into my apartment with hungry kisses and desperate gropes.
I peeled back the layers of a long day at work: briefcase with a thud by the door and the friction of his belt through each belt loop. The buckle jingling as it fell to the floor.
He bent me over the table and thrust himself against my back and ass before unzipping and revealing his excitement to me. I ran the stiletto heel up his inseam while using the mental map of his body to guide my hands to revisit my treasure.
His mouth and hands raced to discover every spot that would make me gasp or moan. I cocked my head and squirmed in the shadow of his stature. The high ponytail danced against my skin.
He grasped my long brown tresses at the tip and recalled all the photos and videos in his wank bank of arched backs and bent necks.
He yanked so hard that he herniated C5-6. During the surgery for my artificial disc replacement, my surgeon found a bone shard 3mm from my spinal cord.
The man who whispered in my ear of how i was “marriage material” moved to Toronto 2 weeks after he damn near made me into a quadriplegic. He closed on a house the day of my surgery.
To this day, I jump when someone puts their hands near my head. My ears ring constantly. And every time I see one of you all post a photo of someone having their hair pulled, I think about all the pain one dumb, badly-executed move caused me.
1. Get consent.
2. Give warning.
3. Grab slowly and smoothly at the roots
4. Movement comes from the wrist (minimizes chance of injury to directional force)
5. If need be, let the person with the hair being pulled hold on to your wrist to either limit your movement or as a failsafe.
6. Over time develop trust with your partner to dial up neck extension, force, or speed.
All that and the fucker never even gave me a single orgasm.
Too important not to reblog
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I am so sorry for what you experienced @ifitpleasuresme. Thank you for sharing this wake-up call.
Signal boost. If you go charging into a scene thinking you can act like they act in those gonzo BDSM porn loops, you’re a fool. Always keep the Safe in Safe, Sane, and Consensual. If you are not absolutely sure of what you’re doing in a scene, don’t fucking do it.
Even a wake call for 24/7 dynamics, because it’s too easy to become complacent with your play, and forget to check in with your partner about if anything has changed.
This wasiin my que.. but @hiswifeslut hit the real nail on the head here!
I had a much lighter experience – where after some rough face fucking in an awkward position, I awoke the next morning unable to rotate my neck all the way. The chiropractor said 3 of my cervical vertebrae had been rotated or slipped. I don’t even know what I came up with as an excuse for that one lol. He was able to adjust them back into place.
It’s important to know how to take care of acute injuries- I actually had to wait two days because it was the weekend to see my chiropractor. In the mean time I iced my neck and took ibuprofen. Had the injury been more severe there is a real chance that even just swelling and inflammation could cause irreparable damage to the spinal cord or surrounding structures. Ice and ibuprofen are go-to when you need to treat acute injuries that have caused or could cause dangerous inflammation.
The neck is such a common feature in sex and bdsm play. It’s so important to be aware of how it’s angled and how it’s handled during sex and scenes. Always put safety first and remember to pull- not yank on anyone’s hair or head!!
I was very sad to read the OP. I am so glad the OP posted it though because it is such an important message that needs to echo throughout the bdsm and even vanilla communities.
I come back to this post pretty often. I actively and deliberately seek it out.
You want to know why?
Because this is the harsh reality of the potential damage that kink done improperly can cause.
It’s very easy to get caught up in all the extreme activities and the rough and tumble type of play that we all love, but every so often we need to all be given a reality check that firmly plants our feet back on the ground. Something that forces us to revalue the mantra of “Safe, Sane and Consensual.”
This post for me is my wake-up all. It humbles me and grounds me every single time I read it, and I applaud with all the strength in my hands the woman that was courageous enough to post it.
Safety always comes first and I’ll be damned if I ever forget it.
Reblogging in honour of 5 years post-surgery ❤️
Everyone following me should heed this WARNING, and guys just so you know it is also possible to actually break your penis (thus the term broke dick) internally. Just because you see it in porn doesn’t mean it’s completely safe to try at home.
I have heard this literally hundreds of times when asking a submissive what they want from their Dominant partner.
I want to compare the fantasy to the reality for a moment.
What goes through your head when you imagine this? Are you bound painfully, like the girl above? Or are you bound in a comfortable position?
Are you left there when your partner is finished, so that they may return at their leisure when they want to use you again? Are you left, hole gaping, cum running down your legs, straining against the chains, desperate for more? But forced to wait?
Or it this a one time thing? Do you want to be released when they finish, unchained so that you can turn and clean them with your tongue? Or carried to the shower to be washed off before being put to bed?
The point is, to tell someone that you want to be tied up and used, no matter how tight you are thinking, that line leaves a lot of lose ends.
Think your fantasies through, communicate them in detail, and help your partner give you a night that you will never forget.
It started as a little game between Lucy and me. I’d tease her and she’d blush and pout.
“You know the only reason I like you is because of your big tits,” I’d say, pushing her into a corner and feeling her up.
“Rude! How could you say that!” she’d whine, but her eyes gave her away.
Sometimes I’d lead her into bathrooms or closets at parties and make her show me. If there were any doubt of her love for the game it disappeared when I saw the speed in which she pulled up her blouse. The way she bit her bottom lip, waiting to be felt up, begging to be useful.
At some point other people in our little friends group caught on. It became a running gag. We only keep Lucy around for her tits. She’d like a stuffed animal, good for squeezing and cuddling up to. She was one of those little stress balls, something to knead and hold and focus on to get your mind off things.
Once in awhile, when I had her against a wall, greedily squeezing them and sucking on them, I’d feel a pang of fear. I’d kiss her neck and whisper to her.
“You know you’re a sweet girl. Pretty and smart. A good friend and a lovely toy.”
And she would go quiet and nod.
“I need to hear that sometimes too,” she would whisper back, a secret within the secret.
“I don’t have to be so mean,” I’d say, letting her go for a moment.
And her eyes would flash wide.
“I- I mean- I like it a lot. Maybe- maybe you could even be a little meaner? Just a little?” She would say in her littlest voice.
Then I’d laugh at her. Laugh in her face.
“God, you’re even more pathetic than I thought,” I’d chuckle.
“Anyhow, you do have one more useful thing about you. And knowing how gross you are I bet that other useful thing is soaking wet right now.”
Then she would gasp and her embarrassment was like a drug for me.
“Don’t cum! You know we only use you so intensely like this because we get so turned on to watch you suffer, to need to be used harder and harder. I love fucking you when that hole of ours is clenching, trying to hold back. I love listening to the moans that fill the room when your tongue goes into that frenzied desperate need.
“Hold back, toy. Hold back, suffer for us. Show us what you’re willing to do in order to be used like this again and again.
"Convince us that we should keep you in this state forever and we might even bring friends over to use you, too. Would you like that, toy? Would you like to wonder, every time you come over, every time someone knocks on our door, how many people will enjoy using you? Laughing at how wet and eager it makes you? Asking you all sorts of humiliating questions that you know you’d better answer honestly? Questions about when you last had an orgasm? Questions about your fantasies? Questions about how you feel when you haven’t cum in such a long time with no. end. in. sight?
"Would you like that? Is that why you’re clenching even tighter? Do you like hearing that I’m about to cum from thinking of more and more ways you use you and make your clit ache constantly? More and more ways to help you be a good tease toy?
"I’m going to pound into this hole and use it for my pleasure, and then I’m going to enjoy stopping, sliding out, and considering if I’m going to be generous and make you keep going or if I want to be cruel and let you calm down while I watch you ache, empty and hungry for more.
"Nope. Better yet, I’m going to pull out now, and just tease you with my cock until you make her cum again. Mmmm, so desperate, aren’t you? So delicious to watch you, to hear you whine when I stop making it worse for you. Good toy. Good tease toys need to cum. Feel that ache, let it fuel your tongue.
"That’s it. Make her cum, toy. Make her cum and I promise I’ll slide it back in, and after I cum I’ll make you edge for me until I’m ready to use you some more. That’s what you really need, don’t you? You need to be teased and edged and use until you’re a begging, horny mess that gets more and more turned on every time you think about how we own your orgasms, and we know how much it turns on to be told no, no, you’re not going to cum no matter how much you beg, because you’re so much more fun to use.
"Good toy! I love watching her cum on your face. I bet you’re so ready for me to slide back in, aren’t you? Edge for me. Edge for me and show me how much you want to suffer for me, how much you need to be used, and denied, and used, and denied.
"No no, you don’t get to beg while your tongue has a more important use, toy!”
“Mmmm, don’t stop, even as I slide iiiiiin…. and ouuut. Innnn… and ouuut. Fuck that feels good. Rub that clit harder, toy! You will keep edging until we have other uses for those hands! Keep shoving yourself against that edge and feel me slide, iiiiiiiiin… and ouuuuuuut. Iiiiin…
"Ugh, I can’t stand it!” I suddenly pull out of you, shove her over, fuck her hard until we cum loudly, then cuddle as we decadently watch and listen to you desperately await permission to stop edging, your mind torn between wanting permission to stop and wanting to continue being entertaining for us. Yet we all know what you really want, don’t we?
talking to me like that and i will be a complete mess in 5-10 minutes, how is anyone supposed to survive~?
Careful browsing tumblr, you might end up getting your mind zapped, blanked, hypnotized into masturbating and groping yourself on a webcam and sending the file to your new master. Unless you’re into that.
I must do more hypno… Seriously, how great is this animation…
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