He is normally scheduled one ruined orgasm a week. If we fail to ruin it properly, a week is added to his next one. He can recover some of the added time by consuming his semen orally. If he does this, a dice is rolled and number rolled is subtracted from the fourteen days for his next one.
If it was successfully ruined, he can consume it, we will roll the dice, and the week gets shortened by the number rolled. In this case, rolling a six can earn him another ruined orgasm the very next day.
Giving you something for your upset tummy and holding you in a vice-grip in my lap until all those icky feelings push their way into your diaper.
"That's it, little stinker, hm? Just let it all out. Mommy's here."
Hello, Princess. I told my friend that I'm into chastity and she's been very supportive and curious about it when I bring it up. Do you have any advice on how to ask her to hold my keys?
Honestly at this point if she already knows and is supportive it’s kinda rude not to offer her your keys
For me, facesitting always seemed to be just another male fantasy, and I only did it as a special treat for him. Whenever I tried to sit on his face, it did feel good. It got me revved up as his tongue technique is stellar, but the position was never quite right for me to really let go and experience orgasm.
Having to maintain balance, ensuring he could breathe, and worrying about hurting him with my weight was too much of a distraction to be able to cum. That’s why I have always preferred to lay back, get comfortable, and let him go down on me.
Recently, when I decided to treat him in this manner, my opinion changed completely. I don’t really know what was different this time from the others, maybe practice makes perfect, but it seemed much better.
I enjoyed a nice slow buildup as he took his time, just enjoying my taste. With my eyes closed, I got lost in my fantasy world, and before I knew it, I was so close.
Forgetting in that instant that I was sitting on his face and needed to be careful not to hurt him, I lost control of myself and started grinding hard into his face, taking all the pleasure and sensation I could possibly get, and giving myself an amazing orgasm.
And you know what? It didn’t hurt him in the least and he didn’t die of suffocation. When I got off of his face he looked like a drowned rat, but he was grinning and told me how awesome it was, that he enjoyed it as much as I did. It left him extremely sexually frustrated which is always a good thing.
Knowing that I just rode his face as hard as I could, driving myself into him with all my might, I realized that I don’t have to worry about hurting him any longer.
If it could be this good consistently, I would want to facesit him for my own pleasure, not just as a treat for him. The last few times, I just sat my full weight on him and truly enjoyed myself. It was so hot when he was struggling, turning his face side to side, trying to get air.
I love that I have more control of the action, bearing down on him in the moments when I want more sensation, and lifting off when I want to calm down a bit. I now like the fact that he doesn’t make me orgasm, rather, I remain in control and initiate the orgasm myself exactly when I want it.
We aren’t having sex. I am just using him as a tool to masturbate myself on.
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