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The young Domme found that her chunky boot soles provided a far more interesting challenge for her boot loving cucks……

While they’re labouring to please, she’s relaxing with a nice drink.

Doesn't it look enticing? Don't you want to know what the inside feels like? What happens if you feel it cover your face, the light slowly fading away~

Booties and Babyhood…

How small is she expecting I wonder?

Argue, I dare you

"If you're not on your knees and presenting me with your wallet by the time I count to three, I'm going to post the video of you licking my shoes, with all of your family and friends tagged.

One... Two..."

Fortune Faded

“Nuh uh, cutie, eyes up here. It’s not dinner time, is it, mister? Boobies aren’t for fun anymore, are they?”

Ughhh, not this again.

“N-no, Mommy…”

“That’s right, baby boy! And why is that, kiddo? Can you be Mommy’s little smartie?”

“Cause I’m a baby, Mommy.”

Look what she’s reduced you to.

“Good boy! Yes you are! A silly baby with no need for big boy fun! Nope! Poof gone! Isn’t life so much better now that you’re pampered?”

Not in the slightest.

You whimper despite your best efforts.

“What’s that, crinklebutt? Does my little pamper packer miss being a big boy? Well, that’s too bad, honey. Mommy needs a real man—not a pathetic baby who can’t keep his diapie clean!”

You know better than to argue. She’s trained you well.

“S-sorry…”

“I’m not sorry! You’re adorable like this! All desperate for Mommy, but knowing you’ll never, ever get her again. I could just eat you up, baby!”

All you can do is cover your face in shame.

“Awww, where’d my baby go, hmm? Is hims shy now? Is it a bummer only having a soggy diapie to make hims humpy-wumpies in?”

“M-mommyyyy stoppp!”

“Sorry, kiddo, but that’s life! You deserve this. You deserve your warm diaper you can’t keep clean. You deserve never being with a woman ever again.”

“It’s not my fault! I didn’t ask for this!”

“Listen, diaper boy. It doesn’t matter why your diaper is dirty, all that matters is you can’t help but end up with a soggy, mushy diapie between your legs.”

She pats your soggy diaper.

“Mommy could never be with someone like you. You had your chance, tinklepants. It’s over. Your little peepee is as useless as the dirty diapies in your pail.”

“B-but…”

“But…what? What are you not getting, sweetie? Everything happens in your diapie…everything! The only time you get to touch Mommy is when it’s time for nummies, understand?”

“Y-yes, Mommy…”

“You’re so sweet. Now, do you want to make your crinkles or are you going to keep being fussy?”

“Wasn’t fussy!”

“Oh? Wrong answer, kiddo.”

“N-no! Pleaaaase! Mommy I’m sorry!”

“Too late, little one. You can explain your little diapie tent to your babysitter. Mommy has a date. Bye, baby!”

"If you ask nicely, I'll let you lick the shit off of my boot."

I cannot get over how adorable it is to find blogs that call themselves "switches" when every post is just so undeniably little.

I get it, little guy (its always dudes). You want to be seen as a big kid; all little ones do! You're not just a ridiculous pamper packer, right?

But kiddo, be honest with yourself. Do you really think a cute diaper girl could ever submit to someone as silly as you?

You're as serious as a crayon.

So stop pretending. Know your place. You could never be in charge. Just obey like the sweet, docile little you are. Your job is to fill those thick, printed diapies—never change them.

man I just want him 

I want to take care of him and place my hand on his cheek and have him melt into it. I want to kiss his cheeks and make him smile. I want to tell him how pretty his eyes are and make him blush. I want him to rest his head in my lap so I can comb my fingers through his hair and gently scratch at his scalp. 

He’s bigger than me but I want him to feel small and loved. I want to praise him and call him sweet names. I want to hold him and play with his hands. I want him to feel safe with me and trust me and love me.  

I’m selfish and I want I want I want 

Squirmy worm

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@kikiswitchgc had been looking forward to the Taylor Swift and Ariana Grande concert all year. Her anticipation soon turn to fear when, on her way to the bathroom, she stumbled across the wrong room. Taylor Swift knew that if Ariana Grande couldn't make the concert, then all the money went to taylor. Now the Diehard fan had seen too much, and missing the concert would be the least of her worries, has she knew Taylor would not let her walk away after what she went missed. What would be in store for her? Would she be kept in the closet with ariana? Sold off? Kept as Taylor's pet? Or something much worse?? Whatever it was, she knew Taylor would rich and powerful enough to get away with it

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Pride - Part 2

The email from HR was clear. Ms Kane had lodged an official complaint about you. The charge was inappropriate conduct in the office and following a brief call with them, you were formally suspended pending an investigation.

You sat back on your chair and slammed the laptop shut. All that hard work was ruined, all because you let your professional pride get in the way. Maybe you should’ve let the bitch sexually assault you….maybe you would have gained something in return. You saw it happen over and over again with others, but you were determined it would never happen to you.

Even more frustrating was the fact you couldn’t stop replaying the previous nights situation in your head. Her touch and dominance made you hard and even now, after all this, you sat with your cock erect. It was ridiculous, but you just had to wait it out……you knew that you would have to find a new job regardless.

You went back to bed and lay down. The feel of Ms Kane’s gloved hand taking your cock from your trousers and the smell of her leather in your nostrils as she jerked you off. The feeble mmmpphhs you made as she expertly edged you to the brink….it was too much and you started to wank yourself off. It was an explosive end to your self pleasure and you into the shower to clean yourself up.

As you left the bathroom to get dressed, your phone rang. To your surprise it was Ms Kane……you ignored the call, incredulous that she had the audacity to contact you. But she wasn’t taking no for an answer, and you eventually took the call after composing yourself. You were still angry and you wanted to let her know that you intended to fight this decision….

However, the call was very abrupt as she ordered you to visit her at home. She was willing to make this situation right, but only if you played along. You threw the phone on the bed and waited for her to text the address and within minutes, you were in the car. The drive was about an hour and you were working yourself up into a frenzy. Your pride had been wounded and you wanted some retribution.

Ms Kane lived in a very nice neighbourhood and as you pulled into her driveway, you saw the house was a lot larger than it appeared. Toward the side of the house was a huge iron gate, behind there was a block of stables and you saw her striding from the buildings. She was wearing a black pvc sleeveless jacket, skintight latex leggings and shiny riding boots….the gloves were equally glossy as her blonde hair streamed behind her. Her lips were pursed and cruel when she saw you.

Before you had a chance to get out of the car, she grabbed your arm and hauled you from the vehicle to the front door. She stood, glaring at you, her stance expectant of an explanation. Your fury and injustice seemed to melt away as you withered under her gaze. Regarding you with utter contempt, she turned on her heel and opened the front door, her ass tight and gleaming in those leggings…..

You walked in behind and Ms Kane suddenly reached out to grab your waist. She kissed you hard and violently, her tongue virtually down your throat as she once again took your cock out. This time you pushed against her and you were cumming within seconds. It was an orgasm of pure raw intensity and you were being milked dry. Once you had finished, she took the gloved hand covered in your semen….and ordered you to clean off your muck with your tongue. You obliged silently and took each finger of the glove in your mouth as her other hand fondled your ball sack.

Finished, you stood weakened and pathetic as she smiled. She explained that she was a little hasty in her actions yesterday and would make it up to you. She had a video call with HR in about 10 minutes and she would say she wanted to abandon the disciplinary process. You were to stay suspended for at least another week….just to allow any tensions to dissipate. In order to secure your trust, you would be present for the call yourself….but unseen of course. Ms Kane shouldn’t be fraternising with her employee at this time.

She led you into her office and she grabbed a hoodie to put on over the pvc top….HR didn’t need to know what a girl wears in her own home. She removed her gloves and ordered you lie on the floor at her feet. You were also told to remove your clothes and hold her gloves in your mouth while she was on the call. Any noises would be punished and you lay like a dog as Ms Kane’s riding boots started to press down on your genitalia. You gave a slight groan as she started to use her boots to stimulate your already stiff again cock. Her look of cruel satisfaction remained as she stared down at you.

Then the video call began…..if only HR knew.

TBC

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Rigid Metal Cuff Triptych - BondageFan70 and Elise Graves Elise explores the limits of her sub within the confines of a singular piece of restrictive metal bondage gear! I love taking a piece of bondage gear and seeing how many different ways I can use it. This helps exercise my brain. In this experience, I place BondageFan70 into three challenging positions with the double iron rigid cuff, which is a mean piece of metal gear that locks a person in with just one screw! We attempted a fourth position, which was not a success. And since the making of this video, another position came to mind! I also love putting bondage sluts who have a difficult time expressing when they need out of bondage into physically challenging bondage so they can practice tapping out. Needing to come out of bondage is not a bug - it’s a feature of the game! It is very natural for some aspect of the bondage to become too much to handle, but it’s also part of the fun of a power dynamic. If the bottom doesn’t express where they are at physically (i.e. “my hip flexors are screaming,” “my hands are loosing circulation”, etc) or mentally (i.e. “it’s scary being in this hood,” “I am worried I will fall,” “do you know what you are doing?!” etc) then the top doesn’t have the fullest picture of the situation, which - trust me on this - is a lot less fun for both parties. I have played with many bondage bottoms who seem to think that not expressing any suffering is the goal. Now, I fully understand that many bottoms are wanting to challenge themselves by pushing through discomfort - I am one of those bottoms myself, but pushing yourself doesn’t necessarily mean internalizing. It’s all about the dynamic between people. Imagine trying to play a game with someone in a coma? It’s not that engaging. Why would it be fun to play bondage games, then, with someone who doesn’t emote? It’s not. When you play with a person who doesn’t express that much through words, then hopefully they are making some sounds and/or body movements to communicate a little bit about their experience. In my opinion, the expression of ones suffering is one of the most powerful gifts that bondage play offers to us. The ability to express our suffering, and the ability to witness ones suffering. It’s truly powerful. Anyway, all this is to say that I wanted BondageFan70 to practice expressing when he needs out of bondage. As you will see from this video, he has difficulties doing so verbally without being prompted, though he nourished me with some grunting and foot shaking as communication to me that he was struggling. I trust we will have more practice on this subject in the future :)

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