Birthday Denial

the first time

Where we live in the country, there are coffee stands on nearly every corner. In some counties, there are even coffee stands that offer a little something extra with your coffee. Im not sure why they’re called bikini baristas. Ive never seen a girl in a bikini. In fact, I’ve only ever seen them wear lingerie, electrical tape with a thong, or stripper outfits to be honest.

Keeping this in mind, I suggested to my husband during a particularly fun conversation that perhaps he should go down there, order a coffee, flirt a bit, and see how things go. Maybe after regular visits, he’d find a girl he hit it off with.

It was playful conversation one night during foreplay. Afterwards, I wanted to take a bit of the pressure off of him. After all, this was my fantasy, not his… I told him it wouldn’t matter if it actually happened. Making up a story to tell me about picking up one of the baristas and bringing her home to our bed to fuck her, would do just as well.

…

A few days passed and then I got a text, “Can’t wait to tell you all about the barista tonight while I fuck you.” My knees weakened a bit as I reread the message over and over. Unconsciously, I bit my lip and reached down to touch the wetness that was forming between my legs.

I kinda hoped that he would wait awhile before making up the barista story, cause I wanted it to feel believable. Regardless, this was the first step in our cuckquean adventure and I was just excited he was playing along.

When he appeared at the front door that night, he was already wearing a sly smile. He opened the door and found me standing in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes. Brushing the hair off my shoulders, he leaned in and kissed my neck. “When you finish up here, meet me in the room.”

…

“Come here, I want to show you something,” he demanded. I crawled across the bed to where he was seated. He motioned for me to sit in front of him and lay back against the heat of his chest. Whatever it was we were about to look at, he wanted me front row, but with access to my body.

I leaned back against him as he scrolled through an Instagram page full of what I could now tell was bikini baristas. “Ooooh, which one did you pick to tell me about?” I asked.

The squares on the screen each featured a different girl in sexy clothes. Most were playing to the camera with their puckered lips and perky tits. “Which one would you want me to fuck?” he growled in my ear.

“Mmmm,” his breath against my neck made me weak. I scrolled through and looked at all of our options. Each one was pretty in her own rite. They were all around 10-15 years younger than me, and none looked like they’d had children. Everything about them was perfect and perky.

I found a petite brunette with a round ass and big natural tits. She also was dressed in the prettiest black lace lingerie, with a garter belt and thigh highs to match. I knew he’d like her. “I want you to bring her home, baby,” I said as I clicked the square, enlarging the original picture.

She was prettier than me, not by much, but by enough that I felt a pang of insecurity as he grazed his thumb over the picture. “I was hoping you’d like that one,” he whispered against my neck. “I took your advice, baby girl. I stopped by that coffee stand on my way to work yesterday.” His fingers skimmed along my thighs. I uncrossed my legs to allow him more access.

“I ordered a drink, but they were out of what I wanted, so I asked the barista to recommend a drink for me.” He went on to tell me about their flirtacious banter. “When I signed the receipt, I wrote my number on the bottom.” His fingers now lightly grazed my parted lips through the fabric. I was already a dripping mess. I leaned into him as he swirled his finger around my clit, barely touching me.

“She texted me yesterday. Nothing risque… at first, but we got to talking and I told her about your dirty little fantasy. I casually mentioned I was having a hard time meeting girls in the area who would be down with the situation and she didn’t believe me. She said I shouldn’t have any trouble at all finding girls to fuck.”

I whimpered as he pulled my thong to the side, exposing me. “We’ll look at that,” he cooed, “I haven’t even gotten to the good part and you’re already a mess.” His fingers circled over my clit while, with his other hand, he reached up under my shirt for a handful of my tits.

Teasing me with his fingers, he tells me how casual conversation turned into flirting last night. He says she sent him pictures and exits the instagram app. He opens his messages and suddenly I’m confused.

Wait, did this actually happen or is this fantasy?

He scrolls quickly through conversation so I can’t read it. My brain tries playing catch up. So, wait, this actually happened? He went down there to pick up a girl? My stomach is in knots. I feel light-headed and try to come to terms with what is happening. I wanted this… Right? He opens one of the pictures she sent, its a sexy shot of her in lingerie. Fuck, I think. She’s gorgeous… I’m feeling wildly insecure. Maybe I can’t do this.

He flips through a few more photos of her in lingerie before he stops and pulls his fingers away from my clit. His fingers are slick. My pussy is wet with envy. “There’s no denying it now, baby… I knew this turned you on, but I’ve never seen you soak through the bedsheet like that, ” he says pointing to the puddle in our bed.

I’m embarrassed. So many thoughts are going through my head, everything is chaos, the room starts to spin. He swipes to show me the last picture.

I audibly gasp when it comes into focus. “Look at that,” he says, zooming in on the center of the photo. She’s seated on a bed with her legs splayed open. Her right hand is holding the phone while her left hand spreads her pussy open. It’s fucking beautiful and pink and perfect. “That’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he whispers into my ear. I whimper again and he slides his fingers inside me.

I lean back into him and close my eyes.

“I could hardly keep up at work last night. Between texting her all night and two trips I had to make to the bathroom, I was behind the whole time. I got so hard looking at her pictures and talking about her being apart of your fucked up little fantasy, I had to jerk off. But the conversation kept going beyond that and before I knew it, I had to jerk off again. That’s never happened to me before. I don’t know that I’ve ever been that turned on.” His words sting, but the ache between my legs intensifies. My hips buck upward, my body betraying me and begging him to continue as the pressure builds.

“You like that, huh, baby?”

I nod my head.

“No, I want to hear you say it.”

My voice cracks. I’m so close now. “You should go back tomorrow. I want you to fuck her. You deserve to fuck her, baby.” I’m right on the edge.

“Remember when I picked up coffee for us this morning?” he asks, “…I fucked her first.”

An intense orgasm washes through my body. His fingers slow to a steady pace as we ride through my clenching muscle spasms. My breath slows to a normal pace before either of us speaks.

“That was everything I hoped it would be, babe,” I said as I rested against him, “Thank you.”

Holding my chin, he turns my face up towards his, “Show me your thankful,” he says, “get on your knees.” I do as I’m told and slide off the bed and get down. He turns to grab something from the bed. I wait patiently at his feet.

It’s his phone. He opens a video and starts to watch. There’s a lot of heavy breathing and smacking sounds. Then I hear his voice coming from the video, “Oh my God. Your pussy is so tight. Fuck.”

“Open your mouth,” he demands, looking down at me. I do as I’m told and I’m immediately rewarded. I can taste her on his dick. I’m overcome with envy and lust. My tongue explores the length of him as I lick her pussy off of my husband.

 An older story I came across. I hope everyone likes it. And, yes, I’m still working on the next part of Her Torment.

TEASE SLUT

           Kara quietly opened the door and looked into the almost bare room. Her tight baby blue tank top hugged her full breasts and clearly showed off her hard nipples. The short shorts were just as tight and pink in color with a white stripe running along the hip line. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a loose bun on the top of her head and stray wisps of hair floated lazily around her face. The only items in the room were a dresser along one wall and a metal framed bed with a bare mattress on it. Her bare feet made no sound of the carpet as she stepped in.

           The girl on the mattress was naked and constantly trembling. Her brunette hair was damp with sweat as was her writhing body. Besides the leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, the girl wore a thick blindfold. Her arms and legs were pulled tautly out to the corners of the frame.

           Kara let her eyes roam over the girls glistening flesh. Her large heaving breasts wobbled slightly with every spasm her body made. Both of her nipples were pierced and adorned with matching stainless steel loops. Twin Japanese clover clamps were pinched to her erect tips, connected by a chain. A string ran from the chain to a pulley anchored to the ceiling above the bed. At the end of the string were four eight ounce weights, adding extra pressure to the bite of the clamps that had been tormenting the suffering girls’ nipples for the last four hours. The flesh around the breasts and thighs were mottled with red splotches, indicative of a recent flogging. Crimson streaks crisscrossed the girls’ skin from her collar bone to her knees.

           Her gaze traveled farther down and stopped at the girls’ shaven cleft. It was red and swollen, the swollen labia glistening with wetness. The distended bud of her clit poked from under the fleshy hood that usually concealed it and was visibly throbbing. The mattress between the girls’ spread, quivering thighs was completely soaked from the copious liquid that was seeping from the enflamed mound.          

           Stopping at the side of the bed, Kara pushed the hanging weights, causing them to swing in slow, lazy circles. As the girl moaned at the increased pull on her aching buds, Kara said, “And how is my little tease slut doing?”

           The girl whimpered pitifully and began thrusting her hips up and down, causing the old springs under the mattress to lightly squeak. “Desperate, Mistress,” she whined pitifully. “Please let me cum.”

           Kara had been constantly teasing and tormenting the girl for the past three months without letting her slip over the edge and climax. The constant teasing was tempered with frequent floggings and other forms of punishment. Through it all, Kara had immensely enjoyed making the girl suffer. She had learned the little tell-tale signs of impending orgasm and knew exactly whey to stop to keep her from exploding.

           Smiling at the spasming girl, Kara lightly ran a single fingernail over the sticky petals and barely touched the straining little bundle of nerves. Watching the girl helplessly arch up to attempt to get more contact on her needy sex made Kara laugh. “Of course not, my little tease slut,” Kara told her. “You may never orgasm again. I so much adore you being tortured like this.” Pausing for a moment, she looked over at the dresser. “I wonder what we can find in your toy chest to play with next?”

           The girl cried out in frustration. She had never in her life thought she could be so desperate, so willing to do anything just to experience the blessed relief of an orgasm. Her body felt like it was constantly vibrating from the tension she was feeling. Her entire existence revolved around her unquenchable need to climax.

           Padding over to the dresser, Kara opened the drawer and looked over the assortment of implements inside. While trying to decide what to use next, she said, “So, my little tease slut. How long has it been since you’ve had an orgasm?”

           Trying to force her brain to function, the writhing girl attempted to recall the length of time she had been teased and denied release. Due to the constant torment, the days and nights were a blur of constant frustration, a nightmare of unrequited need. Finally giving up, the girl said, “I don’t know, Mistress.” Her voice was strained and harsh.

           “Oh, come now,” Kara said. “Surely, you have some idea how long it’s been.” She finally made her decision and removed a pair of bondage mittens and two spreader bars then silently padded back to the bed. “Can’t you even guess?”

           The girl involuntarily tensed, then thrust her hips up off the saturated mattress. That caused the biting clamps to mercilessly tighten on her tormented nipples. Her ragged breathing caught in her chest and she whimpered pitifully. Panting harshly, she tried to calm herself. The endorphins raging in her mind made cognizant thought almost impossible. Her entire consciousness was totally focused on her spasming, dripping sex and her overwhelming need to climax. Feeling helpless tears seeping from under the blindfold, the wailed, “I don’t know, Mistress. I can’t think about anything but cumming.”

           Sighing happily, Kara smiled and said, “Today will make three months since your last orgasm. She paused for a moment, letting her fingers glide over the girls’ sweaty skin. “So I’ve decided to give you a chance to finally cum. How does that sound, my tease slut?

           Moaning loudly and pumping her hips, the girl said, “Thank you, Mistress. I need to cum so badly.”

           “You’re welcome, tease slut,” Kara said. She laid the mittens and bars on the bed then retrieved a small tube from the dresser. Opening it, she squeezed a dab on her finger then began lightly rubbing it on the straining, throbbing clit.

           As soon as the girl felt the finger on her button, she involuntarily pushed herself up in an effort to get more contact on her screaming bundle of nerves. But it was only a fleeting touch before the stimulation was removed. She slumped back onto the mattress and groaned miserably.

           Kara quickly put the mittens on the girls’ hands, the three foot spreader bar between her ankles and the two foot bar between her knees then unhooked the rope from the chain before untying the girl. As the weight on her aching nipples was eased, she clenched her teeth and hissed. “Roll over on your hands and knees, tease slut,” Kara said.

           Trying to force her sore, tense muscles to work, the girl awkwardly managed to comply with the order. Her entire body was tight as a coiled spring and ached from the long hours of restrictive bondage. The twin spreader bars made it impossible for her to close her legs and added to her misery. Her hips were unconsciously thrusting back and forth and there was no way to stop them.      

           Picking up two vibrators, Kara slipped one between the girls’ engorged petals and the other in her ass. She then placed a course pillow on the mattress and turned both vibrators to their highest settings. “Since it has been three months since your last orgasm, I’m giving you three minutes to make yourself cum by humping against the pillow directly under your dripping pussy, tease slut.”

           The girl began to sob with relief and attempted to awkwardly ease her suffering sex down to grind against the pillow. Due to the spreader bars keeping her legs splayed, it was almost impossible for her to maintain any kind of pressure on the fabric. Grunting and moaning with the effort, her hips began frantically jerking. The wildly moving toys in her sex and ass kept her right on the very brink of climaxing but would not push her over without direct stimulation to her clit and the pillow was not providing enough. Her movements became even more frenzied as she tried to push herself over the edge. Then something strange began to happen. All the feeling in her throbbing button was starting to fade. Whimpering pitifully, her hips took on a life of their own as she rode the pillow. With each passing second, the very release she do desperately sought slipped a little farther away. Sobs wracked her tense body as she tried desperately to make herself climax. Even the dancing clamps on her abuse nipples wasn’t enough to push her over the edge. Her muscles began to cramp from the gyrations but still she continued to furiously grind her gushing sex on the pillow.

           Kara watched with malicious glee, knowing the girl could not climax no matter what she did. Her own sex was dripping and twitching from the torment being inflicted to the girl. Glancing at her phone, she watching the seconds slip by until the three minutes were up and the alarm beeped. “That’s it. Time’s up. Stop right now,” she said. But the girl was lost in the throes of desperation and need and kept her hips moving. Grabbing a handful of hair, Kara pulled hard, wrenching the girl into an upright position. “I said stop,” she snarled, her voice low and tight.

           The girl struggled for control, fresh sobs causing her body to heave. Her hips were still frantically working towards an unobtainable orgasm. The clamps on her compressed nipples danced as her wobbling breasts shook liquidly. With no other recourse, she began mindlessly babbling and pleading, the words pouring out in an incoherent stream. She had never known this much frustration in her life and was starting to loose herself in the over powering need threatening to consume her.

           Still holding a handful of the girls’ hair, Kara said, “You might as well stop grinding. There’s no way you can cum now, tease slut. The cream I put on your clit was numbing cream. For the next several hours your little button with be dead.” She released the girls’ hair and paused for a moment, then said, “But when it wears off, all the feeling will return. Then everything I’m about to do will make your frustration even worse. Isn’t that nice?”

           As the words slowly sank into the girls’ denial addled mind, she began to wail wretchedly. Her body flailed around helplessly on the mattress as she sobbed. Her mittened hands went between her legs and began viciously rubbing her needy sex, her hips thrusting up and down. She could feel the twin vibrators still mindlessly churning in her clenching sex and ass but that was it. No amount of friction or contact was going to make her climax.

           Kara grabbed both of the girls’ hands and pulled them over her head, hooking them around the bars on the head board. She then did the same with her ankles, once again spread-eagling her. She watched as the girls hips frantically convulsed while she slipped off her shorts. Crawling on the bed and placing one leg on either side of the girls’ head, she lowered her humid folds against the thrashing girls’ face and said, “Make me cum, tease slut.”

           The girl’s mind was almost beyond rational thought. At first, she just lay on the mattress sobbing, ignoring the wet sex on her face. Then she felt the cruel clamps on her aching nipples tighten. She screamed into Kara’s pussy then began pleasuring the woman that had been tormenting her.

           Kara began grinding her tingling pussy against the girls’ mouth, her own body tensing as the urge to climax, never very far away, rapidly approached. Feeling her muscles tighten, she hunched over as her climax hit her. She felt the tremors of her orgasm cause her shake and jerk. She then sighed happily and unsteadily got off the bed. The girl had always managed to make her orgasms spectacular and now was no different.

           “Very good, tease slut,” Kara breathed.

           The girl was writhing helplessly on the bed, her body screaming with need. A pink fog of denial and frustration was starting to envelope her brain, carrying her to a place beyond sensation, beyond feeling. Her sex relentlessly contracted around the wildly moving vibrator inside it. Guttural sounds poured from her mouth as she struggled. Then both vibrators stopped. The sudden cessation of movement caused her to wail helplessly.

           Smiling happily, Kara said, “I love the way your pussy is so red and swollen. It’s almost begging to be touched.”

           The girl frantically nodded, her body quivering. In her present condition all she heard was that her needy, aching sex was going to be touched. All thoughts of the numbing cream were forgotten.

           Picking up the small slapper, Kara got onto the mattress and sat between the girls’ splayed, trembling legs. She slid her fingers into the sopping hole to retrieve the now silent vibrator, feeling the muscles vainly trying to gain purchase on both. More nectar spilled out as the girls’ body once again arched up. Kara waited until the girl had finally slumped back to the sodden mattress, then said, “I know you’re in no state to count, but I still want you to try. Do you understand?

           Panting harshly, the girl made an unintelligible noise and nodded. Her body was still trembling uncontrollably and occasionally, a tremor would make her jerk.        

           Kara once again smiled down at the girl and said, “Okay tease slut. Let’s start.” She slipped three fingers into the girls’ wet pussy and began thrusting. As she did, she brought the slapper down on the girls’ swollen, engorged clit.

           The girl pushed her sex against the digits and moaned. All she could feel was the fingers pistoning into her denied hole. The slapper barely registered thanks to the numbing cream. But there was enough contact to her enflamed labia to let her know what was happening. Then she made a sound that could have been a one or just a moan.

           As the strokes landed on the tormented flesh, Kara began violently fucking the girl with her fingers. She knew she could punish her for not actually counting each spank but at least the girl was acknowledging each one. After five, she pushed a forth finger inside the humid sex. After another five, her thumb slipped in. With her whole fist inside the girls’ clenching pussy, she began pumping while continuing with the slapper.          

           The girl was almost consumed with the sensation of the fist forcefully pummeling her aching hole. The slapper was only an after thought as all sensation to her clit was nonexistent. She had no idea how long she was tortured in that fashion, her mind laser focused on the fist and slapper. Her hips were thrusting up to meet both, her brain overloaded on being relentlessly tormented. When everything finally stopped, she continued to hump the air, her body almost beyond any semblance of control. After another unknown length of time, she slumped back to the sopping mattress and sobbed helplessly.

           Kara sat and watched as the girl slowly calmed down. The sex in front of her was even more red and swollen now, the lips spread and showing the interior. She absently wiped her hand on the mattress then said, “How do you feel, tease slut?

           The girl barely moved except to randomly jerk, her mind nearly gone.

           Reaching out the hand that had recently been ravaging the girls’ hole, Kara gave the still clamped breasts a vicious slap, delighting in the way the large mounds moved. “I said how do you feel, tease slut?”

           The stinging to her breasts caused the girl to grunt as her brain slowly focused on something other than her soul consuming need. “I need to cum, Mistress,” she wailed, her voice hoarse and tight. “Please, please, please let me cum.” Helpless sobs then overtook her.

           Watching with evil enjoyment, Kara said, “No tease slut. You are not allowed to cum.” That brought fresh sobs from the girl. “Maybe we’ll try this again in another three months.” Finally standing up, she said, “I’m going to take up upstairs and get you cleaned up. I’m having company over tonight to celebrate you three months of denial and you’re going to be the center of attraction.” Reaching down, Kara squeezed both clamps, opening them. The compressed flesh of the girls agonized nipples clung to the smooth ends of the clamps briefly then was pulled away. She screamed as the blood began to flow back into the tortured nubs. Smiling again, Kara said, “Don’t worry. All three of your holes will be well used tonight. But you still won’t cum, no matter what happens. You’re beautiful, sopping, denied pussy will be continually coated with the numbing cream. Tonight, you’ll be nothing more than three holes to be used and abused by my guests. Doesn’t that sound delightful, tease slut?

           The girl began to cry pitifully, knowing she was going to be repeatedly fucked in her pussy, ass and mouth and not get any release. The pressure would continue to build and build and build. She was going to be nothing more than a fuck toy for everyone’s amusement and there was nothing she could do about it.

           Kara breathed a happy sigh and began untying the girl, knowing that she was mentally torturing herself by thinking about what was going to happen in a few hours. Helping the almost unresponsive girl up, Kara helped her to the door.

Let’s play a game today!

I’m such a good girl with all these fun games, for every note this posts get before 8pm is one edge I have to complete before work is over ! It is 1:35pm here now, and I close at 9pm. Do your worst

I will document all of it

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Chaste Harem

I can picture it so clearly:

A harem of beautiful young men and women, kept perpetually naked, showing with pride the one thing I let them be proud of: their permanently-locked genitals. Cocks strain against plastic and metal, and pussies drip, their swollen lips wrapped around leather and metal, while things buzz inside of them. Keeping them forever in hope of release, tempting and taunting them with promises of release (true despair) that they know will never be fulfilled.

In time, I am sure, they would learn to find greater satisfaction in their chaste service than they ever would have chasing meaningless orgasms…

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Something similar happened to me. reblog. only a yes means yes

A man who used to be my Master attacked and beat me last night, after I left him. There were many reasons for my decision to end the relationship, but they are not important for what I would like to say here. I used to wear his scars on my skin with love and pride, devotion and great pleasure, just as I wore the collar he gave me. They were signs of our connection, my belonging to him, and complete trust with which I gave him my body and my soul. But before he could have my everything, he had to earn and receive the most important gift of all: MY CONSENT. That is something he did not have last night, the small detail he chose to forget. After I broke up with him, I told him very clearly that I did not want to see him again, and that I did not want him to ever touch me or contact me in any way. Last night he texted me an order to meet him outside to be punished. I refused and told him once again that we were over and that I did not want to see him. He found me when I was walking my dog. I was in a park, sitting on a stone wall, and was feeling really bad because of everything that happened. I felt scared, alone, and also quite week because I hadn’t eaten last days because of the stress of the brake up. He drove fiercely with his car, rushed to me, grabbed me by my throat and started choking me while leaning his face close into mine and saying: “Why are you doing this to us?!” He did choke me before, but it was from a calm and loving place when we were together, and never this hard and aggressive. I got really scared, because I couldn’t breathe, or even say anything. I felt how fragile the bones in my neck were under his fingers, I could feel him pushing on them. For a moment I thought that he would kill me by accident, and I thought of the people I love. He stopped when a women with her dogs passed by. Then he grabbed me by the face, squeezing my mouth and lips hard, and twisting my head. He hit me on my thigh with his fist several times, then ordered me not to move, as he run to his car to get the rod, and a rose branch to hit me. The thing is, something happened to me. I could not move. I could not speak. I lost myself completely, but not in a good way. He was my Master for a long time, he knew me more deeply than anybody in my whole life. He led me, healed me, hurt me, took care of me. He also loved me, and I loved him. When he ordered something I would obey. He took me to places from which I would not find my way out by myself. He was my love, my lover, my teacher, my master, my everything. I would write this in capital letters before, but now I can’t anymore. So I did not know how to make him stop, or how to behave to make it stop. In the days before this attack, he used against me every single secret, fear, uncertainty, shame that I opened for him, to hurt me, and he succeeded completely. I felt very broken by what he did, although the strong and brave part of me knew that it was wrong and that his words had no power in damaging me inside. Only hurting deeply. And I was determined to get over it, and start loving and respecting myself again. That was also the reason why I was in such a strange place when it all happened last night. When he came back form his car, he asked me to open the palms of my hands. The entire time this was happening, I could not look at him. I was completely frozen. I don’t think I even knew where my hands were in that moment. So he took my hands and opened them on my lap and started to hit me. I felt no pain. I just felt my tears running down my face and to my palms. I think it angered him that I did not scream, or fight, or flinch. He was saying, “Open them” Open them!”, and because I couldn’t, he hit me also on the bones of my thumbs, and it did hurt immensely, but only later. Now. When he was done, I stood up, I think I tried to go home. I took one step, then fainted. When I came to, I was in his arms on the ground, and he was crying and calling me. I wrestled out, and pushed him away. In that moment blood come rushing back into me, and I felt more alive, perhaps because I felt such great disgust for what he did to me. I then felt I would throw up, and was heaving, but could not, because my stomach was so empty, then started crying in sobs. My hands were trembling violently from the aftermath of the rod, my throat hurt, and my voice was harsh from the choking. My hair was full of leaves and grass, my pants were torn up, and my leg was bleeding. I then said that I wanted to go home. I asked him did he plan on beating me more, and he said that he wanted to take me to the emergency room. I said I wanted to go home, and he said that he would take me. I refused, so he said that he will walk behind me, only to make sure I was all right. My dog was so scared. She used to love him, but now she just ran around us lost, like me. He was going after me, but he kept talking and talking. His words were killing me, and I tried running, tried asking him to stop, but he wouldn’t. Then I was yelling, pleading that he would leave me alone, but he wouldn’t. When he continued, I grabbed the rose branch from him to hit myself with and told him that I preferred that to his words. Then he grabbed me tightly, and I struggled to get out of his arms. He was squeezing me and would not let go no matter what I did. I bit him, and pushed him, and then he hit me in the face, and I went down again. He helped me up, and I run home. I just run and run. What he did to me last night was abuse and violence. It is important that every Master/Dom, and every slave/sub understand that this what we go into is a relationship based on consent before all else. We belong to you completely, and are Yours to do as You please, but only because we give ourselves to You. You have no power over us other then the one we give to you. That is the beauty of it, and within this lays our safety. We can take it back.

Being called cunt in a mean and patronizing makes my tummy do somersaults tbh

Tying someone up, gagging them, sitting on them, and casually teasing them till they’re dripping while we watch a show on Netflix.