Son, But You Get The Idea…

Nice

Making you watch sick gross porn while I keep my fingers in your cunt but if you get wet I’ll slap your icky little cunt

Here’s the thing that some people don’t seem to understand about sex & kink. You have to respect boundaries before you get to push them. You have to show people they’re safe before you get to make them feel scared. You have to respect people before you get to degrade them. You have to be normal with people before you get to be dirty with them. You can’t be skipping steps. Treating them like a person always comes before treating them like a toy.

Fuck small talk, I wanna know if you squirt or not.

masturbating rn ;))) daddies come push me over the edge please

Never forget what you are for.

she’s shy but will do ungodly disgusting things just to hear “good girl”

This blog is pro tits and anti Nazi

Aftercare

I’ve organized some of the things I need from aftercare (in person or long distance) into 4 components, and thought it could be helpful for others too! I’ve put some examples for each, but it will of course look different for everyone.

1. Physical Care/Needs -

Wiping away tears

Helping up from floor

Getting a warm towel

Soothing bruises

Getting a glass of water

2. Physical Comfort/Affection -

Gentle kisses and hugs

Holding eachother tight

Breathing with eachother

Cuddling and/or napping together

Brushing fingers through hair

3. Scene Validation -

“That was so fun/sexy”

“That felt so good when you ____”

“You were such a good ____ for me”

“I love the bruises/marks you gave me”

“Thank you for (carrying out some fantasy) with me”

4. Human Affirmations -

“I love you; I care about you”

“I’m so grateful to have you in my life”

“I always have a great time when I’m with you”

“You’re a wonderful/kind/etc person”

Mentioning a non-sexual part of your relationship that you like, or reiterating that you value eachother as more than just a sub/dom(me)

I think that this can work whether you have a deeper connection or a more casual play partner! I always feel best when all of these components are covered during aftercare.

These things can obv be done in person, and I think it’s also really important to give this kind of care when you’re long distance, even if it’s just through words after sexting… for example-

“When we were done, I would help you up and wipe away your tears, bring you a warm towel and make sure you’re ok. Then I’d love to cuddle, with your head on my chest, and give you forehead kisses while telling you how good you made me feel and how wonderful of a person I think you are.”

Thanks for reading! Be safe everyone 💕💕

This is the first chapter of a very good set of stories by a promising little slut. I am looking forward to more instalments.

Written very well, in a second language. Clearly the author is very intelligent but also perverted and knows her place.

A rare and excellent combination.

The best slaves are those who present outwardly as smart and respectable. As their master you are the only person who knows the full extent of how depraved they are, how nasty their fantasies are and how much they crave turning their intelligent brain off and becoming nothing more than a senseless collection of holes to be used as I see fit.

Kitty: On The Bus Home

Editors note: This fantasy is based on my own personal fantasies. Therefore the main character is based on myself and my personal preferences.

Let me first of all introduce myself. My name is Kitty. I'm 19 years old, was born and raised in Holland, go to college and I'm 1,66 meters tall and weigh around 51 kg. I have small 75A cup size breasts, which get compensated by my small waist and wide hips with a perfectly nice round ass, which I'm quite proud of. I have long brown hair, green eyes and cute pouty lips.

Most of you will know me from my Tumblr page @swallowkitty, which I created to explore my sexual fantasies. Most of my fantasies revolve around things that aren't really considered normal for a girl my age, like giving blowjob's to much older men, swallowing cum and basically being treated like a desperate depraved little slut. Therefore I chose Tumblr, because it allows me to explore my sexual desires and fantasies in all anonymity, unlike so many other social media platforms.

It was after dark one day when I was taking the bus home from college. The bus was mostly empty except for a couple of people, and I picked an empty spot somewhere a little bit in the backside of the bus with an empty seat in front of me to place my feet on. And like so often, I was checking my Tumblr page on my phone, while I was riding on the bus. I was scrolling through my timeline, reading some things and looking at some pictures and videos, getting slightly turned on. Usually I duck down quite a lot when I'm using Tumblr on my phone in public transport to avoid anyone from peaking at what I'm looking at, but this time I must've simply forgotten it, perhaps I was too intrigued by something I saw or read. But I didn't notice the man sitting behind me, being able to see what I was doing on my phone.

As the bus continued, all of the sudden the man behind me stood up from his seat, being alerted to this, I immediately put down my phone a bit, hiding what I was looking at, when all of the sudden the man sat down in the seat right in front of me, facing me.

"Hi, it's Kitty, right?" The man said, when all of the sudden I recognized the familiar face of the man. It was Bernard, the CEO of a big company, and more importantly the boss of my father.

"Uhm... Yes," I replied slightly hesitantly, not knowing why my father's boss was sitting down in front of me and wanting to have a chat with me all of the sudden. Did he see what I was doing on my phone? Was it something with my father? It felt kinda awkward that my father's boss would want to talk with me out of nowhere.

"I'm your father's boss," he clarified trying to temper me. I estimated him around his mid 50's, a bald head, bright green eyes, dark eyebrows, wearing a business suit but somewhat overweight with e belly which was half covered by his long trenchcoat. "My car broke down today, so I had to take a bus home, because usually I don't take the bus," he explained.

"Yes, I know who you are, we met a couple of times," I replied slightly annoyed at the childish notion that I wouldn't remember who my father's boss was at work, as I could feel his gaze going from my face over my body, making me feel slightly uncomfortable.

"I see. Well Kitty, you've grown up to become quite a pretty girl since last time I saw you," he said to me, making me feel a little creepy as he mentioned this, while I could clearly see his eyes roaming over my white blouse and stopping at my short schoolgirl type skirt.

"Uhm, well... Thank you", I replied slightly hesitantly but politely in order to avoid getting my father in trouble or fired from work. I didn't really know how to handle this whole situation. What was he after? Was he trying to hit on me?

"You know, I've been following this girl on Tumblr for a while, she's the same age as you are. She has a blog there I've been enjoying reading very much, with some very interesting ideas. We even chatted a couple of times. You remind me a little bit of her. Would you like to know what she writes about?" Bernard said, as I could clearly sense he was talking about my blog. I knew now he had seen what I was doing on my phone, sitting behind me on the bus. My mind started wondering about what he was after, as he placed his foot against my foot in front of me.

"Uhm, well... No," I replied pretending to act as if I didn't know what he was talking about, in order to avoid the awkward situation, as I could clearly feel my heart racing and my face turning red, while simultaneously I could feel it tingling between my legs.

"Well, it's about how this young girl loves being a desperate little slut for older men, how she loves sucking cock and swallowing their cum and being a submissive desperate little teen whore for men my age," I could now clearly feel myself turning completely red, as I was starting to feel hot, but strangely enough also how my nipples and clit reacted at the moment he said those provocative words. "Is that something you would like as well, Kitty?" He asked me, while he moved his foot to the inside of me calf, pushing it a little bit, clearly as a sign to spread my legs a little bit.

"Well..." I replied, not knowing what to do or how to handel the situation. I wanted to get up and walk away from this creepy old man, but I didn't want to get my father into trouble at his job, and I certainly didn't want him to tell my father about my Tumblr blog. I felt trapped, there was nothing I could do, but to let it happen, as I slightly parted my legs a little bit at the push of his foot against my calf. "...Yes." I replied quietly to him as I lowered my eyes to the floor out of pure shame.

"Good girl...." Bernard replied, as his foot moved now towards my inner thighs, pushing it again to open my legs even further this time. "But I think it's best if we don't tell your father what a dirty little slut you want to become, what do you think Kitty?" He asked, as I opened my legs further for him, letting my skirt slide up my upper legs and exposing my white cotton thong under my skirt a little bit. I felt a strange sensation coming over me, as I gave this much older man a clear view on my thong under my skirt in the middle of a public bus. I was both scared and turned on.

"No," I replied quietly and with shame, as I absolutely did not want my father finding out about this, and I knew Bernard was using this against me to get his way with me.

"I can see you're all wet down there. I think it's better if your father doesn't see that. So why don't you just hand over your panties to me, so I can hide it for you?" Bernard stated, as he looked at my white cotton thong and the small moist spot that had developed there as a result of the combination of my horny mood from watching Tumblr and the strange situation I found myself in with this middle aged man. "Take it off and hand it to me."

I knew I didn't have any choice. Not doing it would certainly lead to him informing my father about my blog. So I subtly grabbed both sides of my thong and pulled it down, until the white thong was around my ankles. I then bent over on the chair, and handed it over to Bernard. He took my thong into his hand and stuffed it into his inner pocket of his jacket. I was now sitting right across from this middle aged man with no panties and my skirt pulled up quite a bit with my legs spread wide in front of him, giving him a perfect view on my young shaved pussy. My heart was pounding in my chest, as I was scared someone might notice me sitting like this, but thankfully the bus was nearby empty, and we were far away removed from the bus driver to notice anything.

"Put your feet on the seat and spread for me, so I can have a good view on that young pussy, Kitty," Bernard said to me. Knowing there was no way back now, I did as he instructed me, and placed both my feet on the soft cushion of my seat and spread my legs wide, giving him a full view of my pussy, as I could feel my pussy lips slightly parting by this move. He must have a clear view on my clit now as well, which was slightly swollen by the whole ordeal.

"Good little slut you are. I'm betting your father has no idea what a little whore you really are, does he?" Bernard replied to me, as I felt completely humiliated sitting like this, spreading my pussy on a public bus to an older man.

"No, he doesn't know," I replied quietly and submissively.

"Well...," he began, as he leaned in closer, "if you want to keep it that way, you better spread those lips for me and start rubbing yourself. Maybe if you show me what a good slut you can be, I won't have to tell your father about it."

Shocked, but knowing I had no other option, I did as he told me to. I slowly parted my slightly wet pussy lips with two fingers, and with my other hand I slowly began rubbing my already swollen clit. Doing this in a public bus was certainly a turn on, the idea of getting caught, the idea that someone outside might spot us. But Bernard didn't seem to care, he only seemed interested in watching me play with myself. As I increased the speed on my clit, I closed my eyes and let out a sigh, trying to relax a little bit from all this tension. When I opened my eyes I suddenly saw Bernard with his phone in his hands taking a video of me.

"Come on, go on!" He replied harshly. "If you perform well enough nobody will have to find out. Make yourself cum for me, and show me what a good little slut you can be." I had no other option but to continue, and started rubbing my clit faster and faster, while Bernard sat there recording the whole thing on his phone. I couldn't believe what was happening, here I sat on a public bus masturbating myself for my father's boss. But somewhere deep down I felt immensely turned on by the whole situation, as I couldn't hold out any longer, and came to a shivering orgasm.

"Very good, you may still be of some use to me. So, from now on you will do as I say. At least, if you don't want your father to see this lovely little video I just made of you and showing him your lovely little blog. If you fail to do what I tell you to, I will post this video on the internet, and your family and all of your friends in school will get to see what a desperate little slut Kitty truly is. Is that understood?"

"Y... yes..." I hesitantly and quietly replied out of fear to his words. The bus arrived at the next stop, and Bernard got up from his seat and got out of the bus. I quickly put my legs down on the floor, and pulled my skirt back down, but could still my dripping wet pussy lips between my thighs, as my mind kept reminiscing his words. For sure this would not be the end, but only the beginning.

Written by: @swallowkitty

Continue reading part 2 here: Kitty II: Training Begins