That Is Adorable

Date Night - Dinner

The drive to the restaurant was quiet.  All Jessica could think about was the ache between her legs.  She wanted relief in the worst way and now all she would have was a long dinner to sit through before there would be any chance of relief.  She shifted in the passenger seat, feeling her moistness from her now uncovered sex.  She looked over at him, a small smile crossing her lips.  She couldn’t help but feel more attracted to him, the way he was able to control her, make her succumb to his wishes.  It made her feel free in a way nothing else could. Yielding to his wishes, his command gave her a feeling of comfort and security.  It also drove her wild beyond belief. 

They arrived at the restaurant and he parked the car.  He turned and looked at her, leaning in and kissing her softly on the cheek, then on the lips.  His hand slid up her leg, barely pushing the dress up her thigh.  “You look so sexy tonight, baby, I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands off of you.”  He inched his hand higher on her thigh, as she took a deep audible breath inward.  His mouth moved to her neck briefly, his lips gently touching her nape.  He lingered for a moment, taking in her sweet scent, enjoying the feel of her on his lips.  He pulled away and then opened the door, getting out of the car, going around the other way and opening Jessica’s door for her. 

He took her hand as they entered the small quiet restaurant.  He asked for a booth in the back of the restaurant.  The hostess led them to the booth, tucked away in the corner of the restaurant, quiet and almost a little secluded.  Jessica slid in first, and he sat next to her, close to her.  He looked at the menu quickly, thinking about what he would have.  Placing it down, he wrapped his arm around Jessica’s waist, pulling her in close to him.  His other hand rested underneath the table, his fingers gently rubbing her thigh.  He looked at her, and she back at him, his cock stirring as he felt the smooth soft skin of Jessica’s leg.  He moved his hand up her thigh slowly, his eyes now locked on hers.  “Open your legs.  Now.”, he said quietly but firmly to her as she complied, her eyes still on his, her heart once again beginning to pound harder.  “Yes, Sir”, she said quietly as she opened her thighs to him, her mind so focused on the feel of his fingers against her, her body already overstimulated by his inspection of her at their house.  The second his fingers touched her waiting sex, she let out a low “oh goddddd”, as he felt her wetness immediately.  She leaned her head back ever so slightly, her eyes gently closing, as her mind zeroed in on his touch.

He slipped a finger gently inside her as she gasped quietly.  “Fuckkkkk”, she said so softly, so sexily that his cock instantly stood up on end, her eyes opening back up and looking at him, so lust filled as she wanted more, more of his hand, more of everything.  “That feel good, kitten?”  She nodded her head slowly at him, opening her legs more, when suddenly she saw the waiterout of the corner of her eye.  She felt a surge of panic as he approached, his footsteps getting closer. 

“Sir, the waiter is coming.”, she said softly, beginning to close her legs and shift her position.  Before she could move, his other hand clamped down on her thigh.  “Keep them open.  I’m not finished playing with what’s mine.” 

“But, Sir…"  He looked at her sternly.  “I said keep them open.  Don’t make me tell you again.  Spread your legs.  Now.”  Jessica felt her face blush as the waiter approached.  She opened her legs, her face burning.  “Yes, Sir”, she said quietly as she felt another finger slip inside her.  As his second finger slid inside her, she felt his thumb gently start to stroke her clit, the sensation of his fingers quickly overcoming her nerves

“Good evening”, the waiter said in his most professional voice.  “I’m Tony and I’ll be serving you tonight.  Would you like to hear the specials?”  Jessica could barely hear anything as his thumb pressed harder against her button, her body now beginning to go into overdrive.  “Yes, please”, he said looking at the waiter. 

“Well for starters, tonight we have a clam chowder….”, the waiter began, Jessica’s mind drifted off again, her legs almost involuntarily widening as she tried to stifle a gasp.  She looked over at him, his fingers working away inside her, driving her to the verge of insanity, his face focused on the waiter. 

“Sounds delicious.  Red or white?”, he asked, pressing against her clit harder.  Jessica’s heart pounded as she let out a soft “ohhh”, as the waiter answered.  “White, Sir, it’s quite good.”  The waiter continued on with the specials for the evening, Jessica not hearing anything he was saying, her mind swirling. 

“Can I get you both started with something to drink?”, the waiter asked, his eyes turning to Jessica.  Jessica looked straight ahead, completely lost in the moment, the only thing she was aware of was the fingers inside her and on her clit and her slowly building orgasm. 

“Sweetheart, the waiter is talking to you”, he said to her gently, his fingers slipping in and out of her harder now.  Jessica suddenly looked up, flustered and startled, her face flushing as she looked at the waiter.  “I’m so…sorry, what did you ask me?

“Something to drink, Miss?” the waiter said, the slightest look of curiosity on his face now. 

“Oh”, Jessica stammered, as he pressed on her clit harder now, his thumb swirling over it hard and fast.  “Ohhh godd, umm, just a class of chardonnay please” she said quickly, her face red and shiny, her mouth struggling to just get the words out. 

“I’ll be right back with your drinks”, the waiter said, as he walked away.  As the waiter turned and headed back. He turned and looked at Jessica, wrapping his other arm around her waist tightly, pulling her closer to him. 

“Look at me, kitten”, he said to her his eyes wide and intense.  He slipped a third finger inside her, as she gasped, the pleasure overwhelming her now as his thumb maintained a steady, pace. 

“Fuckkkkk, Sir.  Oh fuckkkkk, please, Sir”

“What am I touching, kitten?”

“Your pussy, Sir.  Oh my fuckkkiing God, Sir, please, Sir.”  His fingers continued working deeper and faster, massaging and pumping inside her. 

“When do I get to touch what’s mine, kitten?”, his eyes firmly locked on hers.  She didn’t dare break eye contact with him now. 

Jessica gasped as he pressed hard on her clit, her body almost exploding with arousal.   “Whenever you want, Sir”, she gasped, her whisper breathy and desperate.  She was on the brink of climaxing now and they both knew it.  He rotated his thumb faster now, swirling over her clit, her button swelling and becoming more sensitive with each second.

“When do you cum?”

“Fuckkkk, Sir, holy fuckkkk please, Sir.”

“When do you cum?”, he growled at her, his fingers deep inside her, filling her as deep as they could go, her sex desperate for more.

“Ahhhh, ohhhhh, ahhh, godddd, whenever you tell me to, Sir, oh my goddd, Sir, please can I cum, Sir, please?”

Her face was flushed and reddened, her voice almost too loud, but she didn’t care anymore.  All she could feel was his fingers and her body desperately needed release.  More than anything in the world, all she wanted was climax.

“You want to cum right here in front of the entire restaurant, kitten?”

“Yesssss, Sir.  Please, Sir.  Please let me cum, Sir”

“Very well, kitten."  With that permission, Jessica went over the edge, her body spasming with ecstasy.  "Ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh, goddd, ohhhh fuckkkkk me, ohhhh, holyyyyy shittt, oh goddddd.  She managed to keep her moans restrained and quiet, her eyes closing tightly as the orgasm gripped her hard and long.  He had never done anything like this to her before and the arousal of the entire situation just took over her body.  She finally came down from the wave of pleasure, her body trembling, her thighs shaking as his fingers, soaked with her juices exited her throbbing sex.  She looked at him, her eyes filled with lust.  "Thank you, Sir”, she said and kissed him on the lips softly, her body warm and soft. 

“Good girl, kitten”, he said, his lust for her on full display.  He placed his hand on her thigh again, sliding it up her dress once more.  “I’m not done yet, kitten.  Open your legs.”  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the waiter coming with their drinks.  She smiled, a small smile, her body already warming up for more.  She opened her legs wide for him this time, eager to please, ready for more, this dinner date quickly becoming the most sensual date she had ever been on. 

She felt his fingers begin to stroke the folds of her, her body already on overdrive.  She looked at him with a seductive smile, the naughty girl in her fully awake.  “But Sir, the waiter is coming”, the gleam in her eye shining brightly.

When you wake…

I want you to wake to me between you legs kissing along your thighs. Taking my time. Savoring your flesh on my lips. Dragging my tongue as I lower toward your needy pussy.

I want you to feel my warm breath across your lips. My nose brushing past, my bottom lip touching ever so slightly. Then my tongue gliding between your lips. Your sweetness on my tongue as my hands lock onto your hips.

I want you to feel that slow tease of your clit. Your lips being sucked into my mouth. That first little gush as my tongue begins to flick.

I want you to feel your Lion’s hunger, my desire, as my pace quickens. Lapping over you. Grabbing the back of my head and moaning out as I devour.

I want you to feel the orgasms again and again and again until you need my cock inside you. Until you can’t take the torture of my mouth any longer.

I want you to feel me climb your body. Licking and biting along the way. Feeling my mouth on your neck. I want you to feel those chills before I find my way to your mouth. I want you to taste yourself on my tongue.

I want you to feel the tip of my throbbing cock flirting with your tight little cunt. Those needy moans you let out as your nails dig into my flesh. Your legs wrapping me up. Doing all you can to get me inside you.

I want you to feel that first thrust. pushing into you. Stretching those walls. Filling you. I want you to feel me slowly find a rhythm with my eyes locked to yours. I want you to feel how hard I woke for you. I want you to feel me throbbing against you as your walls convulse and you gush for me.

I want you to feel my strength as I thrust harder and harder. Hear my growls as I build to what you need the most. I want you to feel the relentless motion of my hips as I take what is mine.

I want you to feel your cunt leave me no choice. I want you to feel me explode with a lustfilled aggression. I want you to feel the embrace, like we can’t get close enough. I want you to feel the euphoria, the ecstacy of the moment.

I want you to feel that soft kiss on your forehead…then I’ll get the coffee.

Thank you for reading…

Inkd😈

*please do not remove words*

D/s 101: If you call yourself a Dominant, don’t do this stuff...

You have adopted a title that should come with a giant heaping dose of honor, respect, and trustworthiness. 

1. Don’t make demands of submissive girls that don’t belong to you. You should know the difference between having the ability to control your own submissive, and how you should be treating all the rest that don’t belong to you.

2. Don’t talk intimately/woo other submissives behind the back of the one that belongs to you. All the time and energy you have to put into the submissive world should be aimed at your own submissive. If you want a different submissive, do the right thing, and break with the one you currently own first.

3. Don’t ditch submissives. How would you feel if the person you depend on for nearly everything suddenly went up in a puff of smoke, and was never heard from again? How would it effect your ability to trust someone else to take up the same role in your life? Stop ghosting, and ruining perfectly good submissives. 

4. Don’t cut your submissive out from contributing to your relationship. Yes, I know she put you in charge, but relationships evolve, and if you don’t attend to what she wants out of yours, your relationship is likely to evolve in separate directions. You can still be in charge, and listen to her wants and needs, I promise. 

5. Don’t ask someone you just met to be your submissive. It’s your job to inspire her to submit to you, by getting to know who she is, and showing her that you are the single most qualified man to be her Dominant. Don’t be lazy. Being a Dominant takes a lot of focus and energy. If you’re not up for that, go find another title to adopt. 

6. Don’t put your submissive on a shelf when caring for her is not convenient to you, and take her down off the shelf when it suits you. Submissives are human beings, and though some of them like to be treated like objects from time to time, they should not be ignored when you don’t feel like dealing with your relationship. If you don’t have to the time and energy to adopt the role of Dominant for someone, then don’t do it in a half-assed way.

7. Don’t compare your current submissive with past submissives. It’s not a competition. You should be making her feel like she’s the most important person in your current world, so don’t make her feel like she’s less than other submissives, or that you’re pining for something you no longer have, and feel you can’t have with her. 

8. Don’t skimp on the essential ingredients in D/s relationships. Don’t be that guy who limits your submissives safeword in any way. A safeword is the difference between consensual sex, and possible rape and abuse. Don’t skimp on aftercare. Let her know how much you appreciate all the control she continuously allows you to have over her, and how well she is performing for you. It’s the difference between a proud and happy submissive, and a sad and confused one. 

9. Don’t make unilateral decisions that your submissive is directly opposed to. You don’t get to decide your submissive needs a sister because it suits you to have a second submissive to play with, when it’s patently against her wishes. Once again, it’s her relationship too. 

10. Don’t lie to your submissive. It’s all about trust. It’s trust that inspires her to submit to you. It’s trust that inspires her to allow you to continue to hold her submission. One or two breaches of trust, and it all falls apart. 

JD🌹

Sunday

The day I can cum without permission and it still feels weird. Although I still feel very submissive as sir uses me as his little obedient slut while I'm made to write this post. It's so hard to think.

Drip...

One of the most mild pleasure triggers I have. Unless of course I'm made to listen to a file on loop of sir saying it over and over. Which is exactly what he made me do while edging this morning. Pleasure just constantly grew with each drip. I also had to listen to it for an extra 5 minutes for complaining. Sir was nice however and let me cum at the end of it.

Even when it is not there, I see it. Even when it is not there, you feel it.

Sir is out for the day and I’m catching up on some work at home. Or at least, I’m trying to. But before he left this morning, Sir put my suction cup dildo on the office chair. I’m sitting here with it inside me, desperately trying to focus while I rock back and forth to feel it rubbing. I have to edge every time Sir texts me. It’s taking almost no time to get to the edge now. I’m so worried I’m going to cum by accident. If I can hold off, Sir promised to reward me later by letting me spend a long time sucking His cock. After four days without an orgasm, I’m such a cockhungry slut. But if I can’t… he promises I won’t like the resulting punishment.

Be quiet

Frustrating...

While currently on no touch instead of doing my daily edges sir is making me suck my dildo and look at tumblr... it's so very frustrating looking at tumblr this way.