Aug 202014
 

I find you irresistible,
even through the blur of my tears
A dark shadow of a man
whose hands bruise
whose lips heal
Dominates
my thoughts, my passion, my body
You read me
my short breaths
my long moans
clenched muscles
You provide pain and pleasure
fulfill a dream
a fantasy
whispered secrets
Touch my skin, mark me yours
with your cock
fingertips
daring tongue
Test my limits, find my walls
From the inside

 Posted by at 9:58 am
Aug 182014
 

People are often a bit taken aback to find out that my roommate used to be my boyfriend. We were completely NOT compatible as lovers, but we make excellent friends. I know he’s always still had feelings for me, but for the most part they were kept down, we both know those compatibility issues haven’t changed.

 

We were at an event awhile ago and my roommate was kind enough to take pictures of my boy being beaten for me. A few days later I went looking for the pictures from that night. I found a LOT of pictures, but they weren’t what I was expecting.

 

My roommate has a foot fetish. He also has a casting fetish, and general leg/foot injury fetish. To the point where you could walk around naked with nothing on but socks and he’d be disappointed. He doesn’t get turned on by any other part of the female anatomy.

 

As I open his gallery on his phone I’m greeted by a familiar pair of toes with a dainty anklette accentuating the shapely foot… It’s my sister’s. Going down though, I run into about 200 pictures. Of ME. Pictures I don’t know about. Pictures of me in the hospital even, when I woke up with a mystery foot injury after having been accidentally given the wrong medication and blacking out. Pictures of me on the couch, in my ace bandage, in my brace after another injury, or just simply my toes. All taken covertly, without my consent or even my knowledge.

 

I feel like someone has been taking naked pictures of me in the shower. The result is the same. These are, to him, erotic photographs. But A, you may say, you post nudes on the internet! It’s just your feet for crying out loud!

 

No. It’s just my consent being violated. It’s just my image used for titillation without my knowledge. It’s my privacy and my trust being violated. I’ve already let a violation go in the past, but this one now just raises more questions.

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 Posted by at 9:23 am
Aug 172014
 

There are no lines drawn on parchment.

No friendly waypoint to guide us.

As we explore each other’s bodies, we navigate through the lustful haze.

Through calm seas and tempest, I cling to you, my anchor.

For I require no maps or instructions, as we journey forth to discover each other’s hidden coves.

 

 
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Aug 162014
 

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Aug 152014
 

My wrists and ankles

He was untying, I moved,

He spanked me for that.

 

Cock in back of throat.

My little fuck hole, he said,

I’m going to cum.

*Haha, okay I cheated a bit. I wrote these a few days before I saw the prompt, but it works perfectly (and talk about not using a lot of words).

Extra Credit: Through reading and slow training, we’re experimenting with my deep throat skills. Challenging because of his ridiculous size. Honestly: I suck at it but I’m so proud of how what I am able to do at moments. Definitely a technique we’re  both happy to work on.

Also, I don’t give up control easily. It takes a really firm man with a non negotiable tone and physical repercussions to get me to submit. But once I’ve settled that I am not in control in my mind, I happily follow his lead from that point on. One day I  hope that it’ll come easier, that I won’t need to test the boundaries but will feel secure within them sooner.

And I would never classify myself as a Daddy’s Girl. Not a title I’d be comfortable with, though I do respect the kink. If someone said, “who’s your daddy” I’d laugh hysterically, or hit them, depending on how into a scene we’d be.

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FFF Prompt for 8/15 – Daddy’s Girl

Key Phrase: Training
Word Limit: 200
Forbidden Words: Dom, Sub, D/s, pain
Bonus Words:  Who’s your daddy?
Extra Credit:  What have you been trained to do?

 

 

 Posted by at 7:26 am
Aug 142014
 

I made a list of things to do in my domination. So far he had prepared the massage wax for later, tied the straps to the posts and shortened them to bind himself, found our blindfold, fingered me to an orgasm, edged himself (fucking hot and challenging for him), and had sex with me – bringing me to three orgasms but ordered not to cum himself.

When the list said it was time to be tied up, he touched me and was punished.

Strapped back in, I commented how nice and relaxed I was, how I needed to cum. He agreed good naturedly. After placing the blindfold, I kissed his body, always with a teasing sensation rather than for any real pleasure. I straddled and put just the tip inside of me, saw his sexy smile, slowly slid down, slowly slid up, stopped at the tip and bounced with him right at my entrance for a minute, and then slid off of him and straddled his face.

He licked and sucked while I rode his face. I stopped him before it became too pleasurable for me – I didn’t need to be distracted.

Then the knife came out. Up and down, glided across his smooth skin, cold against his neck, scratched across his nipple, traveled over thighs and then ever so gently around his sex. My mouth would occasionally wander to where his skin was coldest from the blade to warm him up and give him the contrast. His noises showed his appreciation and shock at the temperature play.

I put the knife back in the ice bucket and put on a glove. Kissed his shaft as I put on lube, I carefully inserted first one and then two fingers into his anus. I watched his face. I checked in with him to make sure I had enough lubrication – we are both so inexperienced at anal play still. Then I grabbed the glass dildo out of the ice and rubbed it across his neck. His sharp intake of breath made me smile. Continuing to finger him, I slid the freezing glass across his body, took delight in seeing him fighting against the urge to shiver as it traveled up the inside of his thighs. When I moved it in between his cheeks, I paused to use more lubrication and then slowly – always watching his face for comfort – inserted the cold implement.

Once it was all the way in, and he was more comfortable with both the temperature and the size, he commented, “who would put something like that in ice first?”

I laughed. “Only someone truly cruel,” I answered, thinking to how often he did that to me.

I kissed his body while moving the glass in and out at a slow, cautious pace. After a bit, I stopped. “One of the last tasks,” I stated, untying him and removing the blindfold. “Put me in the strap stuff.”

He stood up next to me and helped me slip into the harness and inserted the bulb of the dildo into my body. As he was making sure the straps were tight, I kissed his neck and bit playfully. When he stood back up, I marveled at how tall he was, how handsome.

Then told him to lay back down with a pillow and towel under his hips. He obeyed, and slowly I inserted the large dildo into him. I leaned down to kiss him when it was fully in, knew he liked tender moments during sex, then leaned up and began thrusting my hips back and forth, took the dildo almost out and then back in with a rhythm that I liked. He began stroking himself and came almost immediately, great white droplets on his hand, his stomach and chest, even the pillow under his head. He climaxes so hard from being pegged, that part is so sexy to me.

I slowed my movements to a stop, then withdrew from his body. “Go clean yourself, and then lay back down.” He listened, and while he was in the bathroom I discarded the strap on gear, stripped the towel and replaced it with another along the side of the bed. When he came back in, I patted the bed where the towel was laying. Though he didn’t need aftercare, and I applied no pain element since he dislikes it, I poured massage wax over his back and thighs and gave him a massage – which I washed off in the shower we took afterwards. Another element to show him how much I appreciated him.

The whole thing lasted two hours, as I wanted to make sure that I covered a wide range of sensations and varying degrees of domination and love. While we ate lunch that I prepared afterwards, he commented that he liked it, that he appreciated being the center of attention and focus of sensations for so long. It’s the most specific he has ever been – I am grateful for the feedback and not feeling like a failure yet again.

In writing about the experience, I find it dry and matter of fact. This is perhaps because I was matter of fact in my approach, that because I was truly so focused on him that I didn’t allow myself to think or even feel much during the experience. I had very little sensations to describe. And I was nervous in trying to give him what he wanted but couldn’t voice.  Sadly I feel that I will always maintain this type of distance from the experience, but I am thrilled that he loved what I did, and less reluctant to try again now.

 Posted by at 9:10 am
Aug 122014
 

So, he had asked for me to dominate him. For those that regularly read, this is always tricky for me. We even had a conversation a few days prior how I need something specific from him, how he has expectations that I don’t know about and therefore fail at, how I grope around the dark (as it were) trying to find that magic desire. He stated that I should just keep trying something different every single time until I get it right, that he is unsure how to verbalize.

I postponed it for weeks. Yes, weeks.

He was home for the day, on the computer relaxing. I told him to let me know when he finished a game he was playing, and then set myself off the bedroom. I opened up the toy chest and was immediately thwarted in not being able to find our ties and velcro cuffs.

I’m not cool like him – I am not good with rope.

I found the strap on dildo and harness. I couldn’t find the blindfold either.

I laid down and do what I do best: I made a list of what I needed and what I was planning – though the planned part was vague so that he didn’t understand.

When he came in, and saw the strap on tools, he requested for a quick break and shower. By the time he toweled himself off, I was done with the list, laying the middle of the bed with just a t-shirt on. I threw him the list. “Complete each one, wait before completing another as I have a task you need to do in between each step.”

He cleaned out the wax warmer and put in massage wax (listed). Then fingered me to orgasm (not listed).

He tied the ties around the bedposts and set them for his size (listed). Then edged himself (not listed).

*That was fucking hot. I had never had him do that before. I watched his body and facial expressions but didn’t touch. It took awhile, but while one hand was stroking his amazing looking cock, the other would roam – it was this hand I was most interested in. What felt good to him, where did he go and what did he do that I may not be doing? He was panting by the time he stopped, just short of an orgasm.

He found the blindfold (listed); he gave me three orgasms through sexual intercourse without cumming (not listed). I tried to push him to a limit that I thought he was capable of but we had not attempted yet.

Next up on the list was him being tied. He touched my nipple as I tied a wrist; I warned him. He did it again with the other wrist; I unstrapped him. “What are you doing? Why are you doing that?” he asked.

I laid down after unstrapping him fully. “You need to give me two orgasms with sex again. The first for touching my nipple after a warning, the second for questioning me.” Surely he knew in dominating me that there are always consequences for not obeying, especially because I cannot physically force his body to do anything – no, I needed his cooperation fully.

This time it was an obvious struggle for him to continue pumping in and out of me without cumming, I counted the orgasms – tried to squeeze my body to make it easier for me to cum so that he wouldn’t struggle as much with shortened time. He was panting again with the effort to hold back the pleasure.

But I wasn’t done with him; after all, I had a list of things and we had barely scratched the surface.

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