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Some endless entertainment.  Having the guys over to watch the game?  Let her moans be background music, wait as cocks get hard and use that wide open mouth.

Kick it up a notch during halftime, whip those bound titties, watch her struggle and hear her yelps fill the room.

As she cums, again, painfully, rub your hard aching cock against her face, listen to her beg for it to stop…..and enjoy her complete helplessness.

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And She Waits

She waitsBut for what?

A spanking?  Some fun toys?  A group of people?

What, I wonder, is this lovely lady waiting for?  Imagine how she feels, the suspense, her heart beating, trying not to jump at every noise.  Is there someone in the room with her?  Perhaps rattling chains, testing whips, whispering to unseen others?

Mmmmmm I would not last long with the suspense 🙂

Mull these thought over readers….have a lovely horny day!


It Started With A Threat….Turned Over :)

He released my ankles and wrists, he let me walk around a bit, get some water, and freshen up while he waited patiently.

I returned to the bedroom to see him waiting.

“Ready?” he asked.

With a nervous smile I got back onto the bed, this time on my back.

He repeated the same basic position, legs and arms spread, ankles and wrists attached tightly and then he held up my new clover nipple clamps.

I held my breath while he attached the first one.  My eyes opened wide at the pain, it was more than I expected.  He attached the other and watched me breath fast, trying to settle into the pain.

He watched my face as he pulled onto the chain, up and down, tugging it, smiling at my gasps.

Leaving the clips for the moment he moved between my legs.  He pushed a butt plug into my ass and flicked on the wand, I strained against the restraints as he pushed it against my clit.

I groaned as he teased me with it, pushing it hard against me, pulling it slightly away.

He lifted the hood of my clit and applied it directly, listening to me howl.

Like a kid he played, pushing, pulling, sometimes taking the wand away and pinching my clit between his fingers.

As my body adjusted, and my moans grew quieter he started to pull on the chain attached to the clips.

I arched and yelled.  The pain shot though my whole body, I tossed my head side to side….the clips, the wand…..moving around and around.

My voice felt strained as I could not seem to stop moaning.  My body was stiff as I tried to lift to ease the pull on my nipples.

I heard him chuckle “I can do this all night.”

I nearly sobbed as I realized he would not stop.  I grit my teeth, determined not to give in.

He may have noticed my determination as he shifted position and knelt beside my waist, and began to pull the chain from side to side, not giving me a chance to get used to the grip.

Shivers seemed to go through my body, first one side, then the other.  The grip of the clips shooting sensations down each side as he shifted them.

I was pulling at the restraints, I wanted to spread my legs wider, I needed to feel that wand more……I strained against it, my body was tight, my mind was loose.

And still he kept going, I felt myself waning, he pulled the chain higher, I yelped and screamed……my safe word spilling over and over from my lips.

He held the chain high for a moment, watching me and finally he let go.

He turned off the wand as I lay shuddering.  He put his face near mine and with his hand on one of the clams he whispered “This is going to hurt.”

I screamed as he released the clip and I felt dizzy.  I did not even notice his hand move to the other clip until the pain shot through me.

He released my bonds and sat back on the bed.

I rolled onto my tummy and curled up next to him.

We talked…….


Pain and Punishment

I knew at a very young age that my desires were not like others.  Hell, even the fact that my mind was so active at such a young age was not normal.

My mind was never filled with visions of romance, with a white knight.  Mine was always filled with thoughts of being taken, forced, restrained, and tortured.

Now the young mind does not comprehend the reality of words like “force” and “torture” so as I grew up and realized that my thoughts were not “normal” I suppressed them.  When I was with people that seemed to be more adventurous, that thought of more that “dinner and a movie” I would embrace the suggestions of  “kinky” quickly.

As I started to understand that my desires were more deep seated than mere bedroom BDSM play I started to fantasize about being bad with my lover, and needing punishment.

These are very enjoyable fantasies, but now I realize they are not necessary.

Only last week I had my own light bulb moment.

I realized that I don’t have to be willful or “bad” to receive the pain I so crave; in this world of D/s if pain is what I need, pain is what I will receive.

In fact, being “bad” may lead to a with holding of the pain, a taunt of the whip laying unused, of the clamps teasing my eyes instead of attached to my nipples where they belong.

That realization brought me some peace.  It removed some of the unnecessary fight from me.

Don’t get me wrong, I know I am no angel, and I will be deserving of punishments in the future, but at least these will be for the right reason, not because I am trying to “top from the bottom”