d/s – Page 2 – my corner

This month I decided to run an experiment with you. You’ve said how you can’t decide which part of your body is the best/worst when it comes to craving/being unable to resist the edge. Each day we get to experiment with all of them: anal, vaginal, clitoral and g-spot. The day of the month determines how many of each. Today is the 25th. 25 of each. The data is coming in nicely. Not only are you wet constantly, it’s taking so very little to bring about each edge.
“Please, no more,” I hear you say as your juices begin to run down your leg from the clit teasing just an hour ago.
“Your body wants them,” I tease. “Open for me.”
My fingers slide easily in and curl up to the soft g-spot yet again. I feel your muscles grab me already. I’m starting to suspect these are your favorite, and by extension, the worst if I don’t let you explode, which I won’t.
“Just 25 to go,” I snicker and begin to rub as your hips thrust forward and your eyes roll back into your head.

softhearted-dom:

God nothing is better than hearing your sub gasp, moan, and just beg for whatever you give them. So desperate to please, so desperate to feel pleasure, that they promise they’ll do anything if you just please, please let them cum. So you smirk and the fun begins. Holding a hitachi against them as you slide a dildo into them slowly, maybe even tying the hitachi to them so you have a free hand to hold them down while they take whatever you decide to give them. One hand on their lower stomach, holding them down while you fuck the toy into them as the hitachi brings them such pleasurable torture. Not letting up until you’ve had your fill of watching them come undone, watching them beg and scream. As they get more and more overstimulated, the time between orgasms dropping until they’re constantly shaking beneath your touch. Pulling away and out for just a moment to slip on a harness, fixing the strap on in place while making eye contact so that they know that the night is no where near over. Sliding into them with force while holding the hitachi to them once again. Hearing them scream in pleasure as you bottom out, running the hitachi over all their sweet spots that only you know. Turning them into a panting mess, incoherent and only able to mutter your name in between gasps. Fucking them until they can’t even think, slamming into them until their eyes roll back and their body arches because it’s just too much and they can’t handle it. Watching them relax and take a deep shaky breath as you finally withdraw and pull away. Smiling softly as their eyelids flutter, gathering them into your arms as they drift off, exhausted because man, pleasure can take a toll on a cute sub.

brattyprettysub:

thoughtsandthoughtsoflove:
Before things get messy.
He had her bent over the couch when the front door opened. With a gasped, “Fuck!”, she tried to straighten up, but he kept her pinned with his body weight, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling it until she arched her back. “Don’t you try get away from me,” he growled. “You’ll stay where I put you, understand?”
“But—“ His grip on her hair tightened and she cut herself off. “Yes, Sir,” she gasped, and fell forward when he released her.
“Good girl.” He settled both hands back on her hips, his speed picking up again. The slap of flesh against flesh filled the room and she buried her face in the couch cushions, refusing to look up even when she heard footsteps coming towards them. They entered the room, faltered, then—
“Jesus.” She didn’t recognise the voice. She didn’t know if that was better or worse than if she had.
“Hey, man.” His rhythm didn’t even falter. “Here for that book?”
“I, um. Yeah.” His voice was strangled. “Yeah.”
“It’s upstairs, on my desk. Go ahead and grab it. I’d get it for you, but—“ Here he pressed so deep inside her she cried out. “I’m kinda busy.”
“Yeah. I can see that. Is she, uh—“
“Oh, she’s having a good time.” He let go of her hip with one hand and reached under her to circle a finger over her clit. She moaned, face still buried in the cushions and blushing so hard she thought she might catch fire. “Trust me, she’s having a good time.”