No, I don’t want to hear about your day. I want you to shut up and let me tease the fuck out of you for a few hours until you forget about whatever problems you’re having. It’s a good remedy, don’t you think?
another look at this lovely restraint in actionThis is a fantastic device. It’s small, simple, great for long term bondage and also is great for putting your slave on display.
Yes please!
I had already decided that when I’m able to have a dungeon, I’m going to make dungeon furniture out of pipes and connectors and fittings like this so they are collapsible and maybe even can be combined into new arrangements. I’m going to have to keep this one in mind.
You will ask for every. single. orgasm. Most of the time, I will say no. I’ll keep fucking you, and I’ll certainly keep grinding that wand to your clit. You’ll just need to learn self-control.
Yes.
Hmmmm…. ideas…..
I would so absolutely fail at that.
A perfect ball tie. The base of the cock is wrapped tight to help keep the victim hard. Next the balls are tightly wrapped down until the victim starts to squirm. Finally, the already tight balls are divided making them ache even more. I love taking my time doing this to others and having someone take their time doing it to me. The end result is a rock hard cock and very vulnerable balls ready for squeezing, pulling, impact play, electro pads, and more.
Flash Fiction: The Fuckhole Part 2
Read Part 1 if you’re so inclined. Or don’t. I don’t fucking own you. *Kisses* – D.R.
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“Cry out all you want in frustration but remember that fuckholes don’t cum."
I was stunned, paralyzed, glued to the floor. Both my hands and feet were planted firmly on the ground and I listened to him remove his clothes. I saw everything upside down.
He surprised me with a swift strike against my ass with his belt. Because I was bent over, the skin on my ass was nice and taught, increasing the pain.
"Didn’t see that one coming, did you, fuckhole?"
"No, Daddy."
"Good, good. I’m going to use that dirty little pussy hole of yours to get my cock wet to fuck your ass. Less chance you’ll enjoy it that way. I wouldn’t want a useless fuckhole like you to enjoy yourself while I’m getting my pleasure. Now stand up."
He bent me over the arm of the couch and spread my feet so that I was wide open and exposed.
He rammed two fingers into my pussy, then three, hard and fast. I cried out. At first, the sensation was surprise and a little pain. The pain started to feel good and it spread through me until he suddenly stopped just as quickly as he started. He began spreading the wetness to my ass, first loosening the outside and then probing it.
"Oh, too bad, babygirl. Too bad you’ve never cum from anal. You’ve gotten so close, though. Guess this is going to be really frustrating, huh?"
His fingers entered me deeper and he worked them in and out of my tight little ass.
"Looks like you’re going to be all wet in that hole I won’t be using. That’s good because you’re not going to cum tonight. You’re just going to be nice and frustrated. Isn’t that right, babygirl?"
"Yes, Daddy.”
He smeared additional wetness on my ass and his fingers went in even deeper.
“I’m going to enjoy this. I’m going to enjoy all this pleasure I’ll get out of your holes while watching you suffer, not able to cum. I’m going to cum deep in your tight little ass. Then I might reward you by letting you suck my cock clean. Do you like that, babygirl?"
"Yes, Daddy.”
“What are you to me?”
“I’m your fuckhole.”
“What’s that? Speak up. I didn’t hear you.”
“I’m your fuckhole, Daddy.”
“And what don’t fuckholes do?” he asked.
“Fuckholes don’t cum."
"Very good.”
He pulled his fingers out of me and stepped away. I remained paralyzed, glued to the side of this couch.
I felt his cock press against my tight opening before piercing its way in. I gasped at the sudden intrusion. It hurt at first and I gasped. He began by moving slowly, deliberately. His motions were shallow and small and soon the pain gave way to a new kind of pain, a burning pleasure that spread from my ass to my pussy.
I sucked air and moaned, my mouth buried into a pillow, my face rubbed raw. My drool covered my face and the rough acrylic texture of the pillow.
“You like pleasing me, babygirl? You like pleasing a man knowing he’s so much better than you?"
My blood boiled.
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good, good. But let’s not make this any easier for you.”
He reached his hands underneath me and gently rolled my nipples between his fingers. I screeched because the sensation went straight to my pussy.
“I bet you want to please your betters, don’t you, fuckhole?”
“Yes…”
“And what don’t fuckholes do?"
"Fuckholes don’t cum."
Cheerleading practice was long over, though Emma’s workout was only just beginning.
She hadn’t expected to be asked to come over to Annie’s house, though she jumped at the opportunity to bridge the gap between her biggest rival on the team. Since being picked, Emma had felt much resentment from her team-mates, particularly from Annie; she was unsure whether it was her looks, her acrobatic ability, or the strong bond she alone had already sprung with the coach.
She was just a newcomer, though these girls saw her as a threat, they wanted to show her where she stands.
Under the pretence of wanting to bridge the gap between them, Annie had invited Emma back to her house after training. Little did Emma know that Annie had invited another friend over, both with the same intentions… both waiting patiently for their prey.
The moment Emma entered the bedroom she was surprised to see Tory there as well. Before Emma could ask what it was that they both wanted to talk to her about, Annie pulled her towards them; while the door was behind her and escape was still possible, Emma stayed still, as if trapped by the intense gazes of the two girls before her. Even though she was fully clothed, Emma felt so on display to the pair of girls in front of her, yet her embarrassment was not going to end there. Tory and Annie began to comment on how tightly the outfit fit Emma, taking delight in watching her squirm in embarrassment at the revelation of being the subject of such lustful thoughts. They tried to pour as much imagery into Emma’s mind as possible, from the way every team member watches her arch her back in every routine as if baring her body to the world to gaze at and touch, to the way they hold her in split lifts, as if parting her thighs to every spectator to gaze at the slender curve between her legs, all with one thought in mind. Blushing, Emma stood awkwardly; the images in her own mind overcoming her while Annie moved in closer.
Bad phrasing, say midam and sex marathon. (//O////O//)
The occasions when Michael lets Adam top, Adam responds so enthusiastically that it usually ends in utter exhaustion for both of them. Today, Michael also made the mistake of opening himself up before Adam got home, and since he doesn’t do it often, he couldn’t stop himself from coming, twice, on just his fingers.
He regrets it now, despite how good this feels- he’s folded practically in half, Adam’s hands steadying his legs as he pounds in- because alongside the pleasure is the nagging, burning pain, telling him he needs to stop, he doesn’t have it in him to come again. He ignores it, just keeps murmuring, “Yeah, like that, that’s it, oh, Adam,” until his throat is as sore as his cock.
He comes again before Adam does, cock twitching weakly, spurting a pathetic few drops onto his abdomen, and Adam pulls out, makes to finish on his own. Michael grabs his arm. “No! Keep going!” He insists, and Adam does.
Getting hard again is a painful, slow process, but he’s determined. Adam likes to take care of him, will be concerned about causing him any discomfort, and chances are, if he can’t prove with his body that he wants Adam to keep going, he’ll stop. So, he angles his hips just right for Adam’s cockhead to strike his prostate on every thrust. It hurts a little, but it’s not an entirely bad pain. He slides a hand between their sweat-covered bodies, starts stripping his cock in time with Adam’s rhythm, ignoring how much the oversensitivity hurts- if he just keeps going, he can do this, he’s sure of it.
He does get hard again, eventually, focusing on the needy, desperate sensation rather than the painful one. He’s red faced and panting, but he does it. Not a moment too soon, either, because Adam’s face is scrunching up, his hips are stuttering, and Michael feels the warm wet inside him that indicates Adam has finished.
He keeps going though, cock growing soft. A hand joins Michael’s on his own cock, stroking harder, faster, and together, they pull one last orgasm out of him. He comes dry, shaking, cock clenching around nothing, body jerking and profanities pulled from his lips by the overwhelming too-muchness of it all.
He collapses back to the bed, breathing hard, lets Adam stroke a soothing hand through his hair and press a gentle kiss to his lips. He drifts off to sleep in the middle of the afternoon.
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