femsubdenial:

beggingforpermission:

icanbegentle:

beggingforpermission:

desire-avenue:

accessible [ak-ses-uh-buhl]

Part of Speech: adjective

Definition: approachable, serviceable, up for grabs, ready for use

And that’s exactly how she was for me. I fucked my property really good in that position for an extensive period of time, keeping my hand on her throat the entire time and enjoying every second of it.
And it wasn’t all the bites on her tits, the slaps to her face or the fact that I forced her to cum so many times for me that made her smile like that. She smiled because she was being used in ways she’d only dreamed of before.

That was the smile of a submissive who was given the opportunity to fulfill her purpose, to live her true nature and do just that: let herself be taken and used for her Dominant’s sole pleasure. She smiled because my hand on her throat meant that nothing belonged to her anymore; not her body, not her thoughts, not her reactions, not the countless orgasms I forced upon her, not even that moment in itself.

“None of this is for you, little one. This is all mine.” I reminded her. 

Nothing for her. Nothing was hers. She surrendered everything willingly, obediently… with a smile.

The other night I came over to visit New Partner. It wasn’t one of our regularly scheduled dates, but I we missed one earlier in the week. I missed him and wanted sex. I thought about it all day. Texted him all day how much I wanted him. Was ready to rip his clothes off the second I could get a hand on him.

And when I showed up, he needed…something else. We cuddled for a while and then spent about 30 minutes with me quiet at his feet while he decompressed on the computer. I leaned my head against his knee and he put his non-dominant hand in my hair and against the back of my neck. I waited there, available for whatever he needed me for, but a silent, supportive, submissive companion. At some point, he got the mental relaxing time he had needed, and the energy shifted.

All of a sudden he pulled me up by my hair until I was partially sitting on him and then wrapped his arm around me to occlude. I quickly dropped and we moved on to tugging and pinching at skin and pressure along the most painful (and still safe) parts of my body. We moved into the bedroom to continue our foray of bruise-leaving bites, painful grips, and punches that made me ache for more. He was mean. He was fast. He wasn’t playing me like the skillful musician he can be. He was just…using me.

It was awesome.

When he was ready to fuck, he started with my mouth. Usually he isn’t particularly aggressive when his cock is in my mouth. Usually at that point it’s about my servicing him. This was about him taking from me. Taking what he wanted unapologetically. And when moved into place, he took me hard and fast, not permitting me any time to move up the arousal ladder myself.

He said later that he had wanted to ride me hard and put me up wet. Because that night was for him – not for me.

I’d say he succeeded.

I have a non-Dominant hand?

Really? *That’s* what you got out of that story? You are way too spoiled by my making you look like a sex god on tumblr on the regular. 😉

Bwahahahaaaaaa!