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i will never stop addressing how hot free use boys are. i just think it would be pretty fun to have a pretty toy walking around that i can use any time. i wanna come behind him when he’s cooking, groping his pretty body and leaving him a leaking mess that’s just so close, before telling him to finish cooking and walk away. i wanna make him kneel when we’re watching a movie, using his mouth as my personal toy and keeping a hand in his hair to keep him close until i get off and just use him as a pillow after. i wanna make him touch himself in front of me when i’m bored, shoving his hands away a few minutes after and taking matters into my own hand, treating him as my own personal fidget toy that lets out pretty sounds and whimpers, stopping once he’s close before continuing again a few minutes after, cooing at how pretty his pout and teary eyes look, doing it again and again until i finally let him cum all over my fingers, telling him how pretty he is as porn

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Hope you're having a wonderful Friday... I'm a bit tied up at the moment...

the-denial-diaries

As I tightened the harness around my waist, her sharp, manicured nails dug into my wrist. A quick slap was all I needed to pull my hands away.

I was confused by this. For months now, any time she wanted to use me, it meant the strap. She loved replacing my cock with it. Even for me, having something between my legs was enough to gain some pleasure. Albeit, purely psychological pleasure.

“Now, now little slut. I think you’re growing far too comfortable fucking me. I can see you drip from your cage when you do. Don’t you think that’s too much pleasure?”

“I… I don’t even feel anything when we have sex, Miss. I can’t help that I get wet from it.”

“Well, that clearly means you’re receiving pleasure. I find that offensive, honestly.”

That’s all it took. Two sentences, and now months later, she’s reduced me to oral only. If I’m on my best behavior, she allows me to spend hours between her thighs, lost in her intoxicating scent. Lost in how much pleasure she experiences, how my denial only enhances her pleasure.

She knows what I deserve, she knows how desperate I am to please her. The only pleasure I know is hers. I’ve long forgotten my own.