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First Time with Daddy
This happened a few years ago. I had been having several issues with my stomach that doctor’s couldn’t figure out. They tried everything under the sun, and eventually said I needed a vaginal ultrasound to see if it was ueteran.
It was scheduled and ready to go in a few days. I was eating dinner with my dad on the couch, watching tv when he asked, “Are you nervous for Monday?” he scratched his stubble as he looked to me.
He was a tall, broad man. Mid forties, blonde hair, musclely, but had a pad of fat to soften up his stomach. Although he still looked great without a shirt on and displaying his hairy chest off to everyone.
Me on the other hand, I was lanky, long flowing dark hair, fairly nice boobs at a C, and a pair of hips.
I shrugged, “A little.”
He chuckled, “Yeah, I guess it’s not the most comfortable thing going up there.”
I looked to him with a raised eyebrow, “What do you mean?”
“You’re serious?” he said. My confused expression made him continue. “They’re going to stick their tool up you to perform the ultrasound to your uterus.”
“In me? I thought they were just gonna scan the area!?” I exclaimed.
“Yeah, it’s… Invasive.” he said. “But you at least have done reference to go off of. Right?”
I looked at him confused. “What do you mean?”
“Sex.” he said nervously. “I assume being how beautiful and social you are, and having Ben as a boyfriend for six months before breaking up, that… You know, had to have done it at least once.”
“No, we haven’t.” I admitted. “And i haven’t.” he looked at me with genuine surprise in his face. “I’m still a virgin.”
“Wow. Okay.” he said. He cocked his head to the side, “It might be alright then.”
“Might?” I questioned.
“Yeah. Do you…” his face reddened with embarrassment. “do you still have your hymen.”
“Yeah.” I said confidently. Two seconds passed before doubt sank in. “Wait, no… I don’t know. Maybe. Well what does it matter anyhow!?”
His lips pulled to show his white teeth clenched nervously, “It kinda does. They’re not gonna take your virginity if you still have it.”
“Oh. Well, umm, how do I check?” I asked. He was completely shocked. “What does it look like?” I continued.
He pulled his face hard with his hand. “You, umm, well you have a hand mirror? Or, umm…”
“Daddy?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you know what they look like?” I asked.
“Yes. I do.” he said.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah?” he responded nervously.
“Can you check to see if I have one?”
He exhaled a heavy sigh. “I mean, I guess I have to.” He stood and headed to his room. “we have better light here.”
I followed him to his bedroom and sat on the bed. He turned on the overhead light and moved the one on his dresser and angled it to me. “You need to, umm” he gestured at my pyjama pants.
“oh, right.” I said. I popped my thumb in the waistband and slid them off. He stared at my panties before taking a deep breath and kneeling in front of me.
“Okay.” he said. His fingertips scooped under my panties and slid them down my legs. He eye locked into my bare pussy once it was exposed and kept looking as he discarded my panties to the side.
“It’s okay.” I said, encouraging him to continue.
“R-right.” he gently placed his fingertips on each of my pussylips and gently pulled it open. He moved his head at an angle to let a lot of light in. “Oh nooo.” he muttered
“What!?” I asked nervously.
He looked at me with concern, “it’s there.”
“What do we do?”
“We have to cancel the appointment.” he said.
“No, we can’t!” I pleaded. “I need this appointment!”
“I know, sweety, but they’re not gonna break it.” he said, empathy in his eyes.
My head fell back on the bed in disappointment. Just as my dad was about to rise I looked back at him, “No, I can keep that appointment.”
“how?” he asked. Only a moment later he realized what I meant. “I don’t know about that, sweetheart!”
“But what other choice do we have!?” I pleaded. “I’m just saying whatever minimal effort gets the job done. Will your finger do it?”
He contemplated my begging. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Will you do this for your daughter?” I begged, almost crying. “Please. You know how much I need this appointment.”
With a long, heavy sigh, “Okay.” he agreed.
I let my head fall back. “Thank you.”
“mmhmm.” he grunted. I felt one of his thick fingers wiggle at my entrance. I inhaled sharply as it teased its way in and hit a blockage. I felt the tip run against it, teasing and playing almost. The sensations made me begin to get wet and he noticed.
Little by little he began to apply pressure. I tried to withstand to increasing pain, but it became too much and he pulled away from my hymen. “it’s okay, just relax.” he said. “Daddy won’t hurt you.”
A spasm rang through me when he said that and my pussy leaked even more. “I know I said.
He tried again, teasing and then easing the pressure in but I backed away after it became too much. “I’m trying…”
“I know.” I said. “what else can you do to help.”
He his lip hard as he zeroed in on a certain part of me. “Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Yes.” I said
“Okay. Maybe this will help.” he lowered his head and engulfed by clit with his mouth.
My legs tighten up as I clench his bed sheets in a whimper. “Fuck.” I said, and it made his tongue swirl harder on me. His fingers continued to prod under the comfort of his mouth. Despite the moans that would escape that would fuel him to swirl and suck even more, it wasn’t enough to back away once more from the pain.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” I said, rocking my head
“It’s okay, it’s okay. We’ll just keep going.” he reassured.
“I think the pressure is too finite.” I said
“What do you mean?” he questioned with narrowed eyes.
“I mean, I think your fingers are too sharp. I don’t know.” I said
“No, no, I get it. Umm…” his eyes looked to mine. They had a look I’ve never seen before in them. “We could try one last option.”
“What’s that?” I asked nervously.
He rose and his gym sorry were stretched far away from him. Even though it was restrained, I could tell how big his cock was. He pulled them down and his beefy cock swung in freedom.
“It’s the last thing I can think of.” he said. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“No, I do.” I said with determination. “All you’re doing is just breaking my hymen, that’s all.”
“Yeah.” he played along. “once the job is done we’ll stop.
“Right.” I nodded my head fast as I scooted up the bed. I parted my legs again after he climbed up and put his fat head between my lips and slid it up and down slow.
“Relax, baby.” he said as he slid his head, and then his shaft up and down my slit, soaking it in my juices. His precum poured like a fountain and coated my entrance.
He leaned over me and thrust his shaft in a slow rythm. Our eyes were locked, and something overtook us. He lowered his head and his lips connected with mine. A fire numbed my mind when our lips connected. Our breathing intensified as our tongues swirled, and how he ground faster against me.
He moved a hand between us and guided his head in. I inhaled sharply as his engorged head began to stretch my apart. He hit the blockade and teased it with mild strokes, and engulfed me further in his hungry kisses.
He thrusted, then pushed firmly until I jolted and yelped in pain as he sunk further after finally breaking the barrier.
“It’s okay, it’s okay.” he said. “ It’s done.”
He tried to pull out but I clenched him with my arms and legs, “Stop! That hurts. Just give me a second.”
“Okay.” he said. His eyes roamed me, and as if through instinct began kissing me again. Little by little he sank further into me, devirginizing me more with every inch.
My arms relaxed a bit as my legs remained tied around his lower back. He began to pull out, I moan at the sensation and as if by cue he thrust back in and releases one of his own.
“I’m sorry, sweety. I know I need to pull out now.” he said.
“It’s okay, daddy.” I breathed heavily. “It helps with the pain.”
His eyes grew wide, “okay. Just for a little bit then. Til you feel better.”
I nodded my head fast as I bit my lip. He pulled back a bit, and pushed in me again. I moaned as his cock forced my walls to mold around. My moans made him roll his eyes shut and moan himself as his movements formed a rythm.
Our moans became less restrained, and his rythm became faster and deeper. He lowered his torso further into me as my legs never ceased clinging onto his lower back. My arms were wrapped around his upper back and holding the back of his shoulder blades, our eyes full of animal instinct as he devoured my lips once more.
“Fuck daddy.” I moaned as we broke for air.
“I know.” he said slowing. “We should stop now. We’re going too far.” I could feel him starting pull out of me.
I clenched him to a stop with his legs. “I know, but I don’t care!”
“Sweetheart, this is incest! It’s bad on so many levels!” he said, ever so slightly nudging back in.
“You’re right. But I always wanted my first time to be special, you do too.”
“Yeah, but not like this.” he said, shaking his head with his eyes closed.
“Me either. But we’re here still after going what we needed to do. You’re still inside me.” he inched a bit further at that and I gasped a bit. “I love you daddy. I trust you. And you did nothing but take care of me right now. Isn’t that what it’s about for a girl’s first time?”
He opened his eyes and nodded slowly. “Yeah. It is.”
“It’s just once daddy. I want to enjoy it.” My eyes were pleading.
He sank back balls deep in me and my eyes rolled in pleasure. “Okay, baby. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”
“Thank you, daddy!” I said as our lips reconnected.
He was like an animal at that point. He devoured my lips in hunger, sucked on my neck, and clench my breast as he suckled on my nipples. It sent furious waves of pleasure throughout me in combination with his cock pounding me at an ever increasing rate.
“I love you baby!” he said in my ear.
It sent tingles to my stomach. “I love you too daddy!”
“Baby!?”
“Yes, Daddy!?”
“I need to cum!” he growled.
“Okay Daddy!” I moaned.
“I know it’s the worst thing to do right now, but I need to cum in you!”
“I don’t care, Daddy!” I said as I locked his eyes with mine. “Cum in me, Daddy. Cum in your daughter! Cum in your little girl!” I begged
His pace was animalistic, hard, fast, and determined. His already heard cock became like diamond within me, and his bull balls that slapped against my butt with every thrust became engorged. He held my neck and forced my eyes to watch his. He was a slave to desire, and I was a slave to his.
“FUCK!!!” he growled.
His eyes clenched shut as his mouth strained open flashing his teeth. His hips crashed into mine one final time and he laid himself on top me giving me no choice but to feel every sensation. His gigantic cock forced my walls to stretch even farther as it pulsed. Rope after rope of searing hot cum blasted my cervix point blank.
My tingling intensified feeling my father mercilessly inseminated me. I begin to spasm against his cock, my walls milking every thick inch, massaging his head, and my cervix vacuuming up every drop of cum out can. My legs and arms clenched my dad even harder than before as I wailed. I felt juice build up within me as his cock blocked its freedom, some leaking out around his pulsing thick shaft.
“Did I make you?” he asked with a dazed looked.
“Yeah.” I panted.
He smiled with pride and kissed me once more. This time sweet and gentle, as the last pulses of his cock throbbed within me.
We stayed like that, molded to each other for awhile. He cock remained within me until it became fully soft. Once it head he rose and slowly retracted.
He gave one last moan as his head popped out of me. “Fuck.” he said with a glazed look in his eyes. He collapsed to his side next to me, both of us huffing and trying to regain our composure.
“Did we just…” my dad started to ask.
“Yeah.” I breathed.
He peeked over and reached to the touch his cum oozing out of me. He swirled it between his fingers. “I really came in you?” he asked rhetorically in disbelief to himself.
“Yeah. You did.” I said.
There was a long period of silence between us. He eventually turned his head to me, “Sweetheart?”
I turned to meet him, “Do you regret it?” he asked. His eyes were vulnerable and frightened.
“honestly, no. I don’t.” I said with full confidence
“Really!?” he sighed with relief.
“Yes, dad. Really.” I smiled. “Do you regret it?”
His eyes flicked with consideration but came straight back to mine. “No. I absolutely don’t. Because I was able to make your first time special.”
“Yes you did dad.” I smiled. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” he smiled as he leant in to kiss me one last time that night before we drifted off to sleep in each others arms.
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latest fantasy (a little poorly written and quite long)
i wake up in a small room, completely naked. the walls are wooden and high and the floor is covered in straw, like a barn stall. there is no way out but i try for hours to escape, growing more desperate as i get thirstier and hungrier, trying to figure out where i am and how i got here.
maybe a day later the door opens. it’s a man in a lab coat and latex gloves that go all the way up to his elbows, over his sleeves. he walks to where i’m sitting and offers me a glass of water, which i drink quickly. i fall to my side yet am still conscious as the effects of the drug take place. my body is limp. he picks me up with ease and places me on a cart with wheels, restraining my wrists and ankles even though i am unable to move. he wheels me down a long hallway, passing many many other stalls filled with the sounds of pain.
we go through door after door until finally we make a turn into a small, well-lit room with what looks like a table for surgery and small tables scattered around holding terrifying medical contraptions. i am placed on the table spread-eagle, restrained not only by my wrists and ankles but also by a strap across my tummy, my neck, and my knees. a large ball gag is shoved in my mouth. the man leaves the room. i lay wondering what will happen to me and trying to convince myself it’s some kind of nightmare. slowly i am able to flex my fingers and my toes again.
the man along with several other people in identical outfits come into the room holding clip boards. they stand around the table making comments on my body, poking and prodding me as they talk. i squirm and try to protest but they pay me no mind, continuing to write down important observations.
“Small breasts, yes, but there’s no tissue damage present at all, and her nipples are quite sensitive.” one of them rolls my nipples between his fingers gently, making me moan involuntarily. how did they know my nipples are sensitive? did someone examine me while i was passed out in the stall?
“Is she prepped for breeding?” i squirm harder. the doctors all gather between my legs. first they make visual observations, then one gloved finger starts to rub my clit. i jerk and spasm on the table as the finger goes in small circles, bringing me just to the edge of an orgasm before stopping. the same finger then delves into my pussy, feeling around inside. another doctor puts their finger in and wiggles it around. more and more fingers start to enter me and it quickly grows painful. “hm, small hole. it seems like it could stretch to accommodate a bull, though.” a what?!?!
the doctors remove their fingers and one roughly enters my ass, feeling around just as before. “wow, very tight asshole. i’d love to fuck this one here.” i’m realizing these people probably aren’t doctors.
most leave the room, but two stay behind prepping some sort of machine out of my line of sight. i hear beeping and some laughter from the doctors. they roll over a large metal box with many buttons and controls. as i’m trying to figure out what this machine might do, one of the doctors starts to absentmindedly rub my clit. i close my eyes and try to ignore the good feelings emanating from my cunt.
suddenly, i feel an immense pressure on both of my nipples, prompting me to scream and look down in horror. they had attached a milking machine to me! it was making obscene sucking noises as it pulled my poor nipples into the tubes, alternating the pumping from one to the other. the doctors laugh at me and go back to the other side of the room to do god knows what. the pain in my nipples consumes all my attention and i start to shake and sweat. the two doctors walk back over with two syringes. my eyes go wide as i watch in fear. they bend down and carefully insert the needles into the sides of my breasts. the pain of both the milking machine and the liquid shooting into my breasts makes me black out, the pumping of the machine fades into nothing.
i slowly wake once again. this time i’m on all fours, completely restrained, with a bar above and below my breasts as if to hold them captive. i become painfully aware of how exposed my sex is. i take note of my surroundings- i am in the barn stall again, on a tall platform that holds this demeaning bondage contraption. i’m about three feet above the straw covered floor. i wait and wait for hours until finally the door opens. my behind is facing the door and the restraints prevent me from looking behind me. i hear a grunt and a loud exhale. wait... was that a horse? a cow? the sound of hooves gets louder as the large animal enters the stall. i hear a few people alongside it, presumably the doctors again. i’m forced to continue looking straight ahead as i feel the same intense pressure on my nipples as before and hear the horrendous sucking pumping noises of the milking machine. i feel a hard slap on my back. “thaaaats it girl, who’s a good little cow? you are! yes you arrrre.” the ball gag in my mouth once again prevents me from screaming too loudly.
there are loud shuffling noises and grunts from the animal who is now positioned behind me. i feel cold air on my cunt as he exhales onto it. i shiver in fear. the doctors laugh. they walk around the animal and the milking machine to stand in front of me. i glare at them as fiercely as i can until i feel my restraints shaking, the contraption groaning under the weight of something... the animal! i feel his body heat above me, confirming my worst fears. my mind travels back in time to a day at the zoo. my siblings and i had giggled at the sight of a giraffe mounting another giraffe- is that what was happening to me? “there you go big fella! show this cow who’s boss!” one of the doctors shouted.
one of the doctors walked up to me and squatted down so we were face to face. he smiled wide. “our big bull is about to breed your tiny little cow cunt. we’ve been performing experiments here for quite some time, trying to form humans into cross species hybrids. you’ll be our little mama cow. we’re going to keep you here, milking you 23 hours of the day. you’ll be bred like this over and over. that sweet little womb of yours will create the worlds first human cow hybrids.” he patted the side of my face. “we’ll have fun with you.”
something hit my outer pussylips. the bull’s cock. he moved it back and forth across my slit, trying to find the entrance. i moaned as it touched my clit. “ha!! the little sluts enjoying this!”
i felt it enter me for a second, the tip already too big for my small pussy. i sighed in relief as he pulled it out, just to scream the loudest i ever have in my life as he plunged as much as he could back in. i felt like i had been split in half by this bull’s humongous cock. it pistoned in and out of me, hitting my cervix with every thrust. tears rolled down my cheeks as i sobbed. i tried to plead with the doctors with my eyes, tried to convince them to end this torture. they continued to laugh. i noticed with confusion that my nipples felt different. looking down, i saw that traces of milk had appeared! not long after, two thin streams shot from them. the milk was sucked into the machine.
with horror i noticed that the bull had slowed down and was now resting against my cervix. he pushed forward once more and emptied rope after rope of his potent sperm directly into my womb. i felt the warmth grow in my tummy as he filled me to the brim. the doctors turned off the milking machine much to my relief. they ushered the bull out of my stall. one doctor stayed behind. i recognized him as the one who had talked to me. he walked around to my behind. i heard a few loud beeps and some mechanical whirring. something was pressed directly to my clit. it started to vibrate and my whole body spasmed. the doctor stood up and exited the stall, closing and locking the door behind him. the vibrating continued through the whole night as the bull’s seed found my eggs.
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When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasn’t really a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. I said ‘sure it is, you’ve either had sex before him, or you haven’t’. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.
In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.
And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.
And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.
And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.
And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.
And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.
And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.
And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.
-16 year old girl
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Reposting this a a victim of sexual abuse from my brother
Reblogging as a victim of rape by a close friend.
Reblogging because my sister, mother, and friends have all been used without permission.
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Through this guide, and all other BDSM related guides, I’m going to be extremely candid, honest and potentially vulgar, because I’m just talking, which means chances are I’ll swear a lot. I’m not trying to be professional, I’m trying to be educational. This isn’t a guide for writing or roleplaying, this is a BDSM guide - and you can use it to help improve your writing of a character involved in the BDSM community, but regardless.
Keeping in mind, that BDSM relationships are very flexible, and what doesn’t work for one person, might work for another. So any of my personal stories or opinions are completely optional. However, there are things through the BDSM community that absolutely SHOULD be standard, and absolutely SHOULD be mandatory.
If you have questions or comments, my askbox is always open.
In this first guide, I’m not going to cover types of D/s M/s relationships, because I believe each deserve their own guide, and I’ll be writing those out systematically over the next week or so. This guide is just going to be about terminology, what should and shouldn’t be, what needs to be, and basic safety.
I’m also never going to talk about Gorean (a fictional fucking book) practices, because personally I find them fucking dangerous, so if that’s what you’re looking for, please look elsewhere.
First and foremost, if you’re going to take part in anything BDSM related, you need to know yourself, and you need to know your partner. If you’re looking to get into the community, but you haven’t had any experience, before jumping into an ownership, I suggest you join fetlife, and try to find some munches in your community. NOT PLAY PARTIES. MUNCHES.
A munch is just a gathering, where people interested in ______ get together, chat, and eat. They’re usually hosted in public places, so that newcomers feel at ease. So find yourself a publicly hosted munch, and get yourself out there talking to people.
So before I actually start talking about the meat of it, some things to know are.
BDSM | Bondage/Discipline. Dominance/Submission. Sadism/Masochism.
When it comes to BDSM, everything is really pick and choose - you do not have to be interested in the B/D or the S/M to want to partake in the D/s aspects. You don’t have to enjoy being tied up, to want to be owned. You don’t have to enjoy being whipped, to enjoy being owned. People have such a misconception; oh like being whipped and handcuffed?
Nope, that’s on you and your partner. If you’re not interested in being tied up, make it a limit.
You do not have. To do anything. You are not comfortable. Doing. End of.
SSC | Safe Sane Consensual
Kind of an obvious practice within the BDSM community - but, you will meet people that say they don’t practice this. Don’t, just don’t say it’s not needed, because it is. Without SSC, you’re just in an abusive relationship. While not everything in BDSM is safe (knife play, edge play, breath play for instance) it needs to have a level of safety; which just means you know how to practice this safely. It’s the difference between skydiving with, and without lessons.
RACK | Risk Aware Consensual Kink
Much like SSC, it’s absolutely needed, if you ask me personally. Every single one of my BDSM relationships have been both SSC and RACK practicing. This one is pretty simple to understand - and while it’s not needed for things as simple as missionary sex, if you’re going to be playing with breath play, what RACK means, is that you and your Dominant have talked about the risks of the play, you’re both aware of the potential harms, and you’re both interested in exploring the kink.
If one party says, yeah, never mind - it is no longer consensual, and if your Dominant forces you to explore this kink without your consent. It is rape; and you’re not in a fucking safe environment.
PRICK | Personal Risk Informed, Consensual Kink
This, in my opinion is probably one of the most important things you can stick to. PERSONAL RISK INFORMED - this means that you, either the Dominant or the submissive, have been smart enough to look up the risks of whatever play you’re getting into. Which means you UNDERSTAND what you’re doing.
I have this thing that I believe; if you don’t understand it, don’t do it. So this really tickles my fancy. Personally, I’m a big fan of breath play, and I’ve played with it, I’ve done my research, I know what risks I am putting onto my submissive, and I know how to hold a neck properly, be it with a belt or my damn hands. BUT if my submissive doesn’t understand the risks, if they don’t know about breath play - I’m not going to do it, until they’ve bothered to do some fucking research.
TPE | Total Power Exchange
This is a term used mostly between a Master/Mistress and their slave. It means what it says - total power exchange. A M/s relationship is usually a lot different than D/s relationships, because slaves (most, not all) choose to forgo essentially any rights. They become the property of their Master/Mistress, and no longer own themselves. While it seems harsh, it’s what they choose, because it’s what makes them happy. I’m not going to delve too deep into TPE right now, because it’ll be addressed further in the Master/Mistress - slave guides.
CNC | Consensual Non-Consent
This is a big deal to me, because it’s risky, and it’s serious. CNC is what it says, consensual non-consent; you’re literally forking over your ability to say no. There are CNC relationships, and CNC scenes.
With a CNC relationship, the Dominant and the submissive agree on the terms of their relationship before the start of it. Usually in contract form, or at least it should be. When you’re giving up your rights to say no to someone, it’s important that your circumstances are written out in contract form. Because, while your relationship is CNC - which means your Dom/me can essentially do what they fucking want, you need to have terms that are… “Enough is enough”. I’ll cover CNC a lot more in depth later; but CNC relationships as a whole are usually pretty frowned upon, because abuse can happen real easily. Generally it’s more of a M/s thing, which I’m not personally into, but I do know my fair share about.
CNC scenes are a little more acceptable within the BDSM community, because there is a start, and a finish. It’s usually planned out beforehand, which makes up for the CONSENSUAL part. PRICK/RACK is really pertinent to a CNC scene. CNC is fairly dangerous either way, especially if you’re with someone new, or someone that you’re not EXTREMELY comfortable with.
A LOT of people refer to rape play as CNC - but they’re two fucking different things, and they need to stay that way.
As a Dominant, or a submissive, there are a few things you really need to understand, beyond the above. Limits and safe words are just the founding bricks to an ownership.
Contract. Please have a contract. Please, for the love of the lifestyle, have a contract. It doesn’t need to be extensive, but it should exist. A lot of people forgo a contract, because they don’t think it’s important. But it really is. A lot of BDSM acts are actually illegal, and considered abuse. Having a legally binding contract, showing what you’ve agreed to - and what your partner has agreed to, which can really help against any legal issues. Or, if your partner abuses the contract, it can help put them behind bars where they deserve to be.
A contract should outline the terms of the relationship, and it needs to have the submissives safe words (WORDS NOT JUST ONE), safe signs, and hard limits. This contract should not be broken, not in the slightest.
The contract should be revised by all parties in the relationship every so often, in case safe words change, or limits expand, anything. It needs to be revised. But then again I’m big on sitting down every once and a while with your partner and talking over the workings of your relationship; what could be improved, what is perfect as is, what they want to see eliminated, and what might be nice to add.
Limits
Are. The most important thing. In a fucking BDSM relationship. If someone says they have “no limits" - you need to talk to them, and you need to make them understand how dangerous that is. There are things in the kink-verse that aren’t safe, at all. Make sure the submissive understands they need to have limits, even if it’s as basic as “no children" or “no drugs" - because there ARE people that will take advantage of a “no limits" contract - even if that means breaking the law, or otherwise…
Limits are so basic, but so important. If you’re not sure about limits, you need to talk to your Dom about that, but there are basic things you should understand. Find a list of kinks - whatever makes you feel really uncomfortable reading about should probably be on your limits list.
There is a difference between hard limits and soft limits, though, and you should have a list of both.
A hard limit is a limit that is absolutely untouchable. I’ll use my ex as an example, because it just fucking works.
One of her hard limits was knife play - she hated knives, the idea of one along her flesh just scared the shit out of her, and it wasn’t enjoyable whatsoever. As a respectful Dom, I would never try and force her into knife play - despite the fact I enjoy it. I wouldn’t ever bring it up, because that’s something she doesn’t want. The only time a hard limit can be pressed, is if the submissive brings it up, and asks to try. Otherwise, it’s your duty as a Dominant, and a human being, to respect your subs wishes.
Soft limits are pliable. Going with my ex again, one of her soft limits was breath play when we met - which was shit, because breath play is like, my favorite thing in the world. Anyway, it was a soft limit: which means, she doesn’t want to jump full force into it, she’s not really interested in it, but I was allowed to push gently. And I did; but, I respected her safe words while exploring it. If she asked me to stop, I stopped. After a few months of easing her into the waters, she was begging for my hand wrapped around her neck. A lot of times though, soft limits can become hard limits, because they’re not enjoyable to the submissive.
Respect it.
Safe Words / Safe Actions.
These, as with limits, are absolutely important in any D/s M/s relationship. Even more so than limits, honestly. A safe word is something other than no - that means stop; because sometimes, no isn’t… no. And having your submissive in tears might make you want to stop, but this is why safe words exist. Sometimes no is just play; and if you keep stopping to go “wait no?“ it’s gunna end up being shit.
Personally, I suggest having three safe words. This is to be discussed between the submissive and the Dominant, though. My rule is three. One safe word for stop. One safe word for slow down / I need a break. And one safe word for I’m uncomfortable. For me, it’s important to know when enough is enough, when you just need a breather, or if you just need a hug, to readjust, and get back to it.
Safe actions are the same - but really you only need one that means - I need to speak - at least this is the rule for me. A safe action is a scene pause, so I can pull out your gag, or whatever is making you silent, and you can tell me what you need; be it just a sip of water, or a full stop. A common safe action is touching your thumb to your index finger like a pincer. If you don’t have your hands available to you, bringing a knee to your chest is also something to consider.
If you’re fully restrained, with no voice and no body movements available, your Dominant needs to be the responsible one and stop every so often to make sure you’re alright with the scene.
Pre-play.
AFFFFFFFFFFFFLSKGDSJG SO MANY PEOPLE IGNORE THIS. If you’re just having sex, alright fine you don’t need it. But if you’re playing with the whips and paddles. Please for the love of all that is holy, sit down and talk to your submissive before you do it. So they know what is going to happen. If you want it to be a surprise, that’s okay too, but before any major session, you need to make sure you’re both up to date with safe words, limits, and make sure your submissive is in the mental state to handle any serious play.
Make sure you talk about anything that needs to be talked about - make sure SSC / RACK / PRICK are in play. Make sure they’re not in the wrong mindset to endure whatever you’re going to give them. This is just as important as limits - KNOW your fucking submissive.
After play meetings.
Not mandatory, but it’s something I’ve always done. No, after you fuck, you don’t need to sit down and talk about it. But, if you and your partner are doing something new; electrical play for instance, you do need to sit down and talk about how it went. Was it good, do you want to try more? Was it bad, should we add that to limits? The key to ANY relationship is communication, don’t forget that in BDSM.
Aftercare.
This is different for everyone, but it’s mandatory in my mind. You, as a submissive, might not want aftercare, you might just want to be left alone after a rough scene, but as a Dominant, you need to KNOW what your submissive wants.
Say, as a Dominant, you’ve just brought your little sub through the god damn mill. Paddle to the behind, leaving them red and writhing, in pain and sensitive. Now, you need to know what your submissive needs - because aftercare is where you should be softer, and gentle. This is not your choice, this is your submissives. If they need ice cream and a Disney movie, that’s what the fuck you do.
If they need you to hold them while they cry, that’s what you do. The final is, if they need it, you do it.
This isn’t even the tip of the BDSM iceberg. I have to cover the types of relationships, the types of play, the risks and dangers of different kinks. Oh shit there are going to be so fucking many of these guides. But for now, these are the bare basics…
Above all, I speak mostly from a Dominant perspective.
So if you’re reading this as a submissive. I literally only have one thing to tell you, and that is STAND UP FOR YOURSELF. If your Dominant is abusing your safe words and limits, if you feel like the relationship is more give on your part, and take on theirs, if you’re uncomfortable, if you feel like you’re being abused. YOU NEED TO ADDRESS IT.
If you’re in a dangerous situation, if your Dominant SCARES you - get the fuck out of there. “I am your Master” is never an excuse for abuse.
As a submissive you are the one with the power. Without you, a Dominant has nothing - you can take the power away as easily as you give it. You hold the cards, you are giving your entire being; and if you’re not shown respect, then your submission is not deserved.
As a submissive, you DO NOT HAVE TO BOW TO EVERYONE. If someone walks up to you, and says on your knees, little girl - you don’t have to listen. You are submissive, you are not a fucking toy. You are submissive to the one you CHOOSE to submit to.
No one has power over you. Unless you give it.
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Breaking news - Australian Prime Minister is a piece of shit
So, the Australian government today announced, that they are abolishing the piss poor replacement piece of shit body that governs infant formula marketing.
The marketing code in Australia only covered infant formula up to 12 months, so “Toddler formula” with the exact same branding and messaging as infant formula was created. But at least there was something..
So far, there’s nothing that will replace APMAIF. Tony Abbott is once again a huge fucknuckle of a syphillitic scrotum, who believes that anyone who is not rich as fuck white man (or one of the women he owns) is not worthy of any government spending.
Now, there will literally be nothing to stop unethical marketing to persuade new parents who are extra vulnerable to marketing to buy their brand of formula. Nothing to make sure that if extra ingredients in infant formula are beneficial for babys development, that they are put in ALL infant formulae, and not just the premium priced ones.
Nothing to stop unethical marketing practices that serve to convince new parents that they should doubt the lactation process without good reason. Nothing to stop infant formula and baby food manufacturers from encouraging parents to introduce foods in ways that might be damaging to their baby even though it lines the pockets of the greedy rich fucks.
FUCK YOU, AUSTRALIAN GOVERNMENT
Though I may be a few years behind the 8 ball with this comment, this post is fucking gold, Tony Abbott is the the most useless piece of shit, this country has sat out since Pauline "please explain" fire crotch Hansen and Jacquie "I hate my own country and everything in it including myself" Lambert.
Please could some one cancel Lambert's visa and then ship her of to... I don't know... Fucking Iraq, that'll do.
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I want Daddy to fuck my slutty little pussy. I want to be stuffed full of cock. I want him to talk to me like I’m his little baby girl while he thrusts in and out of me and makes me cum.
I want my pussy to feel so good to him that he cums way sooner than he wanted to, but then he stays hard and fucks me more. He fucks me, using his own cum as lube, until he unloads a second time deep in my little cunt.