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Blogging tied and gagged from home. Celebrating my first year on Tumblr
This week marks my one-year anniversary on Tumblr! And I can't think of a better way to celebrate with all of you, my dear readers, than by getting back to my old tricks and blogging tied up and gagged from home.
Since it's a special occasion, there will be surprises this time—my owner plans to tease me and have some fun with me while I blog with you all. Do you want to find out together what kind of mischief he has in store for me?
Save the date: Saturday 20th June at 6:00 PM (Spain time).
A reminder that I will be with all of you this Saturday at 6:00 PM Spanish time, conveniently tied up and eager to chat and tell you how wicked my master will be to me while I do.
Sometimes (few times) I fantasy about being dominant, and this gif represents me so much.
That smile, that playful malice is very me when I get tired of being a good girl.
And yeah, with how much I love making men explode, the problem a sub would have with me is that the moment would come when he’d beg me to stop and let him rest.
I would keep a record of the days and the number of times I'd succeed, and I’d constantly be trying to break my own record—I'm such a child when it comes to that kind of stuff.
(one of the fantasies I wrote and I sent to my Miss in private)
It’s funny... I mean, how every time I come across a gif like this, if it weren’t for having you in my life, my Kinkysweet Miss, I wouldn’t give it a second thought. It would just be another meaningless post in my scroll.
And yet, here I am... staring at it... feeling the wetness of your tongue perfectly on my nipple, carried there by your finger... the way you make it hard... how you play with me... And yes, I feel it in my crotch... I can feel myself getting all turned on.
Yes, I can feel how you only want to turn me on... how you want to have your fun getting me wet without any intention of putting out the fire you yourself are fueling between my legs... You’ve tied me to the bed... You’ve gagged me with the promise of making me moan like never before... You’ve left me exposed... And yes, you told me, you made it very clear that you won't be playing with my cunt today... Maybe with my anus? I dare to wonder...
But you only dedicate yourself to caressing me... to kissing me... to smiling maliciously, watching how my body reacts involuntarily to every single one of your touches... You lick, you suck, you apply pressure, and you constantly remind me that my sex will go hungry tonight... You stroke me near it while you whisper it in my ear and bite my lobe... You’ve already started touching yourself...
'I’m going to give myself a couple of orgasms,' you tell me. 'One for the one you won't have, and another that is rightfully mine.'
With one hand you stroke yourself, and with the other, you stroke me... You moan in my face while your hair brushes against my cheeks... You tell me not to close my eyes, because I instinctively did... To keep from dying of envy... To keep from getting too excited by your own arousal...
You come for the first time and run your soaked sex down my thigh, drawing a line of moisture... You stroke around my sex and you laugh. You laugh, and I hate it...
'I’m going for the second one,' you tell me, swinging a leg over my torso... And you touch yourself frantically, putting your sex right over my face so I don’t miss a single detail of how you do it... You open your labia so I can see your dripping sex... You show me how swollen your clit is... And you touch yourself and touch yourself and touch yourself...
By the time your moans stop, you rub your cunt over my gagged mouth... You get up and leave the room... But you peek back through the door with that mischievous smile that’s usually more mine than yours...
'Ah, I forbid you from touching yourself until further notice. It’s not for any particular reason, you’re a very good girl. It’s just that I feel like being capricious with you, that’s all.'