Karen's cravings

The thoughts and dreams of a submissive girl. 33 / Owned by @artosh17 / Belgium / Too clever for my own good.

[karenscravings]

My fourth assignment

Ten reasons why @artosh17 should not let me cum.

It keeps me eager to obey in the hopes of being allowed release.

Not being allowed to cum clouds my mind, making it harder to focus on something else, making me more pliable.

It reminds me that my pleasure does not belong to me. It is a privilege that can be given and revoked at will.

Through suffering and discomfort I can show my devotion.

I exist to please, my pleasure is optional.

Edging reminds me that I've given up the freedom to choose.

Tying my obedience and my compliance to the gift of rare pleasure conditions me to be more obedient.

Every time I stop at the edge, it tests and strengthens my resolve.

It turns arousal into both a reward and a punishment at the same time, until it's unclear which is which, making way for obedience to come to the foreground.

He doesn't need a reason. He decides.

[mysexualthoughtsandconfessions]

In the mood to have a guy hold me down with his cock deep in me as he plays with my clit until i cum so much my pussy is trying to squeeze him out but his hips keep him hold me in place

[wolfstravelsinmind]

Sounds like a perfect hump day...

[karenscravings]

Yes please @artosh17​

[bdsmtoyprincess1]

[karenscravings]

You warned me not to make too much noise with the snacks when we’re watching a movie. You told me to keep my comments to myself during the film. But I just had to point out that one plothole, that one inaccuracy.

This is the only way @artosh17 allows me to watch a movie with him now. I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it.

[karenscravings]

My third assignment

Sir @artosh17 told me to detail what it means to me to be a dedicated sub.

I've always been a people pleaser, and it's easy for me to follow someone who gives me structure and a sense of purpose. That's just who I am. But that's not what it means for me to be submissive. It's not about following commands or doing things that I know will please my dominant. It's about being able to trust someone above myself. About prioritizing someone else's wishes above my own. "Rub yourself for me" doesn't make me feel submissive, I was going to do that anyway, I just have more of an excuse now. But to be told to do something that I would not have done out my own volition (not the same as something I don't want to do!), to push away the doubt and simply let my obedience overrule my hesitation and my thoughts, that is what makes me submissive. That's what dedication means to me.

[karenscravings]

My second assignment

Sir @artosh17 has ordered me to stand naked in front of a mirror, and to describe how my body is useful for Him.

My hair is long and wavey, easy to grab and easy to hold on to. It functions well to lead me somewhere or to shove my face wherever you want it. My eyes don't work that well, but I don't really need to see well when I'm being led somewhere or when I'm pleasing a man. My nose is easy to hold closed, in case you decide I've lost the privilege to breathe. My lips are soft and kissable, my mouth accomodating to anything you might want to put into it. I barely have a gag reflex, my throat is free for you to use as you please. My neck is long and slender and can easily accomodate a collar, your choking hands, or both.

My tits are small but can be grabbed and held onto easily for you to steady yourself if you're fucking me. My nipples are very sensitive and pinching them is a surefire way to hurt me if you wish. My belly is perfect for you to cum onto. My sides and hips you can grab onto easily to forcefully buck into me.

My cunt exists for you to use. Your tongue, your fingers, your cock, I'd be happy to feel you inside of me. My ass is free for you to use as well, I am a three-holed toy after all, and it is your choice how you use me.

My arms and legs can be bound or chained as you wish, they won't resist your will. My behind and my back you can spank, cane, paddle, whip, flog as hard as you want. As long as my pain pleases you, I can endure it.

My body is yours, please use it Sir.

[karenscravings]

My first assignment

@artosh17 has ordered me to give him five reasons why I don’t deserve bodily autonomy.

I don’t deserve bodily autonomy because:

I exist to please men. Their use of me is more important than anything else I would want to do.

It's unfair for me to turn men on with my body and not let them use that body for release.

I'm happier when I let others decide for me, including when I'm used and by who.

Decisions are easier if I just don't say no.

I'm a woman. My body exists to be used by men, not by me.

[zvrt]

[misssmeat-deactivated20251019]

He sits in his chair reading a new book.

I’m naked and tied next to him on the floor, drool dripping from my gagged mouth and onto my chest. The vibrator has been been pressed to my pussy for nearly an hour - switching off each time I near an orgasm.

He’s holding the vibrator remote, keeping me on the edge of an orgasm. Keeping me on the edge of tears. The edge of sanity.

I whine through the gag. My desperate eyes on him, looking for relief and searching for mercy in his face.

He doesn’t look up. He turns the page of his book and the vibrator switches back on.

Relaxed. Clothed. Barely paying attention to me.

And yet, he is destroying my fucking world.

[faceslapping1]

Tips for faceslapping women

- Find her tolerance limit: First hit her softly and then gradually increase the force of each slap if you see she can take it. - Always make her close her mouth before the slap to avoid her teeth cutting inside her mouth during the slap. - Always hit her in the jaw. Never close to the ear (audition loss hazard), nose (bleeding nose harzard) or eyes. Any hit above the cheekbone (around the eye) will give her a black eye. - If you wanna slap her hard in one cheek, then is useful to support her other cheek with your other hand. This is done to avoid a strong “whiplash effect” on her head. -Avoid slapping her as a punishment/discipline. She has a fatty butt and some sensitive thighs that can be used for that purpose. Those are much safer to hit than her face. Use them. - Never slap her with anger.

A good slap puts a naughty girl immediately in her place. It makes her shut up immediately so it’s really effective against a back-talking girl. Normally it brings instant tears of submission. But it can be a severe tool, so it must be used with care.

Remember: Women are delicate beings and they are easy to break. Better play with your toys without breaking them… so you can keep on playing!

Cheers

;-)

Javier

[instructor144]

Boost. This is actually a pretty good primer on slapping, something one doesn’t often see addressed.

[karenscravings]

What's the most humiliating experience you've had with a guy you've kept fucking?

I’d say it was one time with my ex. He had me pinned down and was fucking me from behind. At one point he goes “This is what you’re for, isn’t it? Just a toy to be used. Say it for me.”

So I say “I’m a toy to be used.”

He replies “Good. Now keep repeating it while I fuck you, toy.”

So there I am, pinned down with nowhere to go, repeating “I’m a toy to be used. I’m a toy to be used.” over and over again while he fucks me hard from behind. Every time I paused he would just stop moving mid-thrust, staying there motionless and telling me to keep going.

By the time he came I was in tears.

[karenscravings]

The taste of cum: hot or not?

I love it. It always feels like a reward. Though I have to admit I tend to prefer to swallow quite quickly ^^;

[hisgoodgirltreasure]

there are no words for tonight

I have discovered, tonight, that–at least for me–there is a difference between a humiliation scene laced with words words meant to degrade, like “stupid”, “dumb”, etc… and an evening where your Sir and Master painstakingly pulls out of you the extreme and unthinkable and humiliating things that you used to pleasure yourself to, things that you buried, things you swore you’d never tell ANYONE, things you were deathly ashamed to admit turn you on. Things that somehow, DAMN Him, He knew. How the hell did He know?

He cracked me open, cast light into the dark places, and planted His foot firmly in the doorway. I was denied my refuge of gestures and expressions and required to give Him words admitting to my desires. I have shed so many tears of shame… and been held, and soothed, and claimed all the more for it.

I am no longer allowed to hide these things. I have been given until Sunday night to confess to Him all of the hidden desires of my deepest, darkest heart.

Tonight.. I am more than simply His girl. I am His slave, His sensualist, His hedonist… His open book. My heart feels bruised but my knees willingly bend as I kneel for Him… and I know He loves me. I will need Him to tell me so, again and again, until the shame is washed away, but He will. He loves me.

[cherishedproperty]

I wrote about this once. There’s humiliation meant to make you feel ashamed and humiliation meant to show you that there is no place for shame with your Dom. The first is useless to me. The second is everything. And I will give everything for it.

[hisgoodgirltreasure]

Reblogged for the added commentary by @cherished-property, because that took my breath away. This is my first experience with it, and it has altered me irrevocably… and I am so, so grateful.

[submissive-seeking]

What @cherished-property said …

My Hubby has a little bit of the “Grand Inquisitor” in Him.

So there I am, blind folded, restrained, a wee bit subspacey, and being repeatedly edged.

All kinds of yummy, right?

And then comes the lovely sound of the wand. He whispers that relief will be granted and places the wand. Oh such luscious vibrations and then His voice telling me that the more I tell him, the more vibrations. And then he begins to push me, asks a few questions, and before all is said and done there is absolutely nowhere to hide. He had me confessing and cumming to every whimpered dark thing I spoke.

In the end I was shaking, sobbing, and completely spent as He released me, scooped me up and reassured me as He cleaned me up.

As He always tells me “Naked and unashamed is how you will be. I won’t compete with secrets or your inner critic. Make no mistake little one, I will have all of you…”

He broke through my deepest delusion and fear. Maybe you have it too:

“If you knew me, REALLY knew me, knew what I thought, knew the things I have done, the things I want – you could never love me.”

In a thousand ways He confronts and shakes loose this old nemesis – the fear that I am unloveable for some reason or other.

Maybe you can relate …

[explorejkt]

To plumb the darkest depths of you is my greatest desire.

[female-orgasm-denial]

These are all beautiful posts describing one of my favourite ways to use edging - to have some lay bare their most intimate thoughts and feelings. And for you to REALLY know them. You can keep your whips and chains. This is where it’s at for me.

[artosh17]

Every day you remind yourself that you’re not a toy. That you are an independent woman, deserving of kindness and respect. Then you’ll end up in my office, bending over my desk or crawling beneath it. I’ll casually lift up your excuse of a skirt, admonishing you for your lack of panties. For your cunt that would already be wet, dripping in heat. I’ll remember that I forgot to have my shoes shined this week, and then I have an idea. I’ll just make do with you. I’ll motion you down carelessly, and you’ll drop to your knees without hesitation, with your arms behind your back by reflex. But I don’t have the inclination to indulge your oral fixation with my cock - yet, at least. Instead, I’ll put my shoed foot right into your lips, fully expecting you to be leaking like a faucet already, and being correct in my assumption. You gasp with the disregard, but your hardening nipples will betray you. I won’t feel like making the trip to get my shoes shined, when I have you right here. I’ll smear my shoe in your grool, and you’ll squeal and moan, begging to be used and treated like my toy. I’ll smile distantly, my mind on more important matters. When I’m satisfied with the glistening on the matte leather, I’ll take my seat and look you in the eye for the first time while pulling your chin up. You’ll try to hide the astonishment in your eyes, thinking I’m going in for a kiss. But obviously I don’t have enough consideration for your wants to intend that. Instead I push your head down to my shoe and say gently, with all the care of a dedicated teacher explaining a solution, “Lick.” You’ll dutifully go to work licking your own love juices off my wingtip. The humiliation is more than you can bear, but you can’t deny the ache in your cunt, which has nothing to do with the shoe roughly scrubbing it. When you finish, I’ll look down from my phone and nod in satisfaction. You’ll have a slight smile of satisfaction on your plush lips. Maybe now I’ll give you the cure to the ache in your pussy. Then, I’ll bring my other shoe forward.

[karenscravings]

The guy that humiliated you, did you ever let him use you again?

No, that would've been a bad idea. He asked a few more times but I turned him down. He even offered money a few times, but that just made me feel more uncomfortable. 

[karenscravings]

Fuck that's hot and fuck you are a slut

Haha, thank you ;)

[artosh17]

I love it when I take a sub who’s a genius in real life out on a walk. You’re so bewildered the first time I palm your pert ass. After all, you’ve always taken the concept of bodily autonomy for granted. You’ve been the queen of whatever room you’ve walked into all your life. Men would give their left kidneys for a chance to woo you, not that you ever give them a chance. Of course the idea that this man whom you barely know, whom you met on the Internet, who inexplicably said all the right words to create that pool of heat in your cunt, could treat you like a decoration hanging off his arm shocks you. Don’t I know how accomplished you are? Don’t I know that you’re not used to this? It’s alright, though. This is just a game, right? Of course I respect you in real life. Of course I know you’re a human being with worth and dignity. That dampness in your panties is just because my hand is so near your cunt, not because of the idea that you’re being treated like a toy. So you’ll let me grope your body in broad daylight in front of a busy avenue with all the regard I’d give a dope whore. You’ll play along for the fun of it. It’s not like this is a slippery slope, after all. Right?

[karenscravings]

Tell us about the dude you randomly blew

It’s a fairly simple story really. Met a guy on tinder, friendly guy, fairly straightforward about just wanting fuckbuddy. Turns out he was married and his wife just wasn’t giving him what he needed anymore. He told me he worked at a small office not too far from my house, and he spends most days alone there doing administration, days when there are no co-workers and no clients coming in. We talked for several days, sharing our likes and dislikes, fantasies etc.

So one day, around lunch time, I got a message from him: “I’m alone at the office today and I’m really horny, want to come over and help me out? ;)”

I paused for a minute and thought “Yeah sure, why not? I’m not doing anything and I do kind of feel like sucking cock.”

So I texted him I would be there in a bit, changed and walked over there. He greeted me at the door, led me to the back of the office where no one would see us. Once there he sat down, told me to stay standing there and strip for him.

My shoes went first, after that I took my time taking off my top, my skirt, my bra and my panties, giving a little show for him. He was clearly enjoying it, already starting to rub his bulge over his pants.

He stood up, told me to put my hands on the desk and he started giving me a spanking. It was a light spanking, I think he didn’t dare to go hard the first time. Anyway, he didn’t spank me for very long, because he very quickly started groping me, clearly horny out of his mind. He told me to kneel, and I looked up and kissed his bulge, that already almost sent him over the top. This guy was clearly pent up.

So I helped him out of his pants, his underwear was already soaked with precum and I started sucking him. Within minutes he had to steady himself on the desk, and quickly started taking charge, pushing himself deep into my throat, holding my head and fucking my face.

At this point he was moaning and went “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum, is it okay if I cum in your mouth?” I nodded that it was fine. He went “Are you sure? I cum a lot.” I just shrugged and nodded again. So he fucks my throat again and holds it there as he just explodes into my throat. He wasn’t lying, that was an enormous flood of cum. Somehow I did manage to swallow it all down in one go with no gagging. (Had to admit I was a little proud of myself for that.)

He then handed me some tissues, cleaned himself up, told me where I could find a washroom, gave me some water to wash it all down. As I got dressed again we talked for a little bit, he complimented me on my blowjob skills and emphasized I could come by any time I wanted.

As I walked back home with the taste of his cum still in my mouth it was pretty fun to realize what I just did, and that (aside from probably some messed up hair) there was no way for anyone else to know what just happened.

I eventually went over there two more times at random, then over time we kind of lost touch.

So yeah, I guess I’m kind of a slut.