My Smutty Mind

I love smut. Reading, writing, watching. Here, you'll find original posts as well as reblogs. Currently in rebuild mode. Gen X. No minors/MDNI.

[kathleenlakeauthor]

You may know me as Kala from other sites that shall remain nameless as I may get myself banned again.

I like to indulge in smut of all mediums. Sometimes, I write it and will post here. I have a subscription site as well.

As always, be kind. There's enough hate in the world.

[the-sensitive-sadist]

Head from a girl who cries softly the entire time

[kathleenlakeauthor]

In case anyone was wanting to learn a new word today:

Dacryphilia is a form of paraphilia characterized by sexual arousal triggered by tears, crying, or sobbing.

[teazdandnorelease]

"Dacryphilia," he said softly, then taking a sip of his bourbon while continuing to browse the restaurant's menu. Repeating the word the woman sitting across from him had just said so casually. As if he were trying to both commit the word to memory while also absorb the definition she'd provided.

Doing his best to not appear rattled by her seemingly random comment, he replied, "Interesting. So, any particular reason why that word popped into your mind just now?"

He already knew the answer to his question. Of course there was. This woman was unlike anyone he'd ever met before. Open. Uninhibited. Adventurous. And seemingly always five moves ahead of him.

When he was with her it sometimes felt to him as if he were doing his best to slog around in a game of checkers while she was playing a brilliantly executed game of chess. She was the queen and he her pawn.

And he absolutely loved it.

"No, I just find it fascinating," she said casually, looking across at him as she slipped her icy cold martini. "You know, the things that excite some people? How what might seem cruel and unkind to one person might be the ultimate turn-on for another? I mean, being turned on by someone else's tears? To me that's just so... fascinating."

But before he could add his own comment though the moment was gone when she diverted by asking, "So, what do you think? Oysters Rockefeller for an appetizer? Or, seared scallops?"

************

Now hours later, bound to the corners of a mattress in what she referred to as her playroom, he was trying to catch his breath during one of those brief respites when mercifully she was offering his cock the briefest of breaks.

And a sanity break for his mind.

His body was overheated, chest heaving.

His mind whirring, barely able to think.

And his cock? He had no idea it was humanly possible for it to be this hard. To feel its incessant pulsing pounding throughout his body. To be this close to cumming yet somehow, someway, never able to get there??

It was insane. It was impossible. Yet, it was happening. And there was absolutely nothing he could do to make it end.

Weakly he panted, "I can't... I can't do this anymore... please... please let me cum..."

Biting her lower lip softly she drank in the sounds of his pleas. The sight of his desperation. That look of helplessness in his eyes.

Her soft hand roamed his chest, feeling the trembling of his body, the racing of his heart. Gripping his throat, pinning him back down to the bed in a not so subtle reminder of her complete and total control over him.

She was feeding off of his arousal. His desperation. His suffering. And it was fucking glorious.

"I don't think so baby," she murmured in response, a taunting lilt to her voice. "I don't think you understand just what I can do to you. I don't think you understand how badly I can make you want it. How much worse I can make it get for you. But you will baby, I promise you. You will..."

What had started nearly two hours ago as a sexy, sensual, erotic tease was now becoming something else.

What had begun as a slow, gentle, teasing masturbation of his cock was becoming something more.

This had now evolved into a demonstration of just how thoroughly and completely she could sexually wreck a man and she was nowhere near satisfied with the results of her work yet.

She purred softly with lust, a taunting look on her face at his obvious longing when she seductively peeled off her black dress and tossed it aside. A knowing smirk when his gaze was drawn to her soft, round tits heaving gently against a seductive black lace bra. The way his eyes then followed her curves lower, his whimper at the way her hips and pussy were tantalizingly framed, barely covered by delicate panties.

For a moment she slid a leg over him, straddling his stomach, towering above him with an expression of lust, power, and triumph. Gazing down at him she teased, "What's the matter, baby? See something you want? Something you wish you could have?"

"Fuck... yes! Please!"

Leaning forward, enveloping his face in hot, soft cleavage, she purred, "I don't think so, I don't think you don't want it badly enough yet..."

Turning his head gently to one side, her tongue sensually swirled his ear as she whispered, "I want your cock harder..."

Then, turning it to the other side, her mouth now sucking softly on that ear, she purred, "...and your balls fuller."

Her curves then glided sinuously, tauntingly, down his bound, trembling body. Making herself comfortable once again near his cock.

But this was not a continuation of her soft, gentle, stop and start masturbation from earlier. This was different. More intense. Purposeful and with wicked intent.

This was no longer about overloading his senses with dizzying, sensual pleasure. This was about frustration. Agonizing, inescapable frustration.

No longer was she content to keep him floating on a plateau of pleasure from which there was no relief. This was about subjecting him to pleasures so intense he'd find himself at the brink of orgasm in no time, solely to have it taken away from him so her sadistic desire to savor his suffering could be satiated.

Merely stopping was no longer sufficient to keep his orgasm at bay. It took more. Sometimes much more.

A firm squeeze at the base of his shaft. Two hands if necessary.

And if the situation was too dire, his release too close, a firm squeeze of his swollen orbs would send his cum receding helplessly back into his aching blueballs.

Whatever was necessary. It really made no difference to her.

As long as she was able to force him to the brink time and time again and deny his release she was content. And if she sometimes became a little too greedy, pushed him a little too close, requiring her to take more extreme measures to deny his release then so be it.

The incessant onslaught of pleasure and frustration was beginning to have the desired effects on his body. And at the same time he had begun his descent into a mental meltdown, as time and time again his hope for a desperately needed orgasm was crushed by the inevitable frustration of his release being denied.

A meltdown that she was all too delighted to exploit. Teasing his cock was no longer enough for her. She wanted to fuck his mind as well. To break this man to his core with nothing more than how fucking hot she was and how badly she could make him want her.

Her voice taunted him with unfulfilled promises. "Ok, ok, you poor thing, you've waited long enough. Next time I won't stop..."

But of course she denied him again. Followed by faux sympathies. "Oh I'm sorry baby, I forgot... I wasn't going to stop that time, was I? Next time, okay?..."

This man was spiraling and breaking before her eyes, his suffering like a powerful aphrodisiac for her. The air was heavy with the intoxicating, erotic scent of female arousal. His desperation so unbearable he looked lost and incoherent with longing.

Chuckling softly she peeled off her bra and tossed it aside. Straddling his torso, she leaned forward so that her bare tits hovered tauntingly just out of his reach.

Stroking her fingers smoothly along his forehead, through his hair, her voice cooed softly. Soothingly. The sort of gentle tone someome would use if trying to break a person free from being ensnared in a trance.

"Are you still with me, baby? ... hmm?... or have you went somewhere else?"

She smiled at his mindless whimper.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to let you go anywhere else... I'm going to keep you right here... with me... I'm not going to let you miss any of this... I'm having way too much fun... aren't you?"

Weakly, pitifully, he begged, "Please??....no more.... I need to cum... I can't take anymore of this... please??... I'm begging you... please make me cum??..."

"Aww, you wanna cum? Is it that bad? But what if I told you I could make you want it so much more? What if I told you I could make it even worse? Wouldn't you want to find out what that would be like?..."

Smirking at his groan and the way his glazed over eyes gazed at her breasts, she teased, "Oooh, see something, baby?... do you like my tits?... hmm?... do you want them?... do you wanna suck them?... maybe that would make all of this a little better for you, hmm?"

She chuckled as his mouth fell open and head nodded. Leaning down ever so slightly yet still keeping them out of reach she urged, "Go on, suck them... you're allowed... take my tits in your mouth, baby..."

He strained forward as much as he could, desperately trying to reach them, but each time he nearly drew her nipple into his mouth she pulled back. Evading him. Taunting him. Denying him.

All the while, her voice teased, "They're right there... don't you want them?... maybe you should try a little harder to reach them?..."

His pleas were so sweet, so desperate, that for a moment she felt a twinge of genuine sympathy for him. But that moment passed quickly.

Instead she slipped her fingers inside her panties, let out a soft moan of pleasure of her own, then teasingly traced circles around her nipples until they glistened with her creamy wetness.

Leaning forward so that her nipples brushed across his face then hovered just out of his reach, she murmured, "Now my nipples taste like my sweet, creamy pussy... doesn't that sound good?... don't you you wanna taste them?..."

He strained mightily. Begging. Pleading. Whining in frustration. And then she saw it. Dampness in his eyes. Tears starting to well. He was starting to break. He was almost there. She almost had him.

"No?," she cooed. "You don't want them? That's okay, you don't have to suck them if you didn't want to. Maybe you really have had all you can take... maybe you really do need to cum. Is that what you want?"

"Yesss...," he whimpered weakly. "I need it so bad...."

Descending back down his body, her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft firmly, re-establishing her control over it before her tongue began swirling and lapping around the head.

She smirked as his body jerked in his bonds and hips thrust upward. "Feel good, baby?... want more?... are you ready to cum for me?..."

"Yesss.... don't stop, don't stop, don't stop...."

She continued her ministrations, working him closer, studying all of his telltale signs. But again at the last moment her hands wickedly thwarted his orgasm, firmly squeezing not only his cock but his balls as well, guaranteeing he had no hope of release.

And that did it. The dam finally broke. It was too much for him. Tears of frustration began to roll down his face as he began to softly cry.

"Fuckkk, so fucking hot...," she purred softly with pure, feral lust. "That's it baby, that's what I want... now, let's keep you just like this..."

With a wicked sparkle in her eyes she proceeded to slip an adjustable elastic cock ring down the length of his shaft, cinching it tight at the base then clasping it in place. She then gathered up his heavy cum-filled balls in her hand, slipping another around the swollen pair and cinching that snugly closed as well.

With his cock and balls now essentially ensnared in nooses, she chuckled softly in delight. "There we go, now your cum's not going anywhere... it's going to stay right where I want it. So guess what baby? It's finally time for you to find out just how badly I wan make you want to cum..."

She then continued her merciless, sensual assault on his cock. Stroking. Squezing. Pumping. Grasping. Licking. Denying. Only when his tears of frustration eventually evolved into helpless, broken sobs of desperation was she satisfied.

Smirking down at her broken captive she made her way back up his body, stretching her curves alongside of him, her lips finding his ear. "What about now baby? Now how badly do you want to cum?," she teased in a husky, taunting whisper.

She then began to slowly, seductively, lap up the tears on his face with her tongue. "Mmm, so delicious...," she murmured as she gathered up the salty tears. "Do you have any idea how turned on these make me? How wet they make my pussy?"

Smiling at his whimper she peeled off her panties, and as she teasingly dragged the warm, wet fabric across his face she huskily whispered in his ear, "Dacryphilia... fascinating what turns some people on, huh baby?"

Laughing softly at this groan, whe purred, "Don't worry, I'm not finished with you yet... after everything I've put you through, it's only fair what I let you see just how hard I can cum from breaking you like this..."

"My god...," he moaned in disbelief.

She was already in motion, moving above him, her hips now on either side of his head, effectively rendering him a prisoner to her hot, glistening pussy. Reaching beneath herself, she teased, "See baby? Look how wet...," as she toyed with the wet creamy strands of nectar that dangled tauntingly above him from her silky lips.

"I know baby," she purred in faux sympathy at the sound of his moan. "You wanna see how hard this makes me cum?... you wanna feel it?... and I can do it so many times... over and over...."

Smirking at his whimper as she gazed down at him, fingers raking through his hair, she teased, "Unless you'd rather not lick my soft, creamy pussy? I won't make you if you don't want to. You can just watch instead if you'd rather, I can take care of myself...."

"Nooo!," he immediately whined. "I want to, I want to!...."

Chuckling throatily, she murmured, "Of course you do, baby... because I fucking own you, don't I?"

Lowering herself on to him, she let out a soft, lusty purr of pleasure at the feeling of his tongue beginning to worship. Slowly, erotically, her hips began to roll, writhe, and grind above him. And as she seductively rode him toward what would be the first of countless orgasms of her own, with a wicked grin on her face she cupped her breasts and purred, "Dacryphilia..."

[kathleenlakeauthor]

I thought I was a submissive masochist until I read your posts. I’m not in your league at all!

No leagues here, only levels :) Thanks for reading.

[comradeglorious]

[teazdandnorelease]

So maybe, just maybe, there was a tiny part of her that felt ever so slightly guilty about what she'd put him through the night before??

The teasing, the edging, the taunting...

The way she'd used him all night long for countless orgasms of her own while never allowing him even one.

And now today as they strolled through the city she couldn't help but notice how slow his pace was...

The occasional grimace on his face...

The way he walked with a slightly noticeable limp.

Finally, noticing a secluded spot she pressed her soft curves against him and in a soft voice asked, "What's the matter, baby? Are you not feeling well today?"

"I'm fine," he forced himself to reply.

Smirking she whispered in his ear, "Is it your balls sweetheart? Do they still ache from last night? Are they blue? Are they still full of cum, honey?"

Nodding his head, he softly confessed, "Yes."

"Aww, I'm sorry baby. That must be miserable for you. Here, kiss me sweetie, let me make it better for you."

Before he knew what was happening he found himself reeling from a kiss so sensual, so erotic he was whimpering into her mouth and he could feel his cock oozing precum.

"There, all better?," she purred as she pulled away, leaving him in a daze and his balls aching even more.

She resumed walking then grinned as she found a spot to sit. Looking back at him, she teased, "C'mon slowpoke, are you coming? Try to keep up. We have so much to see today!"

And as she watched him limp toward her, an expression of desperate longing on his face, she smiled and thought to herself, "Guilt? Guilt? Not. A. Shred."

[kathleenlakeauthor]

Hours later, she still didn't feel guilty. In fact, she felt energized. He pulled her into a restaurant, complaining how hungry he was and how achy both his feet and balls were. It turned into a turning point of their relationship. She wasn't sure what was sparking her slightly sadistic streak but something about seeing him settle into his chair across from her, hearing him sigh as he relaxed? It made her want to disrupt his calm. They'd ended up in a corner table, somewhat tucked away but not entirely. Perfect for what she was planning on the fly. She slipped her foot out of her sandal and extended her leg to press between his parted thighs. "What...fuck," he breathed, his eyes fluttering for a moment when the ball of her foot began to flatten his balls. She bit her lip when she felt them twitch. With only the thin material separating her wiggling toes and his flesh, there wasn't much to protect him. He'd lost the right to wearing boxers weeks ago, when he complained about how uncomfortable they were from being so damp, all the time. His lips parted when she pressed harder, a soft, pained gasp escaping before she eased up and sought the length of his stiffening cock. "I'll make you a deal, sweetheart," she offered, her nipples tightening when he reached for the edge of the table to steady himself. "I'll let you beg later for your balls to be emptied if you manage to control yourself through our lunch. I'm going to keep playing until we're finished eating." "No, darling...please," he whispered, his glazed eyes meeting hers. "I'm so fucking close." She smiled, reaching to stroke his hand. "I know, baby. You're doing so well for me. My strong man, learning what it means to be mine." She pulled her foot away for a moment, satisfied with how he was panting. She leaned in, her toes settling against the length of his shaft that had extended down his pant leg. "Isn't it clear yet? This is how I want you all the time. Blushing from how achingly hard your cock is. Uncomfortable and leaking from how full your ball are. Never knowing if I'm going to make true some of your most debaucherous fantasies." He swallowed hard, blushing harder when the server arrived to take their order. She ordered for them both, grinning at the server who had his eyebrow raised. "What are you doing?" He blurted out once the server left, squirming in his chair, turning his head back and forth to see if anyone was watching as she masturbated his cock under the table. "I-I told you that under duress, it's not fair...I don't really want...please!" Fuck. Her bare toes rubbed the swollen tip of his cock through his now damp pants, the wet spot going to be easily seen once he stood. "'I want to be made to come in my pants. In public.'" She recited from memory one of his confessions from a few weeks ago, pulled from him so he could earn an orgasm. It was one of many he'd revealed to her and they were all stored away in her mind, ready to be used against him whenever she felt. "But you're not allowed. I'm not making you come. If it happens today, it will be because you allow it to. And if it does? It will be the last one time you have without being caged." He pressed his fist against his lips and she thought maybe she went too far, reminding him of another of his fantasies. "You're so mean," he finally said, his eyes wet as he struggled to control his squirming. "I'll be good, I promise. Even...even though I know you won't let me come later, I'll be good. I don't...can't wear the cage all the time. Please not...don't..." She backed her foot away from his cock and settled it back against his balls, her toes wiggling as she increased the pressure. "I know, honey. You're not ready for it," she confirmed, sipping her iced tea and watching him grimace. He exhaled slowly, his eyes drifting shut when she curled her toes into his tight balls. "But I am," she replied, smiling as his eyes widened the moment her foot began to stroke his cock again.

[sadist-posting]

Unfriendly reminder that Fascists can get the fuck off my blog. This includes Trump Supporters, Conservatives, Terfs, Homophobes, Transphobes, anti-feminists, "Traditionalists," and anyone who supports the actions or government of the settler colonial genocidal ethnostate currently murdering children by the thousand. Block me or I'll block you.

[the-sensitive-sadist]

Kink is an inherently political act. Ensuring that all parties have the agency to consent and participate on their own terms, willfully submitting or dominating rather than being forced into a role by the socioeconomic hierarchical status quo is not apolitical. It is a direct contradiction of the dominant social hierarchy. A deeply personal action defined by its focus on consent and self determination in a system which constantly robs people of both.

You cannot practice ethical kink while being a conservative. You cannot practice ethical kink while being a racist. You cannot practice ethical kink while being a sexist. A homophobe. A transphobe. An islamaphobe. You cannot be anti-immigrant, anti-refugee, or anti-asylum seeker while practicing ethical kink. You cannot practice ethical kink while being a theocrat, whether it be Christian, Hindu, or Islamic nationalism or zionism. You cannot practice ethical kink while being a fascist. Holding any ideology which dehumanizes others, or allows for their dehumanization removes ones ability to practice ethical kink.

Gatekeep your submission. Gatekeep your dominance. Don't you dare give it to someone who doesn't respect others.

[the-sensitive-sadist]

Bigotry against one is bigotry against all. Keep that shit out of kink. Fuck Donald Trump. Fuck the colonizers. Fuck authoritarianism, fuck racism, fuck misogyny, and fuck queerphobia.

[arnold-ziffel]

[teazdndenied]

Paige loved everything about the quiet, romantic, weekend getaways she and her boyfriend would sometimes make to the winery hotel…..

The setting was so peaceful and tranquil, a welcome escape from the city and her job… an opportunity where she could focus all of her attention on Jason.

The combination of the exquisite wines… the beautiful scenery… the ‘alone time’ with Jason… just the two of them… it all blended together to transport Paige to her ‘happy place’ so to speak.

Even now as she’d stepped outside their suite to take a little break and enjoy a glass of wine, she found herself doing an involuntary little ‘happy dance’ of delight. She smiled as the visual of how she’d left Jason moments ago weaved through her mind….

His body spread and bound to the four sturdy posts at the corners of the bed….

His engorged cock weeping helplessly, a thin leather noose tied snugly around the base of his shaft… another around his heavy balls.. ensuring the bubbling, churning cum remained trapped within….

A dildo gag protruding lewdly from his mouth, Paige’s sweet creamy nectar dripping down on to his face from the multiple orgasms she’d just enjoyed…..

And her favorite part of all?….

That was when after her shuddering orgasms finally subsided, she’d kissed his cheek softly and purred, “Aww, need a little break sweetie?…. poor thing…. you stay right here and rest Jason…. and I’m going to go enjoy a nice glass of wine, ok?”

Then, touching her lips softly to his ear she huskily whispered, “And when I come back… mmm, I have such plans for your cock baby. Do you think it’s possible that I might be able to empty those poor aching balls of yours…. one drop of pre-cum at a time? I think we should find out, don’t you?”

That was when the tears of frustration began to roll down Jason’s face……

And that…. was Paige’s favorite part of all.

[kathleenlakeauthor]

Cara

"You're so sensitive," Kyle's mom murmured, the tone of her words making Cara a little more nervous.

Mrs. Lawson, as Cara was told to call her after their parent-teacher conference earlier that day, continued to rub her palm and fingers over Cara's perky, barely-there tits. Her nipples were tingling, the damn things so hard there was no hiding how being fondled by one of her student's parents was affecting her.

"If there's one thing I truly love, it's sensitive, little breasts. You know why?"

Cara sucked in a quick breath when Mrs. Lawson pressed her fingers around one of her nipples. She shook her head, unable to trust she even had a voice at this point.

Mrs. Lawson caressed her cheek before whispering in her ear.

"Because Ms. Olsen, it means you're going to cry and scream so prettily for me when I hurt them."

Cara's eyes rolled in her head, shivering when Mrs. Lawson twisted then pulled her nipple outwards until it sprang free from her fingers.

"Please," Cara managed to whimper, swallowing when she heard the desperation in her voice. "I-I told you, I'll change his grade, I will. C, he'll get a C, he'll play the game this weekend. Just, please..."

Mrs. Lawson clicked her tongue lightly, shaking her head.

"It's too late, Cara. You know that. The coach and the principal both sidelined him and now, there's no taking it back."

Cara blinked her eyes open when she felt Mrs. Lawson move away, jerking back in the tight binds when she saw a set of clamps.

"No, please, I can't...not those..."

Cara's lame plea was cut off when Mrs. Lawson ignored her to place both of the teethed clamps on her tiny, hard nipples before massaging the small bumps of flesh that posed as breasts on her nearly flat chest. All the air rushed from her lungs when they closed tight, the pain making her clit pulse.

"I knew you were a little slut the moment I laid eyes on you, Cara. Do you think you were hiding the fact that you didn't wear a bra? And I bet that when I inspect what's under this skirt, I won't find anything covering your cunt."

Cara groaned when Mrs. Lawson slid her hand up one of her spread thighs, her body tensing as another of her secrets was about to be exposed.

"I knew it," Mrs. Lawson said smugly, her eyes boring into Cara's while she slid two fingers easily into her slick pussy. "Hot, wet, tight. Tell me, what's been in here? Cock? Fingers? Toys? I want to know what our sweet, trying to be tough Ms. Olsen likes to fuck."

Those fingers went deep, pressing right against that sweet spot that triggered a slew of confessions from Cara that she had never told anyone.

"What a dirty slut you want to be, Ms. Olsen!" Mrs. Lawson laughed, her thumb moving to nudge Cara's clit back and forth. "So many toys, but practically a virgin with only one boyfriend and a couple of quick fingerings from your first forays with a woman."

Mrs. Lawson kissed Cara's cheek, licking at the tears that had fallen down them.

"Don't worry, after tonight, you'll be much more experienced."

[kathleenlakeauthor]

See Jane Read

He let her have a few minutes to herself before he moved closer again. Having already inspected her, that intimate seam between which her stretched hole and ignored cunt were displayed, he allowed Jane to enjoy her earned time to read. It had been a long few months since he'd implemented the requirement. See, Jane read a lot. So much that at times, her chores were neglected and that was not something he tolerated. To combat such behavior, she had to earn reading time. At first, it was easy for both of them. It wasn't that he didn't want her to read.  But not if it made her disobedient. Physical punishment hadn't helped. Though it did expose a kink of which neither of them were aware. Once they came to the conclusion that she craved the beatings, he had to become creative.

There were no set ways. Once, he told her for every minute she remained on her tip toes while facing the corner with her whipped, tender bottom exposed, she'd earn the same for reading. Filled with the punishment plug for thirty minutes made her cry but she succeeded in earning a third of that time. Their hour drive to his parents house with her nipples clamped and stretched by the clothespin attached to her tongue had him achingly hard.  On and on, in different ways and he was proud when she earned up to the cap of three hours a week. But she lost the right to read in peace after she talked back to him once when he asked her a question during one of her earned sessions, shushing him as she was concentrating. She was lucky he didn't take away her reading altogether, he'd remind her each time he began to caress her round cheek while surveying the holes he owned. Sometimes, he contemplated filling her swollen, drippy pussy. He did love it, though it wasn't often he took her there anymore. He found the thrill of keeping it empty so that she was always unsatisfied filled him with an inordinate sense of delight. He figured once he was ready to breed his wife, he'd take her there, emptying himself inside her while denying her own pleasure. But that wasn't tonight, no. He rubbed his thumb over her asshole while he stroked his shaft, drenching it in lube. "Read, Jane," he said as he mounted her from behind, guiding the tip of his cock to her entrance to tease it. He waited until she began to read aloud, one of the newer requirements. He'd made sure to have come at least twice through the day so that he could last as long as it took to reach the thirty minutes max she was allowed in a single day. As long as she didn't lose her place, didn't stumble over her words, and didn't dare ask him to go easy on her while he fucked her, she'd be allowed to continue.  Her chosen book was a particularly sex-filled escapade, with no real plot. The current chapter seemed to be endless, the female main character being pleased by the group of very horny fantastical male half-humans, who fucked her every way possible. He loved these books, though not for the content. He loved that he could feel her cunt clenching at nothing while he fucked her, knowing she was dripping on the bed beneath her. He loved that she'd struggle not to beg for him to touch her clit and edge her, or fuck her pussy and let her come like the old days. He loved hearing her voice quiver and shake, knowing that tears were running down her face while she trembled with lust and need. He really loved it when he let Jane read.

[kathleenlakeauthor]

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I recently returned from a trip overseas, and the flights were very long. Enough time to think about a lot of things…

"Are you sure?" Her manager, Parker, asked for the third time. Ren glanced back at James in the section behind theirs, trying to suppress a grin at watching him try to get comfortable between two others in the middle rows. "Park, it's not a problem. He's happy to have given up his seat to you." Parker shook her head. "He used to be my boss, Ren. A former SVP who's used to travelling in first for these long hauls just willingly switched with me because you asked him? That's insane." Ren didn't bother hiding her smile but did resist revealing that he wasn't asked. He was simply told to switch with Parker. He'd hesitated a moment before agreeing, something that he regretted later when it cost him the orgasm he'd earned before embarking on the trip. Meaning that by the time the departure date rolled around, it had been a full two months since his balls had last been emptied. And that last time was an hours-long, humiliating draining where his cock hadn't been touched and it had been milked from him through a variety of ways that stimulated his prostate. Ren glanced down at his lap, his long legs spread as wide as he could without being intrusive to his neighbors. Even in the premium section, it wasn't a lot of room, though he was lucky to be seated in the bulkhead. She wasn't bothered by his lack of comfort, though. Not for his legs and certainly not for his cock, which was uncaged for the first time in weeks. He'd begged her to allow him to wear the travel-friendly version she'd purchased for him, nearly crying when she unlocked him right before they left the house and explained to him that nothing would please her more than to know he'd struggle to keep his erection in check for the many hours of flights and layovers they had ahead. She did allow him to express his concerns and doing so nearly made them late. But hearing him quietly and respectfully inform her that he was afraid that he'd not only be hard from the stimulation of the tight jeans she'd insisted he wore, but that he'd probably leak and stain them. And the horrified look on his face when he admitted what he was truly nervous about made her so wet that she couldn't help but command him to his knees to take care of her before their car arrived. The idea that he'd end up spontaneously orgasming, with only the stimulation of the material rubbing against him and the rumble from the plane engines, thrilled her more than she let on. Instead, she warned him that he better draw on the control he'd learned since he'd retired a few months and dedicated his life to her instead. That if he did lose control, the consequences would be significant. "Please, please," he'd mumbled into his mouthful of her pussy, his hands trembling while he gripped her thighs. "No, James, no, you'll be good, so good for me," she'd warned him, her grip so tight in his hair when she came she hoped his scalp still ached.

Ren glanced at her watch, a few minutes remaining before James' first check-in with her. He arrived immediately on time, having convinced the flight attendant to allow him to speak to her. Ren had no doubt he turned on the charm that provided useful throughout his successful career and was pleased to see him crouch down next to her. Parker had long since fallen asleep in her comfortable, lay down pod so he focused his attention entirely on Ren. "Thank you for allowing me to escort you on your trip, darling. If it would please you, may I please excuse myself to the bathroom so I can selfishly touch myself? I promise to edge hard, as always." Ren smiled, pausing for several seconds before responding. "Tell me, James. You'd rather be on your knees with your jeans down around your thighs, letting me see how hard and wet you are, wouldn't you?" James' cheeks turned pink and his lips parted to allow a soft gasp. He nodded and glanced around to see if anyone had turned their attention towards them. "And you'd love to crawl down the aisle to the bathroom, the one in the way back, with your bottom exposed so the passengers could swat that slutty ass of yours if they so wished on your way to jerk off, wouldn't you?" James swallowed hard and nodded again, shifting his stance a bit. "Lift your shirt. I know you're hard, let me see." To his credit, he didn't hesitate this time. He crumpled the front of his shirt and lifted it enough so she could stare down between his spread legs. She was beyond pleased to see the length of his cock down the length of his upper right thigh, so hard she could see the outline of his thick, swollen head through the material. "You're about to leak, aren't you? Make a pretty, little wet spot right there?" James' eyes fluttered. "Yes, yes!" he hissed quietly, his hand shaking as his fist tightened around his shirt to keep himself exposed. "Go on, then. Nice and close, James. If you manage to keep your pants dry afterwards, I'll let you put on the cage during our layover. But if even one drop escapes and ruins those expensive jeans, you're spending the next flight plugged." James paled and sputtered a bit. Ren bit her lip, knowing he'd end up failing to control himself if his poor ass was stimulated for hours from the plug. "Let go of your shirt already, cover yourself up, James." He rose quickly after thanking her, pausing when she caught his hand. "If I'm asleep at your next check-in, you're to give me two edges. Record it. In fact, if I'm asleep at any of your check-ins, I want an extra edge added each time." "Ohgod," James choked out before heading down the aisle, on his feet, to the back of the plane. Ren grinned, watching him walk away before reaching into her bag. She found what she was looking for, the bottle of a sleep aid that would knock her out for the rest of the flight. Ren couldn't wait to see the state he was in when she awoke.

[kathleenlakeauthor]

Enough

"That's enough," he said, like he said every night. He watched her throat work when she swallowed down the next set of moans. He knew she was cursing the ones she'd already released, the ones that signaled her last edge of the day. "Here," he said while he pressed his fingertips barely into her holes. "This is what matters to me." She obediently rested her fingers above her small but swollen and throbbing clit, the tender, neglected organ pulsing with need. The sight of it made his balls ache, as did the wetness soaking his fingers. She'd been denied for so long and edged so often that she was always dripping, always soaking even her back passage. Something they both appreciated when he pressed in his thumb and watched her when she gasped. He'd taken her early that morning, a rough fucking that left her sprawled on their bed, the thick dribble of his come the only thing to grace her clit until now. "Sore, still?" He was teasing her, though she didn't smile. "Yes!" Her reply resembled a hiss when he circled his thumb inside her, stretching her sensitive rim. "Do you think you could manage not to come if I fucked your pus-" She interrupted him, her response frantic. "No! I…no, I'm too close. You've ruined it, my control. I can't stop it, not…please, use my mouth, my…my ass, if you must." He smiled, letting two fingers dip into her pussy. She began to tremble immediately, the sensation of her cunt being filled almost foreign now. "Please, I need…need to come, if you don't stop, I will, I will. Please let me, please please please…" Her soft chanting, her voice shaking, her eyes filled with tears - all of it made him want to push her harder. He'd long ago stopped caring if she begged to come, even though once upon a time he forbade it. He relished denying her every time she begged now, loved seeing her clit throb, hopeful that one day he'll allow it. He withdrew his fingers and fed them alongside his thumb, the stretch of her anus making her sob. "It's not time," he reminded her, his tongue rubbing against the roof of his mouth as he denied himself the pleasure of licking her clit so prominently displayed to him. Her head lolled back and forth and she released a pathetic sob. His fingers remaining in place inside her, he reached down to undo his jeans and withdraw his cock. She peered up at him through teary eyes, her hands shifting to pull her thighs apart, offering up herself. "It's never time," she whined quietly, her words turning to a cry when he pulled his fingers away and filled her with his cock. He smiled and pushed forward, leaning down to kiss her while his cock drove deep. "No, it's not," he confirmed against her lips.

[kathleenlakeauthor]

Turns

Finding his wife Laura naked in their bedroom no longer came as a surprise for Russ. He'd dismissed the idea a month ago that things were going to shift back like they always did. Like clockwork, every month Laura and Russ took turns on who'd be in charge and who would have no autonomy, as decided when they married. True switches, they both absolutely loved and craved being dominant and submissive and their monthly change ensured they were both more than satisfied. But something shifted this last time that Russ took over. He'd dismissed the look in Laura's eyes as nothing more than the effort she needed to sink to her knees and allow him to choke her on his cock and come for the first time in a month. If he had been a little more observant, perhaps he would have read the signs a little better. That Laura wasn't going to be willing to lock him away in the heavy, unyielding cage like she always did when the month was over. He was shocked when she quietly told him she wanted to remain on her knees for him. She may have mistaken his stunned silence for annoyance that she could give him a command when she was still naked with the remains what he thought was going to be his final orgasm for a month smearing down her chin and throat. She had then begged him, so softly to not make her take the keys and lock him away. Her pleas grew more insistent and it took only a few minutes before her face was glistening with tears, nearly frantic with insisting that he stay dominant for another month. He pressed his hand to her cheek, letting her lean against it and soak his hand while she sobbed. It was clear that she was in no condition to strip him naked and resume her role as his dominant. And for the first time in years, he had little desire to submit to her. He wasn't sure of the sudden change in routine, asking her a couple of times if she was sure while he kissed her forehead and thoughts raced through his mind. Deeply deviant thoughts he hadn't allowed himself to indulge in, knowing that if he gave in to those darker desires, their agreement may need to be rewritten. He never thought it was Laura who would force that change and when he finally believed she wasn't going to change her mind, he knew what he had to do. He pressed her face to the carpet, arranging her so her back was arched uncomfortably and her knees were so wide her thighs would ache the next day. Russ fucked her bottom twice that night, something he rarely did during his month. While she pegged him often, he spent most of his time buried in her pussy and throat. The second month felt like a relationship reset. He checked in often to make sure she was still certain, to the point that she snapped at him in exasperation, resulting in a punishment that left her marked with a set of stripes across her bottom and thighs that made it difficult for her to sit comfortably for a few days. Nearing the end of month two, he stopped requiring her to repeat her submissive needs to him and they both slipped deeper into their mindsets. Laura had gone nearly 8 weeks without an orgasm and while she occasionally begged so much it annoyed him, he noticed instead that she was so much more focused on him that he felt himself accepting his role as permanent. He broached the subject one night at dinner. While she knelt between his thighs beneath the table, her mouth wrapped around his cock to keep it wet and warm as he ate, he told her that he had a new contract for them to sign. One that he expected her to accept without negotiation. It was a risky move on his part. He was ready to allow her to decline it, to take it all back and expect him to be under the table for her in a few days. But he was sure she wouldn't.

He was right. When she lifted her eyes, her swollen lips remaining around his stiffening cock, and nodded at him, he thumbed the tears from her cheeks before grinning down at her and pulling her off him. Shoving her over the table, she held herself open as he pushed himself into her tender ass, insisting she read the contract out loud as he fucked her. It took longer than it should have for her to read the one page list of terms and conditions. He made it difficult for her to talk by fluttering his fingers over swollen clit, sensitive from extended desperation, and bringing her to edge after edge while he snapped his hips back and forth to fuck her. He held off long enough to push a pen into her hand, emptying himself into her the moment she signed it. So excited he was to have their roles redefined, more than he thought he would be, he felt himself growing hard again inside her when he leaned over her to sign it as well. He finished down her throat, eventually, smirking at the disgusted look on her face when he pushed her beneath the table to resume her position as dinner cockwarmer. When they finally went to bed that night, he'd never felt more in love with his wife while she wept in his arms, trembling. Finishing her third month as essentially his slave, he found himself growing bolder. He recorded his wife often now, this time in their bedroom mirror while she performed her "welcome home" blowjob. He reminded her to raise her bottom up higher so the thick, punishing plug could be seen while he held his phone steady. "The boys want a preview of this Friday, darling," he said, groaning when her sob vibrated the length of his cock. It would be the first time she'd be shared with his friends, something he arranged after he insisted, a few nights ago, that she reveal one of her fantasies she'd never told him before. He couldn't help but smile, recalling how she agreed to entertain his two best friends for an evening, in exchange for an orgasm, her first in three months.

[the-sensitive-sadist]

Head from a girl who cries softly the entire time

[kathleenlakeauthor]

In case anyone was wanting to learn a new word today:

Dacryphilia is a form of paraphilia characterized by sexual arousal triggered by tears, crying, or sobbing.