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[tnsoutherngirl]

[puppy-girls]

[evilqueen1969]

“It has been a pretty good lover, and companion, but a girls gotta make money…”

[sakura-submissive-deactivated20]

[arkhamscumslut]

[sunflwr-princess]

i can safeword whenever i want. period.

if i’m in the middle of receiving a punishment and i have to pee, i am allowed to safeword.

if my positioning is uncomfortable and keeping me from enjoying our play, i am allowed to safeword.

if you are about to punish me and i think we need to talk a little more about the supposed severity of my missteps, i am allowed to safeword.

if you just started punishing me and i realized i am not in the mental state to receive it right now, i am allowed to safeword.

if i’m not sure how to articulate my reasoning, or there isn’t really a solid reason that i want our session to stop, i am still allowed to safeword there is literally no instance in which i am not allowed to use the safeword we have agreed upon for my comfort and safety.

i will not apologize. i will not be made to feel bad. this is why there is a safeword to begin with and if creeps like dreamiedaddy wanna tell you otherwise they should be avoided at all costs bc they are not safe for you they do not have your best interests in mind they are abusers who have no business taking part in power-exchange relationship dynamics. period.

[batprincessformydaddy-deactivat]

^^^^^ this!!!!

[obedient-lesbian-slut]

Read this post. Read it again. 

It doesn’t matter how severe or stric your Master or Mistress is, the safeword is a sacred trust and whoever doesn’t respect it should get your immediate rejection and his/her/their name passed around for other subs’ protection.

As I have mentioned before, I have been sub for a very strict Mistress for a very long time, so I have used the safeword more than once. Her immediate reaction has always been gently making sure I was not hurt or scared, and offering me a break or a full stop. No matter why you use your safeword, this should always be the appropriate reaction.   

BDSM is about trust, safety and respect. There is no excuse to not respect a submissive’s right to use their safeword. No excuse.

[mistresss10]

[obedient-lesbian-slut]

If you see this She is not happy, so don’t make Her wait. Take the belt back to Her. Use your mouth. Wait on your knees until She wants to take it. Bare your ass and start counting. Be a better bitch next time.  

[obedient-lesbian-slut]

what's the difference between your mistresses? because you always say one is not as hardcore as the other so what makes the difference?

During the first encounters between Mistress N and I, and even though I told Her I was experienced and would at least consider any kind of request, she only asked for spanking, a ton of dirty talk and some very light bondage.

The first time I met Mistress A I was younger and not so used to domination. She asked me to never climax unless I was with Her, and when we met She would only go for anal, which was kind of new for me and not incredibly pleasurable and would not make me climax without other stimulus, as hard as I tried. She said She would fuck me like a bitch until She decided I was a woman. She didn’t decide I was a woman for three whole months.

I think you can probably see the difference now, friend.

[goreans-deactivated20160617]

[tricias-captions]

I hate it when she spits in my mouth. That’s probably why she does it so often. It’s like the first thing she does when she sees me: forcing my mouth open and spitting in it. The other day she… no, I won’t tell you. It’s too disgusting.

[subbieblackgrl]

“Look at me while you cum.”

[theabd77]

“It’s a shame you can’t behave well enough to sleep with me slave! We would have way more time for fun if I didn’t have to take so much time to tie you up and gag you. Altought, before saying nighty night, I just wanted to say one more time how awesome you look in ropes!!”

[storyofasub-deactivated20250604]

Setting the tone

After sending me to a store with specific instructions to purchase nothing but lube, medical tape and gauze, I arrived at the hotel two hours before her. She said she had important things to do before seeing me, and that I needed that time to prepare myself as she required.

‘How would you like me, Miss?’

'Naked, pleasing, slightly too much make up… and those heels I picked out, slut.’

She did not need to remind me that I was to be completely bare and smooth for her.  Anything less than perfect and I’d undoubtedly be severely punished.  She was not the sort of woman to let mistakes slide.  After carefully laying out all the equipment she had me prepare over the last few weeks, I showered, applied my make up exactly the way I knew she liked, slipped on my very high black heels… and stood there.  Just stood and stared at the spotless room and tried to imagine what would soon be happening on this bed, this floor, against that window.  

This was it.  The clock was counting down my final minutes to that inevitable point of no return, and I could not have been more aware of it.  I considered for a second… and almost threw some clothes on and bolted, almost lost my focus as the insanity of what I was doing hit home in those final, silent minutes.  This woman will hurt me.  I will beg and cry and struggle, and she will only hurt me more.  No one knew where I was.  No one knew who I was with.  This was exactly the kind of set up that ended with a messy horror story in tomorrow’s paper, and we both knew it.

The unnervingly loud knock on the door seemed to reverberate through the room and left me quaking behind it.  Whatever chance I thought I had was gone.

Deep breath.  Hand on the door handle.  Exhale.  Open.

'Hello, little cunt.’

She walked straight past me.  I was totally naked, all done up as pretty as I could possibly be, holding onto the door for support… and she simply moved straight past me with nothing more than a glance in my direction and walked into the room.  Self-consciousness replaced with confusion and a little hurt, I followed her tentatively.

'Oh this is a nice room, I’m glad I chose this place.’  She was walking around appraising… the room.  I was astounded.  I walked towards her slowly, pleading with her to notice me with nothing more than the smallest, most pathetic little whimper.  It’s amazing how easy it was for this woman to reduce me into a needy little slut who would do absolutely anything for her approval, with nothing more than a hello.  

It was only when she placed it on the floor did I notice her ominously large black duffel bag.  It was then that my fears came flooding back and I froze… long enough for her to make her move.

I found myself slammed against the wall, pinned there by my throat, even then not daring to reach for her hand to stop her.  I stood perfectly still, like a captured animal that understands that all hope has gone, unable even to breathe, eyes imploring…

'You can wait outside till I want you.’

‘plea- I-I can’t, I ‘

Ignoring my pitiful attempt at protesting, handling me like a little rag doll, she pulled the door open and threw me out into the hall.  I fell, sprawled on the floor of the hotel hallway, turning in panic to beg - just as the door shut in front of me.  I was utterly helpless and completely naked.

I had never been this scared in my life.  The hotel must have been full of people, someone was inevitably about to walk right towards me, and I would have a great deal of explaining to do.  Gone was the intelligent, respected young woman I was in another world.  Gone was the sweet girl people would offer to help.  I was nothing more than a whore in a hotel, whose customer clearly was more than a little dissatisfied.

Tears welled as I cowered outside the door, unable to move, feeling the seconds stretch and warp into what felt like eternity… before falling backwards.  Finally allowed back in, I was immediately slammed back into the wall, gasping and spluttering as the air was forced from my lungs. Hard, vicious slaps punctuated each word, leaving me sobbing after a mere few seconds.

'Don’t you ever… ever, use the word 'can’t’ with me again.  Whores like you cannot afford to use words like that.  Do you understand, cunt?  You will obey, or you will suffer.  It is that simple.’

Letting go of my neck and returning to her preparations, I slid down the wall, the burning in my chest only the first little taste of what I was to endure.

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writing: storyofasub.tumblr.com

image: Sofia Sanchez & Mauro Mongiello

[zacksnydrs-deactivated20161118]

[storyofasub-deactivated20250604]

My eyes snap open.

Instant focus, instant awareness, total stillness. Not the usual slow groggy start to the day of a regular girl, yawning her way into consciousness. I lay still and refamiliarise myself with my surroundings. I’d quickly learned that every move and spasm of a muscle counted, everything was known and understood and taken, so I kept still.

I stare up at the rectangle of metal directly above me and breathe in the cold forsaken air of this long abandoned space. A derelict warehouse? A rundown hotel? An old cabin in the middle of nowhere? I’d learned not to use the precious few words permitted to ask about such trivialities. From this angle, the unyielding metal bars of my cage look almost as if they were bending down to touch me. Or to prove that even physics will bow to her will, should she wish it.

Bemused, I realise for the thousandth time that I am lost. Lost in the disjointed thoughts of a creature with only its own mind for company. Until…

A twitch. My ears cock to the side, my mind surges, a jolt of clarity in sync with the metallic grind and echo of a rusty metal bolt released.

An ancient part of my brain urges me to make myself presentable. Wants to fix my hair and paint my nails and pose just so… but of course I can do none. I know what I am now. She has taught me. I jump to sit on my heels, the universal position of an excited animal, and clutch at my bars, barely able to contain the thumping of my heart against the cage of its own.

She walks in with a mild sense of purpose in a direction almost towards my little space of floor and I’m instantly overjoyed, tears welling in her mere presence… but I don’t have time to marvel again at what I've become. I dare not make a sound as she stands to the side of my cage, fills a bowl and pushes it through a small hatch at the end of my cage. I don’t even glance at it. She is here and I have never needed anything more than to see her eyes on mine.

She walks round the other side of my new home and I follow her direction, crawling hastily round in a small, constricted circle, watch her sit on the only chair in the room and produce a small leather bound book from her pocket. She is instantly immersed, jotting down small notes, underlining important sentences, and I long in silence. Will she look at me today?

I breathe in her scent and exhale with a small, pitiful whine. She shifts in her chair ever so slightly, and I freeze. Today is the day. I can hear it in the intensity of the silence, feel it in the ache in my cunt, I can see it in the furrow of her brow.

‘Spread.’

It takes every bit of self-control to be calm as I lay myself onto my back and spread my legs, her single word still lingering on the tip of her tongue. I do nothing but breathe and drip, feeling the cool air dance on my warmest parts.

‘Touch.’

My hand barely feels like my own, as it moves in time with her order. Small, light touches make my entire body convulse. In a past life, I’d be praying for an orgasm. In this one, I pray she lets me obey her just a little longer.

Seconds stretch and meld into an endless bliss of wetness and warmth, obedience and submission, and I’m lost once again. I barely notice as the sound of a key in a lock reverberates around the walls and I feel a gentle tug on my neck. I scramble to get up onto my hands and knees and am led by my leash to the very edge of the cage, its door now wide open. I hesitate, fear suddenly welling up inside me. She doesn’t pull now. I look up, breathing shallow and erratic, terror threatening to overflow… and meet her gaze. The gaze of the woman who has made me.

‘Come, girl.’

And I follow.

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words: storyofasub.tumblr.com Image credit: Girl in a Cage.

[ftloas]

[sirrobertpayne-deactivated20181]

Torturous Payne

[nymphxfairy]

[imthattransman]

Mind your manners, baby girl.

I walked in the bedroom and saw her lying to the side with ass proudly showing off its beauty. Her hair is long and dark, beautifully cascading down her back. There’s something about her innocence that made me want her; made me crave her, made me want to fuck her. I climbed on the bed like a lion on the prowl for its prey with my eyes never leaving her body. I licked my lips as I admire her body. Slowly, I leaned closer to her nape and gave it a kiss. Her scent hypnotized me – making me want to kiss her more. I pulled the collar of her shirt to the side to expose her shoulder. Tender kisses made its way from the back of her ear, neck, and her shoulder. A soft moan escaped her lips as she turned around with a smile on her face.

“Hi baby.” she said.

I stared at her lustfully, gave her a smirk, turned her on her back, and straddled her with my naked body. Her wrists pinned above her head, my lips insatiably kissing her neck, shoulder, and collar bone. Keeping her pinned to the bed, I bit the bottom of her shirt to pull it upwards exposing her beautiful, bare breasts and perky nipples aching for attention. I took one nipple in my warm mouth; a sigh escaped hers. Tongue teasing around it, making soft circles on her areola. I released her wrists, looked her in the eyes, and in a stern voice I said,

“I’m gonna stop what I’m doing if you ever try to touch me.”

She nodded, “Uh huh.”

 I grabbed her chin and said, “What did you say?”

 "Yes baby I won’t touch you.“

“Good.”

My hand massaged her breast as my wet, warm tongue continued to play with her hard buds; licking it, sucking it, teasing it. My other hand slowly made its way between her legs, rubbing her pearl through her flimsy panty.

I can tell she is already wet.

 I got off her, took her panty off, and ordered to get on her hands and knees and to spread her legs wide for me. She obliged without hesitation. Her slit was glistening with her juice. My fingers dove deep inside her, feeling her wet, warm pussy as she clenched tightly around it.

“Why are you wet? I didn’t give you the permission to get wet.”

She whimpered.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. You turn me on so much.”

 "You talk too much.“

*spank

“I didn’t give you permission.”

 *spank spank

 Her ass is turning pink.

 "I’m gonna play with your clit and you’re going to hold your orgasms in. Do you understand?“

She nodded.

 *spank spank spank

“Do you understand?”

 "Yes.“

*spank spank spank spank

"Answer me in complete sentence!”

“Yes. I understand.” she said with a whimper.

“Good.”

Kneeling beside her, I played with her pearl – slowly and steadily stroking the tip. Softly and lightly teasing it then building its pace. Faster, rougher, never missing a beat. Her legs are starting to shake, moans escaping her throat.

“I need to cum badly. Please. Let me cum.”

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“Baby please. Let me cum.”

 "Are you ordering me to let you cum?“

 "No baby. I’m begging you. Please let me cum. I need to cum badly.”

The sound of desperation to cum turned me on. I know she’s trying to be a good girl to please me and I know she needs to cum badly. Who am I to build her to an orgasm and deny her that right to cum all over my fingers?

“Ok. You may cum.”

As soon as she heard my approval, her juices gushed between her legs. Moans of relief and pleasure escaped her mouth. My fingers kept playing with her pearl, faster, consistent strokes to her favorite spot, never missing a beat. Orgasm after orgasm, her body trembled with pleasure. I took my hand soaked with her juices, pulled her hair, and placed my fingers in her mouth.

“Lick my fingers clean.”

 She started licking and sucking every inch of my fingers, moaning as she tastes herself off me.

I handed her the vibrator.

“You’ve been a good girl. Play with yourself as I put the strap on. You may only have one orgasm. Do you understand?”

 "Yes, I understand.“

I got up and grabbed the strap on as she played with herself. I can hear her moans from the other room. I put it on and waited for her to drown out her moans. She had her orgasm. She had that one orgasm I graciously allowed her to have. I went back to the bedroom and saw her smiling at me, biting her lower lip, staring at my dick. I climbed on the bed, between her legs, as she instinctually spread her legs wide for me.

"I had one orgasm just like you ordered me. May I please have my reward?”

 I ignored her question.

 I traced her slit and teased her clit using the tip of my dick. She whimpered. She is getting wetter and wetter. I grabbed her ankles, raised it above my head, placed my dick on her pussy, shifted my weight on her, and penetrated deep inside her. She released a long moan in sync with how slowly I went deep inside her.

“You may have as much orgasms as you wish, baby girl.”

I started grinding my dick inside her wet hole building her orgasm, pleasing and hitting her spot with every stroke. Her legs against my breasts, her calves around my neck. I placed two fingers in her mouth and she sucked on it and twirled her tongue around it without mercy. Muffled moans escape her beautiful mouth with every stroke. I started fucking her faster and faster, deeper and deeper, her moans getting louder and louder, legs choking me harder. I grabbed her breast with my left hand and pulled her closer with the other.

“I’m cuming baby. Please don’t stop.”

 I can feel my orgasm building up with every stroke I give her. Deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Relentlessly fucking her pussy. My thighs are burning with all the fucking, back stinging with all the scratching. Beads of sweat rolling down my back. The room is filled with grunting and moaning.

We were both washed away by an intense orgasm one after another.

I did not want to stop. I wanted to keep on fucking her. Grind on her. Make her scream. A long moan escaped her beautiful lips as she pulled me closer. I slowed down my pace. Slowly grinding on her to a halt. I pulled my dick out and plunged my face between her legs. Licking, sucking, cleaning up the mess I made.

 She has been a good girl. She deserved that reward. She earned it. Now, she can’t get enough of it. I admired her body. Took a look at it one more time. Admired her pink ass. Adored the cum stains all over her.

She’s a good girl. She’s my girl. She knows who she belongs to.

End.

Original composition by Anything Lesbian

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