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Moved to goddess-lolanyxx
I hate that they ruined this page. I can’t really access it. Most of my post were banned and I can not recover so starting over. See you there maybe
Sweet temptations, that numb your mind and melt you to your core. Let's discover your flavor
Why: I enjoy wearing heels, always have. I enjoy a man under my heels. What a thrill to control the level of pain with a pair stilettos https://www.instagram.com/p/BsBzqB8nZ2b/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1c9p2nvvaioe4
Hunted, haunted, I had become what I had once stalked. Who knew it would come to this. Holding as still as can be tree covering me, hoping that the breath smoke wouldn’t catch their eyes... it had to be a full moon making the night extra bright... Could they smell me. Hear my heart race, hear my breath...
Flashes
Crawling, trying to get away, he is on me in flash, entering me impaling me from behind I am trying my best to get away, scratches down my back, a sticky wet trail opens, a sticky wet trail appears on my thighs, a bite taken Explosion Darkness
Some of my sharps. I love sharp things that sting by the end. Followed by some alcohol slaps. #sadistic #sharpobjects #knives https://www.instagram.com/p/BqNfgMTH5fK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=5vbo0al8op44
Simple, you know what to do. #bootworship #bootporn https://www.instagram.com/p/BqM50JlHpOK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1981vdosla00m
Hate it, love it, live for it.
December 27, 2014
The time arrived and he said go to the bedroom and take off your pants. I did what I was told. He looked for the belt that he conveniently left. I pointed him in the right direction, a suitcase full of fun. He pulled out the leather strap and a belt and said tonight would be a leather night. I bent over the bed and presented my ass, he took to it. Ass up face down, arms spread apart. I scream cuss, beg and cry. "May i have water?“ I quickly add, "in my mouth please.” because I know that he would douse me and then beat me. He laughs at my knowing and says okay and squeezes the water in my mouth.
Quenched I get back in position, when I feel something at the entrance of my lips and then water filling my pussy. He then puts the bottle in my ass and squeezes, my ass fills with water. I am embarrassed and humiliated at this make shift enema and scared about the possibility of lack of control. He commands position, beats me. I cry out and he lays his body on mine. I feel him, his dick hard, his body, mmm. He says what is it, what you want, he’s kissing and licking my back, and my ass cheeks and I’m going crazy, he bites me, i am fighting the urges to gush, finally, He gets up, beats me.
Looks in the suitcase and finds the pussy pump and tries it out. My pussy is swelling and becoming even more aroused all i want to do is let loose. I’m warned not to cum. The pump is left on my pussy, he beats me.
He takes it off and finds clothes pins. He pins my vulva and clit and… he beats me. I’m spacing while he hits me. Licks me, bites me. Why should this ever stop, i think to myself. He tells me, Five strikes left are you ready? I am. As each blow lands i count, by three, the water he squooze in my pussy is gushing out. He continues to five. I lay down depleted. He flciks the pins that are still attached. Shows me the sticky string of wetness attached and makes me lick it.
This, I hate it, love it, live for it.
Whore Mission 2
I got a text that said Wake up bitch it’s slutday, It was D, the young one. Whereas, some would be mortified by a text like that, not me. It made me blush and giggle. I told him I was already up and we began discussing the details of the day. He made it clear he wanted me to plug and that he wanted to fuck my ass.
Previously we discussed we would go to an adult theater and see what we could get into, I was a little skeptical of being able to carry out ass fucking in a place like that. I think I imagined the old school theaters with the red velour seats and a big screen playing porn while men sat scattered about jacking off in the dark…
So we debated hotel room or theater. We ended up choosing theater. He said you can bring whatever toys you like, I am bringing my hands and a belt. We met at the location and he paid the fees to get in. We looked around first… We went through the locked door, now opened to us. On one side there were several rooms, with small screen TV’s on the wall playing porn. I went inside and it was made for one person or two who wouldn’t mind the tight fit
We walked further in and past a door that said couples only, where we heard a humming noise and I said, Oh that sounds like a Hitachi… we walked past that door to come into a large room with oversized couches, tables and a large screen TV. It looked more like a lounge area. We headed back to the room with the buzzing noise but the door was locked.
A man walked up and asked if we wanted to go in. We said yes. We entered the room to find a couple inside in the middle of a BDSM scene. I was transfixed because the noise I heard was actually a violet wand, which has become a favorite of mine. I must admit that i did want some of that play. The “woman” had a portable set up of tools and toys. We sat down and watched for a few and the man who let us in the room sat down as a well on a couch near us.
D pulled me in closer as we watched and begin to adjust his pants, to take his dick out. I bent over to take him in my mouth and he had me get up on all fours, he told me let the man see my ass and hiked up my dress. He told the man he could not touch my pussy.
D smacked my ass and played with the plug while I sucked him off. Soon I felt the violet wand touching my back here and there. I responded in kind with pleasure. I heard the flogger being used and felt the stroke of it on my back as well. The male slave was getting riled up and wanted to watch what was going on. He was given permission to do so. D wanted to take this time to throat train me. I was instructed to use my throat and breath through my nose. Each time inching his dick down further and further, until he was satisfied.
I was taken to a spanking bench and made to bend over, while D pulled the belt out. Safe word usage was reviewed and my comfort level was checked. Restrained with cuffs, I was told to say Thank you sir after each blow. He belted my ass and in-between those belts strokes, (the woman - who was really a cross dressed man) would spray me with witch hazel. I don’t know, but i loved it. D took a break with the belt and I felt another sensation on my body. It was the Whartenberg wheel being pushed along my back. I felt D kissing and caressing my back. A slapper and flogger was used next.
Restraints released I was lead to a chair and bent over. It was time for my ass to be used. I remember what I was instructed to do, be… and with Sir in mind, I was fucked, well fucked. By this time the watchers were jacking off and the slave had been given permission to cum. D gave him permission to cum on my back with my consent. And he did. I was cleaned off with alcohol and all left the scene. D and I stayed and finished up and cleaned up.
Whore Mission 1
Thursday, my off day, has been reconditioned into a whore day. It’s my mission to be used on a regular basis at least two- three times weekly in a variety of ways. This is a part of my sexual training prescribed by my Sir.
Luckily I have a couple which consists of Master/slave with whom I can play with regularly. There’s also a young bull but so far we have not been able to consistently meet up. I am hoping that changes in the future.
So this was enough to start my experiences off. The week prior to Thursday, I called up a friend who has been trying to fuck for several years and asked was he available now. Turns out his situation changed and he was available. I set up an early morning date to see him. My timing was off and I ended up arriving closer to noon.
There was small talk and pleasantries exchanged he watched a few of my videos and soon I was taking off my dress and getting on my knees. Sucked and slurped until he came and I made sure that the cum covered my face. I retained my composure and did not taste. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up and came back out. Got dressed and waited, hoping to get fucked, but other plans were in force and I left. Meanwhile I got a text that said, WYD slut, I told the young bull, D I was near his area.
He told me to hang around for a few and called me, it was decided we would meet up at the park. I went to our designated park and parked the car. He text me again to ask me did I want to get beat a little. And of course I responded Yes, please. He text back to go find a switch. Luckily I was parked by a tree with branches growing like vines across it, I pulled the switch off and put it in the car. I went back to the car and waited, well I actually pissed and then waited for him to arrive. He arrived and we got into my car and went to a more secluded area.
When we parked, he told me to open my door, lift up my dress, show my ass and stick it out the door. I did as I was told and he came around to my side of the car and stood behind me. I felt the swift, hard strikes of the switch hit my ass. I screamed out, he began using his hands. He’d rub my ass, then spit on it and back to the stick, he did this until i was begging to have something in my pussy. He came back around to the other side of the door. (Turns out I had a glass dildo in my glove box. I had forgotten I stashed it there, I showed it to him when he first got in the car.) He made me lie my seat back and started fucking my fast and hard with the glass dildo, he placed one hand on my neck and I began cumming and squirting.
He called me all sorts of names, made me confirm what I was, what I made for and pushed my head on his dick, I eagerly sucked and licked and sucked and licked until he was at that point. I quickly pulled his dick out my mouth and slathered my face once again. But this time I didn’t wipe it off. I had received a text that said he can come wherever he wants and if he cums on your face, ride home with it on.
My next instruction was to get on cam with cum on my face. But that’s another story for another time.
Desiring your pain
It’s been two weeks since I last spoke with you, longer since I touched you. I don’t know what happened but we unexpectedly stopped. Perception is what caused the rift. I said, you thought. You said, I thought. Pride is what kept us from speaking. Although every night I thought of you even if to say, fuck you, fucking asshole. You still permeated my thoughts. It came to mind to share today’s thought… Today I thought, thought to violently ride your dick, I imagined sharpened nails grasping your neck as I slammed and grinded myself against you. Scratching your back lines appearing and Crimson droplets following closely and quickly after. I would smile at the art I created on your body and you being unable to do anything because you’re caught between the pleasure of cumming and the intensity of pain. I’d continue to plunge myself over you repeatedly, in spite of, until I feel you throbbing… And when that moment arrived and your anticipation high, just… Remove myself, and watch the cum shoot out of you into nothingness, into the air, into void. And then I’d be satisfied
Piss, plug, spit and facial
Last night I was in a mood for kinky fun. I know that Virgo is not much into kink or into initiating kinky things on the rare occasions we indulge. I was told to think of three things I wanted to do, the final decision came down to piss, plug and facial/spit.
I went upstairs and prepared a play space for him to lay. I grabbed my glass plug and inserted. I took the liberty of drinking and drinking and holding on. I knew he wouldn’t say no. Hell, I wasn’t going to give him a chance to anyway. I told him to come upstairs in my room, i had him make me cum with his fingers and after had him strip and lie down in the area i prepared. He was very obedient in doing so. i stood over him in a straddle position, a stream of piss began flowing. it seemed to flow forever and he lay there relishing the feeling of warmth all over his chest and balls and dick.
After he cleaned up, I had him make me cum more and allowed him to fuck me. I made sure it was missionary (rare), because I had something in mind. While he was fucking me I said spit on me. He looked confused but continued fucking, I said it again, he shook his head no. I shouted this time SPIT ON ME, (lol) and it seems out of shock he let go and spit, yes, on my face. Mmm Yes, I said and demanded a repeat, he complied twice more. He seemed shocked, confused and excited by my demand and probably perplexed that I loved it.
I had plans for his cum, so I knew I had to stop his flow. I sat on the floor and had him stand up in front of me so that he could jack his dick off over my face. He did so and when he did it shot out with so much force I was a little taken aback. With my face covered and pussy sated, I wiped the cum away, but not without sampling a little first, and finally falling to sleep.
Wish I could experience this.
@submission-of-a-saytr why can’t you?
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PTSD
99.9% when you here PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) you automatically think of military vets. While it is more common among them, its also common among people who have suffered abuse. I was a bit shook when my psych diagnosed me with it a few months ago. But when she did I was able to piece things together a little better. Im pretty open about what has happened to me. As my mom mom put it, it caused me to lose my light. I had hopes and dreams like any other normal kid, but with each bruise that waa left on my body, each time i was left behind to suffer while my sister was protected, that light grew dimmer and dimmer. Left to wonder why I wasn’t loved enough to be protected, why I wasn’t worth fighting for. As I got older this caused such a rift between my mother and my sister. I love my sister dearly but sometimes its hard for me to communicate with her cause I don’t think she could fully understand. I haven’t spoke to my mom in almost a year…i honestly have no plans of doing so anytime soon until i can cope with this. I have a deep fear of strange men, a deep fear of belts, abandonment issues, I do everything I can to blend in with large crowds. I won’t go where I don’t know anyone. It’s a daily struggle. At times it has made my life unbearable…the nightmares, the bouts of anger from not knowing why the shit had to happen to me.. Think of the song “paradise” by coldplay, and you have me..
Healing will come, keep up the work. ❤️
#Capricorn #Full #Moon What lessons do you have for me? Take away what does not belong. #Create simplicity, defined spaces with boundaries. More than ever I am craving security and clarity show that to me.
Female Led Relationships aren’t for everyone. It takes a special type of man and woman to make a Female Led Relationship successful. It is the agreement between the two that holds it together but an agreement made with the wrong type of man will bring nothing but frustration to the Powerful woman trying to sustain a loving FLR.
Let’s define a Powerful woman as a woman who has important life goals that are independent of her romantic relationship that she is working to achieve with or without a partner. This type of woman sees a romantic relationship as beneficial but not absolutely necessary.
When a woman creates a life that centers around her romantic relationship she gives away her power to the man and she can not lead a Female Led Relationship authentically. If she tries, she is faking it.
So what should a Powerful woman who is interested in a FLR look for? Easy. Check out these 4 traits.
Independent
Although it is true that most men who crave Female Led Relationships are looking for a woman to relieve them of the pressures of decision making, not all men are like that. If you are a Powerful woman you want a man who can lead his life successfully without you and is content to do so. He chooses to be with you and support you because it brings him joy to do so. He doesn’t need you for anything. He wants to be with you because your power amazes him.
Emotionally Secure
Being with a Powerful woman means that a man must share admiration for her with the community or even the world. An emotionally insecure man can not handle a relationship like this. He needs constant reassurance and that is simply too time consuming for a Powerful woman because she has other shit to do besides remind him that she chose him to stand by her side. If a man you are with is afraid that you could walk out on him or afraid to stand back and allow you to shine he will sabotage your success so that he can ensure that you remain with him. Choose a man who is content to allow you to be great, even if it means you have to leave him behind. If he is willing to lose you to your greatness, he deserves to be beside you.
Proactive
Men who are assets in a Female Led Relationship are men who are active problem solvers. They don’t sit back and wait for detailed instruction, they anticipate the needs of the woman they love and they meet them without hesitation. He is so smart that he can predict an issue that may arise that would hinder her leadership and he will warn her about it so that they can work together to create a solution if he can’t create one on his own. He does not need permission to solve problems and he is mentally capable of creating plans and executing them. A man who needs to be told over and over to complete tasks or solve problems is not a good choice for a Powerful woman because the focus transitions to instructing him rather than her personal growth and progress.
Nurturing
He wants you to grow. He wants to invest in you. He loves reminding you that you are amazing, offering you information to help you achieve your goals and assisting you in any way that he can. He is a nurturer. He loves progress, but most of all he loves assisting you as YOU progress. If there is any way that he can pave the way for you to live the life you dream of, he will do it without hesitation.
Tumblr belongs to Verizon now and will exploit Black Lives Matter to make more money for Yahoo
Verizon has completed its acquisition of Tumblr parent company Yahoo, and is preventing Tumblr from participating in the day to save Net Neutrality next month on July 12, 2017. Tumblr can also no longer freely participate in political protest like it did before.
Furthermore, Yahoo senior VP and head of Media Brands and Products Simon Khalaf gave a speech at the all-hands meeting at Tumblr last month, where he explicitly stated that Black Lives Matter is among several communities that the company should focus on converting into Yahoo media consumers. One told The Verge, “Simon explicitly said that Black Lives Matter was an opportunity to [make] a ton of money.”
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Hello fellow POC kinksters. BDSM and being a little allows me to express my sexuality in ways other than when I have not the words to write down with familiar black ink. With my first kiss being at 19 and virginity given up at 23 I’m a bit of a late bloomer but the freedom has made me feel so powerful. Growing up in Islam doesn’t mean you don’t have sexual desires.
This is also a shout out to all my POC lovelies battling mental illness seconds to minutes to hours to days at a time. Bipolar and borderline are the ones I tango with in a swift yet also sluggish dance with knives to throats.
Here’s to the horny and/or turmulous souls. Thank you for this @littlecuriousprincess
Thank you so much for submitting @playnicepussycat!!! 💖💖
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Hi C! Happy POC bdsm day from the two peas in a pod @daddysprettypinkprincess and @littledarlingnikky!
Being black littles has been an experience. We have had to fight racists and anti-kink people at the same time, which is annoying. But after all is said and done it is important to remember that we are supposed to be having fun. Kink is an exciting hobby that brings a lot of joy, love, and fulfillment. We are so glad we found each other and others to share that joy with. So as POC littles, we just wanted to remind everyone that it is okay to just have fun! Enjoy your blog, your partner(s), your friends. Sometimes it is okay to forget that there are gross racists out there who hate us and just be kinky fucks lol.
Thank you so much for submitting @littledarlingnikky and @daddysprettypinkprincess!! You guys look super adorable!! 💖💖
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