18+ nsfw 47 yr old black dominant looking to hear your secret confessions. this is a safe place to explore kinks, fantasies, and all your dark, dirty desires. this is a very kink positive space. we don't judge.
A few people have asked what are some of the ways a girl should act. Here are the things I always go with!
1.) Don’t try to be smart, don’t think you are smart, don’t act smart.
2.) Don’t be a bitch.
3.) Acknowledge men and women are different. Men lead, women follow.
4.) Always try to be pretty. Always. Having a bad day? Stressed out? Tired? Doesn’t matter, get your ass in the bathroom and clean up.
5.) Don’t get fat unless your man wants you to be. If you don’t have a man, don’t get fat. Stay in shape, stay thin. Don’t be anorexic.
6.) Be happy, be friendly, comfort men and be the light to brighten their day.
7.) Be easy, but don’t cheat. Guy wants sex? Have sex. In a relationship? Don’t cheat and get your man back you up.
8.) Dress feminine. Skirts and heels, not jeans and butch-wear.
9.) Men come first, pleasing men is your purpose.
10.) Support men who support you. A real man leads and controls you, but does not hurt or abuse you for no reason. Don’t support cruel assholes. Support sexist, patriarchal, and traditional men.
Remember your purpose can be summed up in 3 words: Sex, Children, Care-taking. Care for you man, make people happy, cook, clean, have kids when you should, and be sexually available!
1. Always kiss His cock after he’s fucked you or let you suck him off … tell him how wonderful his cock tastes/feels/looks, and how much you love it. … and say “Thank You Master”
2. Be kind – it’s not all about rules, or play, sometimes take the time to watch him, get a sense of His mood, is He stressy? Is he tired? Try to be in tune with what He needs, and when you can make His life - better do so. You can do lots of nice things – simple acts of kindness and goodness, bake a cake, litter the house with scribbled post it notes hidden in cupboards, in His wallet, in His favourite girlie mag or on the bathroom mirror. If he’s ill make him soup, bring him warm drinks before he needs to ask, bring Him a cushion if he’s been sat to long hunched over a laptop.
3. Be proud to be His. Stand for what you believe in. Call Him Master in public/ with vanilla friends – maybe not constantly, but when it matters. If you’re asked to go somewhere – say “I’ll ask my Master”. Your friends may think you’re jesting, but by the time they realise you aren’t you’ll probably find they’re pretty accepting. Mine were. I always deferred on important decisions and asked them to ask Him. Every time you’re honest about your relationship it reaffirms the dynamic.
4. Pay attention to what He likes – forget anything, but remember what matters to Him, His core values, his worries, His preferences, His favourite smells, foods, colours, fabrics etc.
5. Don’t try to be an expert on His interests though. I’m starting to realise that actually me and my Master are different. He is logical, and has a scientific, mathematical, right-brained man’s mind. I on the other hand, am typically left brained and artistic. I do not understand what He is talking about when he talks about physics. But it doesn’t matter – I enjoy listening to Him talking passionately about something. I don’t need to understand all of it, or how it works. People so oftenly mistake showing interest with debating or firing inquisitory questions at the other person. It’s actually really nice that we are different – it balances us perfectly. I don’t try to outsmart Him on His topics or question Him. I wondered if this might actually be a problem of where the bimbo-ideal and living it would give rise to a conflict of desires he might have, but He doesn’t need or expect me to understand.
6. Learn role-appropriate-skills to make His life wonderful. Being submissive is a discipline. It’s kind of like being a geisha. It is about (particularly for doll-types) aspiring to perfection. So presentation is everything – perfect self presentation, perfect home, perfect meals. Learn everything you can about home care – cleaning tips- cooking skill- sexual skills- beauty tips- massage tips- exercise facts-and do everything with grace and skill. Practice speaking nicely, moving elegantly and learn how to hold yourself and at what angles you look best. Learn to communicate effectively and appealingly – find out if He wants you to be explicit , or more subtle, to communicate using specific words or sometimes in your tone, your eye contact and body language, and learn to listen , active listening makes for better relationships. Take time to process his questions before responding. It is nice to be unquestioning and the ideal of submission is surrender as an absolute not a semi-version but as a relationship its really important to comprehend what is being communicated to you , so even if you fully plan to agree – pause and absorb before moving on.
7. Be useful to Him. In public do whatever He needs. Be His personal cheerleader, or right hand woman, his rock and confidente. Laugh at jokes you don’t understand. Don’t criticize Him even as part of general hen-crowd-man-baiting. Be near enough to him that you are by His side, but let him shine – don’t cling to Him and be in the way, be devoted and patient, serene and poised. It’s ok to be a private performer and to put on a show when He tells you. But be what He needs when He needs it and understand that what is expected or desired may change based on environment.
8. Make His life easier. He may get final say on things but don’t ask Him about everything, it can be exhaustive. Like home furnishings. I have pretty much always had the D/s M/s dynamic in all my adult relationships . Never, have I met a Master, or man for that matter that particularly cares about curtains. From what I understand generally the topic is boring and you only make a pest of yourself running to Him with catalogues of fabric. If you know what colours He likes narrow it to maybe 3 options you think He will like. The same applies on other things that he finds dull or laborious – i.e. food shopping, anything He may need for health or self care.
9. Tell Him things that you appreciate about what He does for you i.e. patience, promoting your confidence, learn to see the things that go beyond “kink” (I hate that word so much).
10. Believe in him. Trust him… believe in His dreams even if you don’t understand them…do everything you can to help him flourish towards his own happiness… offer to promote his restaurant, offer to help Him gift shop for children/women/relatives in his life, offer to promote his craft or art through social media, offer anything that you think is of service or benefit to Him.
A girl is kidnapped. She wakes up strapped belly down to a piss and cum soaked bed. Her head is just barely through the metal footboard bars.
There is a TV positioned a few feet away from her face. It flickers on and lingers on a channel before switching, it lingers, it switches, it lingers, for a solid minute or so, then the bed behind her dips down she feels his big hand caressing her ass cheeks, spreading them apart, she can feel his eyes staring at her ass hole, she clenches it involuntarily.
He chuckles, and she can feel the bed shaking slightly, he speaks, his voice deep and gruff "I'm stroking my cock, getting it ready" she starts to cry and beg. He lays on top of her, his cock laying tucked between her cheeks. He grabs the back of her head with his right hand, making her tears run down her face, with his left hand he wipes her cheeks, gathering the tears on his fingers, he then lifts his hips slightly, moves his left hand back and down to her cunt. He rubs the tears into her clit and cunt.
Then he begins to finger fuck her, slow and gentle, but speeding up as she tries to fight and wiggle her cunt away. Accidentally, a fat finger slips into her ass hole. She yelps and he smashes her face into the mattress with his right hand, still gripping her hair.
Then he stops fingering her, brings his cunt coated fingers to his mouth and tastes her juices. "I just live the taste of fear." He says. "The more you cry, the harder I'm going to fuck you."
He goes back to finger fucking her cunt, removes his right hand from her hair and starts flipping through tbe channels on the TV again. When he lands on a channel this time he leaves it on. He angles his cock head to her cunt and starts slowly edging himself into her tightness.
As she watches she sees that shes been missing for just 15 hours. Police have no leads. She then sees her father and mother on screen, they are both sobbing and holding each other. She begins to sob, and tries to start fighting again.
The man pins her down hard to the bed and begins to slide himself further into her tightness. "Thats it girl, fight me, youre getting wetter." She knows he is right. She can feel her cunt starting to get slicker. He's sliding so deep inside her and she can feel herself adjusting to his length. Right when she thinks she cant take it anymore, he slides all the way to her cervix and stops.
He is fully inside of her cunt now. He rests a moment and then slides out slowly. Once his cock head is nearly out he laughs at the TV, at her father who is begging for her safe return. She cries with her father, and the man violently shoves his cock into her, not allowing her to adjust this time.
He starts to really rape into her cunt as she tries to fight, tries to squeeze him out. But all of it is making his cock pulse harder. His speed in which he is fucking her is causing her shoulders to slam the metal footboard frame. He grabs onto her shoulders, pressing down, his cock angles upwards toward her gspot a d he slows just slightly.
"I want you to cum on my rapist cock, okay girl? I want to feel you twitch around my cock, and then I'm going to shoot my load into you, don't fight now or else I'll have to rape your ass."
She falls still, she can feel his cock edging her closer and closer to an orgasm and she rolls her eyes back. Taking him. She can hear him talking her through it, she can feel herself taking him, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to Cumming. And after a few more moments of feeling her rapists cock head barge against her cervix and his heavy balls slap against her cunt she finally gave in, moaning loudly she let her body convulse and cum on her rapists cock.
Shes still reeling from her orgasm high when he hears her rapist grunt, his thrusts becoming slower, harder and then, suddenly she felt him gripping her shoulders he was fully buried inside her cunt, right up against her cervix he began to cum inside her.
He laid on top of her, keeping his cock pressed tightly against her cervix he panted hard into her ear "so tight, I couldnt help it, you made me rape you. And I plan on keeping you around to empty my sack whenever I want, just promise to keep a little fight in ya."
something missing there...he doesn't need to keep her now...she found out what it is like to be used by a real man...he can let her go back home that she will come back again on her own for more and more of that same feeling she just discovered! 💪💪💪
Need somebody to grope my tits and shove their hand down my pants. Tell me I'm a good girl while you force me to cum on your fingers. Shove a toy in me and then drop me to my knees and jam your cock down my throat while the toy makes me cum again and again. Leave me fucked out, laying there on the ground just for the next man to come around and do it all over again.
Wow amazing... Can we have an audio clip of you using the bottle... Or maybe some porn that inspire you...
bad news about the bottle…….my friend came over to watch the World Cup and we finished off the wine and then she took out the recycling when she left. which was very nice of her but really put a damper on my plans.
howeverrrrr an audio recording using a regular dildo….hmmm………..
Oh you have to listen to this dirty little cum slut play with her pretty pink pussy.how many times did you cum from railing that soaking wet cum dump, @worldofmsogyny
My boyfriend fucked my ass with a baseball bat in front of all his friends and my bestie. Because my ass was stretched out so much, he and his friends fucked my bestie’s butt. She had so much cum leaking out of her asshole and I tried my best to lick it all up so it wouldn’t go to waste. I also cleaned her ass juices off each cock. I wish I could have cum in my ass too but I’m just happy to service.
Fuuuuck, that’s so hot! It sounds like you’re living one of my fantasies over there! 🤤🥹💗
A fun night to me is coming home to an outfit picked out and a time to be ready, maybe with a plug or another toy to have in me, before going out to a nice dinner. Sitting under their gaze as I’m picture perfect for them. On the way home, I hand them my panties and they play with my tits and my cunt, getting me drenched before we even get home. Once we’re there, I’m fully at their whim. Forced to suck their cock against the front door, pulled by my hair further in so they can fuck my dripping cunt, them pulling the plug out for me to hold in my mouth while they brutally fuck my ass until they fill it with cum, then piss. Finishing with a lovely spanking over their knee surely to make me tender for tomorrow before they pull me by the hand into our bedroom for the fun to continue, fully at their discretion.
Traditional patriarchy is based on the acknowledgment and support of the natural strengths of men, while at the same time acknowledging and supporting the natural strengths of women. This model ensures that both men and women can function at their best, while having their respective needs as men and women met.
i like the idea of permanent edging/chastity but only to a certain extent. Like if you had me convinced that if i came in this moment (while im right on the edge) that it would be my last orgasm ever.. all the while not taking the vibrator off of my clit. i would cum like crazy thinking it was my last ever. But then i feel like denial would eventually get kind of old. So i think its even hotter if instead of permanent denial you deny me orgasms but dont say for how long. Instead you allow me to beg for one whenever i get needy but each time i do beg you have me do something embarrassing in order to prove how badly i want to cum. Use my desperation against me and break me.
maybe you start off with something too hard for me on purpose. its first thing in the morning and i woke up feeling so wet and horny and got even hornier as i took care of your morning wood like i do every morning- with a sloppy blowjob. im still laying between your legs on my side with my head resting on top of your upper thigh. squirming, i look up at you with pleading eyes, "Sir, can i please cum this morning please Sir im feeling so so desperate this morning", i cant keep the whine out of my voice as i asked. it's been a week since you've allowed me to cum and ive gotten so desperate. You smirk down at me and you shift the leg im not resting my head on so that its between my legs pressed up against my wet pussy. Gasping, i cant help but grind a little bit into it. "You want to cum, slut?" still grinding, i barely manage to gasp out a "yes... please Sir". "then press your lips around my cock and drink my piss." i had already lifted my head and started to move it back to your cock when i heard the second part of that sentence. i froze, you had never asked me to do something like that before and you know ive never done anything to do with piss or golden showers or whatever before. i look up at you trying to see if you mean it, "Sir?" You're still looking calmly down at me. "No? then i got to get up and you wont get to keep humping my leg until you cum. and who knows when ill be feeling benevolent enough to let you cum again." i realized then that i had never stopped grinding my needy cunt into your leg and still am even now. i can feel my orgasm already starting to build but i know that you mean it. if im going to cum this morning i have to drink your piss right now. i start to think about it, could i even do it if i tried? what if i spilled it and then in the end i still wouldnt be allowed to cum? what if-
my thoughts get interrupted as you pull your leg away from me and shove me off you as you get up "too late" you say, not sounding annoyed at all as though you never expected me to do it in the first place. you walk into the bathroom but leave the door open so i hear it clearly when your stream hits the water. i blush as i think about how i was seriously considering letting you piss in my mouth and swallow it.
fast forward to later that night and your using my pussy with me bent over the couch. As you get close you grab a fistful of my hair and use it to pull my head back untli your lips are lined up with my ear. "you still wanna cum, babygirl?" i nod as much as your grip allows me to and gasp "yes pleaseee". your thrusts slow a little as you keep talking to me "then youre gonna do something for me, slut". i nod not even thinking about how just this morning you asked me to do something i didnt want to do. " you know how i love cumming in your pussy, right?" i keep nodding though im only half listening as i grind my ass harder into you since you stopped thrusting for the moment. "but i also love having you swallow my cum." you reach down between my legs and start rubbing little circles expertly around my clit. i moan loudly and grind harder into you, my tongue hanging out. "so this time i want the best of both worlds. im going to cum inside this little pussy here and then youre going to get on your knees, legs spread, and scoop my cum out of your pussy and into your mouth. then youre gonna show me your mouth full of my cum and swallow like a good girl. understand?" you pull your finger off my clit and i cry out. "yes sir yes please and then i can cum?" "maybe. if you do a good job and i feel like it." was all you said but it was enough for me and i keep nodding my head like an idiot "yes sir!" you resume fucking me harder and faster this time." what a good. little. cunt!" you thrust hard with each word and i feel you cum on the final thrust. you groan into my shoulder and after a moment you pull out with a satisfied sigh. You flop back onto the couch then lean forward to grab your game controller. with your other hand you give my ass a smack since im still kneeling on the couch next to you. "get to it cunt, you know what to do." with that i quickly get on my knees, desperate for release. i spread my knees out so my pussy is facing you and i reach down and start to scoop the cum that had already dripped down my thigh. i lick it off my hand and continue to scoop cum out of my pussy. occasionally i glance up at you but most of the time your not even looking as youre booting up the playstation and starting a game. after getting as much cum as i think i can get i stop scooping and hold my mouth open to let you see your cum. only the game you were queued for just started and once again youre not paying any attention to me. I have to kneel there on my knees and wait for what feels like forever for you to finally look at me.
my cheeks burn as i finally have a moment to think about what im doing. this was something else that you had never had me do before. but it was fresh on my mind how quickly you changed your mind about letting me cum just that morning when i hesitated so i was not going to make the same mistake twice. besides, this was new but its not like ive never swallowed your cum before so its not totally new. finally your game is finished and you glance down at me and smile seeing my mouth open, waiting for you. "swallow." i swallow gratefully and show you my empty mouth like you have trained me to. "Good pet" you pet my head with one hand and start another game with the other. "thank you sir" i lean into your hand and look up at you hopefully, "please sir, can i please cum now" you look down at me and say " not this time, but you can clean my cock as a reward, cunt" i try not to look too disappointed as i lean in and lovingly lick your cock and balls until youre satisfied.
this happens a few more times in the next couple of days. i stopped asking you to cum when i realized whenever i did you would just have me do something new and humiliating and then still not let me cum. but then you would just ask me if i wanted to cum and since i cant lie to you the same thing would still happen. one night, we're showering together when you offer to "clean" my pussy. of course i say yes and soon youre pressed up behind me with one arm wrapped around my front rubbing soap into my tits and the other gently playing with my clit. i moan and lean my head back onto your shoulder as you roll and pinch my nipples. you slip a finger lower and plunge it into my cunt and pump it a few times, adding another finger every couple of thrusts. when you hav e three fingers in me you stop pumpping and start to grind your palm into my clit as your fingers curl upward into my g spot. my hips squirm as you bring me closer and closer to the edge like this. "please" i gasp out. "please what, babygirl? use your words" you growl into my ear. i moan harder "please sir, please can i cum" i force out as your fingers pull out and start circling my clit faster. my body jerks and i feel myself just starting to slip over the edge. thats when you pull your hands away and spin me around facing you. your now between me and the shower head, with the water hitting you in the back. "kneel." you tell me and i drop down hard not even feeling the pain in my knees. im still so close you left me right on the very edge, i swear a strong breeze would be able to get me off at this point. "you can start to rub yourself the second my piss hits you, but you have to stop the second i finish- youre allowed to cum but only if youre able to before i finish. understand?" i nod with my hand hovering just inches over my pussy, "yes sir." i dont even think about, ive learned that you dont give me any time to hesitate and i need to cum im so fucking close. with that you aim your cock at me and i feel the warm spray of piss hit me in the chest. for a moment im shocked that its actually happening but i quickly recover as i remember that this is my only chance to cum. i start rubbing furiously at my cunt and my other hand reaches up to rub my now piss covered tits. i moan hard right as you aim your stream up and hit me in the face. i splutter and shut my mouth quickly but you say "open your mouth" and my mouth drops back open. i gag as your piss hits my throat but i keep my mouth open and keep rubbing my clit. i feel myself getting closer and closer and as my orgasm starts to crest i feel your spray hitting me in my now closed eyes and then in my hair. all i can taste and smell is your piss - and thats when i finally cum. i see stars as i cry out and your piss hits my mouth again turning my cries into gargles. i dont even notice that your stream has turned into dribbles and stops until i finally come to slouched over myself still on my knees breathing heavily. you give me a moment to collect myself before saying "well?" i snap my head up and say "thank you sir" and you can see the sincere gratitude in my eyes as i look up at you even as your piss drips off my chin. "good girl, now clean my dick off and give it a little thank you kiss". i lean forward and lick it clean of the now very familiar taste of piss before giving it a little kiss on the tip. you turn around and rinse the rest of the soap suds off your body before stepping out of the shower. "you can finish up on your own, cunt".
I slowly stand up, noticing the pain in my knees for the first time, "thank you, Sir". i reach for the soap again and clean myself off for the second time in this shower. my mind starts to clear and i think about what i just did. i blush as i think about how desperate i was, how i didnt even hesitate for a second and just let you piss on me. its so embarrassing ive never done something like this before. ive seen it a couple times in porn but didnt really like it. up until recently when you had asked me to swallow your piss i had never thought of doing something like that myself before. even as my face burns though as i think about how humiliating that was my pussy starts to get wet again, too. and i know, that the next time you tell me to swallow your piss, i wont hesitate. i also know, that you know this too.
youre right i am meant to be bred! its a tragedy im not always full of a real mans cock and cum. its what i deserve, cum in my female womb impregnating me, making sure i fulfill my true purpose in life
Fucktoy. You're on the floor, flat on your back. The man who just finished pulls out, his cock dragging slick and heavy from between your legs. You let your head loll to the side. A sticky warmth leaks down your inner thigh and pools on the floor beneath you.
There's a hungry circle of four men looking down at you, and the sight of them sends a lazy pulse through your already-wrecked cunt.
"My turn."
"Fuck off, I was next."
"You went last time, asshole."
The argument kicks off like you're not even there, which is its own kind of thrill. They're fighting over your body, and you lie there with your legs still open and cum leaking out of you, soaking it in.
You push up on your elbows. Tilt your head. Put on your dumbest, most confused expression.
"I thought it was his turn?"
You point a lazy finger at the one who just came inside you. He barks out a laugh. The argument erupts.
"See? She wants me again."
"She's a dumb slut, she doesn't know what she wants!"
You bite your lip to keep from grinning. You know exactly what you want. You want them loud and grabby and competing over who gets to ruin you next. You want to be the thing they can't share nicely.
A hand clamps around your ankle. Another seizes your wrist. You're being pulled in two directions and you go limp on purpose, ragdoll soft, making yourself easy to move. Easy to arrange.
Someone gets tired of waiting. He kneels between your legs and spits directly on your clit and the shock of it makes your hips jerk off the floor. His fingers push inside you, curling, and you're so wet from the last load that the sound is indecent. Even for you.
"Someone's gotta keep her warm while you idiots figure it out."
That breaks the stalemate.
A hand fists your hair and tilts your head back until your throat is exposed. A cock pushes past your lips and you open wide, your jaw dropping on muscle memory. He slides in deep enough that you gag and the sound makes the whole room groan.
Your hand finds another cock. Thick, already leaking. You're almost grateful. With everything else happening to you right now, you really needed something to hold onto. Something to keep you afloat. Your fingers curl around him and start stroking.
The one between your legs pulls his fingers out and you feel the blunt press of his cock replace them. No pause. He shoves in and the stretch punches a sound out of you that gets swallowed by the cock in your mouth.
Then a body presses against your side. Warm skin along the length of you. Teeth find your neck, scraping slow, and a hand slides down your stomach and finds your clit. Starts rubbing.
And that's where your brain checks out.
It collapses into one continuous sensation, a full-body hum of being touched everywhere, used everywhere, needed by every man in the room. You're in a frenzy. Your hips are moving on their own, grinding down onto the cock inside you, pushing into the fingers working your clit, chasing everything at once.
The one fucking you picks up his pace, and every thrust rocks your body hard enough that it drives you further onto the cock in your mouth. You gag each time he bottoms out, a wet, choked sound you couldn't stop if you tried. You can feel fingers bruising your hip where he's gripping you. You hope they leave marks. You want to look in the mirror tomorrow and see the proof of being this wanted.
The cock in your cunt cums first. You feel the pulse and the flood, filling you up while your walls grip him in desperate little squeezes. The thumb on your clit presses harder and your orgasm hits without warning, your whole body seizing, a strangled cry trapped behind the cock still lodged in your throat.
He pulls out and you feel the mess of him spill, running down to the floor. Before you've finished shaking the cock in your mouth drives deep and holds and you swallow as his cum hits the back of your throat. The one in your hand follows seconds later, running hot across your stomach, pooling in your navel.
Then they pull away. One by one, leaving you on the floor.
You lie there. Breathing hard. Cum drying on your stomach, leaking from between your legs, the taste of it still coating your tongue. The room is quiet for a few seconds. The loudest sound is your own heartbeat.
Then the arguing starts back up.
"Well now she's a fucking mess."
"You made most of it. You clean her up!"
"It's not my fault I cum more than you!"
Their voices wash over you. Already negotiating the next round.
Your fingers twitch. You slide one hand down through the mess, trailing through their cum, dipping lower. Your clit is swollen and throbbing, lubed with their fluids and yours. It barely takes any pressure at all. You start rubbing again while they argue above you.
Their fucktoy is going to be needed again soon. You want to be ready.
I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO PUT THIS INTO WORDS AND FAILING FOR AT LEAST A WEEK.
how badly i crave being needed by multiple guys at once. how badly i crave being a surrounded by men that want nothing more than to use all my holes to their fullest potential.
