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Anything for him, especially when he looks down at me like that. The words just fall out of my mouth like careless butterflies, tumbling over themselves in my haste to obey. I don’t even know how much sense they make, I’m just a creature of need and desire, and he controls all of it, all of me.
“Please, Master? I need you. Need you to use me, need you to own me, take me, make me yours. I’m your toy, your pet, your plaything, yours to punish, yours to fuck, yours to do with however you please. Just please, Master, please, please, please…”
Ah! I want my hands cuffed behind my back and on my knees while a vibe is on my clit and the the only but hardest rule is not to make a single sound as I come over and over again while my domme watches me shake; she knows I won’t be able to keep quiet for long, but it gives her all the more reason to punish me for not being a good slut.
Good girl…
Two small words. One syllable each. What do I mean when I say them? Why are they so important for her? Why are they so pertinent to D/s?
When I reward her with those words, I am acknowledging the completion of a task, a job well done, the fact she is abiding by my rules. Positive affirmation and confirmation that she is carrying out her duties correctly, and how much that means to me. How proud I am of her, for all that she does as my submissive. Positive reinforcement of her role.
A submissive will often have a very busy mind. She may overthink lots of things. She may question herself, about whether or not she has done something well. These two words help quiet her mind. They comfort her, reassure her, uplift her. They show that, as the Dominant, I see all of what she does, I appreciate and respect her, and her submission. I do not take for granted the gift she has given to me.
They are so pertinent and important, because by submitting to me, she has gifted me power, responsibility, and trust. They are a way of thanking her for that gift, for allowing me to lead, for taking this seriously. They are a recognition of our dynamic and love.
Good girl!
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It was another evening of celebrating, another exhausted, drunken night, but thankfully this time back in our own bed.
He reached into my drawer and pulled out a butt plug—just the smallest of my three—and a bottle of lube. I shivered in anticipation. Anal isn’t something we’ve ever explored together thus far, and is something I’ve enjoyed by myself on many an occasion. I held still as he pushed the cool metal plug inside me, feeling the stretch and fullness once it was inserted.
God, even just thinking about him doing it is making me wet right now.
It was a hard fuck, with my hair pulled and some absolute filth whispered in my ear. I wanted to cum, and felt a desperation I’d never truly experienced before; although he allowed me on top, and told me to touch myself, he filled me up with his sticky, warm cum before I could even feel my own orgasm building.
He laughed.
I begged.
For the first time since trying this, I pleaded with him to allow me to touch myself again, to allow myself to finally orgasm.
“This is what you wanted.”
And so, we went to sleep, sweaty and my heart pounding, cum leaking from my wet, throbbing cunt.
I just want to strip her down and lay her out on the bed with her hands tied to the bed posts and her legs tied to the end of the bed, open. I want her completely vulnerable and helpless so I can watch her squirm while I play with her clit. I want to tease her and edge her over and over while she’s not able to please herself. I can imagine her frustrated moans as I refuse to give her what she wants.
Her moans are like gasps, little breathy whimpers. She’s a shy kitty. Sorta. She doesn’t look very shy with her skirt pulled up around her tummy, grinding herself against my thigh. But her sounds are soft, almost hushed.
I’m mesmerized by her curves, by the way the elastic band of her cotton panties squeezes her just a little, my hands are getting greedy. I grab her hips, hard enough to hear that sharp inhale. She rocks against me, her hot little cunt against my thigh, I press back. The pressure makes her cheeks turn pink, her panties are wet and she knows I can feel it.
I have to tease just a little. “Are you gonna get off just like that? Before I even get your panties off?” I know the answer, and so does she. I slow down a little, just for a second. The tiny whine that escapes her pretty little mouth makes me weak.
Structure and Self-Care for Unowned Submissives
I received a note recently asking me if I had any reference materials that focused on providing structure for a submissive who is currently without a Dominant. I didn’t, but I thought it was a good opportunity to write about it.
While I’ve never had a formal system, I have found in both in the time before I identified as a submissive, and in the times since, when I was without a Dom, that I naturally gravitate toward providing myself with a certain amount of structure. (To be clear I have always been a submissive, but I did not always have the words to identify as such.)
Creating structure for yourself in the absence of a Dom comes down to self care. You want to create routines for yourself that enforce predictability and healthy habits.
Some examples of things you might consider establishing as ‘rules’:
Going to bed by no less than 7 hours before you have to wake. Being out of bed by a set time, even when you have nowhere to be. (say 10am?) Regular exercise several times a week. Reading a certain amount of pages per week. Getting a vegetable with every meal. Keep regular contact with friends and family members. (perhaps 1 call per week to 2-3 people) Do all the dishes before bed each day. Keep a chore list of things that need to be done each day, week, and month.
One you’ve decided the things you will be focusing on you may find it helpful to establish rewards for yourself. Some people, (like myself) who are organized by nature, may find reward just in having the routine, but for others there has to be incentive to motivate them.
You might consider taking out some money from the bank in one dollar bills, and placing a dollar in a jar each time you successfully follow one of your own rules. At the end of each week or month you can use that money to buy yourself something special. If this doesn’t seem like something you’d abide by, money is tight, or you generally just buy what you want anyway, then you might consider orgasm control instead. Put yourself on denial, and give yourself a point for each task completed. When you manage to reach a set number of points you allow yourself an orgasm.
There are a lot of reward systems out there but the basics of giving yourself structure are in creating beneficial routines, and motivations for doing them. It doesn’t have to be formal charts if that seems like drudgery to you.
You can reward yourself within the system. It can be as simple as when you get to bed on time all week you allow yourself to sleep in on weekends.Or making yourself wait to have any snacks/treats for the day until your work/chores are done. There are endless possibilities really, what matters is that you feel motivated to continue taking proper care of yourself.
Excellent, I’m always getting questions about this.
concept:
mockingly imitating the desperate whines of your sub and every “please” or them using your title in a very needy, broken voice to humiliate them and then satisfy yourself by watching them get even wetter/harder
This.
Hush now pretty, those restraints aren’t loose enough for you to wriggle out of. The more you squirm, the tighter that rope between your legs gets, the deeper that lovely thick anal hook goes. Pout and whine all you like, you’re not going anywhere.
Look, see how quickly I can turn those whines into soft little whimpers. All with the touch of this feather between your legs. Ever so gentle, tiny little strokes up, and down.
Up.
And down.
I don’t know why you’re struggling so much, I promised I would be gentle with you pretty. And I am. Oh so very gentle. Sending little electric thrills up your spine with just a whisper of touch.
You want me to be less gentle with you?
Beg.
Soaked
Soaked.
She has spent the day in a state of constant arousal, unable to escape the continuing taunts of the tiny thing, mimicking his fingers, playing with her clit, relentlessly, endlessly, tantalizingly.
He asked how she felt and she said it was driving her crazy.
“Do you want to remove it?” he asked.
She quickly declined, knowing that even though it was torturous, it was a connection she couldn’t lose, wouldn’t give up.
“Good,” he laughed, “I wouldn’t have let you remove it anyway”
She is both relieved and aroused at the thought. He is and has been in control the entire time.
And she remains soaked, just the way he likes her.
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