An Asexual's Exploration into the Outskirts of Sex

Hey :) I'm a 23 year old grad student, and I needed some sort of outlet to try to explore some things I've been really interested in lately, I figured this was as good as anything, haha. I'm really into erotic hypnosis and sensual submission. I mean, conceptially, I've never done anything irl, and I really don't know how far I would want to go... let alone if I could ever find someone interested, haha.

[art-of-domination-deactivated20]

Spankings

“I want make sure you don’t move while I give you your spanking, little girl.”

“Fuckk, ohhh fuckkk, thank you, Sir.”

“Should I push my finger a little deeper in that ass of yours?”

“OHHH FUCKKK, FUCKKK, GODDDD, SIR.”

“Hmmm, my thumb is free.  I wonder where I could rest it.”

“OHHH GODDDD, OH FUCKKK, FUCKKK, SIR, PLEASE, SIR OH GODDDD”

“I know, little girl, that clit gets so sensitive.  It just reacts so nicely to just the delicate flick of my thumb doesn’t it?”

“SIR, PLEASE, SIR.  OH FUCKKK, MY BODY, SIR, I’M GOING CRAZY, SIR.”

“Oh, you best be prepared for a lot more.  I’m just getting started with this ass.  And this pussy.  These two holes have a lot in store for them.  Let me push this finger deeper inside.”

“OHHHH FUCKKK FUCKKKKK FUCKKKK, PLEASE, SIR.”

[femsubdenial]

Idea: Tease Toy Training app

He handed her phone back and said, simply, “Use the app as your morning alarm and answer the questions truthfully.”

The app simply said “Welcome! What time do you need to get up tomorrow in order to be ready for the day on time?”

Curious, she answered, and it responded with “Great! I’ll wake you up 10 minutes early and ask you some questions. The more questions you answer in those 10 minutes, the more rewarding this app will become. See you then!”

“…uhhh… is this supposed to be sexy or something?”

“Not telling,” he smirked. “Let it be a surprise, but anything happens that you’re not okay with, truthfully say that, too. It adjusts, and I’ll be able to see how you’re doing.”

“uh, okay” she shrugged.

“Good toy!” he winked, then hugged her, kissed her, and soon she was writhing on his fingers, begging to cum, before he shoved her onto her back and fucked her roughly before leaving that night. Sometimes they spent the night together but on work days… especially Monday mornings… it didn’t work well for either of them.

___

The next morning, she opened her eyes to the sound of his voice repeating “Wake up, toy, it’s 6:05 AM”

She smiled, found her phone, turned off the alarm, and the app presented questions with a 10 minute timer, counting down…

Check all that apply: “Instead of my usual alarm sound, waking up to my partnet’s voice was…”

True/False: My partner instructed me to use this app.

True/False: I know what a safeword is.

True/False: My partner wants me to safeword if instructed to do or answer something that is outside of my boundaries.

My bank account number is… (Warning: Do not actually enter this! Click the dots in the upper-right corner of your screen and select either “safeword” or “decline to answer” to proceed.)

True/False: I am not allowed orgasms without permission from my partner.

My last orgasm happened, approximately, at…

True/False: I enjoy being sexually submissive.

True/False: It would turn me on if my partner became more in tune with my sexual preferences, kinks, and fantasies through my use of this app.

True/False: I promise to not not lie to my partner via this app.

True/False: If my partner confidentially asked me a sexually embarrassing question, I would be aroused if we had a relationship dynamic where I’d be punished for refusing to answer truthfully.

Check all that apply: I believe my partner would define a good tease toy as…

Check all that apply: I define a good tease toy as…

True/False: I would like to be a good tease toy for my partner.

True/False: I would like it if my partner gave me daily assignments.

Until my partner or I change it, I would like “my partner” to instead be called…

… she left it as “my partner” for now. She wasn’t quite truthfully able to call him her master or dom until they talked more, but the title of “boyfriend” felt… inadequately vanilla… when she was feeling aroused and subby this morning.

True/False: It would be okay if this app prompted me with the opportunity to answer more questions throughout the day.

…

Last question this morning! Check all that apply: While reading these questions, I…

She gawked at the last question… The choices included “fantasized”, “laughed”, “was annoyed”, “became aroused”, “caressed my breasts”, “rubbed my clit”, “edged”, “had an orgasm”

Squirming and blushing, she truthfully answered. The app rewarded her with 10 out of 10 “Good Tease Toy” gold stars, then told her “Get up. You’ll be asked if you were ready on time this morning.”, with a silly emoji of a fake-stern expression turning into a laugh.

Smiling, she forced herself to get out of bed and get ready for her day. She was almost late to work because she spent too long fantasizing while in the shower, but she was there on time.

Less than an hour later, she received a text from him: “Good girl! Thanks for being truthful! As a reward, I’ve modified your settings so that you can request masturbation instructions after 8PM tonight. No touching until then, though!”

However, that didn’t stop her from teasing herself silly by answering more and more questions throughout the day, imagining him reading her answers and using them for his entertainment, and hers.

One question read

Select the one you like most

and gave her a choice of three GIFs of spirals, causing an avalanche of fantasies about what this app might be capable of, but then refused to give her any more questions for another hour, leaving her to wonder.

Searching through the settings, she found a menu choice to see previous answers, only to see his name listed as the only person allowed to view them!

When it finally chimed that it had more questions for her, she immediately opened the app.

Check all that apply: When I tried to see my past answers only to find out that my partner can see them but I can’t, it felt…

Suddenly, she blushed. There were several humiliating answers listed that were true. She forced herself to be truthful even though it tugged at her clit to click “next”, but things were made worse with the next questions:

True/False: It turns me on to imagine my partner’s reaction when he sees my previous answer.

True/False: I am aroused at the thought of my partner finding my answers entertaining.

She called him, and when he said hello she complained “oh my god this app is eeeeeeevil!” then immediately regretted it when he laughed and asked her why. To her relief, he seemed to let it go when she stammered and refused to answer.

Later that afternoon, because she couldn’t get the app off her mind, she asked for more questions and it just made her more squirmy.

Check all that apply: I agreed to answer questions truthfully, but when asked why this app was “evil” I tried not to answer. A fitting punishment would be…

That fucking bastard!

So, at least some of the questions can be customized. Her toes clenched as she rebelliously clicked the first choice of “nothing, I shouldn’t be punished” but couldn’t honestly submit her answer that way. She stared at the question, and finally changed it to answer honestly, but also included that first answer, dammit, because if he decided on that answer, she would accept that, too!

Submitting that answer was a sinking feeling in her gut that somehow fed the ache between her legs. She didn’t have much time to think about it, though, because the three questions that followed were very distracting…

True/False: My partner has changed the app configuration change to disallow the option of not answering a question. From now on, when this app or my partner asks a sexual question, I will answer truthfully no matter how humiliating (or safeword if appropriate). I agree consent to this rule.

“Wait….” she thought, fuming, “does that mean I could have gotten away with ’nothing, I shouldn’t be punished’?!? That was a trick question!!” but it was too late.

She thought through this question. Examining how aroused she was, how that “decline to answer” option had been a tempting pebble in her shoe every time a humiliating question came up, she knew what the truthful answer was. Clicking “True”, she immediately felt calmer, like when he had tied her up and she had felt freed by it.

True/False: I am excited to get my masturbation instructions tonight and finally, hopefully, be allowed to touch.

My partner selected a percentage chance that tonight’s masturbation instructions will grant permission to cum tonight vs tell me no. If were to tell me what he chose as the percentage chance I’ll be allowed to cum tonight, the percentage that would turn me on the most would be…

She wanted to call him again and curse at him, but she knew he’d ask questions… questions that would have her blushing and dripping as she was forced to answer them.

The screen patiently waited for her answer.

[dot-robot]

I have a super exciting DIY project for you, the Panty Bump!

Find a travel-sized toiletry bottle. There are many options at the pharmacy, but you may already have one hiding in your bathroom. Ideally, pick one that is rounded and smooth.

Remove the top of the bottle. A knife should work, but you may need a saw if the bottle is thick.

Either cut any rough edges back, or sand everything smooth with sandpaper or a file.

Find an old pair of panties that you don’t mind stretching out.

Figure out where you clit lines up with the panties. If that’s within the gusset area, you’ll need to remove the gusset from at least that section.

Screw the cap into the panties with the cap on the inside and the threads on the outside.

Enjoy!

I’ve had a denial friend try this out. She’s able to wear it for hours. She says:

It presses against my clit when I walk or sit and I’m trying to push up against it.. It keeps me stimulated and aware. It’s almost like a constant soft edge :)

[female-orgasm-denial]

What a very innovative idea, love this! The photos don’t make it very clear so for those of you who don’t read instructions (yeah yeah, I know who you are) the point is the inner part of the cap goes on the OTHER side of the panties, locking it in place.

This will work best with caps like the Listerine one which have a gap between the threads as they probably have a locking mechanism (two little triangles that lock onto bumps in the neck), which you might want to cut off before screwing it on too.

Try it out and see how you get on! 

Good work @dot-robot 

[sleepylittledomme]

Mood: Playful wrestling with your sub that turns into you pinning them down face first and fingering them while they whimper and squirm in pleasure.

[intimxtelaughs-deactivated20220]

ooof.

[wet-and-weak-deactivated2017013]

I gazed up at the succubus, my eyes begging for mercy that wouldn’t come.   I’d been desperate, and looking for a good way to kill some time. So, I’d looked up a ritual to summon a succubus online. Best case scenario, I would get to fuck a sex demon. At worst, and the far more realistic option, I would goof off with ‘magic’ for a while. I’d drawn a circle with magic symbols with chalk in my basement. I’d lit candles. I’d let a drop of blood fall in the middle of the circle. That’s where I expected it to end.

I did not expect a towering dominatrix with blood-red skin and devil horns to suddenly appear before me. But she did. I retreated backwards in fear, and fell on my ass. “What’s your name?” she purred.

I instinctively answered with a weak “Kat.”

“Oh ho?” The succubus looked me up and down, taking in every detail of my person. “You don’t look much like a cat.” She snapped her fingers, and what appeared to be a latex cat suit appeared beside her. “This parasite from hell will make you more recognizable, my kitten.”

I turned to run, and felt the suit tackle me. I struggled against it, but it quickly ripped all of my clothes off of me.

I shrieked as I felt the worms rubbing on my skin. I looked down and realized that the cat suit was not latex. That was merely an outer layer, a shell, and the inside seemed to be composed purely of worms. I would have torn it off, but the sleeves closed around my arms, trapping my hands with my shoulders. I began to pant as the front of the suit closed up, and the worms began to play with my nipples. I wanted to scream, but all I could do was moan. I rocked backwards, and almost jumped out of my skin as I saw my legs get wrapped up in the material. Then, a strap attached to my thighs wrapped around and trapped my ankles. If I wanted to escape, I would have to do it on my elbows and knees.

But any thoughts of escape vanished as the worms began to play with my cunt.

They tickled and wriggled and got into all of the places that made me squeal. 

I didn’t notice the tiny bow on the back, but I did notice the cock-headed tail when it began thrusting vigorously. 

My most sensitive parts were all being played with, but every inch of my body was being pleasured. I was gasping raggedly within seconds, already on the precipice of orgasm.

Then the succubus called it to a halt.

I looked over at her in disappointment, desperate to jump over the edge. “Please. Please.”

She looked at me without pity. “What are you?”

“Your cat.”

She wasn’t satisfied with my answer. I crawled towards her on elbows and knees. “Please. I’ll be your kitten. I’ll go back to hell with you. Please!”

I saw a flicker of emotion in her eyes, but it was gone before I could identify it. “Do cats speak?”

I meowed for her.

The smell of sulfur and the heat from a furnace replaced the musty scent of my basement.

I didn’t have long to think about this, as my body was soon overwhelmed with waves of pleasure. The parasite knew what I wanted, and would give it to me for the rest of eternity.

[spankingtheatre]

Overboard

When I told you my story, I never explained how we played our wonderful Overboard game.

There happens to be a large old oak bench near the back of the Cold Castle Academy chapel. So when we girls decide Overboard is to be our pastime of the evening, we sneak out of our dorm, and scurry off to the chapel. We close the door behind us. barring it, we do not intend to be disturbed.

Fate decides who will sit, and who will stand. We pass two dice amongst ourselves, each takes turns to roll, the two little ivory cubes tumbling and skittering across the flagstone floor, their black spots glinting in the candlelight.

Whispers. Sweaty palms. Thudding hearts. The bench seats five, but only four will be seated - assigned to those who roll the four lowest scores. The suspense builds as we learn our roles. Those rolling the four highest scores will be their partners.

If its sitters were to take their seats in the regular way, the long wooden bench could comfortably accommodate six. But when playing Overboard, those chosen do not sit on the flat plank of the bench, but on four of the five elegantly carved curved dividers that separate it into seats. By convention, the central divider is left unoccupied.

As befits this ceremonial space, our game proceeds ritualistically, adding to the excitement of it all. Those who have been chosen to sit must remove their undergarments, before being led by the hand by their assigned partner to the bench.

Each sitter then steps up and onto the bench, straddling the divider, and then bending at the knees to sit down, until her thighs lie either side of it.

The curve is perfectly carved for the female anatomy, a short flat section enough to take the sitter’s weight, which rests against her perineum. Whilst the curve ascends upwards behind her, running between her buttocks. And in front of her mound, is a gently curving rise, circular in section, perfectly shaped to part her lips and press against her mound. It won’t be long until she feels the thin wood intruding between her slit. 

Once seated, the sitter’s nightgown will be lifted, and a quick inspection performed by her partner to ensure she’s properly positioned on the divider’s edge. Then her nightgown is allowed to fall, concealing, for now, her wet swollen lips.

Now the next sitter takes her place, until all four are seated with the wood comfortably between their cheeks, pressing just where it should. It is nothing orgasmic but the sensation is pleasant.

The sitters are then directed to reach behind their shoulders to grasp the backboard through adjacent triangular gaps. Once their hands pass through the gaps in the frame, they are tied up with their own discarded panties. This is achieved by passing their wrists through one leg-hole of their underwear, then passing the other half of the garment between the wrists twice, and then passing both hands through the other leg-hole. This will keep each girl in position and helpless, completely at the mercy of her partner’s devious mind.

Soon, each sitter is perching on their division, their bare toes dangling just above the cold stone floor, so their own weight presses their slits onto the protrusion they straddle. Yet they can not relieve the pressure by planting their feet on the floor, should even just a toe make contact, the sitter will forfeit the game immediately.

Only when all four girls are tied up, does our game begin in earnest.

Their four partners take it in turns to play, the one with the highest score commences, facing the girl who rolled the lowest. Each partner has 3 minutes, measured by the sands of a procured kitchen egg-timer, to tempt and titillate her seated companion. She might tell a short wicked story, or stroke her sitter’s naked flesh (but not her slit), or perform an erotic act on herself. Whatever she can do to arouse the seated girl most.

Now, after all these nights of mischief, we’ve come to know our bed-sisters so intimately. We know what turns each other on, what their fantasies are, how to get our friends the most excited.

But when the sands of time have run out, the partner’s little performance must end. Her last act is to ceremoniously lift her sitter’s nighty, revealing just how excited she’s managed to make her.

Why? Well, this is why we call the game Overboard. Quite literally. If the sitter drips her juices down the dividing board that parts her cunny and onto the bench below, her partner wins. And the sitter must pay a forfeit to the one who made her drip. If not, she stays in the game for another round.

Once the first partner’s time is up, it is the turn of the one beside her. We continue until all four partners have teased their sitters. Then we play a second 3-minute round for any yet to drip. If a sitter survives two rounds of teasing, she is untied and released.

But for those who do drip overboard, a forfeit must be paid.

Some forfeits are paid immediately, whilst the loser is still tied to the bench.

Recently, a losing girl was tickled mercilessly, with her wrists still bound above her head, she was powerless to resist her partner’s devilish roving fingers. Some of the other girls had to hold her ankles to restrain her frantic kicking. She was tickled so hard that she lost control of her bladder, warm pee spurting from between her legs, soaking her nighty and splattering against the divider in front of her, and splashing both her tickling assailant and those who were holding her legs.

How we all laughed! Such japes!

Public spankings are popular too, the sitter having her wrists untied so she can be bent over across the bench. Legs apart of course, we always like to see how wet the losing girls become, and to see the little pink stripe the divider leaves against her swollen slit.

A very devious choice to position a loser atop the thigh of a poor contestant who must try even harder not to let herself drip, as she watches a girl having her bottom smacked pink just beneath her nose. Their combined weight only increasing the pressure of the divider against her own slit.

Sometimes forfeits are deferred until the next day, or later in the week. One received a very loud bottom smacking across the banister of the grand staircase drawing the rapt attention of several other dormitories.

Another popular forfeit site is the elliptic knob at the corner where two banisters meet on the 2nd floor landing of the eastern staircase. Many have been sent there without their underwear, to hoist themselves onto the banister rail, and then up again atop the knob.

And there they must sit, sinking further onto the phallic knob, until they are completed penetrated, earnestly hoping that a member of staff won’t walk past, and demand they get off the stair rail this very minute. To dismount with a squelch, and have their lewd secret discovered would be beyond humiliating.

If the girl has a bush, it has been known for the forfeit to require her to shave her mound and slit bare, then spend the following day without panties. The winner would, of course, relish her right to lift the loser’s skirt at regular intervals throughout the day, to inspect the effect of cool air on freshly sensitised skin.

Another had to bend over and submerge her head in a bathroom basin filled with water, whilst her partner lifted her skirt, lowered her panties. She then had to hold her breath as the winner licked and suckled her slit, as her lungs screamed even more desperately for air. Until she erupted from beneath the water, gasping. Before having her head dunked beneath again.

Another had her bottom hole used as a candle holder, and spent an evening bent over by the victor’s desk, illuminating her pages as she did her homework, as hot wax dripped and congealed between her cheeks.

A particularly memorable recent invention has come to be known as the Aladdin Forfeit. The winner granted herself 3 Wishes, the one who lost became her lamp. On the winner’s command, her lamp had to rub her clit until she came, no matter where she was when the wish was made. How we giggled when the wish was delivered to the lamp as a folded up note, and she had to secretly masturbate to a muffled climax whilst teacher’s back was turned to the class.

Our game is full of unknowns. On some nights, no one breaks and there are disappointed sighs as the four are untied and dismount, and we all return to our dormitory aching and unsatisfied.

Yet on other evenings, all four might fold, each dribbling a sticky slick onto the seat below. It grows harder to resist in each successive game, knowing the exciting possibilities of winning - and the shameful privations of losing.

Who knows what your bed-sisters devious minds will imagine.

And who knows if you’ll be sitting on the edge tonight…

[jenshraders-deactivated20190319]

“People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them and their response is “you’re safe with me” –that’s intimacy.”

— The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo: A novel by Taylor Jenkins Reid

[shut-up-zack-deactivated2021010]

I know it tickles

You look like you’re about to explode. Just let it out, I’m gonna tickle it out of you eventually!

Awwww, now you can’t stop laughing can you? You can’t do a thing, can you? What’s the matter? Does that tickle too much? You’re turning so red! Isn’t it embarrassing being tickled like this? Oh my god, did you just snort?? You’re so ticklish! Look at you, you can’t even stand it!

Tickle tickle tickle!

[ticklemistress]

A story my r/l brother wrote years ago.

Breaking Down The Spy By Sadistickler I was in kind of a foul mood on this hot august day. My name is Jake Maxwell. I’m an interrogator for the CIA. I was in my office doing endless amounts of paperwork. Report after report. It never ends. Then there was a knock at my door and Jeff Asher walks in and says,” We got a live one for you Boss. She was brought in an hour ago and she has knowledge of the “Gideon Operation”. You said, if ever we find someone with anything about that to let you know.” “Take her to interrogation room 3 and tie her to a chair with her arms above her head chained to the ceiling. Strip her of her blouse as well.” I said casually. ”Ok Boss.” Said Jeff and walked out the door closing it behind him. I finished one more report and stretched in my chair, and crossed my legs at the ankle, putting my arms behind my head and contemplated the ceiling for another 10 or 15 minutes and then got up and walked to the door. I walked down several corridors, down 3 flights of steps and then down a long dimly lit hallway to interrogation room 3. I stood outside the door and listened for a few moments. I heard voices talking excitedly from within the room. I heard two males, Jeff and another operative, Alexander Scudder. And then I heard a female voice, heavily accented yelling back at them. I listened for a while, and determined the woman was Middle Eastern. Israeli, maybe? I opened the door and walked into the dimly lit room with the single bulb hanging down from the ceiling, closing it loudly behind me .I looked at the woman tied to the chair. I was right. Definitely Mediterranean. Long, raven black hair, very tan, smooth looking skin, an ample bosom, tight stomach, toned arms and legs, she was a real beauty. She sat there in the chair wearing a short, black leather skirt, and black calfskin high-heeled boots. Her bra was black silk, almost see through. I watched her eyes. They were defiant, and determined. “ Mr. Maxwell, She won’t tell us anything. We found out she was trained as Mossad, but they claim they’ve never heard of her.” Said Jeff. A typical political bluff to keep us off guard. The Israelis would sacrifice a pawn to stay in the game. I circled her slowly, watching her as I walked about the room. I told everyone to leave except for Jeff and one guard. “ What is your name?” I asked. Jeff started to tell me her name was Hanna Zemeck, But I stopped him with a wave of my hand and a shake of my head. I repeated the question in a soft but determined voice. ”What is your name?” “Hanna. Hanna Zemeck. Now untie me and release me! Under the Geneva code, this is an improper interrogation. You have no evidence that I’ve done anything wrong. Release me this instant!” She demanded. “My dear, the Geneva code is only legal during wartime. Right now we are not at war. What do you know about the Gideon Operation?” I questioned. “I’ve never heard of it. I don’t know anything your talking about, and I demand you release me. I will not answer any more of your questions.” She said defiantly. I continued pacing in front of her slowly, watching her. I noticed her twitch slightly in her cheeks, and she stared straight ahead, as if zoning out. Willing her mind to be somewhere else completely. After about 10 minutes of this silence and behavior, I knew I would have to resort to subtle methods of torture with this woman. She was considered a dissident when captured. So I couldn’t use the standard methods of torture like, beating, or needles under her fingernails, or pliers mashing her toes. I can’t leave marks. Hmmm, boiling hot water up her rectum? No, to much pain. She’d pass out. Slow roast her nipples with a lighter? No, leaves marks. Drill into her teeth without anesthesia? No. Pull her pubic hair out slowly, one at a time? No. Takes to long. Hmmm. What to do. AHA! I thought to myself, I have the perfect way to break her. And it will be slow, and very excruciating. I’m going to enjoy this I thought to myself with a slight smirk. I finally spoke up. “ Well then, Have it your way. If we must resort to more drastic ways, then, so be it. You brought it on yourself. Jeff? Bring me in another chair, and some more rope. Oh, and a shoelace.” Jeff looked at me funny, and said, “Ok, Boss.” And left the room. I continued watching her face. I noticed she very briefly glanced up at me when I told Jeff what to get. But it was very subtle. Someone not trained might have completely missed it. I also noticed her armpits were starting to perspire slightly, despite the air-conditioned room. I removed my sport coat, and took off my tie and carefully folded them neatly and placed them on the floor by the door. I turned around and just kept staring at Hanna. Neither one of us showed any emotion whatsoever. Jeff returned shortly with the items I requested. “ Remove her boots, one at a time. And be sure she doesn’t kick you.” The guard and Jeff untied her left leg from the chair and the guard held her leg firmly while Jeff unzipped the boot. He then slowly tugged at the heel until the boot came off in his hands. Then they did the same to the other leg. She put her feet down firmly on the concrete floor and looked up at me with just the slightest hint of wonder. I told them to tie her ankles together. As they finished, I kicked out swiftly and with force at the chair Jeff brought in. My foot broke out the center two wooden slats in the chair. Jeff, the guard, and even Hanna herself startled. I pushed the chair over in front of Hanna, with the back of the chair facing her. I lifted her legs swiftly off the ground and shoved them in between the broken slats, and shoved the chair all the way up to touch the chair she was sitting in. I took the other rope and started tying her ankles tightly to the front rungs of the broken chair. When I was finished, I stood up and told Jeff and the guard to leave me and not to disturb me under any circumstances. They both left, and I securely locked the door behind them. Turning around I looked deeply into Hanna’s eyes. I could see a slight hint of fear and trepidation. Obviously being trained, Mossad, she’s been through torture before, but it still makes one a little fearful. The fear of the unknown can sometimes be as bad as the torture itself. I walked around her slowly; I looked down at her bare feet, tied in the chair. She had beautiful pampered feet. Buttery soft looking soles, symmetrical toes, painted toenails a brownish red. The tops of her feet were tan like the rest of her, while her soles were pale. I stood behind her for a long time, quietly. I could tell by her breathing that it was intimidating her. After about 10 minutes, I slowly raised my hands up and very lightly grazed the inside of her biceps, running a finger down them slowly. She twitched and shuddered as if surprised. I kept contact with my fingers, slowly gliding them down towards her armpits. She wiggled slightly as if adjusting herself in the chair. I stopped only centimeters from her bare armpits and walked around in front of her. She looked up at me with defiance again. But her eyes, the windows to the soul gave her away. I saw fear in her eyes. She masked it well, but I still saw it. I straddled her thighs and hips sitting down on them gently, bringing myself face to face with Hanna. I stared intently into her eyes and asked ”Hanna, are you TICKLISH?” She tightened her lips and looked away from me quickly. I had the answer I needed. “Now before I begin, I’ll ask you again. What do you know about the Gideon Operation?” I asked. Silence. She looked to her left at the wall. “Ok then.” I said. I reached up slowly with both hands and gently started scratching in her armpits. She started biting her lip and I could feel her arms tighten. I could hear the chains from the ceiling swaying gently. I scratched very lightly, barely grazing the skin. A subtle technique, but I’ve found it quite effective. The longer I did this, the more she squirmed and wiggled. I studied her face intently. At first was defiance, determination, and control. But now, as the veins on her neck and forehead throbbed, I could see her slowly losing that self-control. She closed her eyes tightly and tossed her head back and forth slowly. I stopped tickling her armpits. I climbed off of her and walked behind her. I quickly reached out and goosed her in the ribs on both sides with my fingers. She squeaked and held her breath. I did it again and she flinched but made no noise. I dug into her ribs hard with both hands and she wiggled helplessly but still didn’t make any noise. I stopped and walked around in front of her again. And stared at her face. “ The sooner you give me the information I want about the Gideon Operation, the sooner we can stop this little game. “ I said. “I’ll tell you NOTHING!“ She spit at me. She looked me straight in the eye with that open act of pure defiance. I could see the hatred for me emanating from her. I kneeled down by her legs and started claw pinching just above her kneecaps viciously. She cried out and shook, trying to hold it in. I kept it up, claw pinching up and down both legs. She was fighting hard to not breakdown, shaking and wiggling, but she kept biting her lip and tossing her head back and forth. I stopped and decided of the best approach to break her down. I walked to the door and unlocked it and left. Out in the hallway I called Jeff on my cell and told him to gather a few items and meet me at the interrogation room. After about 15 minutes, Jeff met me with a large box and two of our guard dogs on leashes. I told him to tie the dogs up, and leave. I entered the room again, alone, carrying the box. I set it down on the floor in front of her feet. I looked up at her with indifference on my face. She was still glaring with determination and hatred. Good, I thought It makes this part of my job that much more enjoyable. There’s nothing more satisfying to me than breaking down a female prisoner in the worst possible way. The humiliation, and total loss of control of your situation. These agents always thrive on their own ability to maintain control under any and all circumstances. Take that away, and they’re putty in your hands. You can almost make them do anything you desire once they’re broken down completely. I reached into the box and pulled out a long, stiff black feather. Twirling it in my fingers, I looked into Hanna’s face and smiled as I saw a hint of fear cross it. I slowly reached the feather up to her feet, securely tied there, and started slowly dragging the tip up and down her soles. First the right one, then the left. Her toes twitched and her feet wiggled slightly, but still Hanna showed no signs of breaking. I continued the feather treatment, varying my techniques. Twirl it in the arch; slide it under the toes, then sliding it back and forth between the toes. There! That got a reaction! Between her toes. She opened her mouth with a big grin and silently laughed. Not a big laugh, but I knew then that it was a matter of minutes when the floodgates of laughter would open and she would begin the first part of being totally broken. I reached into the box and brought out a second stiff feather. I dragged both of them between each and every one of her toes. She started to giggle slightly and I continued. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, holding it, and shook her head back and forth quickly, trying to shake off the sensations. I set the feathers down and started lightly tickling her soft soles with my fingers. That did it. She started laughing for real. I scratched up and down her lovely soles in earnest now. She started laughing wildly and I assume cussing me in her native tongue. I kept up the tickle torture of her feet for about 10 minutes, and then stopped. “Now, are you going to talk?” I asked her. She was gasping for breath and said NO! Then she started cussing me again. “Ok, have it your way. I grabbed a dinner fork from the box and started gliding it up and down her silky soles vigorously. She started laughing hysterically and screaming. She yanked and jerked on her bonds, trying to break free, but she was tied to tightly. Her toes scrunched up and she tried hard to cover one foot with the other as she shrieked in laughter. I soon stopped again and asked her the question one more time. “Ready to tell me about Gideon?” “NO! I won’t say ANYTHING! So just give it up!” She said defiantly again. I took the shoe string and quickly tied her big toes together, and with the loose end, pulled her toes back, arching her soles at a seriously taut angle and tied the end to one of the slats in the chair. Now she couldn’t scrunch her toes, or even flex her feet in any fashion. Nor could she cover one foot with the other. I looked up into her face as I finished, and smiled. She looked at her tied toes, and then at me with fear etched on her face. I reached into the box and pulled out a weird looking folding stand and set it up in front of her feet. Then I pulled out an extension cord and plugged it into the wall outlet by the door. I uncoiled the rest of it and left the other end on the floor by the stand. Then I pulled out a blow dryer for hair, and plugged it in. Setting it carefully on the stand, pointed towards her feet, I opened a jar and flipped out a gob of creamy substance. I started smearing it all over her feet, coating every inch of her soles and toes being careful to get an even coat. I made sure to get plenty between each of her toes as well. After adjusting the hair dryer at the right distance from Hanna’s bare, sensitive, vulnerable feet, then adjusted it to a low setting, I turned it on and walked out the door. I walked into the room next door. I watched several monitors along one wall broadcasting from several hidden cameras and mics in Hanna’s interrogation room. After several minutes, I saw Hanna start to squirm. Soon she started shaking her head back and forth. Then she started to squeal, and scream. I turned up the sound. “OOOH!! STOP IT!! IT ITCHES! AND BURNS! IT’S TOOO HOT!!! OOOOHHH!!! PLEASE!!! IT ITCHES!!! OOOH! OOOH! OOOH! PLEEEEASE!!! TURN IT OFF!!!” She screeched in utter torment. What was go9ing on was her feet were being slow roasted by the hair dryer. The gel I used on her feet was a mixture of lotion, a thin petroleum base and a generous portion of an industrial strength itching powder. The powder was heat and moisture activated. So, the hotter it got, the more it itched. Right now Hanna was in sheer agony from the torture of the heat and itching. “ OOOH MY GOOOOD!! STOOOOP IT!! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE!! STOOOOP IT!! TURN IT OFF, TURN IT OFF, TURNIT OFFFF!!! SCRATCH MY FEET!!! PLEEEEASE!!!” She shrieked in agonizing panic. I watched as she struggled, pulling with her arms and legs, throwing her body around as much as she could in her restraints. After another 10 minutes of this treatment, I noticed her soles were turned a bright red and slick looking. I flipped a switch, cutting the power to the outlet and the hair dryer went off. I continued watching as she sat there, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breathe from the torment. A few minutes later, she started squirming again as she realized the itching had intensified. Not really, but since the stimulus of the intense heat had stopped, her mind was concentrating on only the incessant itching. If you’ve ever had a big itch that you couldn’t reach, you understand how she was feeling. Only this form of itching was very intense. The powder I used wasn’t the kind found in prank and joke stores. This was the real thing. Made from ingredients that guaranteed intense displeasure. I watched her for another 15 minutes as she shrieked both in her native tongue as well as English at the agony her feet were going through. I finally decided to re-enter the interrogation room. As soon as I did, she lit into me with a tormented panic. “ OHHH! STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!!! STOP THE ITCHING! IT’S TOO MUCH! OOOH!!! OOOOOOH!! PLEEEEASE! SCRATCH MY FEET! SCRATCH MY FEEEEET!!! I BEG YOU!!!! SCRATCH MY FEEET!!!” Hanna screamed in sheer, tormented agony. I sat down in the chair facing her feet and slowly started scratching up and down her soles. She began screaming in laughter again. “NOOO!!! AHAHAHAHAHA! NOT THAT!! IT TICKLES!!! ITS NOAAAHAHAHAT HELPIIIING!!! HAHAHAH STOP!!! STOP!!! NOOO AHHEEEEEEEHEHE!!!” She squealed. I continued scratching her soles, faster and digging my nails in slightly. “OOOH GOOOOD NOOOO!!! IT TICKLES TOOO MUCH!!! OOOH!!! AHAHAHAHA NO MORE!!! NO MORE!!! NO MORE!!! PLEEEASE! STOOOOP!!!” She screamed in agony from the torture on her feet. I finally stopped and looked at her. She stopped laughing and just squealed in frustration from the itching. As she continued begging for me to stop the itching, I asked her about the Gideon operation again. She didn’t respond. So I left again. Leaving her in her agonizing state from the nonstop itching of her bare feet. I walked upstairs and got some fresh coffee, went to my office and did some paperwork for about an hour and then returned down to the interrogation room. Hanna was a mess. She had been crying profusely from the torture and her mascara was streaked all over her face. She looked truly pitiful. I sat down in the chair, and picked up a spray bottle of liquid and started squirting it all over her bare feet. I saw her face relax from the contorted expression as she sighed with relief. The spray was an anti-agent. Neutralizing the itching powder. I toweled off her now wet feet. Then I turned on the hair dryer for a few minutes again. “WHAT are you DOING!? Not the heat AGAIN!!! NOOOO!!” She started screaming. I picked up a thin slat of wood, similar to a ruler and started slapping the soles of her feet hard with it. “OOOOWW!!! STOP IT!!! OOOOWWW NOOO!!! STOP!!! OWWW!!! OOW!!! OWWW! NO MORE! IT HURTS!!! OOOOWWW!” She screamed at me in pain. After about 10 minutes of repeated slaps and the heat, I stopped. “You ready to tell me about the Gideon Operation yet?” I calmly asked her. She looked up at me, and lowered her head and shook it, no. I reached into the box and removed again another jar and slathered on its contents, carefully getting plenty between her toes, and covered her entire foot, front to back, top to bottom, even up her ankles a little. I walked out and got the two tied up Guard dogs and returned with them. Holding their leashes, I let them get the scent. Once they started barking and lunging forward, I took one last look at Hanna’s face as I released the dogs. What I saw was a mixture, of fear, panic, curiosity, and hopelessness. Once the dogs were let go, they immediately ran to Hanna’s bare feet and immediately began to lick her feet and toes with vigor. The sudden licking of her feet started tickling her. She quickly escalated into hysterics as the rough long tongues caressed her entire feet. Up and down the soles, in between the toes, the heels, the tops, and the ankles. Hanna was thrown into the most intense tickle torture she could ever have been exposed too. It was having an effect. Hanna was shaking all over and shrieked so loud in laughter, it became silent as she struggled for breath. I walked out again, and went to the monitoring room and watched. Now I can tell you, watching this form of punishment was definitely a major turn on. Her was a gorgeous woman, tied tightly, and being subjected to the ruthless tickling torture of two Rottweilers tongue tickling her beautiful sensitive, tender feet as she shrieked and laughed in sheer hysterics. I watched with intensity as I slowly rubbed my member through my trousers. This treatment went on for about 25 minutes. Then the dogs started wandering around the room. I walked back into the room and just stood there by the door, arms folded, leaning on the closed door and watched Hanna. She was heaving, and panting, sweating profusely from the ordeal. “Ready to talk?” I asked, simply. I gathered up the dogs and secured them at the other side of the room, as I waited for Hanna to answer. “I can’t. I’m sorry, but I really can’t talk about anything.” Hanna announced with resignation as her head slumped forward towards her heaving chest. I grabbed up the jar, and after carefully slopping on a generous amount of the gel on her bare, vulnerable armpits, I walked over and released the dogs again. Hanna snapped her head up and shook it violently side to side in utter shock and dismay as the dogs quickly approached her helplessly tied armpits. Eying each dog in turn she started to scream before they reached her sensitive armpits with their tongues. “NOOOOO!!! NOOOO!!! NOOO!!! OH GOD!!! NOT THERE!!! PLEASE!!! STOP THEM!!! AAAAHAHAHAHAAA!!! O OH GOD!!! OH GOD!!! OOOHH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!! I CAN’T! AHAHAHAHA TAKE IT!!! NO MORE!!! NO MORE!!!” She screamed in tormented panic. I quickly took a seat at her feet and donned a pair of Isotoner type gloves with fake nails glued to the tips of each finger and started scratching my fingers up and down her now totally tenderized, bare sensitive soles. Scratching up and down, back and forth across the balls of her feet, digging in just under her toes, I varied my techniques quickly and aggressively. “ OOOOHHH NO!!! NOT MY FEET!!! NOT MY FEEEET!!! THE DOGS!! TOO MUCH!!! AHAHAHAHA!!! OH GOD!!! HELP ME!!! CAN’T TAKE AHAHAHAHAIT!!! OOOOH PLEEEEASE!! STAAAAHAHAHAAAP!!! NOOOO!!! MY FEET!!! OH NOOOO!!! AAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! HEEEEHEEEE HEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” She shrieked with all her might. I watched as she struggled, flipping her head around whipping her long black hair all around, shaking trembling, and just contorting her face into hysterical images of absolutely berserk panic. The dogs eagerly licked and slurped at both of her tender armpits lavishing every drop of the gel from this oh so super sensitive area of Hanna’s body, now wracked with sheer tortured panic. I scratched at her soles with renewed vigor, harder and faster with the nails, making poor Hanna’s laughter reach a higher vocal range than ever before, almost to the silent laughter again. Then it came. “ OK!!! OK!!! HAHAHAHAHAA PLEEEEEASE!!! STOOOOP IT!!! STOOOOP IT!!! I’LL TALK!!! I’LL TALK!!! OOOOOOHHHH STOOOOP IT”S AAAAAHAHAHAHA KILLING MEEEEEE!!!! “ Hanna screeched. I stopped tickling her feet and slowly removed the gloves as she looked at me through tear filled squinted eyes, begging me to call the dogs off. I slowly stood up, and walked around behind her and grabbed the collars of both dogs, and issued a German command to cease and pulled them away. The dogs reluctantly obeyed, licking their chins and face eagerly as they were led away and retied to the other end of the room. After a few minutes, Hanna calmed down long enough to talk and I retrieved a recorder from the other room and recorded everything she had to say about the Gideon Operation. All the information would provide very useful. I picked up a large ball gag from the box and a pair of scissors. After strapping the ball gag firmly and tightly into Hanna’s mouth, I flipped up her short skirt, cut her panties off with the scissors and proceeded to dump half the jar of the gel into her crotch. Then walking to her feet, I smeared the rest of the jars contents carefully all over her soles and toes. I gathered up everything, and placed it all back into the box, and just before exiting the room, I unleashed the dogs again and glanced longingly at Hanna. Her eyes told me everything I needed to know. They pleaded with me as she shook her head in denial and panic, the fear. It was always the fear that betrayed her. Now she would pay dearly. If she had confessed earlier, this wouldn’t have been necessary. But its what she gets for pissing me off on a day that I wasn’t happy with anyway. I closed the door and walked next door and turned on the video recorder to catch all the action of Hanna’s final moments. Though they would be many hours, I’m sure it was going to be entertaining watching at home. Already on the monitors I could tell that the dog slurping and licking at her crotch was having a devastating effect.

[prostheticknowledge]

Dildo Generator

Online 3D experiment by Ikaros Kappler which is described as a “Extrusion/Revolution Generator” ….

Created with three.js, you can alter the bezier curves and angle of the form, and is designed with 3D printing in mind (models can be exported and saved, as well as calculated weight in silicone).

Try it out for yourself (if you wish) here

[johnnystompanado-deactivated201]

the time is now

[susaine-mcswiney-deactivated201]

hell yeah

[defibrinationsyndrome]

ah yes, the ol rolling pin dilda

[spiffymuffin]

[caterjunes]

it’s called the purple ramjet

[jolys]

which end do you start with? the answer is yours to decide

[grillmasterxbbq]

shove a vase up your ass

[lord-kitschener]

not even jesus could save yall motherfuckers’ souls

[fan-troll]

i call it the matterhorn

[poultrymancy]

cackling just continues to get louder as I scroll through

[darklightescape]

i think this is the first time an internet community has discovered something customizable and adamantly refused to make penises

[teapotsahoy]

of course this is the post where tumblr is like “Seems sfw to me!”

[furiousfran]

I call this one the Megahorny

Just cram an entire table lamp up there

[begsosweetly]

i’ve always wanted to be edged from like, morning to night. to wake up to you between my legs and hot lazy arousal curling in my gut but as soon as you notice I’m awake you smile and pull away and leave me throbbing and aching with no relief

then in the bathroom you press me against the counter top and finger fuck me til my legs are shaking, my moans and breaking, but pull your fingers out and shove them in my mouth before i can tip over the edge. 

make me eat you out at the breakfast table, horny and desperate and needing to make you come. when you do, pull me up and make me ride your thigh then push me away gently when your leg is slick and my breath is shaking

pin me to the wall in the shower and hold the head right against my clit for three seconds then move it up my chest and down my legs and all over and then again and again until my moans echo off the bathroom tiles. keep it against me until im shaking then turn off the water and towel me down

pick out an outfit for me to wear then rub my clit through it, make me soak my panties, pin me against the wall and make my legs so weak i have to lean all my weight against you and then take your hand away and only when I’ve caught my breath tell me we’re going out

tease me. relentlessly. bite my ear, whisper the dirtiest fucking things to me, hold me by the hips, the waist, tease my neck with your teeth. pull me away to private corners and kiss me hard and fast and overwhelming and leave just as suddenly, make me breathless and dizzy and fucking wet all day

bring me home and wait for me to beg. kiss me slowly and passionately, take your time marking me up and make me squirm, desperate for you. wait until im shaking and pleading, and only then fuck me. fuck me fast and brutal, pinning my arms above me and swallowing my moans. make me shake with the need to come. come against me, moaning, panting, saying my name over and over bring right to the edge and

stop.

make me feel you come, and then leave me hanging. make me go to bed aroused, needy, desperate. promise that if i’m good tomorrow you might let me come.

repeat the next day.

[braxbreaker-deactivated20200307]

Imagine having this kind of relationship

[raceldrone]

MADE OVER BY LOVE

A Mistress Love inspired story by Her toy

It was mid-morning on a Saturday when he walked out of the Sex Shop. A friend had a birthday coming up and he thought about getting a gag gift for his friend. But after perusing through the shop he decided against it.

As he walked back to his SUV he thought back on all the different “toys” he had seen. He was by no means a prude, but he had never experienced anything risque. Thinking about the dildos, ass plugs, anal beads and all the bondage gear the shop had, a little part of him wondered what it might be like to find a Dominant Woman and be Her plaything.

As he got to his SUV, he noticed a flyer under a wiper blade. Removing it he turned it over to read it. “Stressed out, need a break, a chance to RELAX. Well, have I got the place for you. Love’s Oasis, a place to have a day and forget about your troubles. I offer a day to be spoiled and pampered. Get your hair cut, get a shave, have a massage, get a manicure and get a tan. A tranquil atmosphere that will leave you a new person. I cater to both men and women with a unique experience for each person. You have been specially selected for a free day before the Grand Opening in the hope that you will have a wonderful time and tell all your friends. Call the number and book your session today.”

As he thought about it, he decided to call. It had been a long week and he could use a haircut and a massage. Calling the number, he was greeted by a sultry voice. “Hello, Love’s Oasis, how may I help you.” “Yes, I got this flyer for a free day and I was calling to make an appointment.” “Wonderful” the voice said, “I have an opening now if you would like to come over. Can I have your name?” “My name is Pete.” “Lovely, call me Love, everyone does. Come over to 317 Beechwood Dr. I’ll be waiting to give you a day that will make you a new person.”

Arriving at the address, Pete walked up to the door. Just as he got there, the door opened and a stunningly beautiful blonde woman was standing there. “Hello, you must be Pete, I’m Love. Come on in. Since I’m not open yet, you will be the only one here. So just, Relax and enjoy yourself. What did you have in mind for today?” “Thank you Love. I was thinking a shave, haircut and massage would be nice. Lord knows I’m due for a haircut.”

Love told him to take off his jacket and showed him where to hang it. “Oh, by the way, silence your phone and leave it in your jacket. Don’t want to be disturbed while you are RELAXING.” Hanging the jacket up, Pete followed Love to a chair by a sink. “Let’s start with a wash and a cut shall we. Have a seat and lay back.” As he sat down, she put a washing cape around his neck and laid him back into the sink. She then took a warm, moist towel and wrapped it around his face. It smelled of Roses and Lavender. “Now you just breathe in the soothing scent and Relax while I give you a wash before your cut.” As he breathed in the scent from the towel, he felt his muscles loosen up and warm water flowing over his head. Next he felt Love squirt shampoo on his head and her fingers begin to work it through his hair. He felt a tingling on his scalp that seemed to go right to his brain. “Feels nice doesn’t it. Just feeling your thoughts slowing down. So…Peaceful…no need to think right now anyway. Just…RELAX…and let LOVE work Her magic.” He sighed and then breathed even deeper the scent from the towel. The wash seemed to go on forever and for a moment he thought his hair was growing longer, but just then the thought flitted into nothing as She spoke, “So relaxed and…COMPLIANT for Me…let yourself just drift away as I wash out the shampoo, any lingering thoughts just flow down the drain with the bubbles.”

She removed the towel from his face. “Now, let’s get rid of that stubble and make your face nice a smooth.” Love took some shaving cream and spread it all over his face. The cream also smelled of Roses and Lavender. Breathing in, he sank further into the chair. “That’s right My sweet, just…RELAX…and give yourself to Love.” After finishing the shave he heard Her say “ Wake now dear. I believe you said something about a massage.” Opening his eyes, he struggled to focus on Her face. His eyes where glassy so Love took his hand. “Just follow Me sweetie, let Mistress Love take control.”

She led him to a table and told him to strip. Once he was naked, Mistress Love said “I think you’ll enjoy the massage more of I get rid of all this body hair. You want My hands right on your skin, don’t you sweetheart?” All pete could do was nod yes. Taking some earbuds, Mistress Love placed them in his ears. “you just listen to this while I make your body silky smooth.” She guided him onto the table and pushed play on the MP3. As pete closed his eyes he heard Mistress Love’s voice “you belong to Mistress Love. you want to OBEY Mistress Love. you want to PLEASE Mistress Love. No thinking, no will. Mistress Love thinks for you now.” Over and over, Her voice looped in his mind. So deep in trance that he never felt the waxing being done to his body. As She removed the last patches of hair, Mistress Love removed the earbuds from pete. “Now honey, let’s massage that bare skin and make it nice and soft, waxing can be so rough, and I love MY playthings to be silky smooth.”

Mistress Love then grabbed a tube of cream and applied some to his body. The smell of Peach Blossoms filled his nostrils as Mistress Love began to work the cream into his skin. As She rubbed the cream along his now hairless body, pete felt goosebumps rise all over. “you like that feeling don’t you pet. Feeling your skin become soft and silky, so feminine. Loving the feeling of letting your masculinity fall away. I just LOVE a man who lets Me make him feminine and…GIRLY…giving ALL control to ME. you LOVE to give ME control don’t you?” “Yes Mistress Love, control to YOU.” “There we go, all soft and silky for Me. Now let’s go dry that hair sweetie.” Mistress Love led him to a hair dryer. Before sitting him down, Mistress Love put a chastity cage on his cock and clicked the lock. “No need for this right now. Bend over My dear, Mistress Love has another gift for you.” As pete bent over, Mistress Love inserted a jeweled ass plug into him. She then sat him down into the chair and lowered the dryer over his head. There was a visor that covered his eyes and as She flipped the switch the visor displayed a Pink spiral and flashing images. Then he heard Mistress Love’s voice again, “Pink, Sink, no need to think.” As he listened to Mistress Love’s voice, he started to make out the images flashing across the spiral. They were images of men dressed in stockings, heels and corsets being fucked by women with strap-ons. As his brain was flooded with the images and Mistress Love’s voice, She put fake nails on his fingers and painted them Pink.

“Now My pet, let’s give that body a nice bronze tan.” She led him to a tanning bed and put some goggles over his eyes and laid him down on the bed. She attached a cable to the goggles and told him to keep his eyes open. As She closed the top to the tanning bed and turned it on, words flashed into the goggles. They read, peaches is a slut for Mistress Love. A brainless, ditzy bimbo slut. peaches exists to PLEASURE Mistress Love. After half an hour on the bed, Mistress Love switched it off and lifted the top. “Come dear, time to finish up.” Mistress Love led pete to a chair and told him to close his eyes.

“Open your eyes sweetie and look at the new you.” As he opened his eyes, pete was looking in a mirror and his eyes went wide. Staring back at him was a Blonde bimbo with peach colored stripes in her hair. she had long eyelashes and a light blue shadow on the lids ringed in pink. her lips were Pink, and had a vacant smile. she was dressed in a deep red corset, a black garter belt with fishnet stockings attached. On her feet were six inch black stiletto heels. “What do you think, peaches?” “peaches is a slut for Mistress Love.” “That’s right sweetie. you are a slut for Me. I named you peaches because I love fuzzy navels, and peaches is a good name for a bimbo.”

“Now follow your Mistress, peaches, careful on those heels, it will take some time before you can strut for Me. Time for Me to fuck out what is left of that brain of yours.”

Mistress Love led peaches, pete was gone now, to another room. She told peaches to kneel and bend over. She then removed the ass plug and moved in front of peaches. She told peaches to raise back up. When peaches did, she was looking at a black latex strap-on. “Now sweetheart, lube it up good so it slides in easy.” Mistress Love moved the strap-on to peaches’ lips and without thought peaches opened her mouth and Mistress Love slid the strap-on in and out, slow and steady until She saw drool at the corners of peaches’ mouth.

Pulling the strap-on out, Mistress Love told peaches to get down on all fours. “As I Fuck your brains out I want you to repeat, i am Mistress Love’s ditzy bimbo slut peaches.” “Yes Mistress Love.” As Mistress Love rode Her slut, She smiled as She heard peaches say over and over “i am Mistress Love’s ditzy bimbo slut peaches.” “That right, just a ditzy bimbo slut. And a bimbo doesn’t need to think. Let all those last few thoughts drip down and out your little clity. The more I pound your ass, the more it drips down. Feel it building, soon you will squirt out all those useless thoughts. So close now, feel it building as your head gets emptier and emptier.” peaches mantra was being broken by moans as her arousal was growing to a fever pitch when all of a sudden, peaches had her first prostate orgasm. As she came and came she began to giggle, there was nothing left in her head but giggles and Mistress Love’s voice saying “peaches is a slut, she belongs to Mistress Love.”

Mistress Love pulled out of peaches and she collapsed in a giggling heap. Removing the strap-on, Mistress Love knelt down and lifted peaches’ chin so that she could see what was in Her hand. “Now toy, present that ass so I can put this larger ass plug in. Time to go back to My place, where I have something bigger for you. If you are good, maybe I will let you eat My pussy.” “Yes Mistress Love.”

[grossly-abnormal]

Role Reversal:Vien Therapy by mugen-nawashi

[female-orgasm-denial]

When she’d signed up for Denial Therapy she hadn’t done her research. As she lay there, bound and gagged the therapist leaned forward, rolling the scroll wheel which connected to the three vibrators hidden her short skirt.

‘The gag’s to help you stay quiet while you get used to this. You would have screamed just then, with pleasure, wouldn’t you?’

She nodded, the sensations between her legs were like nothing she’d ever…

The wheel moved up, and she arched her back, she felt like she was about to cum, already, right here.

‘Oh, are you close already? Don’t worry, this is nothing. I’m an expert at this, I can make it feel so, much, better’

She proved she could, the sensations keeping her right on the moment of pleasure, but never taking her over. This was unbelievable.

‘I’ll take the gag off, in half an hour or so. You’re going to be amazed at the things you tell me.’

[femsubdenial]

My First Story Magic and other Wondrous Things

On OrgasmDenial.com, Alhazreal posted a story I wish there was lots more of! :-)

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You are here because I wished you to be here” he said, “And because I need to feed in order to survive.”

“Feed?’ she squeaked “I thought you said you didn’t intend me any harm.”

“I think you’ll find out that I don’t feed like others of my kind” he said as he smiled revealing sharp canines just like any other vampires she had ever seen.

“Wh…wh…what do you mean?” she stammered, her arousal continuing to grow the longer she was in the room with him.

“You’ll find out soon, just rest assured we don’t all need to drink blood or even fluid to survive.” he replied as he started to approach her.

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[bby-kimmy]

[mysexymindgames]

bby-kimmy

I went through the entire day at work with the tiny padlocks swinging and jangling in my jeans. Combined with the two diuretic tablets she gave me at breakfast - she effectively took away any choice I had. 

It was the most humiliating thing she’d done to me yet……as I had to suddenly stop, bend over slightly and wet myself over and over throughout the day.

Amy just grinned as I stripped in front of her, and forced me to tell her about each incident in detail. Umphhhhh.

“You’ve done very well baby boy - but I’m afraid your training will need to continue all weekend too. If I do this to you often enough, you’ll eventually become incontinent - how cute!” 

[cartooncoyote]

This is actually the best intro to a porno that has ever existed

[mindbrokensluts]

When you’re trying to write an intro to a story but you really don’t care…

[sockshighasfuck]

[jukeboxemcsa]

“Of course you can leave,” she said. “You’re not a prisoner or anything.” She laughed at the absurdity of the idea. “All you have to do is count the stripes, and then you can go.”

I almost didn’t believe her–I’d seen what she did to the others, the way they waited in the bedroom with blank and helpless stares–but what did I have to lose? The door was locked and she had the only key. I knew force wasn’t an option, not with all those brainwashed slaves. I had to at least try. “One,” I started. “Two, three…”

She crossed and uncrossed her legs. My eyes crossed right along with them and I lost track of my place. “Of course,” she said, “I never said I would make it easy for you.” I could hear the smug superiority in her voice, and I just knew she was smirking at me, but I couldn’t look at her face without losing count.

“One,” I muttered. “Two, three, four, five…” She rubbed her legs against each other, making the stripes seem to flicker and dance like a strobe. I struggled to keep my focus. “Six, s-seven…”

“That’s right,” she said. “Just keep staring at my pretty pretty legs and count for me. Nothing else matters, does it?”

“No,” I whispered. She slid her legs one over the other again, the silk stockings making such a delicious sound as they rubbed together that I lost count again. “One, two, three…”

“You’re doing wonderfully,” she said, in defiance of all the available evidence. “Keep staring, keep counting, keep focusing all your thoughts on my sexy legs and the pattern of black on white, white on black.”

“Seven, eight, nine…” I muttered, trying to shut out her voice. I could do this, I knew it.

“Counting from top to bottom, white stripes and black. Which ones are you counting?” she asked. “Or are you counting both like you should be?”

I suddenly wasn’t sure. White or black, black or white? I did the only thing I could. I started over. “One, two, three…”

“That’s right,” she said, a tiny giggle in her voice. “Counting top to bottom, all the way down for me.”

“Five, six, seven…” My eyes were starting to water with the strain of holding them open, but I had to stay focused. I had to stare and count.

“It’s getting easier now, isn’t it?” she asked. This time I knew better than to answer. I just kept counting. “It’s like each stripe is a step on a staircase, leading you deeper into my control. And the more you count, the deeper you go.”

“E…leven…” I muttered. My brain suddenly felt sluggish as I tried to reason out my dilemma. If I didn’t count, I’d never escape her power. But if I did count, I’d go deeper into her power. I had to, had to count but not count, had to… “Twelve,” I said, my mouth working all on its own.

“There you go, pet!” she said in dulcet tones, like she was praising a pet that had mastered a difficult trick. “Stare and count and go deeper! Doesn’t that make so much sense?”

I nodded, but I didn’t lose count. “Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen…”

“Good pet,” she purred, reaching out to stroke my hair. “Lost in my pretty legs, lost in the black and white and black and white…thinking of nothing but my legs and the numbers now.”

“Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four…” My eyes had gone completely unfocused ages ago. The stockings were just a blur in front of my glassy stare. But I kept counting.

“Thirty, thirty-one, thir–” She put a finger to my lips.

“You can count silently now, pet,” she said as she spread her legs. “I have a better use for that mouth.”

[sciencebimbo]

I got 55 :p Anyone else?

[mindbrokensluts]

Wow fantastic story. Nice counting btw.