I love the way he spreads his legs and gets his hand out of the way when he realises she wants to kick him in the balls. That's how his reaction should be!

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I love the way he spreads his legs and gets his hand out of the way when he realises she wants to kick him in the balls. That's how his reaction should be!
Men like this ❤️
So cute!
The sexiest thing a man can be is super responsive and open with what is happening does to him. I'd have a hard time keeping my hands off his neck/ears if he reacts like THAT!
As I'm getting ready for another night of Halloween Party, I'm thinking back to another night of Halloween years ago. My sub and I went as a vampire lady and her thrall - the one night we could get away with having him on a leash and with chains around his wrists in vanilla company.
It was an immensely hot evening and will always be a lovely memory
Sooo, precious puppy, you decided to whine for attention when you know just too well I have to finish grading these papers? Really? Well...
I could just tell you off and you would be all embarrased, of course, because you are a good boy really, aren't you? Or I could turn this into some fun...
Like, tie you to the bed and make sure you don't have a lot of wriggle room... Have you wear a vibrating plug that I can controll. But some nipple clamps on you. No, I'm not making them less tight, this is punishment, remember? Set the vibe on relatively low and leave you on the bed.
15 minutes later, one paper graded, you are still being a very good, obedient boy and not making a sound. As I walk over, I can see it's getting difficult, though... I pull the clamps off and enjoy your whimpering as I suck on your hurting nipples. I turn the vibe up a bit and go back to grading.
Next paper done and you start to look desperate. But oh puppy, you don't know where this is going! I let my hand run over your body, even give your cock a few strokes. Not quite enough to edge you, but enough to make you want more... Then, I pick the clamps up and fix them back onto your nipples. Aww, puppy, does this hurt? Are your nipples still all sensitive? Well, they had enough of a pause so there is no risk of harming you... But let me console you by upping the vibe once more.
Another paper done, it gets hard to controll the desperation coming from the bed... As I walk over to you, I can see how hard you are. Well... I give the clamps a tug and they come off and I can't resist sucking on them again to make the returning blood flow as painfull as possible... Then, I get some lube and give you a bit of attention on your cock. And puppy? Don't you dare cum... Until when? Well, at least until I have finished grading. I don't know if I will get through all of those papers today, but I'd like to get at least another ten done today. I see the Realisation in your eyes. You are not getting to cum today. Instead, for the roughly 3 hours I need for the 10 papers I want to do today, I'm going to take the clamps on and off and on and off again, until your nipples hurt from air blowing over them. And I'm going to edge you with every break I do between papers and leave the vibe on higher and higher settings... You will be close to going mad once I decide it's been enough for today and get you to lick me to orgasm. Well, if you whine too much, I can tie a bullet to the sensitive underside of your cock and see how you like that? No? Well, I guess you should be nice and quiet, then... As I pick up the clamps again, I enjoy the look in your eyes. You are so cute when you are despare. Let's see how desperate I can make you...
Yes...
I'd love to hunt down a sub. Like, pretend you are my property and ran away. Preferably in a city I know at least some and you don't. And that has a small subway system. Now, as my property you would have a gps tracker on your phone. And you would wear a plug, just to make things a little hotter. Now, you can use the subway (and of course, there is no gps signal down there...), but only for a maximum of 3 stations at a time and you can't leave again from a station where you just arrived, so you have to get from a station where you arrived to the next one by foot.
So I'd go about hunting you... Of course, I have no restrictions about using the subway so in the beginning, I'd just make sure to stay close to you but basically wait for you to run yourself tired. While you never know where I am. Just a few meters behind you? Or a comfortable distance away? Can you afford to take the much needed break or not? You'd never know, always looking over your shoulder...
I'd write you loads of messages during this hunt telling you exactly what I will do to you once I catch you. Because, as I'm getting more "angry" that my property is disobedient, the "punishment" I'm going to have you suffer is going to get worse and worse... This combined with the plug should be enough to make you hot and bothered and make evading me that much harder...
I'd wait for the time when you have made a mistake. Chosen a route that can only lead to a certain point to which I can get faster, something like that. I'll have to bide my time. I can only imagine the thrill of lying in wait somewhere and watching yourgps signal come closer on the map.
Would I be able to surprise you? Or would you see me and try to run? I would easily catch you, of course. With the plug, the arousal in your blood and the tiredness from the hunt up to now slowing you down, there is no way I wouldn't...
I'd love to see the look in your eyes when you realise there is nowhere left to run... That i've finally caught you. It's over. And you look into my eyes and see the primal hunters glee in them and probably have to surpress the need to go to your knees to beg for mercy right then and there...
I'd cuff your hands under your Jacket in a way no one can see. And then grab a remote and make you realise that the plug you are wearing is a vibrating one... Maybe we can get away with an unobtrusive collar - buckled just slightly tighter than comfortable to remind you you are mine. And a leash that runs under your jacket and that I hold in the hand that sits at the small of your back über the jacket in a way that looks caring but you know it's pure dominance. All of it says one thing. You are in so much "trouble" for running away, don't make this any worse for yourself. Do you give up at this point? Or has the fight not gone out of you completely yet? I'd actually love to drag a resisting subby off, but that would be hard without attracting attention...
Once I have you on my own, I'd strip you and probably get you over my lap first. A good spanking while you are wearing a plug that is vibrating at maximum volume sounds like a good way to start off. There are lots of things I might do to you, but be sure that at the end of the night, you would be mine, body, heart and soul.
This still is in my mind a lot. And the mask wearing makes me dream...
Like, what about if I caught you and first of all dragged you into a corner where nobody can see you - and then forced a gag into your mouth? One of those that make sure you have to concentrate on not gagging... Then, fix your mask over it. I bet by the time we get somewhere private, you would be in subspace all right...
Seems like it's an evening for dragging up old posts that I still love...
The Darkness is my Mistress
It would be the middle of the night, the darkest point in the night. I’d be asleep, pj pants on, boxers on under it, t shirt, and blanket all covering me. As I sleep on my side/stomach the darkness would take over the whole room, and then the blanket would start creeping off me. Dark shadows wrapping and covering my body. No mass to them, but strength behind them. They would try to carefully coax my clothes off which would eventually wake me. Sleepily I wouldn’t understand what’s happening as I feel my pants and boxers coming off on their own. I’d reach down to pull them back on because I’m cold but couldn’t my arms would be pinned by the shadows. I’d try to say something but a shadow would wrap around my throat to choke me a little and another would feel like fingers entering my mouth, pushing back and forth to make me suck them. A strange bodiless voice would just go *tsk tsk* “now don’t go ruining my fun before it’s started, boy” red eyes popping up through the darkness of the room, all focused on me. The shadows would now rip off my clothes, no care, leaving me exposed and naked and cold. My pale skin being caressed by the shadows “so soft and dainty you humans can be.” The shadows would start playing with my nipples, and gently coaxing me hard cooing “small even for a human, but so cute to try to make… well bigger for you.” As the shadows got me hard they would push my legs back and spread them “I’m going to show you how demons feel” and I would feel the darkness enter me, pushing into my ass, easing at first then getting bigger and thicker but still nothing there. I’d feel the shadow in my mouth do the same. Both holes would feel them pumping into me, and matching each shadows pump they would stroke me at the same pace. Slowly they’d fuck me, as time went on they’d speed up, go harder. Until i felt on warmth fill me. In my ass and down my throat. Leaving me on the edge, hard. I’d feel a tightness around my privates, and the darkness would say “not this time little one, but maybe another time.” The shadows would disburse back to the midnight blue that normally fills my room and I’d pass back out, awaken hours later with my clothes shredded, holes feeling used, and naked besides for a pitch black cage on my cock to remind me that it wasn’t a dream and hoping that the darkness would return again that night
I watched from the shadows as my cute plaything from the night before woke up and slowly realised that last night was not a dream. He had been fun. Cute, soft, lovely little helpless whimpers. I might keep this one for a bit. Especially as I see the look on his face change from disbelief to something I wasn't expecting - he seemed happy when he saw the cage... No raging against it, No trying to claw it off. Interesting. Intriguing...
I watched him get ready and leave the house. Well. I'd let him be for a bit. But he would soon realise that he belonged to me now. I had heared the whispering "please come back tonight". Ah, the cutie had no idea he had sold his body to me with that... I would remind him of it soon enough. The nice thing about being able to send a shadow to do my bidding was surely that a shadow could hide anywhere, touch anywhere without being seen. He would sit down for lunch and suddenly a shadow would start invading his ass and stretching him wide open. Or start tickling his prostrate. Another time, he might be in the middle of a phone call when it feels like clamps are suddenly fastened onto his nipples. Or he feels his legs pulled apart, bis balls gripped, squeezed and fondled... Never any warning. No chance to hide. I'd enjoy feeling him get helplessly hard in his cage again and again. I might shrink the cage a little or add spikes to it to increase the suffering... I wonder how desperate I can make him in a day. A week. How soon he will start begging... Ah, the world is full of possibilities. So much fun to be had with this boy...
Through my day I can feel the lingering touch of my shadowy lover. The coldness of them on me, exploring me, & claiming me. The strain of my cage getting so much as the stretch me and tease my prostrate. I try to work but I’m left grasping at my desk I feel filled and overwhelmed, precum leaking from my cage.
While on my bus ride home I feel my shadowy Mistress having more fun with me. Her presence focusing on my chest. Feeling like cold sharp claws running down the centre of it under my shirt, along my bare skin. The bus isn’t crowded, but still I try not to moan as I feel her darkness exploring me. Creeping across my chest, finding a nipple and playing with it oh so coyly, another shadowy tendril doing the same to my other nipple, both stemming from the claw firmly on my chest. I close my eyes and fight the moans wanting to come out of me as the shadowy touch teases me more and more. I try to reach to my chest to pull them off of me, but my arm is flung back to my side and finally hear a whisper in my ear for the first time “make a pretty noise for me so I know you’re mine. Make one pretty noise and I’ll give you a break until you are back with me my sweet little play thing.” With the end of those word I can feel her cage tighten on me a little more too. The shadows give firm but not painful twist to my nipples. With this I let out a whimpering “please” which ended everything besides for one cold lingering feeling firmly on my throat and her whisper “good little pet, as your reward I will make you make so much more pretty noises and so much more begging as soon as you step through the door. You are mine.” With the firm grip on my throat and those words I feel myself slip into sub space, not knowing what’s next but eager to be her’s.
I watched him come through the door, obviously flustered. Obviously expecting to be pounced on the second the door closed behind him - and that thought was making him eager, not fearful... Ahhh, such a find...
I'd still take it slow. He hadn't really eaten at lunchtime, so I prodded him in the direction of the kitchen to make sure he had a snack before we started. The cute boy didn't even question where the plate of fruit suddenly appeared from...
After I was sure he was fed, I prodded him to the living room. He followed along willingly enough, considering I didn't let him see me, that to him, I was only an unsubstantial touch. And when I pulled at his shirt, he started undressing very nicely. Good boy. But then, he obviously got shy and stopped before lowering his boxers... Now, can't have that, can we? So I just ripped the offending garmet off and gave him a smack on his bare bottom. He jumped, as expected. But less expected was the way his cock tried to escape it's cage - not that it could. "Ohhhh, you liked that, didn't you?" I hissed in his ear. That was something I had to explore more... So I took his wrists, pulled him to the couch and had him lean over the back, his ass in the air, arms streched out. I pulled his legs apart so his toes only just touched the ground. Completely off-balance, completely helpless to defend himself. Completely open.
He started moaning the second I laid another slap over his ass. Delicious sounds... So of course I kept going, holding him helpless, getting his ass more and more red. The sweet boy started whimpering and wriggling soon enough, but no, those were not sounds of pain and horror and he was not wriggling to get away. I made sure his ass and the top of his thights where nicely red - and his caged cock was dripping - before I upped the intensity a bit. Setting a stinging slap right over his cute little hole and sure enough, that made him scream and press his bottocks together. But his cock was practically bulging out of the cage where it could and he didn't seem panicked, so I decided to be mean, pull his cheeks wide apart and give him another, possibly even harder slap. The reaction was glorious, he had such a pretty voice when he was all desperate and screaming!
It felt like he had just about reached his limit, though, so I just stroked and kneaded his backside for a bit. The moans and whimpers this produced where just delightful, so maybe I kept at it a bit longer than strictly necessary.
Deciding it was a lovely mix of arousing and probably uncomfortable for him - especially with his hole all red and abused - I materialised a pretty little butt plug. Ah well, not so little maybe... I knew his limits well enough from the night before to make it just slightly bigger than I knew would be confortable... When he felt the cold, hard pressure, he bucked a little but let me push it in willingly enough while making lots of cute noises. When I finally let him up and stand on his feet, his eyes where wide.
"Time to make sure you have a decent Dinner, boy" I wispered in his ear and again pulled him into the kitchen, where I sat him down on one of the chairs. He moaned when his backside touched the chair - did his ass hurt? Or did it make the plug push into him even more? Probably both - and he struggled a little when I pushed him down firmer. Not a chance, of course, even if he had fought with all his strength, he was no match to my shadows. So just to make him feel even more helpless, I pulled his legs apart as far as was just about comfortable for him and fixed them to the table. His hands went behind his back. Caged, plugged, spread wide open, he was such a pretty picture!
I had some Pasta and a glass of water appear and fed him. Apparently he didn't even question anymore why the fork moved, he just ate his dinner like a good boy. I loved the fact that the whole time, he didn't really stop squirming in his seat and his cock was dripping a steady stream of precum. Did he realise there was no way I was letting him out tonight? And if I would let him out tomorrow morning, it was for a lovely hour of edging before I'd lock him back up and send him off to work... Very handy that I could just wrap my cage around his cock, no matter how hard at the time, and then shrink it down to the size I wanted. Maybe not a very comfortable experience to him, I thought with a slightly mean chuckle to myself, but a lot of fun for me. I bet he would make amazing noises...
My body felt guided from the moment I stepped into my house, the door firmly closing behind me as the shadowy pressure guides me to the kitchen where I was surprised with a plate of fruit, which I happily feasted upon.
After I was done the plate disappeared, & I’m guided to the living room, my mind wondering who or what this power over me looks like. I feel them tug at my shirt as if to tell me “take this off for me, now” and I oblige. Nervously taking off my shirt, my pants, and socks. Standing in my boxers I struggle, nervously, even tho I know they’ve seen me already… but something now, now I felt exposed and vulnerable. As if sensing my hesitation I feel the boxers ripped from me, and firm smack on my ass. Embarrassingly my body reacts with an instinctive moan to the smack on my ass. I feel myself strain in the cage, wanting to be free. Their voice in my ear taking pleasure in my reaction, savouring my vulnerability & freedom to express myself. My wrists grabbed and pulled over the back of my couch, my ass full exposed as my legs are spread apart and leaving me fully exposed to them.
I can’t help but moan and feel myself strain in their tight little cage for me from each smack to my ass. My body feeling pinned and I feel helpless under their power. I love it, it’s intoxicating, and the heated feeling from ass being spanked harder and harder is just the intoxicant I crave. Feeling every drop of my precum leaking from my cage, almost cool on the front of my thighs compared to the heat of my ass and back of my thighs from the beating they’ve taken. Then like a bolt of lightning to my core came a shock I didn’t expect, the feeling a sharp and firm smack right onto my barely used hole. It stung like nothing else, but at the same time arousing. Instinct took over as I let out a scream and I tried to clench to protect myself, but it was futile as the dark force just spread me wide again and smacked even harder producing even more of what I assume was their desired reaction.
Eventually they stopped and started to gently rub my inflamed backside. Being gentle and affectionate towards me, but not letting me forget the sensual pain they inflicted to me. Every gentle caress bringing a wince and whimper from my lips. This went on for sometime before I felt it. It was a pressure on my burning punished hole. It could only be a plug, feeling it push into me, getting wider and wider, getting to a point where I started to feel uncomfortable… wider than what the shadows fucked me with that night before… and then pop it was in. It had been consumed by my greedy abused hole, and now just had a little end resting firmly on my hole. After this I was allowed to stand on my own, lifted from my unbalanced position, I trembled back on my feet, my little cock straining and weeping from its cage. Heat pouring from the backs on my backside, and my eyes wide and longing to see who or what had been using me this way but all that filled the room was darkness.
In my ears a whisper came out of nowhere “time to make sure you have decent Dinner, boy” and I was lead to the kitchen as if by an invisible leash. A chair is pulled out and I am firmly pushed onto it, to have a seat. Sitting there was so uncomfortable as the welts on my ass stung from the unforgiving firmness of the chair, and the plug pushing ever so deeper into me. Whine from the sensations, but I dare not speak out, but my body makes it’s own noises to let this entity know how I feel. I shift in my seat before feeling a firmness pressing down on me as if to say “don’t you dare think about getting up from this seat Mister, I don’t care if you’re uncomfortable, that’s the point. Now enjoy my ownership of you, because this is just the start.” Just as the helplessness sinks in I feel my legs spread wide and feel them bound to the table. Then my arms pulled back behind the chair bound to it. My heart races with this as I feel exposed and helpless, plugged and caged on display. As I sat there squirming out of discomfort a plate of spaghetti and cup of water appeared, moving on its own to feed me. I don’t care how, but my body was famished from the experience in the living room. I could feel the presence on my lap, which made me in my cage dribble even more, the weight and heat from something sitting on me as it fed me teased me.
Once my meal was done they took a cloth and cleaned my face, tho I swear at one point a felt this presence lick some sauce from my lips before kissing me. I moaned when it happened, but did it happen, or did my mind just want it to happen. Again by my invisible leash I could feel the darkness pulling me up to my feet, guiding me upstairs, my legs now free but my arms still bound behind me I followed it. I climb the stairs, each step moving the plug & making me whimper. “Come now my dirty boy, let’s get my plaything all cleaned up for another night of… well less than rest.” With those words I could almost hear a smirk from them, one wicked and full of intentions. Once I got to the bathroom the shower was already running, to the perfect temp for me. It pushed me in, against the shower wall. My face pushed sideways against it, my cheek against the tile. My arms were freed for a minute before being brought up to the shower wall too, palms on the wet tile too. The water pouring down my red and marked backside. The shadows encouraging my legs to spread further apart for them, and firmness on my lower back guiding me to stick my ass out more.
The shower head came off and was moved to rinse every inch of my body as I’m in the vulnerable position. “You know little boy, you’re the first plaything of mine that’s ever been so willing, most I get bored with having to break them into submitting to me… but you already are just a little submissive aren’t you?” I can feel what feels like a half dozen hands roaming my body, scrubbing it down, and exploring it which makes me moan. “Well answer me. Are you a little submissive plaything? Hmm?” I nod and moan out a yes as I feel a pair of hand tease my nipples. My body soapy and quivering “do you want to serve me? Do you want to be mine? Do you want this to be your reality? Every moment of your day as mine. My plaything. Stripped and exposed to my whim at home. Knowing while you’re out at work that you aren’t safe from my desires as I am everywhere? Say you want it and it’s yours.” Water spraying down my body again I struggle with the words from all the stimulation. My body trembles but I say “I… I want it!” A firmness pushes against the back of my head, what feels like a kiss to my ear turns to a whisper of “yes, good boy giving into me.” I feel a little nip on my ear and tug to my hair which makes me moan loudly.
One of the half dozen hands goes back to playing with my nipples, another pulls my hair while it’s partner firmly hold my throat, and the last pair hold my hips. I feel a pressure on my backside, like if someone was standing behind me. Then I feel a change with the plug. The between point, between the cap and the inserted part started to stretch, getting more weight to it, getting as wide as the widest part of the plug. I moans while it stretches my tender little hole, and once it’s the desired size I feel it going deeper in me. Pushing deeper and deeper into me, with each inch making me moan harder. Then the firmness of body presses behind me as it stops and starts to slowly pull back, it finally clicking to me that I’m about to get fucked by this formless void. As it finally gets to only the tip left in me I moan out “fuck me! Fuck me like you own me!” I feel a tweak to my nipples and a tightness to my throat before feeling the lengthy force behind me slam back deep into me making my cry out in pleasure.
I had been honest when I had asked the boy to be mine because he was the first in a long time not to bore me in a matter of minutes. His responses where just so honest, so welcoming of my particular cruelty.
Filling him up had been amazing. There must have been pain there for him, but he just took what I gave him. I could not remember the last time taking a man had been so intensely satisfying...
Afterwards, he was completely wrecked. If I had just left him im the shower, he might have managed to drown himself, he was so out of it. And this proof that I had pushed him right up to his breaking point calmed something inside me. And the fact that he had begged to be mine meant he was under my protection now. So I scooped him up, dried him off and carried him to his bed.
When I laid him down, I would have sworn he was out, but when I made to leave, one hand came up with a begging gesture "stay? Please?" he mumbled not quite awake. And it was just too tempting. So I slid under the covers and wrapped myself around him. Strangely, the confined way I was holding him seemed to make him drop into a deep sleep instead of making him uncomfortable as I had expected. And so I snuggled close to his warmth, rubbed myself all over his delicious soft skin and just whiled the hours away.
It's been ages since we wrote this. Yes, consent is a bit dubious here, but it's still a story that lives rent-free in my head. How I would love to be able to command shadows like this...
I disagree with this. To me, chastity should be hard and frustrating, and when the cage is full and everything aches, you feel her ownership so much deeper.
Just for me.
I agree. When he is caged, half the fun is to get him to try to get hard and fail. For him to feel the frustration, to feel exactly how much I own him in that moment.
I'd loooooove to have a few tentacles. Hold him down with, penetrate him with, so many good uses!
How worked up can I get you just from this baby?
This is one of the hottest gifs ever. Nothing mich happening but you know just from his breathing and the way he holds himself that that guy is desperate. It's so hot to watch! I bet he makes the cutest noises...
Let’s see if we can make yor nipples even more sore
I just know that You can.
Have fun! and it really does them good ……. You too.
Helen.
Nipple clamps are amazing. I love using them. Yeah, they are mean. And honestly, using them on a guy is extra mean because to make them actually stick to a mans nipples, you usually have to use relatively strong ones...
The moment I love most, though, is taking them off. Taking them off and then sucking on the nipple straight away. I've got the most delicious whimpers, even screams, from that. Holding my sub while I roughly massage the abused nipples afterwards is also just plain hot!
100% this is how "Spring" is supposed to sound!
obsessed with the idea of a chastity belt that endlessly teases and edges 😵💫 like it’s high tech enough that it can monitor all the vitals and indicators from your body that it needs to know stuff like how aroused you are, how hard you are, how wet you are, how close to orgasm you are etc, and knows exactly how you like to be touched, so that it just keeps edging and edging edging without ever letting you over the edge (and if it accidentally does, it’s programmed to give you the most infuriatingly frustrating ruin of your life before going right back to teasing you!) thinking about having to wear it under clothes and maybe even go out and pretend i haven’t been seconds away from cumming for a long, long time, thinking about desperately trying to stimulate myself a little bit more or to break myself out of the belt to no avail, thinking about crying and drooling and begging and pleading and all i get is edged some more but an uncaring belt made for keeping me denied 🥵
Uhhh, that's soo hot! Kind of ties in with that thing I have somewhere in my blog that has a vibrator connected to an inflatable butt plug. When you get close to orgasm, the pressure in your pelvic muscles changes the air pressure in the plug which is detected by the system and turns off the vibrator just in time to stop you from having an orgasm.
A chastity belt like described in this post would be much more elaborate. Much more frustrating because it can be worn all the time, under clothes. Sounds like something that would break a subbys mind quite quickly...
I'll take handy over handsome any day!
The question is, what is "handy"? For me, it's being able to cook and clean and do laundry much more than being able to fell a tree or save me from spiders or something like that.
As an inexperienced domme I wish I had a confident experienced sub just so he could initiate sex sometimes and encourage me to be more forward and tease me so I'd get aggressive with him 😔😔😔
We have all started somewhere. And yes, an experienced sub in this situation is helpful. But what is even more important is a sub who will hold your stirrup. Somebody who doesn't expect you to be perfect, who gives you the time that you need to grow, to find your feet. A sub who will go to his knees even though your command was wobbly and sounded more like a question because his goal is to support you and watch your confidence grow. A sub who will untangle the knots in your rope when your shibary fell apart, sort them and then go to his knees and beg you to try again. Who shows that he trusts you even when you don't fully trust yourself yet.
I kinda love the idea of an flr with a domme who's very particular about being treated like a lady. She won't ever even consider opening a car door by herself. Unacceptable, disgusting, unworthy. Her pet must always be there to let her in and let her out, and will get daggers glared at him if he doesn't immediately remember.
Even the seatbelt could be her servant's responsibility; just waiting composedly, looking ahead until she's taken care of. Always helping her out of the car by the hand. Always closing the door behind her, and whenever requested taking anything out of her hands or the vehicle that she doesn't want to carry.
Never thanked. Not even acknowledged, just an entitlement that this is the bare minimum for royalty. The intensity makes me woozy 😵💫 I got really turned on the other day imagining having a partner who acts like this
I think day to day, this would annoy me. I'm more of a full-steam-ahead, getting my hands dirty, there-are-no-man-jobs kinda girl.
But for a special occasion, maybe the length of a short trip, this does sound very enticing indeed!
It's so cute when men look scared of you
What do you think I'm gonna do, baby?
Hurt you? Tease you for hours? Turn you into the desperate slut we both know you really are?
(You're right)
Yes. Dangling something (like the nipple clamps that he hates because they hurt so much) in front of his eyes. Watching them go a little bit scared. Dragging out the time until I use them so his thoughts are running wild. That his whole focus is on "when is she going to use them?" and the longer it takes, the harder it is to think of anything else but what is in store for him.
Reminder this is an 18plus blog