Yes, Mistress…?

- CI, They/He, Bisexual, Intersex, Nonbinary 🏳️‍⚧️ - Happily married 💍 - 21+, MDNI - Switch by nature, sub by training - Military background - Disabled cane user - Light academia turned puppy boy on occasion

[softly-into-that-goodnight]

Hi, I’m CI (They/He). Welcome to my blog.

Starting off, this blog will likely be a place for me to post my horny thoughts, monologue, desires, etc and engage with those willing that follow my rules.

This being said,

I Am:

- A sub leaning switch.

- Happily married and will not engage in anything more than playful flirting.

- Open to asks, submissions, generally anything that is not genuine propositioning.

- Into puppy play, breeding/milking, clit pumping, overstimulation, degradation, bondage, forced submission, light cnc, light somno, embarrassment, masochism, voyeurism, light forced fem, etc

I Am Not:

- Someone to vent to.

- Looking for new partners.

- Sending pictures, videos, audios, etc. Asking will get you blocked.

- Into rape, pedophilia, incest, scat or water sports, detrans, misogyny, etc.

Tags I use:

- #Mistress For anything relating to my wife.

- #SubbyCI For anything relating to me being submissive.

- #DommyCI For anything related to me being dominant.

- #ThoughtStream For anything I’m wanting or thinking about.

- #NsfwCI For anything relating to something I’ve actually done.

Feel feee to DM any questions, I’d love to chat!

[softly-into-that-goodnight]

The duality going on in my head right now:

- Hockey. Just the idea of being on display and trying to focus on the game while other men surround me, pin me against the boards, hook me, hold me. Ugh, the things that could be whispered to me by someone on the opposing team while they’re pinning me, our cages pressed together. And if I try to start a fight over it? The way they’d be able to just pin me again and the refs would come over to break it up. It does something to me.

- Being tired. Maybe it’s from the chronic illness and fatigue but there is something so entrancing about being tired around my partner, unable to fight back. Whether it be groggy mornings cuddled up together or sleepy afternoons where my meds are starting to wear off, it just does something to me. My partner’s arms wrapped around me, the thought that if they were to try anything I wouldn’t be able to resist, and the way I practically crave them spooning me and slowly sliding their hand down my chest, down to my stomach, across my v lines, right under my boxers to play with me however they want. I need it.

[softly-into-that-goodnight]

As a disabled person, there is something so irreplaceable about having sex with another disabled person and the environment it creates when done right.

Both of you caring about each others needs, both sexually and physically. Checking to see if each other is comfortable. Coming up with ways on the spot to make the sex more accessible for the both of you. It’s excellent. It promotes a type of resourcefulness and a bond that is hard to create in other scenarios. A scenario where they are put on a completely level playing field that is hard to achieve outside of disabled spaces. A knowledge and understanding of each other that brings the people together. I love it.

[softly-into-that-goodnight]

Fuck I really need to stop being the one to have horny dreams, it’s ruining my exterior…

But fuck is it fun to imagine Her. It’s so nice to imagine her cuddling me, holding me, slipping her hands down my pants.

I couldn’t stop thinking about her giving me a nice “relaxation video” to watch and it’s just hypno. Make me watch the video in bed with her, winding down for the night, preparing to go to sleep, but instead of falling asleep I squirm, and wriggle, and try to fight against the hypnosis, but eventually I can’t help but to give in. To submit. Laying on my stomach, legs and arms tucked up like a dog, panting softly as I feel my pathetic little tdick harden.

And when she checks in to ask if everything was ok and feign ignorance I whimper out some half baked excuse about just trying to get comfy. To which she responds to by running her gentle hands all over me, commenting on how hot I feel and taking my pants and boxers off to reveal my sweet dripping puppy cunt. Her teasing me relentlessly about the situation, realizing I’m completely hypnotized by now and completely under her control and taking full advantage of it.

God I love this woman…

[softly-into-that-goodnight]

Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate.

For those who’re more looking towards the ending of No Nut November, don’t worry, we’re so close, and I will be celebrating right next to you.

I crave release so bad it is beginning to cloud my every thought, my every judgement. This month has stretched on for far too long to the point where I can feel my tdick throbbing against my boxers just at the thought of my Mistress.

I crave her, I need her.

And it will all come to an end this Sunday as part of our birthday celebration, with an elegant dinner afterwords for the both of us. I don’t know how I’ll survive this woman, though I’ll gladly let her kill me in the process.

Send any suggestions for ways to celebrate.

Wish me luck.