SoundSapphic

Lex, 30+, they/she / grayromantic lesbian / nobody knows what i'm doing here / this is my dirty account, 18+ only

[soundsapphic]

Hello! I'm Lexi, she/they, 30+, grayromantic demisexual lesbian living in PH. This blog is only for 18+ and sapphics. If you don't have your age/gender on your bio, I WILL block you. Trans women are women and therefore very welcome ❤

Feel free to PM me if you're a fellow lesbian and want a friendly chat. Spicy chats okay but can't promise I can reply consistently since I'm busy irl. But let's have a little fun, shall we?

MEN AND MINORS DNI

[frenchvelvetkisses]

i’ve been craving the thought of you in that leather restraint chair all day. unable to move an inch, spread out at my mercy. my toy to play with. but I also love the anticipation right before any of it begins.

i guide you toward the chair with my hand resting lightly against your lower back, smiling every time you look at me with that mixture of curiosity and nervous excitement. you're trying so hard to be brave, pretending your heart isn't racing.

“still with me?” i'd ask softly. you nod. “words pretty girl” “yes” “good” i'd help you out of your clothes gently. kissing you until you’re soft and trusting under my hands. you stand there, shivering with needy excitement, obeying every single word i say while i guide you to the chair. i settle you into it, taking our time never rushing. every buckle, every strap is fastened with care, pausing after each one to brush my thumb across your skin. “too tight?” “no.” “you'll tell me if that changes?” “i promise” “good girl”

only then do i finish securing your wrists and ankles, stepping back just enough to admire how beautiful you look… exposed. watching the rise and fall of you chest. you test the cuffs instinctively, pulling against them before looking back at me. a tiny smile tugs at my lips at your little attempt to test the restraint. “i was wondering how long that would take”

you let out a small embarrassed laugh. “i had to check.” “i know” i walk back over, smoothing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “and?”“they're... secure” “they are”

for a long moment, i don't do anything else. i simply look at you. the silence stretches just long enough for your imagination to begin doing most of the work. “you look stunning like this” i whisper. “and so trusting”

leaning down, i whisper a reassuring reminder against your ear. “remember your safe word, alright? use it if it genuinely gets to be too much, but otherwise you belong entirely to me tonight” you nod against the headrest, looking up at me with those blown out eyes that I love. i trace a slow path up your inner thigh. you let out a sigh, relaxing under my touch, thinking this is just going to be a gentle torment.

for a while, i stay soft. a hand under your chin, a kiss against your forehead, slow breaths. i let the room settle until you're no longer thinking about the chair at all. only me, my voice. only waiting.

and that's exactly when the atmosphere changes. my hand lingers on your thigh a little longer before i step back. my smile becomes quieter, more knowing, you can tell I’m scheming.

“you've been wondering when i'm going to stop being nice” your breath catches. “maybe” “i thought so” i start circling the chair, taking it all in, my footsteps the only sound in the room.

“you've got quite the imagination don't you? already reacting and i haven't even done anything” i stop behind you, my fingers resting on the armrest beside your hand.

“you know what's interesting? the chair isn't what's keeping you still anymore, you are. you've stopped testing the restraints altogether” your cheeks warm immediately.

“i'm not...” “no?” i walk back into your view, tilting my head. “you haven't interrupted me once. you've answered every question. and every time i tell you to breathe...” you unconsciously inhale. “you do. see?” you hide your face for half a second, laughing under your breath. “that wasn't fair”

“no it wasn't baby. but neither was pretending you weren't going to melt the second i started paying more attention” i step closer, lifting your chin until you're looking at me once more. my expression softens, giving you a reassuring smile. brushing my thumb across your cheek. “there you are. you don't have to perform for me. you don't have to guess what i'm thinking. you just have to stay here with me.”

“i can do that” you whisper.

“i know you can.” i say as my hands grip your hips a little harder. suddenly switching from the soft caresses i've been giving you. and the energy shifts once again.

“don't even think about fighting the restraints when i start sweetheart. you’re just going to bruise your pretty skin, and we both know you’re too weak to break them anyway.”

instead of going straight for your favorite toy, i start with just my fingers, teasing you. trailing my fingertips over your stomach, down your hips, i'm barely brushing the edges of your wetness until you're whimpering and tilting your hips up to find my hand. “please... touch me” you beg, your wrists straining slightly against the leather. “let me see how ready you are for me.”

i take my time with the buildup, letting the tension stretch out until it feels too heavy and intoxicating. until you lose patience. i start by painting your slickness all over your already hyper sensitive skin, using a single finger to trace light circles right above your clit to tease a little more, never truly giving you the pressure you're visualizing. you let out little gasps as you feel the heat building, a pulling ache settling right between your thighs.

i finally slide two fingers inside you, a slow and deep stretch that makes your whole body go rigid against the chair, your face filling with absolute pleasure and relief the second you finally get what you've been needing.

i move them in long strokes, listening to the wet sounds echoing in the room, matching my rhythm to those shallow pants catching in your throat. my thumb moves to your clit, applying a bit more friction that rocks right against your core, intentionally pooling all that heavy tension behind my knuckles. i can feel your internal muscles twitching and squeezing around my fingers. your body getting hotter, heavier and so tight as the fluid builds up in waves.

“you feel that, sweetheart? you’re so full, poor thing” i whisper, pressing down on your lower stomach, feeling you twitch against my palm. you’re crying out, your head rolling side to side as you try to ride the rhythm. “let it out. squirt for me, princess. show me how wet you get just from my hands.”

that’s when i add the vibrator. the second the wand presses over my fingers against your clit, your body jolts. the intensity finally breaks you. you’re helplessly squirting and climaxing at the exact same time, shattering into a violent release, fluid soaking my hand as you scream my name. “there you go, i’ve got you. just like that. you did so good for me, baby” i praise softly, keeping the toy locked in place for just a few more seconds to ride out the pulsing before i finally pull back, letting you catch your breath.

you collapse against the chair panting, eyes closed, completely limp. you think the punishment is over and we’re taking a break. i just look down at your shivering thighs, giving you only a few seconds of peace before i slide my wet fingers right back inside you, picking up the pace right through the hyper sensitivity.

the sudden overstimulation makes you panic, your wrists instantly straining and slamming against the leather as you try to lift your hips away from my hand. “no wait please... i can’t” you sob. “where are you trying to go baby?” i say amused, looking up at your tear stained face. “shhh you can take it. you can take it for me because you’re my good girl aren’t you?”

“yes... yes i am” you manage to choke out, your fingers desperately gripping the armrests. “then show me, and take it.”

i push my fingers deeper, anchoring your hips down while my thumb applies more pressure, forcing your overstimulated body straight into a second orgasm.

when i finally pull my hand back, i wipe the tears from your cheeks while you lay there completely ruined. “don't close your eyes yet pretty thing. i know you have one more in you and it’s going to serve as a very good lesson”

you violently flinch as my hand hovers right back over your soaked skin, your body instinctively straining back into the leather seat, trying to find any inch of distance you can. i just press my palm flat against your thigh, holding you down. “stay still baby. there’s nowhere for you to go is there?” you just shake your head in defeat, a whine catching in your chest while you stare at me through your lashes.

i lean in closer, watching the way your core is still visibly twitching, unable to settle. “there’s still more that needs to come out isn’t there?” i whisper, my thumb grazing your slick hood. “no... no there isn't” you sob, your voice cracking and pleading. “but you still feel so full, princess... why is that? and you’re still dripping wet for me. are you sure you don’t need more? because your body is saying otherwise”

you have absolutely no defense left as i dive back down between your pinned wide thighs, replacing my fingers with my mouth to give you the final act you didn't even know you were begging for. when my tongue hooks flat against your clit, your whole torso arches off the chair, your moans turning into screams because it's completely too much to handle and i know it. I know I’m being relentless, treating your overstimulation like a playground, using you like a toy for my own entertainment but I also know how much you love it despite the sobs.

“hey” my voice low and filled with amusement. “look at me princess. look at me” you blink your eyes open, breathing in shallow gasps, your hips twitching as you try to find my mouth again. “didn’t you just tell me there was nothing left?” i tease, brushing my thumb over your soaked thigh. “didn’t you say you were all empty? but look at you now. begging me to finish you off.”

“please...” you sob, your wrists desperately straining against the leather cuffs. “please don’t stop I need it…i can’t take it anymore, I’m so close”

“i know baby I know” i lean back down, my breath hot against your swollen skin. “i knew you had it in you. you’ve got one more beautiful mess to make for me don’t you? your body doesn't know how to lie to me.” you let out a broken whine, tired of the teasing, your head thrashing against the headrest.

“then show me baby. come on. let it out one last time. show me how much you lied to me. cum for me princess. let it all out right now.”

i’m swirling and drinking you in while my fingers slide back inside, thumb rubbing your clit. you are crying, fisting the cuffs as i drive you straight through the sensory overload into a third climax that completely empties you out under my tongue.

-

when i finally lift my head, the only sound left in the room is your trembling breathing. your head is thrown back against the headrest and you are completely limp. i look at you for a second, my heart aces with so much affection before immediately leaning up to press a few soft kisses all over your face, catching the tears on your cheeks, kissing your forehead, your eyelids and your swollen lips until you finally let out a tiny chuckle.

“there you are” I say smiling softly. “hey princess. breathe for me baby. you’re all done. i’ve got you”

i start unlocking the restraints, when the leather clicks open, your hands immediately fly to my neck. you hold onto me like your life depends on it, burying your face right into my shoulder, whimpering softly as the sudden rush of circulation hits your skin.

“shhh i know, i've got you. you did so good for me” i whisper, kissing the side of your neck. “are you okay? I’m gonna carry you alright?”

you mumble a sleepy yes against my skin and i lift you right out of the chair. you’re so exhausted and heavy in my arm. your head resting against my chest while i carry you over to the edge of the bed. i grab the glass of water from the nightstand, holding it up to your lips and tilting it gently.

“drink a little bit sweetheart. take your time” you sip it eyes closed, a little giggle catching in your throat when i use my thumb to wipe a stray drop from your chin.

“my head is completely fuzzy” you whisper, leaning your forehead against mine, your eyes still half closed. “you might’ve ruined me”

“good. that was the whole point” i tease, brushing your messy hair out of your face and kissing the tip of your nose. “come here, we’re gonna go get you into a warm shower okay? let’s wash all this off”

i guide you to your feet, but your knees immediately buckle, your thighs still shaking from the overstimulation that you can barely stand. i catch you easily, laughing softly against your neck as i pick you right back up to carry you into the bathroom. the warm water fills the space with steam and i hold you close under the spray, using a cloth to gently wash your skin, making sure to rub your aching thighs. you're just leaning into me, sighing softly, completely safe and taken care of.

once you're clean and wrapped in an oversized shirt, i carry you back to bed. pulling the blankets up over both of us and tucking you tightly against my chest. you curl your legs into mine, your face right under my chin.

i slide a hand down to gently massage the sore muscles of your thigh and you let out a dramatic whine, hiding your face in my neck.

“i’m gonna be so incredibly sore tomorrow” you complain sleepily. “you’re literally going to have to carry me everywhere. my thighs are already aching.”

i let out a laugh, my heart melting as i rub slow circles into your thigh. “is that so? you're gonna think of me every time you try to stand up at work?”

“shut up” you mumble but you’re smiling, pressing a few kisses against my collarbone. “yes. every single step is going to be a very painful reminder of how mean you were to me.”

“i was being so sweet…maybe a little mean, only because you love it” i whisper back, tightening my grip around your waist and pulling you closer so there is zero space between us. “but i'll take care of you all day i promise. go to sleep baby”

[kerrry444]

i wanna take a strap from behind so bad like please push my head into the pillow so forcefully that i can barely breathe....until im frantically trying to push you away because of how hard you're fucking me...and you dont stop, you just laugh because my arms cant even reach your hips to get you off of me

[kerrry444]

i want nonsexual dominance from a woman so bad

her guiding me around with her hand on the small of my back or wrapped around my waist

grabbing my chin forcing me to look into her eyes

pulling me closer in crowded areas

saying things like

"don’t worry, mommy will handle it"

"come here, sweet girl. I want you next to me”

"be a good girl for me bunny"

"you need to eat something first baby”

“i know decisions are hard honey, i’ll choose for you ”

[kerrry444]

"if you cant handle any more all you have to do is tell me sweetheart"

after stuffing her panties in my mouth to keep me quiet and fucking me harder

"hmm? what was that? mommy couldn't hear you baby…can you try again?"

[butchmads]

Actually yeah to all the people who hate on pillow princesses for being selfish take a step back and ask yourself why you think topping is "work." You can just be a bottom if you don't wanna top. Like you sound jealous of pillow princesses. Also grow up.

[pr3ttypunisherrr]

you apologizing for crying while i fuck you is the sweetest thing. you think i’m not doing this specifically to see those tears?

because… it is. it’s exactly what i’m after. i want to see you cry. i’m working toward it. every movement of my fingers is calculated. every angle chosen specifically to overwhelm you. to push you past what you can handle. to make those tears inevitable.

the first tear that falls? that’s when i know i’ve got you. that’s when everything in me lights up. when i know i’m doing it right. getting you exactly where i need you. vulnerable. overstimulated. unable to hold it back anymore.

and i don’t want you to hold it back. i want more. want to see your face crumple. want to watch your eyes fill up and spill over. want to see mascara run if you’re wearing it. want to see that raw unfiltered emotion pouring out of you because of what i’m doing to your body.

it’s not just about the tears themselves. it’s about what they mean. that you’re so overwhelmed by pleasure that your body doesn’t know what else to do. that i’ve pushed you so far past your normal state that crying is the only response left. that you’re completely at my mercy and your body is showing it.

i love the conflict on your face. how you’re embarrassed by crying but can’t stop. how you’re trying to wipe them away while still grinding on my fingers. how you’re apologizing while your body begs for more. the contradiction makes it even better. makes me want to push harder.

and i do push harder. because seeing you cry doesn’t make me ease up. it makes me want to wreck you further. makes me want to see how much more you can take. how many more tears i can pull from you. how completely i can break you down while building you up.

the way you look when you’re crying from pleasure is burned into my brain. eyes red and swollen. cheeks wet and flushed. mouth open. vulnerable. no walls. no pretense. just raw honest reaction to being overwhelmed. it’s the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.

i want to catch your tears. taste the salt. feel the evidence of what i’m doing to you on my fingers. on my lips. want to watch them fall while i keep going. while i don’t give you a break. while i push you toward another orgasm that’ll make you cry even harder.

because you crying while cumming? that’s everything to me. that’s the goal. watching your face contort with pleasure and overwhelm at the same time. watching tears stream while your body shakes. watching you completely lose yourself because it’s too much and so good and you can’t process both at once.

and there’s something about the trust in it... that you’re letting me see you like this. crying because i’m making you feel so good you can’t contain it. that you trust me enough to not hide. to not hold back. to just let the tears fall while i keep touching you.

i’m absolutely obsessed with the sounds too. how your voice breaks when you try to speak through tears. how you hiccup between sobs. how you gasp and cry at the same time. it’s messy and real and so much better than composed.

the humiliation aspect makes it even better. watching you embarrassed by your own tears. watching you try to apologize. try to explain. try to regain some control. and me not letting you. me telling you how pretty you look. how perfect. how i want more.

i want you crying so hard you can barely breathe. crying so hard you’re hiccuping. crying so hard your whole body shakes with it. and i want to be the reason. want my fingers. my mouth. my words. my actions to be what breaks you down that completely.

but here’s the thing. it’s not cruel. it’s not about actual sadness or pain. it’s about overwhelming pleasure. about pushing you so far into feeling good that your nervous system short circuits. that your body’s only outlet is tears.

and after? after i’ve pulled every tear from you that i can? i want to hold you. want to wipe your face gently. want to tell you how perfect you were. how beautiful you looked. how much i loved watching you fall apart like that. want to give you all the gentleness and care to balance the intensity of what i just put you through.

because the tears aren’t the end goal exactly. the tears are proof. proof that i took you somewhere beyond normal. somewhere overwhelming. somewhere you couldn’t control your response. and that’s what i’m really after. that loss of control. that complete surrender. those tears are just the most visible, most honest evidence of it.

so no. don’t apologize for crying. don’t try to hold it back. don’t be embarrassed. give me those tears freely. let me watch them fall. let me know i’m devastating you in the best way. let me see exactly how much you’re feeling.

because i’ll never get tired of it. never get tired of watching you cry while i make you cum. never get tired of seeing that perfect broken expression. never get tired of knowing i can reduce you to tears just by making you feel too good.

that’s exactly what i want. exactly what i’m working toward. exactly what makes everything worth it.

your tears are a gift. and i’m going to keep earning them.

[pr3ttypunisherrr]

femme who gets embarrassed about how fast she gets there. always apologizing for it. "i'm sorry i just—" "hey." tilting her face up. "don't apologize for that, baby" pressing back in immediately. "i love how fast you get there. it means i know exactly what to do with you." watching the embarrassment dissolve into something softer. seeing the beginnings of a smile on her face as my words land exactly where i wanted them to.

[pr3ttypunisherrr]

thinking about sitting you on my lap with your hands tied behind your back and a vibrator pressed right where i want it, humming low while i take my time with an apple. cutting a slice slow. watching you try to hold still. watching you fail at holding still.

pressing the slice to your lips. "hold this for me."

watching you take it careful. holding it between your teeth. you concentrate while trying so hard to be good while the vibrator does exactly what i set it to do underneath you.

turning it up one setting.

watching your jaw go tight trying not to bite down. feeling you shift on my lap. hips wanting to move and nowhere to go. hands flexing behind your back. the effort of it written all over your face. holding the apple, holding still, holding yourself together while i sit there completely unbothered and watch you work for it.

two minutes. i let it go two full minutes. watching you struggle through every second of it. watching your eyes go wet at the corners. watching you breathe through your nose because your mouth is occupied and you're so determined to be good.

then reaching up. taking the apple slice from your lips. bringing it to my mouth. taking a bite slow while i look at you.

"good girl."

turning the vibrator all the way up.

“now, you get to cum.”

[pr3ttypunisherrr]

i know it’s too much. i know, baby, i know…you don’t have to tell me, i can feel it, can feel how oversensitive you are, how every small movement makes you flinch, gasp and grab for my wrist. and i love you so much for trusting me anyway. for lying there and taking it even when your body is overstimulated, confused and can’t decide what it wants. it wants more. i promise it wants more. you just have to get through the part where it feels like too much first and then it opens back up into something so good. i’ll take care of you. i promise.

[daddyandprincess2022-deactivate]

Fuck the overthinking out of her

[wolfgrxve]

instead of age in bio or blocked, when you follow me i will tell you your age and you have to permanently regress or i block you. you're 8 now. deal.

[pr3ttypunisherrr]

fingering my overstimulated femme so fast, she’s hiccupping through her sobs. “that’s it, cry harder baby. wanna see you completely destroyed.” three fingers deep, curling with each thrust. “look at this mess. you’re dripping everywhere, crying everywhere. so fucking pathetic and I love it.” she tries to close her legs but i force them open. “no, you’re gonna take it and cry pretty for me.”

[pr3ttypunisherrr]

thorough pussy inspections before sex becoming our ritual. you, naked on the bed, waiting. me taking my time. “spread your legs for me, baby. let me see if you’re ready.” you obeying immediately, thighs falling open. me settling between your legs, just looking first. appreciating the view. “such a pretty girl.” my hands on your inner thighs, stroking gently. “stay still for me, sweetheart. need to do a proper inspection.” starting slowly, deliberately. one finger sliding through your lips, barely touching. just tracing, exploring. “let’s see how wet you are.” running my finger up and down, gathering your wetness. you already squirming slightly. “still, baby. i need to check thoroughly.” continuing those touches, feeling you getting wetter under my attention. “good girl. responding so well already.” sliding my finger more between your lips, separating them gently. looking closely, examining. “so pretty, baby. look how wet you’re getting just from me touching like this.” circling your clit lightly, watching you gasp. “sensitive here?” you nodding, trying to stay still like i asked. “good to know.” moving lower, finger circling your hole. “let’s check how ready you are inside, sweetheart.” pushing one finger in slowly, so slowly. watching it disappear. “so tight, baby. good girl.” pumping gently, feeling your walls. “you’re gripping my finger so nicely.” adding a second finger carefully. “let’s see if you can take more.” pushing both in, curling them slightly. “that’s it. taking my fingers so well.” you whimpering, hips wanting to move. “stay still, baby. i’m not done inspecting yet.” continuing to pump my fingers slowly, expertly. feeling every inch of you inside. “you’re so wet, sweetheart. soaking my fingers.” pulling them out to look at them, showing you how they glisten. “see? look how ready you are.” pushing them back inside, deeper this time. “let me check a bit more.” curling them up, finding that spot. you gasping, trying hard not to move. “found it. good.” rubbing there deliberately, watching your reaction. “you’re doing so well staying still for me, baby. such a good girl.” adding a third finger, stretching you. “need to make sure you can take what i’m going to give you.” pushing all three in slowly. “that’s it. open up for me, sweetheart.” you whimpering, so close to begging. “almost done with the inspection, baby. be patient.” fucking you slowly with three fingers, feeling how wet and ready you are. “perfect. you’re absolutely perfect.” pulling my fingers out finally, you whining at the loss. “inspection complete, sweetheart. you’re ready for me now.” you looking desperate, needy. “such a good girl being patient through all that. now you get what you need.”

[pr3ttypunisherrr]

pressing a vibrator against you. holding it still while you soak through your underwear and try to grind against my hand to get more friction. holding your hips down. "stay still for me, baby." feeling you shake against my palm. feeling how wet you are even through the fabric. pulling the vibrator away right when your breathing starts getting shakier. watching you clench desperately around nothing. watching a tear slide down. "aww." pressing the vibrator back right where it was. "not yet, baby. you'll know when."

[kerrry444]

strap inside me, strap in my hand, strap down my throat, strap between my boobs, strap in my mouth, strap on my face, strap down my stomach, strap tapping my lips, strap between my thighs, strap-

[prettysheepy]

When did so many people forget basic internet safety and start posting their faces on their blogs. Babes the porn accounts are stealing those selfies. Babes creeps can reverse image search those selfies. Babes the AI.

This space is wonderful and I love the people here, but also don’t assume every person on the world wide web wants the best for you! Protect yourself please