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@sublimebruisedcompliant
Hear me out
You: scrolling naughty tumblr with skirt hiked up, occasionally describing what you see.
Me: handcuffed on my knees in front of you, your girlcock in my mouth, and keeping you just on the edge like you've trained me.
If I make you cum without the command, I know you'll beat my ass until I'm sobbing.
I I let you get too soft, I know I'll get the same treatment.
It's not up to me anymore
You move away, but you make sure I'm taken care of. You give me to someone else. You give me to a man. I was never even remotely bi before belonging to you, but you've blurred that line. You made me learn to take your silicon cock down my throat, or up my ass. Then you'd only let me cum if I had one or the other.
I think you knew what you were going to do even then. It's been months now, and I still don't know his name. If he lets me talk to him, I just call him sir. He calls me cocksucker. He made that true within hours of the handoff, and he made me beg for it after a couple hours of bondage and the hardest belt spanking of my life. I begged to just suck him pretty quickly but he made it clear he wasn't convinced.
"Subbie little bitches will say anything to make a belting stop, so you need to convince me you really want it. I need to know you mean it. You really want my cock in your mouth. You want my taste on your tongue, and my musk on your face. You're desperate to hold my cum in your mouth until I let you swallow, and you can't wait to have that taste in your mouth all night. Now, how about 20 more strokes while you think about that?"
ZOMG
Cold Caning: No warmup, maximum intensity.
Flavor country
Wear rubber all day. Make me lick you clean after.
Scent training
Condition me to crave your scent -- pits, feet, crotch, sweat. Stretch your underwear over my face for hours so the only scene is you.
Then swap in your other partner's scent, so I crave them, too, and submit to them even before I meet them.
conditioning
I know when we start seeing each other that you have a male partner. It's unspoken that, eventually, I'll either have to submit to him, too, or be dumped. I keep seeing you.
Eventually you start talking about. You explain you will train me to want him, too, even though I'm not even a little bit bi. You tease my cock as you talk about HIS cock on your lips. You explain that I need to work on my gag reflex because he won't like it if I can't take him deep. "He'll punish you severely. He'll take you over his lap and belt your ass until you're a sobbing mess, and you won't be able to sit down for a week. You don't want that to happen, do you?"
I shudder. "No m'am."
One overnight I'm locked in a cage in her playroom, buckled into a straightjacket. My dick throbs in its cage. I barely sleep. She enters, suddenly, and squats next to the cage.
"Open your mouth." she likes to spit in my mouth. I'm used to it. I comply.
She doesn't spit. She reaches under her long t-shirt and then brings her fingers into my mouth. They're covered in cum.
"Eat it."
I hesitate.
"Eat it or I'm getting the cane."
I comply. She feeds me what must be the whole of the load, scooping it out of herself and making me suck it off her fingers. She talks about how hard he fucked her, how rigid he was, how he said he was looking forward to when it would be his turn to work me over. Mouthful after mouthful I swallow. She calls me a cum dumpster. When she's done, she steps out of her panties and stretches them over my face. The crotch is sticky with his cum.
"Now that you've had it, you can never go back to being someone who doesn't eat cum. Sleep well."
It's time for real punishment
It was an intense evening. She'd come home from work, and invented a reason why I needed some cage time -- I mean, she didn't need a reason; we were long past safewords and pretending, so I was crouched in cramped cage, hooded and gagged, while she poked me with a cattle prod and random intervals.
It was a game she liked quite a bit.
"Honey, things have gotten a little stale, and I don't really feel like you're truly embracing your status here. That needs to change."
ZAP.
"I mean, sure, I can send you into blubbering hysterics with this prod, or the cane. I can smack your balls around until you're incoherent with pain. I can fuck your throat with a strapon until you're hoarse. But you know I'll stop. You know I'll eventually get too wound up, and make you get me off with your mouth again. And that's unfair to both of us."
ZAP ZAP
"See, I want to know you've been truly punished, and my arousal ruins it. And I know you want that, too. So this weekend you're going away for a few days, maybe a week."
ZAP
"There's a facility an hour or so away that specializes in this sort of thing. They're going to come get you tomorrow, so I'm not going to let you out of your cage tonight. You'll be bundled up into their van, and away you'll go!
"There's a rotating staff, so you'll never be bored. I've selected a program for you that I'm sure you'll find difficult. They'll go for maximum depersonalization and deconstruction. You'll be shaved, temporarily marked, and retrained for your entire stay. There are specialists there in every sort of torment, from whipping and caning to stress bondage positions to psychological torment. Sleep deprivation is a key part of the package. I'm told they absolutely guarantee you'll be weeping and begging within an hour of arrival, but no safeword exists there any more than it does here."
ZAP
"I think my favorite part of this is what you haven't even yet thought of. You can take pain. I love that about you. But I think the abandonment inherent here is new territory, and that's not all that's new. See, the staff there will also be allowed to use you. The whole staff. The women, yes, but also the men. In fact, mostly the men.
"You've learned, as my pet, that you worship your goddess' pussy after you've been tormented. But you love pussy. You love women. This experience is going to teach you to love cocks, because it's only when you're pleasing your captors that you'll get any respite at all. I quite look forward to watching this happen."
Her hands are on my head. She removes the hood, and I blink at the light. She points to a timer on the wall set to twelve hours. She presses a button. 11:59:59. 11:59:58.
"That's when they're coming. And it's the last time you'll know the schedule. Am I sending you away for a day, or a few days, or a week? I want you to have no idea. I want you lost in fear and torment, and when you come home I want you to remember that I did this to you.
"Sweet dreams."
New Jewelry, Every Time
You want me to have pierced nipples, but you don't want them to heal and be comfortable. So every time you want me to wear nipple rings to some event, you pierce me again.
They come out when we get home. So I can heal up. So you can push the needle through again in a month or two, and hear me gasp, and watch my eyes fill up with tears, and see me squirm while you push the jewelry through the new holes again.
Husband Strictly Corrected
"Peaches and Lola - Respect Women (Cancelled Husband Faces Discipline at Home)" from SpankingTube
MY bottom clenched when she threw on that leglock. You knew she was going to light his backside on *fire*.
Very Real Punishment
From "pair2spanktoo" at SpankingTube...
I imagine she's come home to discover he's not done what he was told.
Or maybe it's bigger than that. He's been misbehaving all week, and she told him there'd be a serious correction session on Saturday. He's been worried about it for days. She's been anticipating it for days.
Maybe as part of it, he was rude about her going out. Maybe she's taken a lover, and he's acting out because of it. It doesn't change anything, of course. But she knows she has to nip this impudence in the bud. She still goes on her date, but explains he'll get what he deserves when she comes home.
She pushes well past tears into real sobs. He's very sorry. She keeps going until he's past sorry into surrender, devotion. Done, she holds him briefly before pushing him to her feet. He knows to kiss and worship until she pulls his head between her thighs. Correcting him leaves her aroused; he must provide relief or the spanking will continue.
And because she's been on her date, well, she's going to taste different this time.
distilling what i want
You control me. It's TPE, and 24x7, but with practical limits. I work at home and am never on camera tho, so you have pretty free reign.
You like to restrain me, safely but securely, until i'm a needy begging puddle, or longer. The restraints are safe and there's no danger so really it's as long as you want.
You like to hurt me, but you know ways to do it that are safe but cruel. I'm afraid of them, and maybe that's why you do them. That, and the fact that it arouses you to do it.
You don't let me cum. My dick is locked up, and you only take it out to clean me every week or so. I'm not allowed to see it outside the cage. You like how desperate it makes me.
You teach me to obey, with gentle but firm reinforcement. My obedience becomes responses to stimulus, not things i think about.
My mouth gets used a lot, whenever you want. Your sex, sure, but also your feed, your pits, anywhere on your body. You like me to worship your sweat, your scent, your essence. You train me to crave it. I have a trigger that puts me on my knees, ready to serve.
You care for me and give me aftercare when you've been hard on me, but without compromising the dynamic. I learn that sucking your nipples or sex make me calm. You stroke my head and tell me I'm a good boy when I do it, as the tears dry on my face.
I want this. And I don't care if you're a man or a woman or something in between.
I want to be trained so well that it’s automatic
I mindlessly go about the routine YOU programmed, react to cues in the way YOU embedded in my mind, and unconsciously do exactly what YOU wanted all along
why do i want this
We both know what we are
I notice you across the room as soon I come in. You're put together in just the right way even though you've clearly just stopped in on your way home from the gym. You see me looking. You can tell I'm nervous and submissive before I say a word. You catch me eye, and walk towards me.
Your tight top emphasizes your curves, and is sheer enough on top to print the rings in your perfect nipples. Your yoga pants betray a bluge that at once terrifies and excites me.
You're bold. One hand, suddenly on my throat. The other below, cupping my balls through may pants. I stiffen. You laugh. "I'm bigger," you growl into my ear. "Want to come play with me and learn your place?"
"I never..."
"Don't care. You're subby, aren't you?" I nod. "Are you obedient?" I nod again. "Then be open to it." A kiss. Your probing tongue. I blush. "Kneel," you whisper. Somehow I do. "Ask me to take you home."
I do.
Exciting new levels of broken
Make me learn "facts" that are wrong. Quiz me on them. Punish me when I answer "incorrectly".
Grounded in the bathroom
Not my fault if you were too noisy last time and disturbed my guests for the movie night.
You will remain safely gagged and locked here until I send them away. Theyare used to it and won’t even aknowledge you if needing to use the bathroom. Don’t disturb them or stare, dirty slut ! Next time if you are quiet and docile, you will be allowed on the living room rug near my feet for the evening. hope you learn to behave! Probably will release you right after our movie, but if I charm one of them and have her spend the night. Wish me luck and see you tomorrow morning if that is the case.
We’d been at dinner for about half an hour when she looked at me in that certain way and said “When we get home, I’m going to hurt you. Does that make you excited?”
“Yes m’am.”
“I’m going to hurt you a lot. I’m going to make you cry, and then hurt you more. It’s going to be a very long night for you. I want you fragile. I want you compliant. Thinking about you on your knees, bruised and begging, is making me incredibly wet, do you know that?”
“yes m’am.” I was sweating now.
“I feel like caning you. I feel like hurting your balls. I feel like shocking them and watching you squirm while i masturbate.”
Her hand was below the table. I could tell she was stroking herself, but she never broke eye contact with me.
“In fact, I think it’s time you spent some time in the chair again, don’t you? It’ll be nice to have the bed to myself after I wear myself our on you, don’t you think?”
I shuddered. The chair was a thing she’d seen on Kink and had me build for us. It was designed for “nondamaging prolonged discomfort,” and she’d only strapped me in once before.
Now, apparently, she intended me to spend the night in it.
“Give me your keys and wallet.” I looked at her quizzicly. “NOW.”
I did. She popped them in her purse. “Can’t have you running off, now, can we?” She rose. I started to follow, but she pushed me back into my chair. “Just the ladies, love. Wait here like a good boy.”
When she came back, she stood in front me and smiled evily. “Open.”
“Huh?”
“Open your mouth or I’ll start the beating here.”
I complied. She stuffed her panties into my mouth. They were wet -- very wet -- and acrid. She’d peed on them. She wiped her hand on my face.
“Good boy.”
She dropped some cash on the table.
“So when we get home, I want you to strip in the garage, and crawl into the basement. Lock your collar around your neck, and lock your hands behind your back. Then wait.”
She liked waiting. The basement was cold, and the collar was heavy.
“I think I’ll start with a little time-out. You like time-out, don’t you? With some special sauce?”
I did not. Time out meant a stressful tie and a long wait before something worse -- and during the wait, it always got worse. Special sauce meant she was going to rub IcyHot on my balls before we started, too. If was s
“Then I’m going to spank your balls. I really love how you howl when I do that, but if you make too much noise I’ll gag you.
Evil Chastity Regime
You lock it up. First it's plastic, because over time the resting state gets smaller. Months in, you switch to metal. At some point, there's a Prince Albert, to keep me secure.
You restrain me and blindfold me when you take it off to clean me, which grows to feel incredibly intimate. You say you want me to forget what my dick looks like out of the cage. I crave these moments it even though you smack my balls if I get hard, and use ice to shrink me when it's over.
My orgasms get rarer and rarer. At first, sure, it's a restrained hand job every couple weeks, but that stretches to a month, then six or eight weeks. You smear my cum on my face, then into my mouth. Sometimes you lick it up and spit it into my mouth.
You decide I should get pegged to cum from now on, and so I am. You caress me as you rail me, stretch me. You discover a dildo that tickles my prostate. I have a weird kind of orgasm that way -- I dribble cum, but I get no release. You tell me it's "medically sufficient" and so real orgasms get even more rare, as long as you make me "cum like a little bitch" every month or so.
Then you get creative. If I don't need a regular orgasm anymore, than you want to make them more significant. And you decide you want me to be afraid of them. You tell me that in six months, you'll give me the best hand job of my life, but that afterwards I'll get punished for it. I know you mean it. I know you know that after I cum, my tolerance for pain is low. I know this excites you.
The first time you set a date, it's been over a year since I had a real orgasm. I'm desperate to feel your hand around me again, to really get off again. But you tell me that afterwards, you're going to cane me, and I'll have no safeword. You tease me when you say this. You make me desperate for it, but also terrified.
The day comes and you tie me down, bent over the spanking bench. You kiss my lips and whisper your excitement into my ear. With your sex close to my face, it's easy to smell your own desire. The cage comes off, and I'm loose again.
You lube your hand and start stroking. A bit, then a break. A bit more, and a break. You cup my balls, gently, then firmly. You tease my ass. Delicate fingers on my glans, just enough to make me twitch. But then you start talking about how much you're going to hurt me when I cum. You tell me this is the new way, and you need to make it so bad I fear orgasms. You want me to beg you to never give me another one, and the only way to do that is pain. My animal brain doesn't care. My dick is throbbing. You squirt more lube and stroke the full length of me once, twice, three times, and I explode before you start the fourth. I'm immediately terrified.
You smear up the cum from the floor and feed it to me. "Eat it up, little bitch boy." You smile. "Now it's my turn."
There is no warmup. The strokes start strong and come steady, with suitable pauses between them, but continuing inexorably, rhythmicly, brutally. I'm in tears quickly. I'm begging. I'm pleading. I'm apologizing.
"Oh, I know, honey. But this is how you learn. You'll be very, very sorry when I'm done. But that won't be for a while, and then you'll know what your nasty little orgasm cost, won't you?"
