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If you really want to be my good girl the first thing you’ll learn is not to touch what’s mine, nomatter how drippy or needy it may get. I’m not unkind though, to help you adjust I’ll let you spend the first few months with your hands cuffed behind you.
Mmmm I need this
The marks aremy favorite part
Dinner
I put on my earrings and touch up my lipstick before coming out of your still steamy bathroom, entering unseen into the kitchen of your studio. I take advantage of your lapse in attention to lean against the doorway and watch you button your shirt in front of your closet, before turning with tie in hand to face the mirror. This is when you notice me in the doorway, dressed in my gold on black cocktail dress, stiletto heels, and pearls, making no effort to hide my obvious staring.
“Don’t let me stop you.” I smile, waving my manicured hand for you to carry on.
You laugh and shake your head, scanning my long figure once more before turning to the mirror and looping the tie around your neck. I stare a little longer before resuming my own ready making, moving around the room gathering lipstick, keys, ID, and phone into my sparkling black clutch. Every time our paths cross I will lightly brush my fingertips across your arm, back, or neck, leaving goosebumps in their path.
You are taking me out to a new restaurant downtown, the one with a gin cocktail I am in love with and the best desserts. I never get tired of dressing up and going out on your arm. On the walk to the restaurant you are entirely the gentleman, lending me your coat when the breeze picks up and opening the door with a hand on the small of my back.
We sit at the end of the elegant bar, in a quieter corner almost to ourselves. As the evening, and the cocktails, continue I shift in my seat to face you, leaning in while crossing my long legs, letting one heeled toe trace lines against the inside of your leg. My painted nails swirl my drink hypnotically even while I bat my lashes at you with a sparkle in my eyes.
When our dessert comes I insist my hands are busy with my drink and you simply must feed me the first bite. Always the gentleman you oblige with a “Yes Ma’am” and a nod of your head. You catch me off guard with your chuckling smirk and eyes that seem to laugh along and I need to take a moment to compose myself while you gather up the perfect bite.
I keep my eyes on you as I wrap my red lips around the spoon you offer up to me, your eyes fixed on my mouth even after you set down the spoon. I lick, then bite, my lip for you, knowing beyond a doubt that you are thinking of my pretty lips around the hard dick I know you are packing.
I slowly run my hand up your thigh and my thoughts are confirmed when I find you hard beneath my touch and you push up ever so slightly into my hand. Chuckling I lean forward so that I can whisper in your ear.
“Distracted by something?” I murmur, my lips almost touching your ear, my breath sending goosebumps across your neck. I take advantage of my body blocking anyone’s view to stroke you more through your pants, making you groan softly into my hair, one hand moving to grip my thigh as I slowly pull away, a wicked smile on my lips. For just a moment you slip your hand further up my already short dress, drawing a gasp and small moan from em as you just barely touch between my thighs.
Seamlessly you move from teasing me to motioning for the check, deciding that it’s time to take me somewhere you don’t have to be subtle. Thank goodness the bartender is quick, as you have resumed your teasing and I am getting more and more needy every minute. We hurry out of the crowded restaurant and I turn and head for your apartment. You however have other plans and pull me into a small alley after only a few yards. It is clear that even if I was leading earlier it was now you who is calling the shots, making me melt even more.
Your firm hands pin me against the wall even while they roam from my hair to my nipples then up my skirt. Meanwhile, my hands have already made themselves busy, quickly unbuttoning your fly. I eagerly push closer to you and slip my hand into your briefs to stroke and tug your butch cock, succeeding in making you press me harder into the wall as you moan low and rock against my hand.
Quickly you move to pull your dick free and I eagerly drop to my knees in front of you. I can hardly wait for you to get yourself situated before I wrap my lips around your tip. You wrap your strong hands in my curled hair and lean your head back as you feel me bob up and down on your cock. As I start to take you faster and deeper I feel your hard grip firmer in my hair as you buck back into my pretty mouth. Eager to show off for you I take you deep and messily.
Just as quickly as we began you pull out and lift me up, giving me a moment to catch my balance and stretch my legs, but only a moment. Blissfully soon your hand is reaching back up my skirt and moving my underwear to the side.
“Let me see how wet you are princess.” It’s a strong but loving command in my ear and I sigh into you as your fingers slide easily over my already aching clit to find that I am soaked and needy for you.
“What a naughty girl getting so worked up over some teasing and a blowjob. And in public too!”
I moan as you slip one, then two, fingers into my dripping pussy.
It’s not long before I am squirming under your hands, with you practically holding me up as your thumb circles my clit and your fingers push inside of me. I feel myself hanging right on the verge of coming, and so do you. Your hand tightens in my hair.
“That’s it sweetheart, good girl. Come for me, there you go. Come for me like my good obedient slut, good girl, good girl!”
I shudder hard in your grip and dig my nails into your jacket, trying to stay quiet as you make me come right there on the street.
“That’s very good, now open up sweetheart.” I open my mouth again and take in your fingers, salty but sweet from my cum, a mess for to happily clean up for you.
“Good girl, now let’s get home so I can finish fucking you hm?”
“Yes please” is my only response as I contentedly tuck myself under your arm.
Decide for Myself
“I made up my mind, and I want to decide for myself again. I want to cum.”
I see. Are you edging now?
“No, but-”
How can I take you seriously that you want an orgasm if you’re not even close to it? Panties down, please.
“Yes, Sir, but-”
Quiet please. Right to the edge, nice and hard.
“Yes, Sir. I’m there. It’s always right there…”
Good. Do you still want to decide for yourself? You still want to cum?
“I do. Please, Sir.”
Okay, I’ll count you down from twenty, and when I say cum, you’ll have a big, full orgasm. Twenty.
“Oh yes, thank you, Sir!”
I’m going to miss this, my little slut. Nineteen.
“We’ll do more, Sir. I just need one. It’s just too much for me.”
I understand, but we won’t do more. Eighteen.
“What? Why?”
Of course you can take back control whenever you wish, but it doesn’t go back and forth. I’m not going to accept it again. Seventeen.
“Sir! That’s not fair!”
Not fair? I think it’s quite reasonable and right for me to determine whether I’m willing to take the responsibility of controlling a girl’s orgasm. Sixteen.
“Sir! Please stop counting. I just want a little break.”
If I stop counting, I won’t start again. If you want to cum with me one last time, this is how we’ll do it. Fifteen.
“Sirrrr…”
Should I stop counting?
“I…”
Should I?
“No, but-”
Then keep edging. I didn’t tell you you could stop. Fourteen.
“Oh, God, Sir, I want you to control my orgasms. I just want to decide just this once. I need one.”
I’m confused. Either you want me to control them or you don’t. Thirteen.
“I do… I just…”
Twelve.
“Oh, God. I’m so close, I just want to feel it.”
Then you have a choice to make don’t you? Eleven.
“Please? Please can’t I have it just this once and then go back to normal?”
No. Ten.
“No, no no no… I don’t want to give this up.”
Then you don’t have to. You wanted to decide, so now you get to decide. Nine.
“I don’t know what I want. It’s too much…”
Stay close. When we get to zero, you will either ask me to let you cum, or to not let you cum. Eight.
“Ask…”
That’s right. If you ask to cum you’ll have a nice big orgasm with me, and then you’ll be back in control. Seven. If you ask me not to cum, then I’ll take this one away, like all the others, and I’ll keep control. Six.
“Oh, God. I can’t decide. I want it so bad.”
Five. Really close. Really hard. If you cum, we want it to be a really good one right? Four.
“Yes, Sir, but I… I just want to cum!”
I know. Three.
“Please…”
Your choice. Two. One.
“Nnnnnnghhhh…”
What do you want?
“P-please… please don’t let me cum, Sir.”
Oh, that makes me so happy. Hands off now, okay? Good girl.
“Oh, Sir, it’s so, so hard.”
I know. It will always be hard. That’s all I’ve ever promised you, isn’t it?
“Yes, Sir.”
Come here then. That was a really nice one you gave me. So hard and so close. I loved it.
“Th-thank you. Thank you, Sir.”
You’re very welcome, little one.
Oh. So so achy but no orgasms for this good girl… just more ache and neediness.
Yes Ma’am. I’ll do whatever you want me to.
i just want to be your good girl, riding your thigh with my hands tied behind my back, letting you feel how wet and messy i am for you and being so desperate to touch you that i settle for the slow torture of grinding. i want you to tell me how pathetic i look and keep a strong grip on my hips while you guide me slowly to tease me even more. i want you to get so fed up with my whining and begging that you flip me over, put your fingers in my mouth, and pound into me til i’m shaking and crying. i want you to take me and own me completely
nice idea: my fingers in ur mouth as ur desperately trying to get urself off on my leg. my hand on ur throat to quiet ur whining.
Yes please
Black Out Lenses
I have just discovered that contact lenses can be used to render someone completely and temporarily blind. I love the concept;
They can’t be yanked away or come loose like a blindfold. They dont cover up the face of a pretty little thing and gosh darn it do they not look intriguing. Talk about control. You could bring your girl out on the town and pretend she’s blind. Maybe leave her to stumble around in darkness until she panics. You could put handcuff on her and let her try to get around the house blind for a day like a punishment. You could put them in and let her service a number of men without her ever knowing who they were. Here is a video of a girl, wearing them, being used. Sold here, here and here. All that I am lacking now is a girl obedient enough to accept me controlling even her sight.
*waits for the day that I get absolutely destroyed by a girl with a strap on*
Still relevant
How long did your longest edging session last?
Actually, very recently I would say about two weeks with a few hours of intense torture. The domme that I play with currently, K, was fucking me a few weekends ago, making me cum all over her strap over and over again. She was ramming my sore pussy and I was about to orgasm again and she abruptly pulled out of me. She then told me I wasn't going to cum until she said to, and that it would be days away if I was a good girl. She ordered me to edge myself with my wand for an hour everyday. I obeyed and finally got to see her when she was back in town after a vacay. She tied me down, legs spread, and started flogging my overly sensitive clit. She alternated until I was a drippy begging mess.
I love your posts - thank you for taking the time. I hope you find some interest in my public posts xxx
Thank you. Your blog is super sexy as well
Underrated kink stuff: casual bdsm. Watching a film together but the sub is gagged and bound. Playing boardgames but the sub has a vibrator strapped to them. Cooking dinner but the sub has a plug in their ass and their nipples are clamped. Hanging out together reading a book or something but the dom has their hnds between the sub’s legs. The possibilities are endless.
Love this stuff.
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Date Idea:
You come over. I tie your hands behind your back. Drag you on to the bed by your hair. Tease you until you’re beyond turned on and desperate for me to really fuck you. Then put a gag on you, turn on a movie and laugh while you pathetically try to get my attention. Slap you around when you get too distracting.
Someone please come toy with me
Life is too short to pretend you’re not into some kinky shit.
EZRA MILLER © Ryan Pfluger for Playboy Magazine (2018)
Can’t stop won’t stop
It’s too good to stop
