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Thinking about being tied up underneath someone’s desk with my arms behind my back.
Thinking about being forced to constantly felate them while they work.
Thinking about not being able to stop them from teasing and edging my cock while I squirm from the pleasure.
Yeah. Thinking.
LETS FUCKING GOOOO
I *finally* managed to get to my 100 point goal! And all it took was having major anxiety about my voice! Yay!
[Grabs hastily made award] *sniff*
I’d like to take this moment to thank my play partner in crime, and my brother, and my sister, and my mom, and my dad, and my dogs, and my cats, and my snake, and that one kind old lady from the convenience store down the street, and Ryan Reynold, and Superman, and-
So.
Where do I start.
Play partner and I did a bet today.
We were trying to see who could get the other person to touch themselves through words and audios only.
I definitely didn’t win. but I also didn’t lose.
I managed to keep up with somebody with years of kink experience on me.
I’m proud of myself for that.
ALSO HOLY SHIT THE WAY THIS MOTHER FUCKER HAD ME BLUSHING-
Fuck…I feel dizzy. My play-partner in crime and I…we’re enjoying our little dance once more. Last night, while I was taking the lead, I made a blunder of which I’d later enjoyable regret. A beautiful mistake that shows that neither dance partner is truly in control at a given moment.
“I love seeing you break.”
“Will you keep breaking for me?”
Just a few words spoken in a heat of passion, and suddenly, the mood of our waltz has flipped. I no longer lead our movements, but instead am trailed along their own new path of which they’ve chosen for me. I am caught in a flurry of steps and praise and steps and teasing and steps and pleasure, all the while my mind threatens to slip into such blissful silence.
And would I be wrong to crave it? To crave their gentle words and comforting embrace? To strip away my dignity and pride, all for the chance of hearing that sweet praise once more? No, I think not.
I know one day, I’ll take back the lead of our sweet waltz once more. That I’ll have them twirl and dip and bend for my pleasure and amusement. It always happens, and always will, thus our eternal dance. And yet, though I love to have them at my mercy…I will always choose to bend for them again.
Have you ever came to someone’s words of praise? Edged yourself as they whisper sweet nothings in your ear? Gotten yourself so worked up over simple words of kindness and appreciation that you just…couldn’t handle it?
It’s simply divine.
I can’t tell you how grateful I am to have such a kind and understanding toy as my play partner and friend. It’s like they always know just what to say when I’m at my lowest, all to make me feel better. Even when I mess up something, they’re so quick to forgive me for it, and help me push past it. They help me see things in a way I never would have without them. I am truly and eternally grateful for the chance to be an accessory for the cool winter breeze that is my friend.
Guess who managed not to cum during a session today!
It’s me.
Twas I who managed.
BONDAGE.
TIE ME UP.
HOLD ME DOWN.
MAKE ME UNABLE TO MOVE.
PLEASE.
