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concept: you’re sitting on the couch, me on your lap facing away from you and towards the movie on screen. your strap-on is deep inside me, and one hand gently trails its way up and down my body, scratching my thighs and pulling my chest. you bite at the back of my neck and under my ear and along my shoulders as you watch the movie. your other hand holds a vibrator against my clit. you’ve bound my hands to my thighs and my ankles to yours, gagged me and blindfolded me and made me wear noise-cancelling headphones. i can’t sense anything except your hand and your teeth and the vibrator. it’s on high, pressed right against my clit, and between that and the dildo deep in me I can feel my orgasm build and I’m right there and I’m so so close but just as I’m about to tip over you pull the vibe away. it hurts, to be denied again, and I sob with the disappointment of my lost orgasm. you press soothing kisses to my neck, whisper praises even though I can’t hear them, until I’ve calmed down and very slowly, you press the vibe against my clit again and begin to roll your hips into me.

you told me, before we began, that i’d get to come at the end of the movie.

ten minutes before the end, you paused it. that was forty-five minutes ago. you deny me for the nth time and smile against my shoulder as I cry.

“almost done.” you say soothingly, even though I can’t hear it. you wait til I’ve stopped shaking, and then, with the movie still paused, turn the vibe to its highest setting and start fucking into me. you don’t move it away this time, and as I cum, you press play.

“baby girl,” you chide, taking off my headphones and removing the blindfold. “you only had ten minutes left, you couldn’t hold it? that wasn’t very good of you.” around the gag, i sob. the orgasm ebbs away, but you don’t move the vibe, you don’t stop slow, heavy, hard thrusts into me.

i whine from the overstimulation, my bound ankles trying to pull away from yours. you stay firm, and i jerk in place. “ten minutes left,” you say with disappointment. “since you wanted to come so bad, how about ten more orgasms? you can do that for me baby girl, take your punishment so well? you wanna be good sweetheart, don’t you?”

i’m sobbing now, my chest heaving, my legs shaking, it’s starting to hurt, the vibrator, the thrusts, perfect painful pleasure washing over my body in waves. but i was bad already, i want to be good, i want to be a good girl, i want to be good for you. tears streaming down my face, i nod.

“that’s it baby girl, you’re so good for me” you praise and that and one more thrust tear my other orgasm from me. i scream through the gag. you bite my neck.

“nine more darling.” you whisper

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I’d like to have what she’s having, please

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Submissive Boys are just abunch of fun buttons you can press that make cute noises.

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Everyone reblog this as much as possible over the next two weeks for good luck

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btw a huge turn on? bottoms who aren’t embarrassed about the hickeys you leave on their neck, who wear them with full on pride and a facial expression that screams “yeah bitches, I got laid and marked, u jealous?”

bottoms like that deserve every single mark

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Hi yes someone please give me a hickey

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Brats are so easy to keep under control if you know how to deal with them. They submit so easily if you know which buttons to push - or decide not to push, depending on their behaviour.

They keep provoking, keep on acting like they’re in control, like they could pin you down and take over you, like they know how to manipulate you into doing what they want. They think they know what to say to make you angry and give them the punishment they crave.

But I can play this game just as well. Every time you choose to misbehave, knowing that you are in fact misbehaving, I will just ignore it, encourage you even. Suprise you with my reaction - irritate you. Every time I’ll smile and act like I don’t give a damn.

Oh, my boy, you’ll turn angry and frustrated so fast - it’s no fun at all to get beaten at your own game now, is it? It’s no fun to not get what you want so badly. Want turns into need so quickly, too, doesn’t it? And trust me, I’ll notice the exact moment when you finally realized you lost. I’ll be there then, with a firm voice and a firmer grip around your throat, both so badly needed, and I’ll give you a chance to submit. Without protest, without provokations.

If you’ve struggled long enough already, if the need has grown strong enough, you’ll go down to your knees so easily and willingly, and I’ll give you what you need - a good, hard punishment and afterwards one of the best sessions you’ve ever had.

If you still struggle though and you still got enough strength in you to let out a filthy comment - we’ll start again. Same old game, around and around it goes… until you’ve reached your breaking point.

You think you’re in control? You think you could be in control? Let’s play a game and show you how very wrong you are, brat.

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I am reblogging this solely on the fact that it is so well written that it physically made me shiver

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Chris Hemsworth in Byron Bay, Australia (October 22, 2018)

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I want to take my boy to a fancy restaraunt with a remote control vibrator in him. I want to turn it up and watch him shudder when he tries to order his food, I want to play with him throughout the meal. At some point during dinner I’d reach my foot across and press my boot against his dick while turning the vibrator up. Watch him squirm and struggle to remain composed while I act as if I have no clue what’s wrong with him and chuckle as he tries to keep his mouth shut. Then when we leave and he thinks he’s free I’ll pull him into an alley and slam him up against a wall and tell him what a slut he was being

“You looked like such a slut in there. That’s all you are huh? Sir’s little dirty play thing. You were ready to beg me to fuck you right there, hmm?”

Then I’d grab him by the neck and kiss him. Drag my tongue slowly across his jaw and then bite his ear. Pushing my knee up against his crotch, growling in his ear.

“Look at you, you’re a mess. You can’t even wait to get home, such a dirty boy toy. You just want to be used, you don’t even care who sees do you?”

I’d tighten my grip on his throat and pull him away from the wall, moving my lips to his neck and leaving marks so everyone knows he’s owned. Turning the vibrator up and then off when he starts to grind against my leg. And just as he’s utterly breathless and on the brink of orgasm I’ll turn around and walk away.

“Time to go home my prince, maybe I’ll let you cum tomorrow”