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How Not To Be Afraid to Top

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There was a huge shake-up within the NYC public scene late 2017 into early 2018. Some big names in the scene were accused of various consent violations, some of them several years old, one after the other. “Pillars” of the (gak) community, as it were. Long time educators and party/convention promoters went down in flames, one by one, almost overnight. The whole thing got very ugly, as we all watched and waited to see who would be next.

While it was going on, I saw a post from a newish top saying they were afraid to be a top because of the “hang ‘em high” atmosphere. There is also a frightening trend of bottoms deciding months, even years later, that something fully consented to at the time is suddenly not. We’ve dubbed it “retroactively withdrawing consent”, and it is a frightening prospect.

That post, and this new trend, prompted this piece.

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There are people who point out that we have to have new subs/bottoms at the parties. Okay. Great. I agree.

We also need new tops in order to have a thriving public scene. If the tops are scared away by the prospect of having their name and reputation dragged through the court of public opinion by someone who was fully consenting at the time, who are the bottoms going to play with? It’s a double-edged sword.

There are plenty of “how to be a bottom” discussions. But there’s not very much “how to be a top” that doesn’t disintegrate into “you must aftercare or you’re a BAD TOP!!!” Once that happens, there can’t be any discussion about topping. The entire thread becomes mired in the endless DO TOO!/DO NOT!!! shouting matches that all-too-often just get a discussion closed.

Many people are focused on the poor, ever-innocent bottom and how that big mean top is totally going to violate them the first chance he gets. No one thinks about how a top might have to protect themselves.

As a top, you also have the right to protect yourself from bad situations. This is a candid article, experienced top to new top, about casual/pick up play at a party, and how to implement an ethic that can go a long way toward building and protecting both yourself and your reputation. Is it foolproof? No. I would never say that. But I do believe that having a plan, and sticking to it, is better than traipsing through the scene with no regard for the consequences.

First a few simple truths:

You don’t have to play with any and every bottom who asks you.
I’ve seen it happen to others and it’s happened to me. A bottom bounces up to you and all but demands you play with them. They don’t even ask. “I want a spanking from you” rather than “would you please give me a spanking”, then they have the nerve to get angry if you say no. Hold your ground. If they get angry that you refuse, would you ever want to play with that person? When someone shows you who they are, believe them.


You can refuse to play with anyone at any time.
Even if you’ve made prior arrangements to play, you can change your mind and not play with them when the time comes. If the bottom can back out at any point, so can the top. That shoe fits equally well on both feet.


You don’t have to have any reason other than “I don’t want to”.
If “no” is a full sentence for bottoms, then it’s a full sentence for tops as well. You don’t have to give an explanation if you don’t want to.


No one has the right to guilt or badger you into topping them.
If it’s not okay for a top to guilt or badger a bottom, then the reverse is also true and the bottom has no right to hound you for play either.

Implement a few simple rules and standards for yourself to follow. Below is a list of simple starting points.

  1. Only play with people who know and understand what they are asking for and agreeing to. Make sure their expectations are reasonable. When it’s clear a person doesn’t understand, or their expectations are unreasonable, respond with straightforward language. Ambiguity is your enemy. Be very specific.

Ex: The bottom wants a caning but no marks. That is an unreasonable expectation. Tell them straight up “You’re being hit with a hard stick. If you can’t accept that there will be marks, don’t do impact.”

You don’t know if the bottom marks easily or not. You don’t know how easily they bruise. You can’t know that. You cannot promise no marks. You cannot promise a bruise won’t pop up three days later.

  1. If the bottom is hesitant, or unable, to explain when you question their understanding of what they want, don’t play with them.

This may seem harsh, but we are talking about your personal safety and reputation within your local scene. Even if you don’t play in public, you can still earn a bad reputation if the bottom does attend events and decides to tell the world about your playtime encounter.

Not to mention: If the bottom cannot articulate/communicate appropriately BEFORE play begins, they won’t magically get any better at it once the endorphins start kicking in. Poor communication skills, from either end of the cane, are your enemy.

  1. If they have a habit of making dramatic mountains out of meaningless molehills, don’t play with them.

Does a person gossip about other people all the time? They’ll gossip about you too. If they do it with former partners, they will do it with you. Don’t think for one minute that they won’t.

  1. During play, less is more. Always leave them wanting more rather than regretting they didn’t say stop.

Casual/pick up play with a stranger you’ve never met before isn’t often dom/sub play. It is topping and bottoming and both parties need to be able to say yes and no along the way. Don’t be afraid to ask “do you want (this) or do you want (that), less or more, harder/softer/the same?” Always offer the option to stop right that moment. If it is the bottom’s choice every step of the way, then it’s all consented to. Abide by the answer unless they are hesitant.

What if they are hesitant?
If they hesitate to say yes, then it’s no. Don’t do that thing.
If they hesitate between more or less, then the answer is less.
Err on the side of caution. Always.
You can always play a bit more later on during the event, or another day.

  1. Keep your fingers, mouth, feet, knees, elbows, implements, etc, away from where they ought not be.

You cannot take liberties with someone you have never played with before. It takes time to build the play partner relationship, to learn each other’s signals. That’s not likely to happen during this half hour of play at a very loud party, when you’ve barely talked about the weather let alone your entire sexual and playtime histories.

So if you haven’t asked if they want it (whatever “it” is), then don’t do it. That includes rubbing the butt or shoulder after a series of impact hits. Ask first, before you start play, if that kind of touching is okay. Some do like it. Some don’t. This is not something to assume once you get going.

Assume nothing.

  1. Regarding after care.
    There are those who demand that all tops and doms must absolutely give aftercare to every bottom, no matter what.

I’m here to tell you they are wrong. In my ten years of public play, wailing on dozens and dozens of different people, the only aftercare I’ve ever performed was to put a band aid on someone’s butt.

I don’t do aftercare. All manner of insults are hurled at me online for saying that. At the party, I get a response of “why would there be?” For all the yammering in online forums, there’s remarkably little of it actually happening at the dungeon.

Not all bottoms want anything more than a hug. Some don’t even want that much. If the bottom doesn’t want you to do anything for them when you’re done playing, then trying to force it on them would be wrong.

Some tops require the care from the bottom, which is quite a turnaround from what is generally considered the norm.

Talk about it as soon as the question “wanna play?” is asked. Whether or not there will be any sort of aftercare should be discussed before you even look at implements and decide what is going to be used. It must be agreed upon from the start. If the bottom wants something you’re not willing to do, or you want the care but the bottom isn’t willing to do what you need, then there’s no point in discussing what type of play will be had.

  1. If you, as the top, have ANY doubts, don’t even start to play.

    Listen to your gut and err on the side of caution. Always.

Watch how people play and behave. I have made decisions about bottoms I won’t play with just watching how they interact with others when asking for play or during a scene.

There’s always another party, another time.

  1. There is a temptation to go to All The Parties. Don’t.

    It’s downright exhausting to try to attend everything. Not to mention expensive. Hit this party or that party. Keep within the confines of your wallet. Find a place you like, or “like enough”, and establish yourself there.

Become known by the regulars of that venue. Learn the familiar faces and become friendly with some of them. As you gain experience, it’s easier to go with confidence to other venues and events.

As you find your place, find your footing, you might start to relax some of these steps. Or not.

It may also happen that someone close to you finds themselves in hot water, and you end up relieved that you’ve stuck to your personal protocols and standards. You might choose never to relax them.

Only you can decide what is going to be right and best for you.

About the Author

TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and twenty fiction books that you can find on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2

You can find more of her work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828

She enjoys crocheting and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.

Sometimes I’m A Kitty Cat

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I snuggled into my Daddy’s chest. Twirled his chest hair in my fingers. There’s so much I love about being with Daddy. Playing games, singing, being silly, taking cares of him (cause little ones know how to do that really good). Bedtime is when we would  talk most sweetly to each other; he made me feel so very safe. I could tell him anything that was in my head and he would listen. Anything at all. At bedtime he rubs my back, gives me forehead kisses, and strokes my hair. When he was petting my hair, I suddenly had an idea that I was super excited about.

“Daddy?!”

“Yes? Little one.”

“Tomorrow, tomorrow I wants to be a kitty cat!!”

“Ohhh? A kitty cat?”

“Uh huh. Wear ears and a tail and meow and purrs and gets petted”

“Mhmmm?” Daddy was sleepy I could tell.

“Yes, Daddy. A kitty cat”

“Okay sweetie. Tomorrow you can be a kitty cat. Tonight though, it’s time for sleepy”

“But Daddy, now I’m excited about being a kitty cat!”

“Little one, even kitty cats need sleep.” He kept playing with my hair.

“Hmmm, okay Daddy. I know time to sleep”

I settled further into his chest and drifted off in Daddy’s arms.

When I woke, Daddy wasn’t in bed, which was strange cause it was Saturday and I get up first on Saturdays usually. I stretched and yawned and rubbed my eyes and got up to use our bathroom. When I came back out, I noticed what was on the dresser. Daddy remembered!!

My kitty ears, gloves with little kitty nails, and my tail. They were all purple cause in our house kitty cats can be purple. I put on my kitty ears and gloves.  But I needed help with the tail. It was a special tail; you could wear it when you didn’t have clothes on cause kitty cats don’t wear clothes. Daddy said it was a plug and you would put it inside and that’s how your tail would stay on. So, even when you’re crawling on the floor it doesn’t fall off.

“Daddy!! I need some help please” I yelled from the top of the stairs.

“Be right there.” Daddy was in the kitchen probably getting breakfast. I was already on the bed in my “putting the tail in” position. That’s just like princess position with your face down on the bed and your bum high in the air.

“Mmmmm good girl,” Daddy said as he walked in. His footsteps came closer and I heard him open something. There was this special stuff that made your parts slippery when you used it.

“Ready little one?”

“Uh huh. Daddy puts the tail in please”

I felt Daddy’s hand on one side of my bottom. Then his finger dipped inside my little bum hole. Daddy usually put some of that stuff inside before my tail. I felt the plug go in. I likes the way it feels. Daddy gave my bottom a quick swat.

“All set you pretty kitty”

I meowed at him.

He petted my back and I arched to meet his hand.

“Kitty kitty I have a game for us to play”

I meowed again cause kitty cats don’t talk.

Daddy got something from his dresser. When he brought it over I could see that it was a purple collar with a little bell. I loved it. Purple to match his purple kitty.

He put it around my neck and did up the clasp.

“Purrrrfect,” he smiled at me. “Kitty cats, little one, are very quiet when they move. They are almost silent. That’s why some owners put bells on collars so they know where their kitty cat has gone”

I turned over so he could pet my tummy.

“I want to see how quiet you can be. You will crawl around the house just like a kitty. If I hear that bell though, I’m going to come find you, and then… well you’ll see, understood?”

Oh, I loved Daddy’s games. I meowed again to show that I understood. Daddy patted my head and stroked my tail and then left the room. I needed to be very, very quiet.

I slipped off the bed and down to the floor carefully. The bell moved, but didn’t ring. I began to crawl across the floor of our room slowly. I made it to the hall with no ringing. But the stairs!! I turned around to back down them so I could stay on my knees but the bell hit the stair above as I moved down and it rung.

“Don’t you move” Daddy’s voice carried through the house. I didn’t move an inch.

“Tsk Tsk, little kitty, Daddy heard that bell. So naughty, what should we do about it?” Daddy was already behind me. He made my princess parts tingle with his words. What would he do? Then he struck. I knew rights away it was the flogger. Across my bottom, across my back over and over. I cried out at first, but soon settled into it, arching my back to meet the flogger. It made my little honey pot drip. Daddy knew it and paused to dip a finger inside.

“So wet already pretty kitty.” He brought his finger to my mouth.

“Lick it kitty, lick Daddy’s finger clean.” I looked in Daddy’s eyes and licked his finger; it was so good tasting myself on his him. I tasted soooo sweet.

“Mmmmm good kitty, another try? Don’t you let that bell ring.”Daddy left the stairs. My bottom stung, but I knew now to be extra careful to keeps the bell away from the stairs. This time  I made it to the bottom.

I started down the hall towards the living room. It felt like it was taking forever and ever to get there so, I moved a little faster, but my arms came up too quick and it knocked the bell, and it rung loud again.

“Kitty, kitty! Don’t you move!” And there was Daddy in front of me undoing his belt already. I tried to move fast. Cause kitties can be fast and I didn’t care about that bell ringing anymore. I wanted to be away from Daddy’s ouchie belt.

Daddy caught my leg and pulled me back towards him; I kicked and hissed (that’s the sound kitties make when they are mad).

“You hissing at me kitty?” He had a tight grip on my leg and down came his belt across my bottom hard.

“Stop struggling you naughty thing, “ He hit me again two more times til I stopped trying to gets away. I laid quiet on the floor. Daddy’s fingers were now searching inside my princess parts feeling how wet he had made me. Slowly sliding inside and out, I lifted my body up so he could go deeper.

“Oh, you frisky, little kitten. You want to play?”

I meowed and pushed back into his hand. But he stopped and wiped my wetness off his fingers and down my back.

“Turn around.”

I did what Daddy asked cause I was a good kitty (well, mostly). He now stood with his jeans undone and his yummy Daddy part was out. And it was hard. I liked that I made Daddy that way.

“Here Kitty Kitty, come get your treat.”

I moved closer to Daddy and looked up in his eyes.

“Lick your treat.” That’s all he needed to say.

I stuck out my little kitty tongue and began to give slow, long licks at first, making sure I got every inch of his hard Daddy part. Then, I opened my kitten mouth and took just the tip in, flicking my tongue against him. Daddy moaned. He grabbed my head and pulled me straight into him over and over.  I continued to suck and let him use my little mouth. Faster and harder. It made my eyes all watery when he did this. Sometimes I made that sound like before you throw up. Gagging on him as he hit the very back of my throat. I felt Daddy tense up and I knew what was coming. But he pulled out instead and he slid his hand up and down his Daddy part until his Daddy cum came spurting out. He held a little purple dish and caught all of it in there.

“Such a good little kitty for Daddy.” He put the purple dish on the floor in front of me. Patted my head.

“You know what to do.”

And Daddy watched carefully as I licked and lapped that purple dish clean. I’m such a good little kitty cat (sometimes).

About the Author

GlassMenagerie has a love and fascination with the written word, and the way it has the power to elicit different feelings in the reader, especially desire.

The last year has been one of self-discovery as she stumbled upon the world of kink, and found the very things she had been craving down in her core, at last, began to make sense.

Writing most often about her journey as a submissive (identifying as a Babygirl and Little), she enjoys sharing her erotic fiction and poetry on Fetlife. Her work is sometimes a reflection of her past experiences or just her kinky mind running wild.

https://fetlife.com/users/8127037

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Surrendering To Her

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“Ready” by Sir Render
Original reference from stockingsandsubmission.tumblr.com
Commissioned as an avatar piece

I love it when you are blindfolded. Surrendering your vision to me is such a beautiful expression of your submission. There is nothing I find quite as appealing as knowing that you are there, wearing what I have chosen for you, unable to see what I am wearing or bringing with me when I arrive.

I instructed you to change and be ready by 6:00 p.m., and that I would be there between 6:15 and 7:00. The uncertain time is part of the appeal. Once you have dressed and put on your blindfold, the passage of time becomes uncertain. The waiting, the anticipation is all you have.

I entered the room, quietly. I know that the door opening announced my presence, but my footsteps are soft as I enter. I turn the corner, and you are there, kneeling on the king-sized bed that dominates the room, illuminated only by the light of the bedside lamp. You are a vision of loveliness. The blindfold I provided is black, obscuring your features like a mask, with thick lace covering the eyeholes. You are also wearing a lacy, black bra with matching panties, but nothing else. Your hands are flat on the bed beside you, and your head is down. I love seeing you like this. Submissive and willing and waiting.

I whisper quietly to the person who accompanied me into the room. You are unaware of their presence – or are you? You have betrayed no sign of knowing that they are there. However, that could simply be because you know I do not wish for you to move until I have given you permission to.

Sitting on the bed next to you, I lean over and whisper in your ear. “Thank you for waiting, pet. Not long ago, you told me that there were things you wished to do, or rather wished to have done to you, that you would not normally desire, simply because you know it would please me. Do you remember this, pet? You may speak.”

“Yes, sir,” you say with some trepidation in your voice.

“I am going to make one of those fantasies come true tonight,” I tell you as I gesture to our guest. You feel their weight join us on the bed;  I feel you stiffen with tension and then force yourself to relax.

I take your chin in my hand, and turn you to face me, kissing you fiercely. My tongue invades your mouth, penetrating past your teeth as I press my lips to your own. Our guest watches us, and I can see that they are getting excited by this display.

I turn your head away from me to face our guest. They lean in, their lips touch yours for the first time. Their kiss is more gentle, more delicate, probing, not claiming. But, they are not staking you out as their property; they are here at my request to be with you. Their hand reaches up to touch your face, and for the first time as you feel their long, delicate fingers and pointed fingernails, you realize beyond a doubt that the third person in the room is another woman.

She breaks the kiss with you, and her hand begins to slowly explore your toned frame, touching your hair, your arms, your shoulders, your torso. Fingertips gently slip under the strap of your bra, tracing down almost to touch your breasts, but stopping just before they slip under the cups.

She leans in to kiss you again, this time more passionately, one arm wrapping around you, embracing your quivering body. For the first time, you are able to get a sense of her. She is shorter than you, fuller in figure with a larger bust, which you can feel pressing against you. At my instruction, she had stripped down to her own bra and panties along with a pair of stockings held up with elastic garters.

“She’s beautiful,” she says to me as you hear her voice for the first time; I wonder if you know who she is.

“Sir, do I get to see her?” you ask as I lean back against the headboard. I am still fully dressed, but the sight of the two of you embracing has already made me hard beneath my trousers. I kick off my shoes, swing my legs onto the bed, still leaving plenty of room for you both.

“No, you do not. Not yet.”

“But she can see me…”

“Indeed. Because she wanted you as much as she wanted to do this for me. And I wanted to show my pet off to her.”

“But…”

“Are you questioning me, pet?”

I know that you know the words that can make this stop. I do not wish to prompt you, but I find myself wondering if you will invoke them.

“No sir.” You pause for a moment. “Green light,” you say quietly.

I smile, and whisper in your ear, “You can stop at any time, remember that. However, it pleases me that you’re willing to continue.”

“Only for you, Sir.”

I lean back away from the two of you.

“Give yourself over to the moment, pet. I want to watch the two of you explore one another, and undress each other.”

I see a faint blush come to your cheeks, and I know that you are considering the reality of the moment. I smile as I see you accept this truth, and you turn back to her, blindly searching for her mouth with your own as your hands reach out to cup her full breasts through the satin bra she’s wearing.

Her nipples are thick and prominent, always sensitive, and I see them stiffening and elongating through her bra at your touch. I watch as the two of you trade open mouthed kisses as you feel her tits through the satin. Your palm rubs across her nipple as your fingers touch the sensitive flesh flowing over the cups of the bra. Your fingertips slide under the cup as she breaks your kiss and pushes you back until you are supine, lying beneath her.

Her mouth descends to your neck, kissing and biting as her hands slip under your lithe form, reaching behind you to undo your bra, revealing your delicate breasts to her eyes, hands, and mouth. I watched, enraptured, as for the first time your nipple was taken into the lips of a woman. Were your eyes closed under the mask? What were you thinking? As she suckled at your breast, I imagined that her teeth and tongue were lavishing attention onto your nipple. She turned her head to me without releasing your breast, and I saw the wicked sparkle in her eye.

That was when I heard it-so soft that I could barely hear it. The soft sigh of contentment – not quite a moan – escaping your lips. I smiled. You are so beautiful in your pleasure and surrender.

Her right hand slides up to stroke your other breast, and I watch as her left descends to the lacy waistband of your panties. Her fingertips toy with the elastic; she gives me a look from the corner of her eye, silently asking for permission to disrobe you. I shake my head, wanting to prolong the moment. She throws a small nod my way to acknowledge my request.

She unlatches her mouth and slides back up to face you. Her left hand has left the waistband of your panties and is now gripping your ass as she grinds herself against you. She kisses you again, and tells you “I want you to play with my tits.”

She rolls over to her side, pulling you on top of her, and you turn to face me, still unseeing, but knowing where my presence is. “Sir?” you ask.

“It would please me very much to see you do so, pet.”

You do not speak, but bring your mouth down to her neck and begin kissing and biting your way lower to her full breasts. Your teeth and tongue start to explore her through the satin, and she lets out a throaty moan. “Yes, that’s it…” she says as she tangles one hand in your hair, pulling you tighter to her.

You reach behind her, undoing her bra, and as soon as her thick nipples are revealed, you turn to face me again. “Is this what you want, Sir? My mouth on her?” Your tongue ventures out, just ever so slightly flicking the tip of her nipple.

“Very much so, pet,” I say, my voice husky with desire.

And with that, you do not hesitate before bringing her breast into your mouth. Your lips pull back as your teeth gently clamp down on the nipple, and her moan is echoed by my own whisper of “Yes….”

“That’s it. Lick me, bite me, ohhh! Suck my tits. God, this feels so good….” Her litany continues as your mouth lavishes attention on her breasts, and your hands quickly come into play, squeezing the other breast, thumb rubbing back and forth against the nipple, fingernails gently scraping the delicate skin. Her breasts are so different from yours, larger, fuller, her nipples thicker and longer and much more sensitive. I know that you are not naturally attracted to women, but as your mouth and hands play, I sense that you are beginning to get into this. Not only because it pleases me – and it does – but also from the natural curiosity and exploration of a female form that is so different from your own.

I am so focused on watching your oral and digital worship of her breasts. Because of her sudden gasp I notice that one of your hands has made its way between her thighs, and is now stroking her pussy through her satin panties. Even from several feet away I can see the damp patch from where you have made contact with her; she bucks her hips up to meet your hand.

Tempted though I am to see how much further you would take this on your own, I am beginning to feel neglected, and my cock has seldom been harder than it is right now due to watching the two of you pleasure each other. “Enough,” I command. “Come to me.”

I reach out my left hand to guide you to my left, while she gets on hands and knees and crawls over to my right, her breasts swaying as she crosses the bed. I cannot resist stroking one breast with my right hand as she curls into my flank.

Knowing that she will see, even if you cannot, I turn to kiss you first, fiercely claiming your mouth once more. I can just barely taste the sweet aftertaste of her breast in your mouth.

After a moment, I break the kiss, and turn to look at her. There is jealousy in her eyes that I kissed you first, but also desire and hunger. When I kiss her, it is her that becomes aggressive, pushing her tongue into my mouth as her hand descends to my chest, her fingers slide into the opening between the buttons on my shirt, and her fingers tangle in my chest hair. As she is kissing me, you take initiative. I feel your mouth on my neck; your fingers start to gently trace the outline of my manhood through my pants.

After she breaks the kiss, I let out a sigh of contentment. Wrapped in both of you, I am fully content, and while I cannot wait to fuck you both, this moment of simply having you both in my arms is pure bliss. Between the gentle kisses you both are planting on either side of my neck and the idle motions of your hands against my body is fueling my need, and I want more.

“Undress me. Both of you. Work together,” I instruct.

“Sir, may I remove the blindfold?” you ask. “I want to see you as we reveal you.”

“You may not,” I tell you. I then turn to her. “Take off her blindfold.”

I feel you give a small shudder of pleasure as you feel me take even this tiny bit of power away from you. You are so strong, so in control of everything else in your life – surrendering to me when we are together gives you so much freedom.

She reaches behind your head, and gently tugs at the knot tying the mask to your face. As the lace falls away you blink several times to adjust to the light. Your first look is up to my face;  you tilt your head up to kiss me as you see my face. The kiss is brief as you turn to see her for the first time.

You take her in, examining her features. I wonder what you are thinking as you see her laying with me and with you. You remain an enigma to me in this moment as you simply nod and ask her “Shall we?”

A competitive glint appears in her eyes as she nods. She uses one hand to turn my head to face her as she kisses me again. Once her mouth is locked to mine, that hand descends past my waist and begins to undo my belt.

I catch her hand, stopping her. “No. Slowly. Take your time. Remove my shirt. Together.”

Your mouth had already gone to my neck, and I feel your lips curl back in a smile as you hear me chide her. Do you enjoy knowing that I control her as much as I control you? Your fingers nimbly undo the first button, your nails scraping through the hair on my chest as you slip the tips of your fingers into the opening you have made. Her hand works its way lower, undoing buttons one at a time, almost as if trying to race yours. You do not make any move to get in her way.

Your nails rake down my stomach, stopping just before my belt, which she is already undoing.

Again I reach out to catch her hand, and I break my kiss with her.

“ I want you both to remove my pants, but leave the underwear on.” I lightly press on your shoulder; you pick up on my unspoken cue. You begin to kiss your way down my body, stopping to briefly take one of my nipples in your mouth, lightly biting occasionally as you trail your way down so that your head is level with my groin. She had already begun the same descent, and although she does not duplicate the action with my nipple, she takes her time, moving slower as she goes. You both end up face-to-face with my clothed cock between you.

The two of you do not speak to one another, but you must come to some unspoken agreement. Your hands gently take hold of my zipper, undoing it slowly as she resumes working on my belt. The two of you finish simultaneously; your hands come together to undo the button of my pants. As it is undone, you each take grasp of one side of the waistband, and working in unison, slide my pants down my legs.

All that separates my cock from being exposed to you both now is the thin cotton of my boxer-briefs. You must be able to see how hard I am through the thin material. You cannot help but notice the wet spot where the head presses against the fabric.

“Now, remove my underwear. Without using your hands.”

With the two of you trading a look, you each take ahold of the elastic waistband, biting into them at my hip. You begin the descent down with your mouth, taking the garment with you. There is a moment when the waistband catches on the head of my cock, but the two of you are relentless, and after a moment it slides past, my cock springing up after being released.

“Take me into your mouth,” I instruct. You pause, as does she. Which of you am I instructing?

I could answer for you. I could tell you precisely what I desire. I am more curious to see what you will do absent instruction. Who will move first to capture me in their mouth? You or her?

You both approach, timidly, warily, wondering what the other intends, and wondering why I was not more clear. If the wrong one of you moves first, will I stop you? You exchange a look, and then you both approach my manhood from the side, lips closing on one side or the other of my shaft, almost meeting each other’s, as if you were sharing a kiss with my cock between you. I feel the flutter of your tongues moving across me as you both begin sliding up and down.

It takes you only a moment before you find a rhythm with each other, and soon you are moving in perfect unison, one of you traveling up one side of my cock, while the other moves down the other side. Occasionally, you take the head into your mouth, and when you do so, her tongue is moving across my balls, and then vice versa.

It is utter bliss, utter perfection, having both of you worship me with your mouths. My hands come down, tangling them in your hair and in hers. I do not direct you or try to guide you with my hands, I merely wish to let you both know by the tightening of my grip how pleased I am as I make unintelligible sounds of pleasure.

Pleasure begins to build, but I do not want to cum in either of your mouths. Not before I have claimed your pussies. So, with great reluctance, I pull slightly back on you both.

“That was incredible, my love, my pet. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, dear.” Your voices harmonize, and it is only because I am so focused on the moment that I hear how you each end the sentence differently.

“I need to fuck you,” I say.

“Which one of us?” you ask.

“Both of you.”

I grip you by the shoulders and pull both of you back up to be face to face with me.

“Roll over. On your hands and knees. Face the head of the bed.”

“Yes, sir.” This time you both use the title, and I smile.

I slide down the bed as you get into position. The sight of the two of you side-by-side, each bare except for your panties (and her stockings) is one that I will not soon forget. You are so different from one another, and yet I am enthralled with you both. I kneel between you, one hand descending between each of your thighs.

You are wet, your juices soaking through your lacy panties. I slip a finger past the barrier they provide, running my finger up and down the length of your slit, taking the time to play with your clit as I do so. She is no less aroused, although her fuller satiny underwear does not so easily lend themselves to being pushed aside.I first must pull them down over her hips, then further down around her thighs. My mouth lowers down to her lower lips and begins to probe her with my tongue while my fingers make a similar exploration within you.

“Oh God…” she moans as my tongue pushes past her tightness. She is not normally so vocal, but I do not mind that she is putting on a show.

As my fingers curl inside you, stroking you from within, I hear you groan with pleasure. I know that you cannot help but make the sounds I elicit from you. I smile as I pump you harder with my fingers, hearing your breath catch.

I continue to pleasure her with my mouth as I take you with my fingers, and I soon hear you make the unmistakable sounds that tell me you are nearing orgasm. I take a moment to consider – am I willing to let your first orgasm occur before my cock has entered you? And then I realize that the answer is an unquestioning “yes.” My pleasure feeds off the knowledge of your pleasure, and I am not so cruel a Sir as to deny you the opportunity to come.

I teeth come into play as I lightly bite on her clit, knowing that this drives her wild as my fingers increase their tempo in you. She will not come from my mouth, but I want her to be utterly aroused as she hears you come. I want her to witness you in the full throes of passion.

“Please, please, please, please, Sir,” you whimper. “Please make me come, please, please.” I do not answer, for my mouth is otherwise occupied. I add pressure to your clit and pump deeper in you, driving you over the edge.

You scream in pleasure that is almost pain, and collapse forward, raising your ass even higher in the air. I let my fingers slip out of you as I move my face away from her now soaking wet pussy.

“Fuck her,” she says to me.

“Yes, please, Sir. Please fuck me,” you beg with a glimmer of hope in your eyes.

I move into position behind you, cock rock hard and dripping with arousal. As I do so, she scoots up to the head of the bed. She leans back against the headboard, legs spread, putting your face mere inches away from her cunt.

“I want you to taste her, pet. Taste her as I take you.”

I have your panties pushed to the side, and there is nothing preventing my cock from entering your pussy. I line myself up, sliding the head between your slick folds. You look over your shoulder at me. I know that you are hesitant, and I wonder if I have pushed you too far, if you will tell me that the light is Red. However, as your eyes meet mine, you see the naked desire in them. I will not force you to do this, but I want it deeply. And so, even as you push your ass back, sinking the first few inches of me within your womanhood, you lower your face between her thighs and your tongue snakes out, tasting her for the first time.

I push forward, driving deeper into you, and also forcing your face more fully in contact with her sex. I can hear the sounds of your lips and tongue exploring her, the sounds of moisture showing me her arousal. As I begin to slowly fuck you, I cannot see your face, but I can see that your hands are now on her inner thighs, and I wonder if you have a finger within her.

What I can see, however, is her face. Her eyes are heavily lidded with arousal, even as jealousy clouds them tool. It is one thing for her to know that I fuck you, that I give you pleasure, but it is quite another thing to see my cock entering your body. She is aroused, turned on by the moment, by the excitement of being with you and me at the same time, but she is also envious. The question in my mind is whether her green eyed monster will fuel her excitement or end it? I soon receive my answer, as her hands come down into your hair, pulling you deeper into her.

“Eat me,” she says. “Eat my pussy. Make me come while he fucks you. I want to come with your tongue buried in me, buried just as deep as his cock is in you. Don’t you dare stop, make me come, or I’ll never let him fuck you again. Oh!”

Whatever it is you are doing, it must be right, because her eyes close, and her mouth opens in a silent moan. Her nipples are completely erect, hard nubs on the tops of her full breasts. The sight of her so aroused as I drive my cock into you is almost more than I can take. I slow my pace slightly.

I want this moment to last. I want to feel the exquisite sensation of your pussy gripping me as I fuck you and you go down on her. I want to see her come at your touch, just as much as I want you to come as I penetrate you.

With my slower pace, your orgasm overtakes you with far less speed. This works to my advantage because you are now able to focus on what you are doing to her, and I can see that she is nearing climax as well.

“Make her come, pet. Make her come, and I will fuck you until you scream,” I whisper. You hear these words and redouble your efforts, fingering her deeply as you suck on her clit.

“Uh….uh…. Oh…. oh…. Ohhhhhhhh!” She moans. Her thighs clamp down around your head; her eyes rolls back as she climaxes; her hands curl into fists. As I watch her come, I speed up my thrusts, plowing into you like a machine, and your orgasm follows hers by mere moments.

I am very, very close to coming as well. But I know that I cannot come inside of you. And she will never forgive me if I do not fuck her as well as I did you. So, I reluctantly pull out of you.

Gently, I push your hip, motioning you to the side of the bed. Once you have moved out of the way, I grab her hips and pull her down away from the headboard, lining her up so she is on her side, facing you. She wraps her arms around you, and pulls you in to kiss her, tasting herself on your lips

I slip behind her, lifting one leg in the air as I slide into her from behind. She lets out a muffled moan into your mouth as I enter her. Her pussy wet from your oral attention, my cock still slick from our coupling. She pulls you to her, throwing her leg over your hip. Your pussy is so close to hers; your pubic bones bump together as I thrust into her from behind. Her full breasts and hard nipples dig into your more modest tits, and my hand snakes between you so I can caress you both, my fingers gently pinching first your nipple, then hers.

My orgasm was imminent before I started fucking her, and feeling her tightness engulf me while seeing you and her kiss, feeling both of you under my touch, it is all combining to push me right to the edge.

I lock eyes with you over her shoulder. She breaks the kiss with you, moving to bite your neck. “I’m going to come,” I say. At first you are not sure if I am speaking to you or to her. Perhaps a bit of both? I clarify. “I am going to come inside of her, pet. I am going to fill her with my cum. I want you to see.”

“Yes,” she moans, taking her mouth away from your skin. “I want to feel it. Fill me up. Come in me.”

Keeping your eyes on mine, you chime in. “Yes, Sir. I want that. I want you to come.” Your hand reaches down to where I am entering her. Your fingers play with the base of my cock as it slides smoothly in and out of her tight wetness.

It is strange, looking into your eyes as my cock penetrates her. Feeling the mix of your hand and her pussy surrounding me, driving me to new heights of pleasure and lust is more than I can endure. I feel my orgasm start, deep in my balls, and as I erupt, coating the inside of her cunt with my cum, I scream out in passion. You lean over her, kissing me as I fill her fully.

We all collapse, with her pinned between you and me. My hand strokes your hair as my other arm snakes under her, holding her around the waist. Slowly, I soften, slipping out of her with your fingers still gently touching us both.

“Thank you, pet. Thank you for doing that for us. With us.”

“You’re welcome, Sir,” you beam

“I just have one request,” she states.

“Anything,” I chime.

“Next time, you need to orgasm while inside of her,” she says.

You smile. “Yes. That.”

“For the two of you? I think we can arrange that,” I say, returning the smile. I kiss you again, and then turn her head to kiss her, fully content with this moment and the both of you.

About the Author

Broken Unicorn has been a writer since he was a child, starting off writing decidedly non-erotic stories about superheroes. As he got older, he started writing erotica about superheroes, before eventually discovering his kinky side and writing about people who could live in the real world. He lives in the midwest, and is happy to live in a very full house that includes four humans and two dogs. He can be found under the profile Broken_Unicorn https://fetlife.com/users/8765084

Review of Fresh Fetish

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Recently, Fresh Fetish generously sent me two items: their heart-shaped leather paddle and stainless steel collar with leash.

When I first opened the box I was immediately impressed by the look of their products. They looked polished, clean, and like they could be a lot of fun during play. I especially was intrigued with the leash attached to the collar. I felt that was a very nice detail to include that could be used in a bunch of different ways during scenes. I also appreciated that the collar was lined with rubber for added comfort and was adjustable.

When I wore the collar, I found that it provided just the right amount of tightness. It felt almost like a gently choke, which I in fact like. In my opinion, the collar is best put on by a partner (it worked best when my Master put it on me). All in all, it was fun and sexy to wear and added a hint of breath play that I enjoyed.

However, for those that do not enjoy breath play, I would not recommend any collar that fits snugly. Depending on the situation, I may not recommend a collar in general.

As for the paddle, it’s very cute and sexy all at the same time because of the heart and the black leather. It created a slapping sound when it hit my skin and I felt a very pleasant swatting/snacking sensation. It felt to me more like the stinging kind of impact as opposed to a thud. It’s definitely a very versatile implement. When my Master dragged it along my skin it felt very soothing and relaxed me (because of the leather), but when my Master hit me at my threshold for pain it provided an intense impact that I crave as well.

The paddle is a good size too. It would be great for over the knee paddling, and for people that are carrying their toys to the dungeon.

Marks lasted for a couple hours after, and I would imagine (since I am not the heaviest of masochists) that they could last even longer if the individual were to consent to be paddled harder than I was.

All in all their products looked sharp, sleek, and definitely are something that I would recommend, especially if you are looking for quality items that won’t hurt your wallet.

Feel free to check out their website below.

https://freshfetish.net/

About The Company

We are a manufacturer of finely crafted adult products. We specialize in Stainless Steel, Silicone Rubber and Leather products. Our steel products are fabricated using state of the art machine tools and finished with a proprietary process that results in a brilliant and durable finish. Although you may see designs similar in appearance to ours, we have customized all of our designs for quality, ease of use and durability thus making them unique. Our products are sold through our online store and other online sales platforms in additions to events and fairs.

Filthy Fun: Part 1

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I woke up thinking about cock again. About what it would be like to give in to my temptation. To meet you at a public place, excuse myself to the bathroom with a wink and a smirk, and then to stand in there, waiting for you to follow. I wondered what it would be like to be terrified that you might not come in after me. What it would be like to brace myself on the cold, gritty sink, avoiding my own eye contact in the mirror, because what the fuck am I doing?

But I did it. I’m here. I’m standing in the hollow bathroom of this dive restaurant, and I’m waiting for you.

Just as I’m about to change my mind and flee the scene of my possible rejection, the door opens behind me. You’re here. You followed. We’re doing this.

But I can’t look up. I’m not ashamed of myself for wanting it so badly, but this is definitely a very naughty thing to be doing-meeting someone off the internet for a fling in a filthy place.

My eyes are still looking down. My hands are firmly gripping the sides of the water-stained sink, and I’m unknowingly swaying my hips. My whole body has been craving this for weeks.

I hear the door lock.

I close my eyes.

I inhale deeply.

I hear your movement. The sound of your boots on the tile. The masculinity of your breath as you come closer and closer.

Please be gentle with me.

Please be rough.

And then I feel you. I feel your body heat brushing up behind me, and I instinctively push my ass back to greet you- looking for that hard cock that you promised me every day and night since we began messaging each other.

Ah, there it is. A rush of tingles encircle me.

Your hands are roaming. Even though it feels warm and right and so, so sexy, I still can’t open my eyes to face my outrageous behavior reflecting in the mirror.

Your hand grazes my breast, and travels north, to gently clasp around the front of my neck. You pull my head back ever so slightly, and there it is, teeth and tongue on my flesh. You’ve found my sweet spot.

My arm reaches back to grip a handful of your thick, brown locks to urge you on. You’re doing everything just the way I imagined you would. Just the way we discussed.

My eyes pop open; we lock eyes in the looking glass. The rush of heat between my legs causes me to weaken, and I stumble. Intense sensations like this aren’t often felt by ordinary housewives like me. Especially inside of downtown cafes. Especially during the middle of the day while my kids are at school.

I smile because God I want this. I’m silently begging you not to stop.

I open my mouth, but I can’t speak. Your hands are strong and they’re touching me everywhere- exploring my curves and leaving small nail prongs and pinch bruises. You start to murmur things from our previous conversations. Things that we typed to each other late at night.

I can feel the pressure of your bound cock inside of your pants. You’ve been lightly thrusting your hips against my backside, and I don’t think I can take the anticipation anymore.

In a blink, your hands are moving, spinning me around to face you. And before I can even process what’s happened, before I can reach for that swelling, pulsing bulge in your jeans, you’ve grabbed my arms and thrust them above my head, pinning me up against the wall.

Fuck.

I’m soaking wet and simultaneously so very thirsty.

You bring your face close to mine, still holding me in my place. You hover. My breath is ragged. You crack a smile, and murmur, “Mmmm, yes” as you begin to nibble at my jaw, inching your wanting breath towards my mouth.

You find my lips. You taste fantastic like a fancy dessert. Your mouth meets mine move for move, just a slight step ahead of me as you lead our dance. Your tongue is soft, and with every lash of it, rippling waves of lust are going straight to that throbbing place between my legs.

Now I can feel you from the front, and as the pressure is hitting me closer to where my body wants it, my hips are responding with an intensity that is almost begging.

You release my arms, and as you do, you trail your hands down over my breasts, swooping them under my shirt. Your fingertips and palms are grabbing at my bare waist, wrapping around my back, gripping me, skin to skin. You dig your nails slightly into my back as you take your mouth from mine, and begin tasting your way over my throat, down my neckline, and onto my chest. And then fast as lightning, like you must have practiced this, my shirt is over my head, and hitting the ground.

You move my bra strap to the side so it falls off of my shoulder seductively. You start tasting my upper arm. A gentle bite. Another.

My hands are frantically trying to get to your pants. If I don’t feel what’s underneath, I might scream. You’re rock hard and I need you.

You sense my struggle with the button on your pants and lend me a hand. I’m not as smooth as you are. Maybe because I’m nervous. Or maybe because I’m lust drunk with top-shelf desire.

I slowly pull on the zipper and yank the sides of your pants down. You’re protruding through the fabric of your underwear, and I hold my breath as I know you’re about to reveal yourself to me.

I reach my hand inside and find my grip. Your tip is wet and your thickness is throbbing. A smile sneaks from my mouth and I release a hungry giggle.

You must appreciate the feel of my palm because you’ve temporarily stopped moving your mouth on my skin and your breathing has become quite sporadic. If you like how I do that, just wait.

I push you away from me a step and drop to my knees. You moan gently as I get in position to please you. You must be wanting this is as much as I do.

I fully free your cock, and as it springs to life in front of me, I wet my lips with my tongue and whisper the word “Gimme.”

I look up at you looking down on me with those sharp, blue eyes that seem to communicate everything that I need to know without you needing to say a single word. You look like a God standing above me, commanding me to continue.

I nod a greedy yes and slowly bring my glossed lips to the head of your swollen dick.

You roll your head back with a loud groan that echoes off of the walls around us. It feels like magic, doesn’t it?

I can hear your breath quicken as I tighten my grip. This is long overdue. You’re thick and solid, and your smell is intoxicating. I taste the clear, salty drops that you’ve so graciously released for me as I kneel before you. I take you all the way in. Adding a little extra hum, I open my throat; I let you slide as far back as you can reach.

You like this. You like this a lot. You like me concentrating so hard on pleasing you- one hand cupping your balls, the other trailing just behind my mouth up and down your length, playing a little game of follow the leader. You’re spitting hushed grunts through your gritted teeth trying not to raise any attention to anyone who might be lurking outside.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m on my knees mouth fucking an older man that I barely know. I can’t believe a gorgeous man like you even agreed to meet me. I can’t believe I’m submitting to my carnal instinct.

All of those times that you had me gushing at snapshots of your naked body. All of those mornings that you had me longing for a filthy word from you to start the day. All of those times I used your naughty thoughts to tickle just the right place between my legs.

It’s all brought me here.

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About the Author

Paige is a 34 year old dreadlock mama, currently living in Virginia, exploring her deepest desires to be primally dominated. She has spent the last 12 years as a housewife, but has quietly fantasized long enough, and is now beginning her kinky journey to self realization and true pleasure. Paige writes erotica based off of a combination of personal fantasy and experience.

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Lodbrock Pillory Set Review

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The lovely Lodbrock Pillory Set

When I first laid eyes on the Lodbrock pillory set I was instantly impressed. The case that holds the set looks and feels like a treasured antique or something straight out of Game of Thrones. The magnificent, detailed finishing of the wood of the case and vintage-looking, ornate latches made me instantly want to see what was inside.

The surface of the case feels smooth and is definitely something that will add a lot of class and character to my home. It is a comfortable size at about three feet or so long. It also looks extremely discrete, and I have no qualms about leaving the case in my living room; my friends will never guess that anything kinky is inside it.

Upon opening the pillory set, I first held the flogger and paddle. They too have ornate detailing and I could instantly tell they were made of really good quality leather. They are both very well crafted, and it is obvious that they will hold up for years to come. I was quite excited for my Master and I to play with these items. It is clear these toys had a lot of care put into them throughout the making process and are of high quality. The paddle is flexible and bounces back into place after every swat or spanking (the full name of the paddle is “The Spanker”). The flogger is quite versatile, and the sound and swat are extremely unique due to its double-layered tresses.

The leather blindfold adds another wonderful layer; I love that it has a medieval look to it that compliments the theme of the whole set. It is easy to put on and very comfortable. The blindfold is also very well made and the leather is smooth and inviting. In short, all of the pieces in the set work together very well.

Lodbrock seems to think of everything you need to play in whatever fashion you choose. The set comes with many strong black chains and metal fittings to hang the pillory, even ceiling mounts. It’s great how the set gives kinksters the ability to play both vertically and horizontally with the pillory. The set can be hung from the ceiling at any height too.

In their manual they state that the wood and the metal will age over time, which I think adds so much unique authenticity to the set. Lodbrock is definitely set apart from other companies by their attention to detail and their commitment to creating the most authentic and realistic pieces possible to take you back to medieval times. One could role play easily with this lavish set.

Even the pillory key fits the theme perfectly, and is quite beautiful. The pillory is also extremely sturdy and beautifully crafted; I felt completely safe and secure in it. The set also includes lovely padded leather inlays for the wrists and neck. The inlays definitely add extra comfort, but I like that they are easily removable in case one doesn’t want comfort during play. The inlays are magnetic so they stay in place very well.

Furthermore, I know that Lodbrock sells more than just this set and also sells additional add-ons to the set. I would highly recommend any of their products. They are very reasonably priced, and I am so impressed with what they offer their customers.

Like previously mentioned, their products are well made and clearly handled with care; Lodbrock definitely goes the extra mile to provide the best craftsmanship, attention to detail, and quality that I have come across in a long time.

I highly recommend them, and am very honored to review one of their products.

If you want to purchase amazing toys, sets, and kink equipment definitely check them out. You will not be disappointed!

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They also have a brochure if you want a preview!

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More About Lodbrock

A small group of artisans and professionals design and create all the products. They love immersing themselves in the past, so they jumped in and started creating the first line around the mystery and fantasy of a medieval theme. Their hope is to make various fantasy worlds for kinky folks to choose from-perhaps, a latex-orientated Kubrick line next.

They started this to create high quality products at reasonable prices. Currently, there is so much junk on the sex toy market. Although a few people are working hard around the world to produce quality equipment, these individuals are mainly single artisans creating a small number of items. Lodbrock has gathered together enough craftspeople to produce large numbers of handcrafted quality items. They have a distribution centre in California and another one in Germany so they can ship quickly within days. No more waiting weeks or months for good equipment. Custom quality, delivered quickly, and at great prices.

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Package From Sir

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img_3658-smGarnet + Guard: Cuffs Ready  [Photography by AV + Domina Mara]

The doorbell rang, just as I was sitting down on the couch to finally read my book. I had been looking forward to it all morning. I had stayed up late the night before, balancing my phone between my breasts and my chin, using the bright screen as a book light. I read anxiously for hours about who killed who. I finally gave up on solving the mystery when I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. I love reading seductive murder mysteries- If they’re smutty enough.

Coffee in one hand, book in the other, I sighed at the miserable thought of having to put the book back down. At 2:00 in the afternoon, with all of the kids in school, nobody should be knocking on that door. This is my one hour a day before pickup that I set aside for myself. Everyone is supposed to leave me alone.

I set my still steaming coffee mug down on the window ledge behind me, and scooted to the edge of the couch. I paused slightly, angry with whoever was outside, before rising to my feet. “This had better not be that weird guy selling steaks again,” I thought out loud. The no soliciting sign that I painted at craft night last year was apparently invisible to everyone other than me.

I reluctantly walked to the front door. I took a deep readying breath to face whoever was about to ruin my one hour of peace, and then I braved it and turned the knob.

To my relief, there was nobody standing there. This had been a false alarm. I didn’t actually have to interact with another human. Thank goodness.

A plain brown package lay before me on the porch. Definately addressed to me, but unmarked otherwise. I hadn’t been expecting anything that I could remember.

I picked up the package, and carried it to the kitchen. It felt kind of light and airy. I set it down on the counter, grabbed the scissors from the knife block, and opened it like a kid opening a birthday present- excited and greedy. I’ve always loved getting mail.

Part of me expected to see a forgotten order of vitamins, or maybe new windshield wiper blades for the van- the usual boring stuff. However, this was not that kind of package. I feasted my eyes on a thin layer of matte black tissue paper, suddenly transforming this box into a mysterious gift. Not ready to ruin the surprise just yet, I ran my hand back and forth over the soft paper, wondering what I might find on the other side.

Upon pulling back the first fold of tissue, I could see a hint of what looked like a red velvet pouch beneath. After pulling back the second fold, more velvet pouches of various sizes. Each of them placed neatly in a nest of black crinkled paper. This mystery box was most certainly going to be better than my book.

Standing over such a beautiful arrangement of textures and colors began to feel a bit intimate. The combination of red and black reminded me of being naughty, and the velvet pouches reminded me of fancy things like champagne and lipstick. I picked up the first pouch, released the drawstring, and reached inside.

“Oh my,” I whispered to myself. No wonder this box had given me a slight tingle between the legs. Resting in the palm of my hand now was a gorgeous set of silver nipple clamps. I had never actually held a pair of the real things- I had only used the clothespins from my laundry room. So, standing there doing so now, an hour before the kids were to be let out of school, felt a bit forbidden, which made me enjoy it that much more.

I explored the clamps with my fingertips first. Then, lifted one of them up to my lips, and ran it side to side across my smooth pout. Yes, I would like these very much.

I returned my new beautiful silver play things back to their delicate pouch, set the pouch down in the box, and then reached for another surprise. The anticipation of what was to come was causing me to bite my lip and bounce on my toes.

Picking up speed now, as the tension was beginning to build, I unveiled the next treasure from the chest. Reaching my hand into the bag, I felt a handful of what felt like thin leather strips. A big grin came over my face. Whoever sent this to me knew what made me wet. They had an understanding of my cravings, and wanted to see to it that I quenched my thirst.

A beautiful black flogger was now in my procession. This isn’t something that I would have ever wanted to use on someone else, but rather, something that I had been begging to be used on me. In that moment, I felt goosebumps rise on my skin, thinking about the tassels slapping down against my bare ass, and traveling up my back, to my neck, back down, and ending with another slap. And then another. And another.

I let out a gentle “mmmmm” sound as I brought the flogger up to my face and inhaled. This was lovely. This was going to be great fun.

I couldn’t imagine what could possibly be in the remaining 3 bags, but as my greediness picked up speed, so did the pulse in my clit. With the feel of the flogger still fresh on my mind, I continued.

The next bag was slightly larger than the last, and had more bulk. I wasted no time ripping the contents away from the velvet sack.

“…Oh yes, please,” I demanded. If only the giver of such treats were here to see my body’s reaction. I loosened the buckle of one of the black padded cuffs, slipped my hand through the opening, and then pulled it snuggly to my wrist. I closed my eyes, and let myself fantasize about being naked, locked up, and writhing with the need to be taken. I could almost smell the sex in the air, and feel the heat of someone’s breath on my neck as I fought against the restraint that prevented me from grabbing what I wanted, and bringing it to where I so desperately needed to be felt.

Blinking myself out of my lusty haze, with the cuff still on, I picked up another bag. Through the velvet, I could immediately feel what it was. Long, but not too long. Thick. Heavier than the last items. …please God, let this be a cock.

The idea of a hard, throbbing cock in front of me sprang to mind, and the words “be a good girl and kneel” rang through my ears. And then out of the red colored sachel came a gift that I knew would be put to extremely good use.

Holding the lifelike dick in my hand, I dropped to my knees. Remembering how good it was to lick the salty tang of a man who was ready for you. I brought the dildo up to my face, held it directly in front of me, and began running my closed lips up and down the shaft.

I loved to suck. I loved to tease with my tongue. I loved to take it all the way in, hold it, and release it only when I was desperate for breath. I loved gasping while saliva poured from my mouth. I loved looking up at him and seeing the look of pure pleasure on his face. I loved making him proud.

This wasn’t the real thing, but in my mind it could have been. This wasn’t like my other toys. This didn’t take batteries or vibrate. This was a solid piece of artificial flesh, covered in realistic veins. As I held it there in front of me on my kitchen floor, I felt the flower between my legs begin to bloom. I was wet, and wanting.

Without getting up off of the ground, I reached up into the box for the last bag. I wasn’t sure there was anything left to get- I was so seduced by the things already given.

…until I unwrapped a pair of black lace vibrating panties.

He knew me so well. He knew all of the things that I wanted. Both in bed, and in the box.

I took a deep breath in as I questioned what I should do next. How could I possibly say no to self pleasure with all of these beautiful tools layed out for my enjoyment?? I still had time before I had to leave the house. I had time to fulfill my aching needs and desires.

I stripped off my t-shirt first, and tossed it onto the ground. I slid my hands into the cups of my bra, and popped out each breast like an erection coming out of a pair of tight pants. I located my new nipple clamps, and without any hesitation, attached them to my willing pink nubs.

The feeling that came with the intense pressure nearly knocked me off of my knees. I moaned and crashed my hands and forearms up against the cabinet. My ass started to wiggle immediately, and all rational thoughts were replaced with animalistic instinct.

I needed a cock inside of me.

Moving my ass from side to side, like a puppy wagging her tail with excitement, I forced myself to focus. I reached down, and began to slide my way out of  my sweatpants and underwear. Trying to be graceful, but behaving more like a wild creature, I fumbled with the vibrating panties, until I had gotten both legs through, and pulled them up over my aching pussy and ass. The weight of the nipple clamps were pulling me into an ass up position, lowering my swollen breasts more and more. If only I had a man standing behind me with a fistful of my hair.

I quickly found the remote and flipped the switch. The waves of electricity combined with the constant tugging on my tits now had me gasping and thrusting. All I needed now was something to suck on.

I had never sucked on a fake cock, and I knew it wouldn’t be as pleasurable as the real thing, but in that moment, I would have sucked on nearly anything. So, there I was, bent over on my kitchen floor, attaching a dildo with a suction cup to the same cabinet that hid my cutting boards.

At first, I felt a little embarrassed- the idea of putting my mouth all over this silicone toy seemed ridiculous. But my shame was short lived as the rumbling between my legs could no longer be ignored. I opened my mouth, leaned forward, and licked.

With a mouthful of cock, I let myself release all of the noises that I had been holding back. Muffled moans, interrupted only by the thick barrier of flesh in my throat. My pussy grinded against my vibrating panties as I sucked, and I felt the waves of intense pleasure gradually building.

I started moving my hips faster, sucking harder, and groaning louder- imagining a man before me and a man behind. One man looking down at me, brushing his hand along the side of my face, whispering “atta girl,” as he thrust himself deeper and deeper into my mouth. One man kneeling around my backside, a hand on my ass and a hand at the base of my neck, grunting with every backwards buck that I made against him.

The idea of being with two men at once made me wild. The sucking sounds of my mouth on the cabinet cock turned me on even more. Oh, how I loved the sounds of pleasure. The slurps and slaps had always been so sexy. I wanted to hear a man enjoying my pussy. I wanted to hear his balls slapping against my cunt. I wanted to hear our vigorous efforts of pounding each other. I loved it all.

My thoughts shifted, and it was no longer a faceless man standing in front of me, petting the side of my face as I fucked him with my mouth. Now, it was the man who sent me this package.

Picturing his approving face and devilish grin sent an extra sharp push straight to my clit. With a few more moves of my hips, I was choking on the imaginary load in my mouth, and clawing at the floor beneath me. Screaming and trembling uncontrollably as I found my extended release.

With no breath left in my lungs and no thoughts left in my mind, I hovered there on the floor for several minutes, hips slowing their circles, mouth releasing its grip.

If only he could have seen what a good girl I had been. If only he knew how hard he had made me cum.

As my heart rate started to steady, and the squeezing between my legs came to an end, I pushed myself up off of the ground, body rejecting the movement, my wrists screaming in stiff pain from holding myself up so furiously.

Turns out this had been much better than an afternoon with my book. And oh, how I would have to find the perfect way to repay my Sir.

About the Author

Paige is a 34 year old dreadlock mama, currently living in Virginia, exploring her deepest desires to be primally dominated. She has spent the last 12 years as a housewife, but has quietly fantasized long enough, and is now beginning her kinky journey to self realization and true pleasure. Paige writes erotica based off of a combination of personal fantasy and experience.

Fetlife: TangerineSpeedo

Interview with Michelle from the Pleasure Chest

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Can you tell us a little about how the Pleasure Chest got its start?

The Pleasure Chest started in 1971 in New York, at the height of the sexual revolution. Founders Duane Colglazier and Bill Rifkin started out selling waterbeds, but found unexpected success in selling erotic novelties like mood lighting, cock rings, and handcuffs. They decided to turn the store into a full-fledged sex shop.

The company’s first location in the West Village in 1971, challenged convention by refusing to block out the store windows with XXX, which was standard for any store with adult material. Its founders aimed to create a department store feel. This simple principle continues to guide and set the Pleasure Chest apart today, now under the leadership of Duane’s nephew Brian Robinson.

What is your job title for the Pleasure Chest? How did you begin working there? What is your background concerning the Adult/Fetish Industry?

Currently I am a Sex Specialist and Sex Educator. The road here starts with me (as a Theater Education major at the University of Puerto Rico: Rio Piedras) putting myself through college working in the adult industry as an exotic dancer and nude model. About three years later, I moved to Miami and eventually transitioned into doing burlesque and teaching pole dance fitness. Upon relocating to California five years ago, I returned to stripping after a break up that left me broke and almost homeless. A burlesque performer I was dating at the time suggested I apply at The Pleasure Chest since I was looking for something with more regular hours. I interviewed and got the job, knowing that becoming a Sex Educator was my primary goal.

What do you love the most about working there?

I love having the opportunity to help people find the tools they need to better love themselves and each other. I love empowering people to feel comfortable in their sexual experimentation, exploration, and expression of themselves. Redirecting sex negatives attitudes and teaching people about consent is very rewarding for me as well.

In your opinion, what would you say are the company’s core values?

Sex positivity, pleasure based sex education, inclusivity, and adaptability.

What is the Pleasure Chest’s overall mission? How does the company go about accomplishing this?

To provide a non-judgmental, safe space where individuals are free to explore lifestyle products that will enrich their sex lives, regardless of spending capacity. We do this by hiring folks that are not only personally invested in their community, but are also actively a part of it, by carrying a wide range of products from low to high price points (which allows us to maintain accessibility to every demographic), and by offering free sex positive, pleasure-based, workshops and events to support and build up the community.

What is unique about your company and store? What do you feel customers can gain/experience uniquely there?

I believe the level of training we receive first and foremost sets us apart from other adult retailers in this industry. Not only from vendors, but from social justice groups as well. As the language around sexuality and gender has evolved, we have had diversity trainings to better serve all facets of the LGBTQ Community. We make a conscious choice to use gender neutral language, whether it is on the sales floor or in our classes. At the LA location, the team is really more like a family. With this being said, customers are met with friendly, compassionate, and knowledgeable staff. We hear them out, we laugh together, sometimes we cry together. We make sure they leave with what they need, knowing how it is used as well as how to clean and care for their product. They get a curated experience that you won’t find in many other stores or online.

Can you elaborate more on your events and classes that you have at your store? How do they help achieve the company’s overall goals?

For our sex education programming, we try to have a decent amount of variety of topics and instructors while still maintaining staples like Suck It, Live It, Love It (an oral sex class for everyone) and Butt Sex Basics as a regular part of our repertoire. Classes are a great way for people to experience a different facet of the store while they are learning something new or expanding on what they already know. Our workshops are always free, and if customers fill out a feedback form we offer them a 15% discount after the class. They get to buy a product(s) that they might have seen featured in the class at an accessible price, and we learn how to make our workshops an even better experience every time.

We also do community building events like “Performance Anxiety,” which is our comedy night, and Cirque Sexualle, a bi-monthly free burlesque show that showcases POC performers. These events all help the Pleasure Chest to achieve its goal of being more than just another adult retailer. We want to be a hub for the community as well, and a safe place to gather, learn, laugh and get turned on in ways that we aren’t typically privileged to in our usual lives.  

What types of products do you sell? What companies in your opinion are the best?

Literally everything! Novelties, lingerie, lubricant, massage oils, personal care items, condoms, books, dvds, couples toys, vibrators, dildos, harnesses, anal toys, masturbation sleeves, cock rings, kink implements, electro-play devices. I mean, it’s endless. In my opinion, companies that focus on sustainability and ethical production practices without sacrificing the quality of their product are best to me. In my book, that happens to be Fun Factory. All their products are made by hand in Germany where they employ locals who are unionized, are paid a living wage, and have healthcare. They don’t use any harmful chemicals in the production of their devices, or the devices themselves or the packaging. So, their environmental impact is neutral. That is a major turn on for me.

What do you feel the community at large faces right now? How can/does the Pleasure Chest try to help with this?

I think the greatest challenge the adult industry and sex worker community faces is dealing with the ramifications of our government creating regulations like FOSTA/SESTA, which only builds stigma around the sex worker industry, and makes it more difficult for sex workers to survive, rather than “prevent sex trafficking” as it claims to. Framing sex work as real work and supporting sex workers is something that the Pleasure Chest has always maintained a firm position on.

In your opinion, what is the best way to safely explore your fetishes?

Do your research. Read books, both instructional and erotic fiction to get a well- rounded perspective of what the expression of this fetish can look like. Identify what aspects of its expression resonate with you-what turns you on? Try things by yourself first so you don’t have to worry about what you look like in front of someone else. Once you get a good idea of what a ‘scene’ looks like for you, discuss with a partner, negotiate desires and boundaries, and above all else have fun! Give yourself permission to laugh and enjoy playing in new ways, it doesn’t have to be super serious.

In what ways can the Pleasure Chest help with sexual exploration?

I think this is where our workshops really come into play. We take topics from oral sex to g-spotting, to advanced anal, fisting, bondage and impact play, and present them in a way that is very digestible for folks still trying to decide whether or not they are into it. By demystifying and destigmatizing the different ways in which human beings can experience pleasure, we help take away people’s’ fear and shame around the experience of exploration by making it lighthearted and enjoyable.

How is the Pleasure Chest specifically tied to the Kink Community? Do you feel that most of your customers are kinky in some way?

In its early days, a huge part of the Pleasure Chest customer base were those of the gay leather community, and later the store became well known for its yearly “Glory Hole” parties. As time has gone by and BDSM has become more mainstream via mediums like the “Fifty Shades” series, our role has shifted in terms of facilitating conversations around what healthy D/s relationships and consent actually are versus what is presented in the media. One thing I have learned from these conversations is that “kinky” is a sliding goalpost. For some people blindfolds are kinky, whereas for more experienced folks it might not be. For some people, just the act of wearing a condom or doing it doggy style can be kinky. Our job is not to decide what is kinky or what isn’t -because it is truly unique to the individual. Our job is to be a resource people can turn to for receiving the tools and information about how to go about their kink in the most satisfying and safe way.

What does the Pleasure Chest want to offer in the future?

A major priority for us is having an even greater supportive presence in the LGBTQ and POC communities in the outreach that we do. We want to make ourselves accessible to those who face the greatest marginalization because of their sexual/gender expression. I think we understand that we have a responsibility, especially to this younger generation that is growing up during the #MeToo movement, to not only educate, but also lead by example in actively pushing back against the perpetuation of the sex negative, toxic masculine, rape culture.

What current projects is the company working on?

Most recently, we have started becoming more accommodating to our 420 friendly customer base. The legalization of cannabis for recreational purposes has created a unique opportunity for crossover into the adult erotic lifestyle product world. The way that we are responding to this growing trend is by exploring the varieties of quality hemp based products to carry as well as expanding our smoke shop section. I believe the integration of cannabis and the adult retail business is a great opportunity for evolution within the industry.

Any closing words?

I believe that the human body is an incredible biological miracle, and the possibilities for human sexual expression are as infinite as all the people that have ever existed, and will continue to exist as long as we inhabit this planet. Therefore, I believe it to be imperative that we never lose our curiosity towards exploring and unlocking all the many ways our bodies are capable of experiencing pleasure-ways we may have never imagined before, until maybe seeing a movie, or reading a book, having a conversation, or stepping inside the Pleasure Chest.

About Michelle LaBelle

Besides being a 10 year veteran to the burlesque and Cosplay Community, Michelle LaBelle has also used her voice as an activist to create greater visibility for the Bisexual Community. In addition to being a dancer, actress, singer and writer, this proud Puerto Rican native works as a sex positive sex educator, empowering individuals to seek out their most fulfilling sex lives through consent and pleasure-based education.
IG: @themichellelabelle
Twitter: @TheMLaBelle
IG: @pleasurecheststores

 

 

Thank you Master

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The curtains were pulled back just enough so the light of the moon bounced off her thin figure and perky breasts.

A lavender candle flickered.

A brunette with a pixie cut, Lila, walked slowly towards the busty, naked, hourglass shape sprawled out on the bed.

Lila held the candle in her hand. Her emerald eyes were illuminated by the flame.

She stopped at the edge of the bed, looked down at her prey, smirked, and placed the candle on the nightstand.

She knelt down and coolly grabbed four neckties of all different patterns out from under the bed.

Paisley. Striped. Blue. Plaid.

As she stood there with the ties in hand, hip cocked to one side, she asked,

“Are you ready to be my good, little slut?”

The blonde vixen, Miranda, turned her head (but nothing else) to face her. Miranda nodded slowly, bit her lip, and moaned quietly under her breath.

Lila calmly slid out of her camo booty shorts, and threw her tank top onto the armchair that lived in the corner of the room. Only her nude bra, black thong, and ankle socks remained on her toned frame.

“Here’s how this is going to go. I am going to tie each of your limbs to one of the bedposts using one of these neck ties. After I make a tie, I’ll remove one article of clothing. That’s your reward for being such a good, little, bound slut. Nod if you understand me.”

Miranda sheepishly nodded trying hard not to prematurely gush all over the bed. Her royal blue eyes were fixated on Lila, and how her curves looked in the candlelight.

Miranda’s left wrist was now tied to the bedpost. Lila leaned in so that her chest hovered right above the tip of Miranda’s nose. Her hands reached behind her body in a very casual manner to undo the nude bra that was keeping her supple tits at bay.

She took her time getting it unfastened. She did not want to rush any moment she had with her slave.

Her nipples were perfect. Not too dark. Not too big. The perfect way to end her immaculate, bouncy breasts.

Miranda’s right ankle was now neatly tied. Lila’s left sock hit the floor.

After each tie was made, she was sure to note whether Miranda had enough blood flow and that she could move her fingers and toes.

She was not the kind to want to harm anyone. She thrived off of pleasurable and willful submission.

A few minutes later, Lila finished typing Miranda’s right wrist. Lila liked to keep Miranda guessing. She loved asymmetry and having a particular pattern picked out that seemed spontaneous to her partners.

Lila’s right sock grazed the floor.

After the last tie was in place, Lila straddled Miranda, and lifted herself off her round, fit ass, so her pussy was in line with Miranda’s lips. Lila could feel her slave’s breath on her cunt..

“Take them off. With your teeth.”

Miranda’s mouth widened and gracefully caught the side of Lila’s panties.

She precisely and slowly pulled her mouth downwards until she could not move her head down any more.

They smelled of cum and anticipation.

With her panties wrapped around her shapely thighs, Lila stood, and slinked out of them the rest of the way.

Lila stared at her beautiful, human trophy with her head cock-eyed. A slight smile slowly made an appearance on her lips. A few seconds later, she caressed Miranda’s high cheekbones, sensually dragged one finger between her very large breasts, and kept going further down her slave’s luxurious torso. Before she reached Miranda’s adorable clit, she let her hand trail off to the side of her slave’s body.

Miranda arched her back and let out a few low moans, shuddering at her Master’s touch.

“Good girl,” whispered Lila.

Lila then tilted Miranda’s head forward ever so gently, and effortlessly placed a gag in her mouth.

Miranda smiled with her eyes. She could not believe such a sexy creature was taking the time to do this to her.

After the gag was secure, Lila straddled her again.

From this position, she took the candle off the nightstand, lifted the gag, and planted a kiss that would turn any head on the shoulders of any human.

Her tongue swirled around in Miranda’s mouth, touching her teeth. At first hard, then quite soft. As if to say, “This is all the love you will get tonight. The rest will be domination. Savor it. But don’t get too attached.”

Lila placed the gag back into her property’s mouth. Miranda loved the gag, but also loved kisses. It was a win-win from where she was laying.

A few moments later, Lila blew out the candle, breathed in the lavender aroma, placed her index finger in the wax, and pulled that finger down Miranda’s stomach.

Again, Miranda smiled with her eyes as small goosebumps rose on her skin.

With a calm inhale, Lila poured three droplets of wax onto Miranda’s gorgeous tits. Miranda arched her body once more, turned her head to face the window, and uttered a few muffled winces of pleasure.

Lila, with her free hand, cupped her property’s perfect peaks, and took a moment to suck on and bite each nipple with acute precision.

A sharp feeling of ecstasy trickled from from the tip of Miranda’s breasts all the way down to her toes. Her feet flexed, then pointed.

After seeing the readiness and enjoyment in Miranda’s eyes, Lila carefully poured the wax onto her slave’s porcelain skin, making the letter “L”.

This time Miranda moaned louder, and her body convulsed.

“That’s right you little, darling slut.”

Lila was very proud of herself. She loved seeing her property painted and tied up like this. As Lila watched the purple wax dry on flawless skin, she was very pleased with the work of art she had created.

She had her girl right where she wanted her. And better yet, her girl loved being there; she loved being owned by her Master.

“Lick me,” ordered Lila.

Lila’s shaved cunt was now lightly pressed against Miranda’s chin. Lila took the gag out of her partner’s mouth once more, and lowered herself so that Miranda’s tongue could easily access Lila’s perfect, pink, clit.

Lila braced herself by placing her hand across Miranda’s seductive features.

Lila’s hips moved back and forth as she rode her slave lightly. Miranda’s tongue was now wedged deep between her Master’s pussy lips. Lila’s head bent backwards and a few deep moans were echoed from her pouty mouth.

When she was about half way to orgasm, she pulled away from her property just enough so Miranda could lap up her wetness like the good girl that she was. Miranda began licking Lila similar to a kitten lapping up milk. So soft. So light. Just enough of a tease to make anyone quiver. Goosebumps adorned Lila’s arms and legs. Her body began to lightly shake as she rocked back and forth to the rhythm of her slave’s active tongue.

When she was quite close to cumming, she pushed Miranda’s face away from her body. She wanted to save her climax for later. She had more in store.

She went back to standing, and grabbed a vibrator from her dresser as well as a purple dildo. After placing a piece of her hair behind her ear, she instructed,

“You are not allowed to cum until I say so. No matter how much you want to. Do you understand, darling?”

Miranda nodded. Her glacial eyes now reflected a hint of worry. Lila had already brought her close to orgasm with the wax and the manipulation of her mouth. How could she endure any more?

Lila powered up the vibrator. First using it on Miranda’s face, then nipples, then waist, then thighs.

She stopped to use it on herself for a moment just to keep the suspense going. However, she held back and would not let herself cum. This was more for show than for orgasm.

After a few sensual inhales, she went back to using it on Miranda. First, on the face of her wonderfully bald pussy. Then, on the inner thigh. Finally, she placed it on Miranda’s adorable, pink clit.

She put the vibrator on max power and pushed hard into her slave. Miranda convulsed over and over again- similar to a fish out of water, and made loud, muted gasps through the gag.

Lila smirked, and inserted the dildo into her property as well. Miranda was so wet at this point, the dildo slid in in under a second.

With her right hand, she controlled the dildo. With her left, the vibrator.

“Take it, you whore. Be my obedient, little, good girl.”

Those words alone made Miranda have to use every ounce of self control she had left not to make the bed into a slip-n-slide.

Miranda’s eyes were welling up with tears of pleasure. Her temples began to throb. Her ivory skin was now completely flush.

Lila pushed into her harder with the vibrator.

A yelp could subtly be heard from Miranda’s heart-shaped lips.

Miranda’s eyes rolled back in her head. Her throat was exposed to Lila. Her eyes were facing the back wall. Her body was as far off the bed as it could go. Her vision was blurred. She could no longer think coherent thoughts.

“That’s right, kitten,”

“Ah!

“Oh!”

“Ah!”

“Oh!”

The dildo was going in and out of Miranda’s perfectly tight twat even faster now. She could barely contain herself.

Her body was sparkling with tiny sweat beads. She wanted so badly to pinch her erect nipples, but alas, her hands were tied.

The motion of the dildo became even faster. The vibrator began moving in circles and pressed even harder into her.

She was about to explode!

Lila stopped to bite Miranda’s swollen nipples. She licked up some of the sweat off her hip bone, and gave her neck a little nibble.

Lila then laid on top of her, and threw the toys to the side of the room.

She gazed into her slave’s eyes, and brushed the golden hair out of her face. Miranda was heavily panting.

“Good girl. You can cum now.”

Never breaking eye contact, Lila began to finger fuck her property. Miranda was dripping now. It was as if Lila’s fingers had gone swimming. Inside Miranda, it was absolutely frictionless.

Their breasts sat on top of one another, feeling the full intensity of each other’s body heat. There was no amount of space between them. Lila held her property close to her body, absorbing her sweat and breath. Their bodies began to move as one- almost as if they were dancing.

Lila could feel her slave’s fit pussy walls stretch and contract. Her three fingers fucked her slave hard and deep for a while. Then-

Miranda gushed all over the sheets.

Once Miranda had finished cumming, Lila went between her legs and licked up as much as she could.

Miranda’s breath went back to a more regular tempo. Her inhales were now full and long. Relief had been given to her.

When she was done tasting Miranda’s reward, Lila kissed her slave on the forehead.

“Sweet, girl.”

Lila removed the gag, and placed it by the candle on the nightstand.

“Thank you, Master,” were the only words that Miranda could muster.

About the Author:

Slave Bunny, a 1950’s power slave, is involved in a wonderful and loving TPE 24/7 M/S relationship with her Master and husband. She is also the Creative Director of Kink Weekly.

She has dedicated her life to working on herself mentally, spiritually, and physically, and hopes to inspire others to do the same. Through teaching and mentoring, she hopes to help everyone in the Kink community as much as she can.

Feel free to add her on Fetlife (Slave_Bunny992) to see her upcoming workshops and classes.