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Part 3: Annie’s Punishment

April 30, 2018 By Juliette van der Molen 6 Comments

Annie’s hair hung in a long straight curtain of gold until it waved and curled gently just below her shoulder blades. She perched on her toes. Her calf muscles stood out in high relief against her skin as she trembled under the strain. A quarter nestled between her nose and the wall and she held it in place as if her life depended on it, which of course, it did not. Scott walked into the room at intervals and stood behind her, sometimes coming close enough that his breath brushed against her neck. He didn’t say anything, didn’t touch her. His silence was worse than anything.

She was supposed to be thinking. When he released her from the wall she would have to tell him why she’d misbehaved. First, she told herself she hadn’t broken any specific rule. That was true. But, she’d carefully baited and laid a trap. This wasn’t the expected outcome. Her hope was that his version of punishment might include something more directly physical, something—with impact. Annie steadied her breath and let it flow out of her. She wanted more than anything to rest her heels on the floor, but the moment that happened he would take that as a sign that she was ready to talk. She wasn’t sure she ever would be. When he had asked her to strip, she thought for certain the plan was going to work. When he brought her to the wall, she thought there was still hope. The instructions fell from his lips with all the disappointment of air slipping out of a balloon.

He hadn’t paddled her in a while. One of the things she loved about Scott was that he knew how to put his hands on her and well, handle her. He wasn’t shy about it. Her limbs were fragile surrounded by his punishing fingers and demanding mouth. He moved her and positioned her and had her every way he wanted. The sex blew her mind. She wept from the pain and suffering of him pounding into her without remorse, ever opening, wishing she could somehow pull herself wider. Sometimes he said he wanted to slip under her skin. They couldn’t get close enough.

She was shaking and it had been too long already. One heel hit the floor in defeat and she slid nose to quarter, still holding it in position.

“Come here.”

Annie slipped the quarter between her teeth and slid down the wall until she was on all fours. Her calves relaxed in relief as her knees now dug into the hardwood floor and she began the slow crawl to where he stood. Eyes trained low each grain and groove brought her closer. Dark red pigment prickled at her neck and she fought to control it, knowing it was useless. She blinked to banish the tears filling her eyes, bulging against her lower lids and threatening to spot the floor. She wasn’t ready to talk. She still didn’t know what to say. The tips of his gleaming black shoes came into view. Shiny enough to see her reflection in them, if she could bear it. Annie knelt up and settled her hands behind her back. She rose like a puppet on a string, straightening her back and tilting her chin upward, the coin offered to him.

He took it and through lowered eyelids she saw him rub it once, twice, then pocket it.

“So there’s still the question to answer, girl.” He said softly. “Why?”

A breath shuddered through her and when she tried to answer a sob choked out. She just couldn’t say it. His hand slid into her hair like a comfort until his fingers tightened and squeezed.

“Look at me!” His voice was soft, exasperated.

Opening her eyes felt like unearthing a vein deep below the surface. She didn’t want to do it, but part of her wanted exactly that. Vulnerability rippled through her skin and made the hairs on her arms stand on end. She didn’t like that he didn’t understand her. She didn’t like that the words had stuck in her throat so many times that she had resorted to a stupid, childish game to get his attention.

“Annie, I need to understand. What’s going on with you?” His hand softened.

“I thought.” She started, then halted then blurted out the words. “I thought you would punish me.”

“Isn’t that what I just did?”

“No. I mean, yes. But no, not like that.”

Scott tilted his head and looked down on her contorted face, streaked with tears. Annie glanced over to the spanking bench disguised as a respectable ottoman near his chair. His eyes followed hers and he closed his eyes. His full lips flattened into a thin line as he shook his head.

“Like what?” He asked.

“I thought you would paddle me.” She said softly.

He watched her struggle, imagined the internal battle raging back and forth like some dark tennis match knocking at her heart. His hand slid down against her hair and he crouched down low to take her chin gently in his hand.

“Why would you want me to paddle you, Annie?” He asked.

As a lawyer, he’d been trained never to ask questions he didn’t already know the answer to—and he could have let her out of this so easy. So many times before he’d had her over that bench until she was crying and squirming and begging him for more. But, she’d never initiated anything like that. The truth was, he loved dominating her. He loved giving her the pain she craved, but he wanted her full participation. And while he’d expected that eventually she would ask him for it, instead of just willingly submitting to his whim, he hadn’t expected it to come about like this. Still, here they were and now he needed to hear it.

“Because…” Her voice drifted a little until he squeezed on her chin and her eyes opened wide. “It would hurt.”

“I’m not going to punish you that way, ever. We’ve talked about this.” He shook his head. “Why did you try to manipulate me?”

Her eyes widened at his understanding. Annie swallowed hard.

“I wanted it.” She whispered.

“Look at me when you say it and say it clearly.”

Her voice trembled loudly. “I wanted you to hurt me. I wanted to feel it. I need it.”

“That, was all you ever had to say, little one.” He stood up and gestured over to the bench.

Annie scurried over as he adjusted the screws on either side of the center compartment so that she could nestle her knees in the padding. He stroked her back as she shivered lightly.

“Before we begin..” He started. “This is not a punishment. We’ve already done that. You’re never to repeat that kind of behavior. I may call you my little girl and I may be a Daddy to you, but you are a grown woman and you will not hide these desires from me any more. Do you understand me?”

“I do, Daddy.” Annie whispered softly.

Her fingers gripped the edge of the bench as she relaxed into the leather. His first stroke was steady and sure, the leather side of the paddle smacking hard. A moan blew out of her half open mouth and tugged her lips up into a smile. This was it. What she needed and missed and wanted. He warmed her up slow until she lifted for him, offering herself to him, pulsing against the strokes. When he flipped the paddle to the wooden side she was more than ready. The sting shocked into skin and she felt herself shrink inward while her body did the impossible and reached out to him. He was catching her in the sweet spot, paddle spreading her cheeks and making contact with her pussy lips.

The war inside her mind commenced. Take the pain. Use the safe word. Pull away from him. Push back into him. Logic battled her to the end. Then the pain ceased and it was all sound and sensation reverberating through every muscle like an electric current. A low rumble tumbled out from deep in her chest, moans mixed with cries that no longer made any sense to her. His exertion was at the limit, his breath whooshing out of him as he laid each hard blow. The color on her cheeks now a mosaic of pink, red and white overlapping as he painted her in pain.

“Give it to me.”

His command came through gritted teeth. Each muscle inside her core wound up tight as the blows came impossibly hard and closer together. She was a star collapsing in on itself and then exploding out through her extremities, launching into another galaxy. Her throat choked on a cry so big it had to force its way through larynx, expanding vocal chords that she never new existed.

He covered her then, his body draping over her heaving soreness. Scott pressed his mouth into the hollow behind her ear as she cried.

“Never.” He panted. “Never, ever hide this from me.. It’s stunning. My beautiful, beautiful girl.”

And then.

Annie wept.

About the Author:

Writer of completely unladylike erotica and other sundry things. After discovering that people actually do these crazy, kinky things, she began exploring the lifestyle in 1993 and never looked back. She writes about her experience in authority based relationships, BDSM fiction and even the occasional hot sonnet. She is currently the assistant direction for MAsT Central New Jersey and the co-host of a submissive support group (SSASE) in the same area. Her work has appeared in Lit Up, P.S. I Love You, My Erotica.com, and The Junction. You can find her in these publications at: https://medium.com/@juliette.vandermolen and connect with her on Twitter @j_vandermolen and fetlife at: juliette_ .

The Punishment Manual Part II

January 17, 2018 By Baadmaster Leave a Comment

In “The Punishment Manual, Part I,” we outlined the use of physical punishment in the training of a submissive or a slave. But, as I said, that is only half the story. The true aim of punishment is to imprint your displeasure on the sub’s mind so that he/she will not repeat the offense. So ultimately all punishment has at its core a mental aspect to it.

In this second part of the Punishment Manual, I will present many purely mental punishments. I have used some myself. Others have been designed by other Dom/mes. But you should not confine yourself to those listed here. The only limit is your imagination and your understanding of your sub’s psyche. And this is worth repeating (and I will): always use a safe word or safe signal. In isolation punishments use the technology available; use a camera/cellphone combo to watch your submissive for any signs of distress.

MENTAL PUNISHMENTS

The most important part of any punishment is the mental part. All physical punishments should be preceded by a lecture explaining what the submissive did to displease the Dom, Domme, Master, Mistress or Goddess. Explain what the submissive is being punished for. This is essential. I would also give the submissive a chance (if he/she so desires) to explain why he/she thinks the punishment is unwarranted. Most likely, this will turn into a brief excuse session. But keep an open mind. If you, as the Dominant, are mistaken or you misinterpreted the infraction, be big enough to admit it. You will grow in stature in the submissive’s eyes. The lecture is indispensable to the proper discipline of a submissive. It is as important as the penalty itself. These lectures or explanations should precede all punishments — whether physical or mental.

There are some Dom/mes who use the lecture as a punishment in and of itself. Some submissives respond strongly to disapproval. Since the object is to train the submissive; the Dominant should not need to use physical punishment — or more severe mental punishment — unless necessary. Use the least painful punishment (mental or physical) that will accomplish the task. If a lecture works — and that is all that is needed — by all means use that as your primary tool of discipline.

Many punishments mimic those used in grade school. Requiring your submissive to hand write a given phrase – such as “I will not disrespect Master/Mistress in public” — a hundred times (or more) works wonders. Another old school punishment is the classic “dunce cap” routine. There are innumerable variations on it. Standing in the corner for a given period of time – an hour or two, for example – is one version. Making the submissive literally wear a home made “dunce cap” (make the sub make it) is not only humiliating, it borders on the totally devious. Use this latter one with care since humiliation is not to be used for every submissive’s discipline. If humiliation is a hard limit, don’t go there. Even for discipline.

Speaking of humiliation, punishment based on humiliation (if applicable) can be awesome. Making the submissive wear a baby pacifier in public can be a humbling experience. If the submissive has been mouthy, an entire evening without being allowed to speak will do the trick. A very extreme humiliation – use with care – requires the submissive to wear a sign stating her offense at a BDSM play party. Or just make the slave watch and not participate (if he/she likes to play publicly) at such a BDSM party. Yet another one – make the sub or slave eat out of a bowl on all fours like a dog. (But make sure the sub or slave does not like this; if he/she does, use another punishment.)

Isolation is another mental punishment. Making the submissive stay in a small room or closet with no link to the outside world for a couple of hours can be maddening. And one a submissive might not ever wish to repeat. But make sure the submissive cannot sleep though it. Standing up can make sleep all but impossible. As stated before, a safe word in these extreme punishments is essential – as is a camera to observe the submissive’s mental state.

A less severe form of isolation – especially in the information age – is suspending the slave’s computer, Internet, email, cellphone or television privileges. This is one form of isolation that is quite effective as a punishment. Complete sensory deprivation for a period of time is yet another variation on this isolation theme. Ball gagged, blindfolded in a dark room – add sleep deprivation (wake the sub/slave from time to time) and you have a totally diabolical punishment. Use with care.

If your slave is trained for housework, then punishments such as re-folding towels that were done sloppily or being made to eat off dirty dishes that were improperly cleaned are widely used. The “let the punishment fit the crime” imperative is a wise one to follow.

Then there are those unique punishments you devise yourself. These are the most fun. And the most bonding – because they are unique to your relationship. I tied my submissive up in a room and played The Weather Channel LOUD for an hour. She hates the weather channel. I doubt if she lives to a hundred she will ever forget that one.

Just keep in mind that even mental punishments can have their dangers. To repeat, never use a hard limit as a punishment. But if you use your imagination and maintain a sense of what is fair, the use of mental punishment to train a submissive or slave can be as effective as physical ones. And when used in combination with physical ones…WOW!

Finally, no matter what punishments you have used, do not forget aftercare. A punishment session can be exhausting for the submissive, both physically and emotionally. Thus the same procedures for post-scene aftercare apply for punishment sessions as well.

By BaadMaster
After a ten year run as head writer for the legendary bondage.com, and an equally long run as the host of the hit internet show “Baadmaster’s Dungeon,” we are pleased to welcome the one and only Baadmaster to KinkWeekly. His thoughts about all things BDSM will now appear regularly on these pages. From the mental aspects of D/s to the nuts and bolts of S&M play, Baadmaster will cover every facet of this ever expanding lifestyle.

The Punishment Manual – Part I

January 9, 2018 By Baadmaster 5 Comments

Most D/s articles on the Internet talk about punishment in terms of spanking. “If you do not obey, I will spank you.” But how does this work if the submissive or slave actually likes to be spanked? Here we will catalogue punishments you can actually use in the real time training of a slave/submissive. This will be one of my longest articles. But I wanted to start the year off with as complete a guide to punishment as possible.
First, some basic punishment principles. It is always important to match the punishment to the infraction. Let the punishment fit the crime. When a minor infraction gets a major punishment, you are sending the wrong signal. Try to administer punishment as closely as possible to the time of the violation. In this way the sub/slave will not only be properly and predictably disciplined, but will also respect his/her Dominant. Never let a punishment cause injury. Never, ever use a hard limit as a punishment. And, finally, always start the punishment with a lecture/explanation. (This will be more fully explained in Part II).

There is a debate as to whether punishment sessions should have safe words. In the year 2018, with all these winds of social change, I would say ALWAYS have a safe word for every session. Period.
There is also the question as to whether punishment is necessary in the training of a sub/slave at all. There is no rule that says there must be punishment in a Master/slave or Dom/sub relationship. I can envision a slave so instinctual he/she needs no punishment to serve flawlessly. Surely some subs/slaves can respond perfectly to praise or disapproval alone. Different (flogger) strokes for different folks. But as The Punishment Manual is intended only for those Dom/mes who use punishment as an integral part of their training, the point is moot.
There are two sides to the discipline coin – physical punishment and mental punishment. I have found that a balanced combination of both physical and mental punishment, along with praise, to be the most effective way to train a submissive or slave.
What follows are specific punishments that can be used effectively in the training of a sub/slave. I used many of them myself. Here is Part I – the “Physical Punishments” section.

PHYSICAL PUNISHMENTS

Find the “butt-beating” implement that your submissive dislikes. If he/she hates the paddle, cane or a particular flogger in your collection, use it. Look no further, you have found the perfect tool of discipline. When your submissive or slave commits an infraction that requires punishment, bring out the paddle or cane (or whatever implement is on the sub’s “un-wish” list) and administer punishment.
But keep out wary eye out for signs that the submissive is actually enjoying the “punishment.” Make sure you do not let the submissive get into subspace. If you see the submissive hitting “space,” stop. And tell the submissive why you are stopping.
Clever “bratty” subs have been known to misbehave in order to get a good beating. This might be fine for role-play or scening, but is counter-productive if you are seriously trying to train a submissive or slave. If this is the case, switch to another form of punishment.
Hair pulling is a great way to get your point across. Especially when verbal disapproval accompanies this action. A good hair pulling session with a “what did you do wrong” question and response routine is awfully effective.
A very popular punishment for a mouthy submissive is the age-old one of washing the mouth out with soap. This has worked for the last hundred years and will probably work for a hundred more!
“Sensory Deprivation” is perhaps the single most “unforgettable” punishment a Master/Mistress/Dom/Domme can mete out. Being tied and left alone – especially when ballgagged and even blindfolded — for a period of time is another punishment the submissive will not soon forget! In this technology era, a camera should be observing the submissive. And the Dom/me should be monitoring the camera on the cell phone at all times for any signs of distress or the safe word.
“Corporal Punishment” is a combination punishment – it encompasses both the physical and mental side. This corporal punishment “script” can be altered in many ways – but the major point is the question and response during the punishment. For example — “Does sub/slave know why he/she is being punished?” “Yes, Sir/Ma’am. I have shamed Master/Mistress by (reciting offense).” You can incorporate this Q and A technique to just about any physical punishment.
A variation on the sensory deprivation theme is being kept in a cage. Depending on the submissive’s fears (if it is a hard limit, avoid this as a punishment), this can be the one thing the submissive fears most. Requiring the submissive to eat out of a bowl is another aspect of this punishment that can be quite effective. Again, the objective is to know and understand your submissive or slave. To repeat – if caging, eating out of a bowl or sensory deprivation is a hard limit, this is not a punishment you should ever use.
There is really no limit on what you can use as punishment. Sometimes play that is enjoyable can be used as punishment when done in a disapproving manner or on another area of the body. For example, wax play on the buttocks might be one of your submissive’s favorite activities. But when applied to the breasts, the sub might hate it. In this case, use it!
These are the types of physical punishments that can be used when training a submissive or a slave. In Part II, I will outline mental punishments that will give you great ideas how to put the “D” in D/s!

Spanking: Pleasure or Punishment?

November 20, 2017 By Baadmaster 1 Comment

There is a common question in our lifestyle that if a slave enjoys being spanked, how can it also be used as a punishment? Quite confusing, wouldn’t you say? The corollary question is if the Dominant enjoys administering a spanking, how can he/she be objective when deciding when to administer punishment?

There is a view that is being promulgated (I sound so pedantic today, don’t I?) that says the submissive actually reacts differently to a spanking when it is intended for punishment as opposed to when it is intended for pleasure. Thus, when a slave knows there will be a punishment spanking, the mindset is such that he/she can derive scant pleasure from such an event. I am not entirely convinced that this is the case. Because if there is little emphasis on what the submissive did wrong, then this “punishment” can quickly slide into pleasure mode for the submissive. It is this laxity in pre-punishment preparation – the Top just spanks away – that encourages the notorious behavior known as the “bratty sub.” Here the submissive purposely misbehaves in order to get the spanking he/she so wants so badly. One trick here is to spank in an almost corporal manner. Talking to the miscreant submissive while administering the spanking is the key here. Here is a good script to follow while administering a punishment spanking.

“You know why I am spanking you?”

“Yes, Master/Mistress”

“And why is that”

“I was surly to you in public, Master/Mistress” Et cetera.

Making this spanking experience unpleasant – with the Dom/me making his/her displeasure clear — is critical. Still, the pleasure factor can easily slip in when the physicality of the “punishment” tilts toward the enjoyment end.

The reason I am stressing this, is that many Dom/mes like to spank whenever the slave/submissive misbehaves But most Dom/mes also enjoy spanking for the slave’s enjoyment. For example, spanking to put the submissive into subspace. Thus one must make sure that the two types of spanking have decidedly different effects on the submissive.

As for the Dom/me, there should be differentiation too. You should really not enjoy spanking your slave when you punish him/her. There is an old-school expression parents used when they spanked their kids. “This hurts me more than it hurts you.” This should be applicable in regards to the discipline of a submissive. You should not enjoy it so much that you nitpick your sub’s errors as an excuse to punish him/her. Unless you are just into role-play, having a slave means training your slave; and in training the slave the Master/Mistress must always be fair. Even a sadist must differentiate between punishment spankings and pleasure spankings.

Confusing you say? Let me unconfuse you since I have devised an easy way to differentiate between pleasure and punishment. My system is to be familiar with the effects of each implement. The key here is knowing what implement your slave likes and dislikes and in what order. For example, a former slave of mine positively hated the paddle. She could be put into subspace with the flogger, crop, hand or cane. But the paddle not only will knock her out of subspace in a flash, but it will also have the same effect that light has on Count Dracula. It drove her crazy!!! And not in a good way.

So, in this dynamic, the flogger, crop, hand or cane would be chosen for a fun spanking scene, the paddle would be the perfect instrument for administering punishment. This is, I think, a simple and elegant system for delineating between spanking for punishment and spanking for pleasure.

And since it is a physical system, it is less susceptible to the whims of a mental approach. I offer no guaranties; but give it a try. It just might work for you!

Trust in D/s Relationships

October 16, 2017 By slave_bunny 2 Comments

There are some people out there that think that being a submissive means that we will do anything a dominant says. But that is clearly not the case.

Submission is not given lightly, and it usually is only given to those that are deserving of that submission. The key ingredient that makes a submissive willing to give himself or herself over to a Dom in any capacity is trust. Why would we hand over any aspect of ourselves if we don’t feel that person has our best interest in mind? Why would we give ourselves over to someone that we don’t know for a fact is worthy of our service?

Because trust takes time to build, as time goes on, the sub becomes more devoted, service becomes better, and the Dom feels more comfortable bestowing more responsibility to the sub.

My Master and I started dating as a vanilla couple. To be honest, even though I knew I loved my Master very early on in our relationship, I would not have agreed to be his slave right off the bat.

I feel it’s a good idea to learn everything there is about your partner-what their preferences are, what their expectations are, what their lifestyle entails, who they hang out with, their daily routine, how they are going to treat you long term, their priorities in life, what their core values are, what kind of person they are- before jumping into any kind of power exchange dynamic.

Although doing a scene with someone calls for a high level of trust, becoming involved in a power exchange relationship requires a much deeper level due to the relationship/dynamic often extending outside of the dungeon and bedroom. For this type of relationship to be successful, you must be on the same page about so many things, and you need to know your partner inside and out.

A submissive needs to know that the Dom will be consistent, healthy, and respectful. A submissive should never worry about their Dom’s decisions or ability to make decisions for them. The point of this kind of dynamic is for life to be enhanced, not more laced with worry and doubt.

Lack of trust will breed that doubt, and create many hardships within the dynamic. Truly knowing your partner is achieved by spending time together in kink and vanilla settings. It’s not a good idea to just know someone in one location or circumstance. You need to know your partner comprehensively. Ask yourself- How are they out to dinner? How are they in the dungeon? Do they ever contradict themselves? Has there been instances of dishonesty? Are they reliable, punctual, and consistent? Picking a sub or a Dom needs to be carefully thought out, and never done on a whim.

There must be trust towards the sub from the Dom as well. That’s the only way this kind of thing works.

The Dom needs to be able to trust that the sub will stick to the contracts/rules/protocols, be able to meet their needs/wants/expectations, and be able to honestly communicate.

Clearly, there are so many things one needs to know, from both the D and s side of the slash, before entering into a power exchange relationship.

Giving the relationship and trust time to develop will make the relationship that much more whole and fulfilling in the long run.

I came to my Master with a few hard and soft limits when we first got together. But over time, as trust grew and solidified, I retracted those hard and soft limits. And I knew it was only because of the time we put in to develop such a strong foundation between us. We now live by RACK rules (Risk Awareness Consensual Kink), which means that nothing is off the table. I fully trust my Master to make all decisions for me in and outside the bedroom.

I am in NO WAY saying that you shouldn’t start by playing with SSC rules (Safe, Sane, Consensual), have safewords, or have limits. I believe you SHOULD start out that way. But as time goes on, maybe you will change your original dynamic, once the submissive fully trusts their Dom and the Dom truly trusts their sub.

In short, trust is paramount for a successful power exchange relationship, which only can come about with time and learning as much as you can about your partner.

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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.

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The Power of Punishment

October 16, 2017 By slave_bunny 6 Comments

How many of us have continually blamed ourselves for things we have done in the past? How many of us have had a partner remind us of our mistakes in a sarcastic or passive aggressive manner?

I feel the answer would be “yes” for most of us.

It’s human to have emotions that make us wants to hold onto things. It’s normal to make a mistake, blame others, and feel bad for what you have done or what has been done to you. However, it’s not healthy to hold onto the bad forever. We need to forgive ourselves, and we need our partners to forgive us as well (or the relationship is doomed to fail).

I have found the best way to do this is through receiving a punishment.

In our home, punishments aren’t given to make me feel worse. They are given so I can learn from my mistakes, so I can feel I have paid the price for what I have done, and so both my Master and I can move on from the incident knowing that it has been properly dealt with.

After the punishment is over, we hold no grudges towards each other. We even have a rule that the incident is not to be brought up again once the punishment has been completed. We always have a discussion about the infraction, and my Master will put in new rules and protocols, if necessary, to help reduce the chances of the incident re-occurring in the future.

With any punishment, the D type must figure out the why the misdeed occurred, and, if necessary, come up with ways to reduce the chances of it occurring in the future. That’s the only way a punishment can be truly effective. If a s type doesn’t know why they are being punished or the true magnitude of their mistake, the misdeed could keep occurring over and over. And who wants to deal with that?

D types should always assess whether their s type is actively defying them or if there is something else going on. A genuinely devoted s type will not actively disobey, unless that is something the D type wants to see in the dynamic. Some D types are into brattiness and youthful defiance, but I am not talking about that here.

Consistency is also key in making punishments effective. No matter how tired you are, D types always need to rise to the occasion and punish their s types if necessary. Inconsistency will create confusion in the dynamic, making the s type feel uncared for and/or even cause the s type to think they can get away with breaking rules. I actually feel upset if I forget to do something and I am not at least spanked by my Master for the infraction. I need that closure.

One of the most important things with regards to discipline is that the punishment should also always fit the offense. Many factors should be taken into account when giving a punishment, such as: frequency, the offense itself, the circumstances surrounding the incident, the s type’s state, the d types state etc.

My Master usually spanks me for minor infractions, and will use other means of punishment if the offense is more serious, or has occurred before. In the past, I have been given writing assignments, chores, and have had things withheld such as my work out classes or orgasms. All of these were very fitting to the specific offense, and my Master gave each of them a lot of thought before giving them to me.

A punishment should not be enjoyable for the s type, but should also never cross a hard limit. I would suggest, if you are going to use something physical like spanking as a punishment, to have a specific item you only use for disciplinary action. This toy/tool should be something the s type doesn’t like, but does not cross any hard limits either. For me, my Master’s implement of choice is a ruler, which I have grown to dread the sight of.

I also feel it is very important to thank your D type for taking the time to punish you. Punishing a s type means that that D type cares about the growth of the relationship and of the s type. Punishing is often very difficult for D types, so saying thank you can go a long way. In our home, we have a rule that I must thank my Master after any punishment. This helps me to show my gratitude for his commitment to my growth and the overall health of the relationship.

D types should never punish out of anger either. To ensure this never happens, in our home, Master does not have to punish me right away. He has 24 hours to give me my punishment. He will also let me know when he wants to talk about the incident. It’s always a good idea to have something like this in place to avoid not knowing what to do or what to expect when a rule is broken. It also allows the D type to punish when he or she is emotionally able to.

We are all human, and in any relationship people will anger or frustrate the other- no matter how much you love each other, how devoted you are, or how many rules you have. Because of this, it’s always wise to have some kind of protocol in place if an s type were to break contract. Some D types, may not want to punish, and that’s totally okay. But something should be put in place, whether it be a warning, punishment, correction, discipline, or exit clause if all and/or certain rules are broken.

Our punishment and reward system works very well for us because it allows us to move on from any misdeed very quickly. It puts an end to the incident in a physical way, which helps to alleviate any mental tension. It provides closure, acceptance and self-growth. It brings us closer as a couple. It also gives Master and me the space to talk about the incident, and to get ahead of any issues that might be forming.

Even though I never want to disappoint my Master, when I do, I am very grateful that he takes the time to punish me, so we can both gain closure and move on from any negative incident that occurs. I hope this article gives others ideas on how to accomplish these wonderful things too.

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.

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BDSM Scene Ideas: The Interrogation

August 14, 2017 By Desdemona 6 Comments

electro interrogation 01 submissive girl is strapped to chair and blindfolded — bella gets interrogated – will she reveal all of her secrets?

I’m a big fan of getting creative with BDSM play. Rope is great, and impact is fine, but what I love most is power exchange, and putting some thought and preparation into creating a great scene can go a long way towards heightening that dynamic.

In this article I’m going to describe one of my favorite scenarios – The Interrogation. It borrows from the genre of captured spy, or dirty cop, and it’s great not only to reinforce the dominance and submission of the participants, but also actually helps in revealing a lot about each other (well, about the sub anyway). Because of that, I generally incorporate this into a relatively early play session with a new play partner. Probably not the very first time, because it helps if a level of trust has already been established, but perhaps the second or third time. Having said that, it’s a classic that can still be fun even if you’ve been playing with them for years.

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Important – this scene is for people who already have an established BDSM relationship with their partner, and have already negotiated limits and safewords between them. The scene as described includes several different BDSM aspects, which should each have been discussed and agreed upon between the Dom and sub prior to playing. If any aspect is a problem for either person, you can of course modify and use alternative techniques instead.

What you’ll need:

Sturdy chair – I prefer one without arms so that the sub’s legs are not prevented from opening. I like simple wooden ones rather than comfortable modern ones, for added effect.
Wrist restraints – you could use rope if you want, but for this scene I prefer the convenience of leather cuffs. Ideally lockable like these ones.
Ankle restraints.
Connectors – something to attach the wrist cuffs together, and a lead or strap to connect the ankle cuffs to the back of the chair
Long leather strap – highly recommended, to secure the torso to the back of the chair. Prevents wriggling around.
Spotlights x 2
Nice torture toy – something painful but not too horrible. E.g. a Neon Wand, or TENS unit on a low setting
Mean torture toy – something a bit more serious. E.g. a Ta-zapper, or TENS on a higher setting
Pleasure toy (optional) – e.g. Hitachi or Fleshlight

I put a lot of stock in the ambience of a scene. So you don’t want to just casually invite your submissive to sit in the chair for a spot of interrogation. Instead, build up to it. Perhaps have them waiting in bondage for a little while beforehand, in the dark or with a blindfold on. Then (borrowing some dramatic effect from a spy thriller), suddenly and loudly grab them and manhandle them to the chair. Sit your sub down, and get him or her secured. Start with the wrists behind the back (whether they are behind or in front of the chair back will depend on the chair and your sub’s comfort level, and whether you care about that). Then do the ankles – you’ll want to get the legs spread as wide and far back as you can and then secure the ankle restraints to the chair leg. Finally, put the leather strap in place to secure the torso to the chair back – important to prevent too much wriggling around. Now, I prefer subs to not be wearing any clothes for this scene, so if they aren’t already there this could be a great opportunity to cut the clothes off, which can be a real thrill unto itself for some submissives (obviously, only if this has been negotiated and they aren’t overly attached to whatever they are wearing).

electro interrogation 04 -ankles strapped to chair — Make sure the bondage is nice and secure

Make sure the chair is secure and can’t fall backwards! Depending on what you do, the person tied to your chair may jump around a bit – the last thing you want is them falling backwards and being unable to cushion their fall.

Ideally the setting should be dark, which is perfect for now switching on your spotlights and directing them at the submissive. This creates a powerful effect of the person feeling like they are under scrutiny, while obscuring you as the questioner. Be aware of the power of the spotlight and exactly where you are pointing it – you don’t want to cause any permanent vision issues (like with all BDSM activities, I recommend testing on yourself before using on another person).

Now that the scene is set, you can begin the interrogation. Tell the person you are going to ask them some questions. Take an authoritative tone. Let them know you want them to answer you quickly, and truthfully.

I generally have two toys for this part. One mild torture toy like a violet wand set to a relatively gentle level. And one less forgiving toy like a Ta-zapper or simply a higher setting of the wand. You’ll notice the electrical play theme here, which I find accompanies the theme quite well, but you can of course substitute whatever you like for these – impact, clamps etc (electrical play can be dangerous – don’t do it without learning about how to do it safely first).

Explain to your sub that you’ll be using the violet wand as you ask them questions, and that it had better not distract them from answering you. And let them know that if you think they are lying about anything, or answering too slowly, or you otherwise don’t like their answer, then you’ll be using the mean toy on them. At which point you might like to demonstrate once on them for effect.

Now that the tone is set and they are likely in a cooperative frame of mind, you can begin questioning. Start with easy questions:

“What’s your name?”

“How old are you?”

“Where are you from?”

This will get them into the habit of answering you immediately and truthfully. Write down the answers. Even if you already know the answers, it’s part of the ambience and the role. Now, move onto more personal and embarrassing questions:

“How much do you weigh?”

“How many people have you fucked?”

“What sex toys do you own?”

This will help open the person up to you, and move them into a special kind of submissive mindset. Be mindful of any topics that are limits or triggers (which you should already know if you previously done a proper play negotiation). But other than that, aim to keep establishing your position of authority and make them open up and bare all to you.

“Have you ever done any drugs?”

“When was the last time you masturbated?”

“Tell me in detail about a fantasy you think about while masturbating”.

All the while throughout the questioning, you should be teasing them with your violet wand (or other toy of choice). It should add a pleasant level of difficulty as they try to answer your questions. And don’t forget to punish them with the mean toy if they take their time, or don’t provide enough detail, or even if the answer is true but you disapprove, or even pretend to disapprove on moral grounds (e.g. “have you ever cheated on a lover”)

You may decide to press for more details and ask different questions depending on your sub’s answers. In this way, it can be quite bonding as you learn things about them you might not have otherwise. For the sub, I am told it can actually feel quite liberating and exhilarating being made to reveal intimate details – like kinky therapy, perhaps.

And of course, you can file away the info you learn about their fantasies for use in future play scenes.

Once you are done with the questioning, if they have been good then you might choose to use your pleasure toy to get them off – they’ll no doubt be hot and ready for it. But that’s almost a clichéd finish now, so I’ll leave that up to you!

Stay tuned for more scene ideas in future editions.

Have you ever done an interrogation scene, either as the top or the bottom? Tell me about your experiences and any comments you’d like to add below!

electro interrogation 02 -submissive girl is shocked — Being forced to tell you her secrets can powerfully deepen your connection with each other

Writer, photographer, hedonist, Dom. After years of at-home BDSM, Dexx finally embraced the kink community and met many fantastic fellow kinksters in the scene. Along the way, it occurred to him that it would be just super if there was a magazine-style web site which catered to people interested in BDSM, and he recruited some of his friends to help create it. Find him here.

kirsten restrained

July 17, 2017 By Vice Erotica 4 Comments

Photographer: Vice Erotica Rope: ShamelessOne Model: Kirsten

Kirsten was a naughty girl. She teased and tormented her Sir with photos while he was away at work. Little did she know, Sir would be making a surprise visit for lunch…

Erotica: Dirty Cop

June 5, 2017 By Jenna Dark 6 Comments

My SUV flew along the dark highway at least twenty miles faster than the speed limit but I was on my way to my fuck buddy’s place for some after hours fun and I was already late. My phone buzzed in my lap and I opened the text, taking my eyes off the road for a few moments to read it.

“Where the hell are you? You’re really gonna get it now…”

I felt it between my legs, a violent jolt of electricity, and squeezed my thighs together. I thought of James’s strong hands prying them apart roughly and his low, impatient voice. “Open those fucking legs so I can see what’s mine.”

With one hand on the wheel, I typed my response. “My cunt is dripping wet just thinking about you punishing me.”

I dropped the phone into my lap and prepared to move into the exit lane. Then: a WOOP WOOP, a flash of lights and the black and white California Highway Patrol cruiser pulled alongside me. A police officer, in silhouette, gestured for me to pull off the freeway.

My stomach lurched. Six margaritas in the space of 2 hours over dinner with the girls meant I should not have been driving home. It had seemed like too much of a hassle to have to take a cab home and then pick my car up in the morning; now I was possibly looking at a night in the drink tank; no wait, it was Friday, which would mean I wouldn’t be getting out until Monday.

“Fuck,” I swore to myself as I exited the freeway.

A couple of minutes later I was sitting grimly in my seat, listening to the engine cool. I breathed into my palm, wincing as the top shelf tequila hit my nostrils. There was no way the cop wasn’t going to smell that. I gulped the rest of a bottle of warm water that had been in my car since that morning, swilling the vile tasting liquid around my mouth as I shot a text off to James.

“I just got pulled over by the fucking cops!”

I glanced in my wing mirror to see the officer walking slowly towards me. I fumbled in my purse and glove compartment for my documents, took a deep breath, then rolled the window down and readied my best expression of innocence and bewilderment. He leaned in the window and I smelled axe deodorant and minty toothpaste.

“Good evening ma’am. Do you know why I pulled you over?”

I prepared to plead my case and was immediately thrown off guard by the cop’s striking good looks. Piercing blue eyes, black hair and sensual lips. “I don’t know?” I said lamely.

“I clocked you doing 94 in a 70 mph zone. And you were texting while driving.”

The words tumbled out one after the other. “I swear I had no idea I was going that fast. I was having dinner with friends and I have to work tomorrow so I was in a hurry to get home.” I paused. “I was checking the time on my phone. I wasn’t texting.”

He frowned. “Have you been drinking tonight? ”

“No.”

The cop raised his eyebrows. “Driver’s license, registration and insurance please”.

I handed them over and awaited my fate. He looked over my drivers license. “You live at 72312 Orange Grove?”

“Yes I do.”

“You’re going the wrong way.” He pointed back over his shoulder. “Orange Grove is that way. So… where are you going?”

“To a friend’s.”

He looked at me closely and I swallowed. I was starting to perspire, partly due to guilt but also the close proximity of such a gorgeous police officer. Cop’s uniforms have always been a fetish of mine and this one wore his extremely well.

“Hmmm. Stay in your car, I’ll be back in a few minutes. Oh, and I’ll need to take your phone.”

I opened my mouth to argue but decided against it, and handed it over.
He glanced down to my lap and I followed his gaze. My dress had ridden up on the drive and you could clearly see I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I pulled the hem down, but it seemed too much like shutting the proverbial barn door after the horse had bolted. When I looked up he was already walking back to his car.

I sat there miserably, but not before noticing his shapely ass in the rear view mirror. I felt a twinge down there and winced, which only served to make me feel worse. Well, I wasn’t going to get laid tonight, that’s for sure. I would most likely spend it on an uncomfortable cot in a jail cell once Officer Sexy gave me the breathalyzer. I was looking at a hefty fine for texting as well. He was obviously going to check my phone to ascertain whether I was telling the truth about checking the time.

Oh crap. I slumped in my seat and closed my eyes, mortified. James and I had been texting all day, and our conversation had got progressively more risqué as the night had gone on. By now, Officer Sexy would be quite familiar with my kinky sexual fantasies.

“Could you step out of the car please?” I jumped. The cop was back with my documents and my phone.

“Why?”

“I can smell alcohol on your breath. Please step out now.”

Fuck. This was it. I slowly and reluctantly climbed out of the car as if I could somehow postpone the inevitable. I had worn a conservative outfit to dinner but changed into my ‘fuck me’ outfit in the car before leaving. Skin tight red tube dress with no underwear so my nipples were poking out like bullets – of course he had already seen that I wasn’t wearing panties – and stiletto heels. The cops eyes crawled over me. I must have made his night.

“Your outfit doesn’t leave much to the imagination, does it, ma’am? It must have been quite the dinner party.”

“I got changed afterwards.”

“For going to see your…friend?” He gestured to the phone and emphasised the word ‘friend’.

“Yeah.” I mumbled, my face starting to burn.

“You got another text from your… friend…while I was looking up your driver’s license information, which I took the liberty of reading.” He tapped the screen and proceeded to read aloud: “If you’re not here in five minutes I’m fucking you up the ass with no lube”. He looked up at me with a smirk.

My mouth dropped open, but no words came out.

“Those are some very interesting texts.”

I took a deep breath. “I didn’t know that sexting was an offence, Officer- what is your name?”

“Officer Smith. Sexting isn’t illegal, but driving while doing it, and driving while under the influence is… your point being?”

I didn’t have a point, and fell silent.

He spoke. “So it appears we have a situation here. You have been a very very naughty girl. I think it’s my duty to text James back and tell him not to expect you tonight.”

“What?” He laughed at my look of abject horror.

“You’re in serious trouble, young lady. You’re looking at losing your license and possible jail time.” I began to speak and he raised his hand to silence me. “However… I am willing to overlook it.”

I clutched at his words like a drowning man clutching at a proffered branch. “You are?”

“Yes. But not without punishment. Your actions tonight were irresponsible and dangerous. You could have killed yourself or others”.

I nodded. I felt that twinge again between my legs. “What kind of punishment?” I whispered. My mouth was dry. He licked his lips. God, he was sexy.

“Don’t worry about that right now. Lock your car up please.”

With trembling hands I did as he requested. He then took me by the shoulders and pushed me against my car, face forward. “Hands behind your back please”.

I struggled. “Hey! I thought you weren’t going to arrest me!”

“Shut up and do as you’re told” was the gruff response. Officer Smith handcuffed me securely, then marched me over to his car, held the back door open for me and as I leaned over to slide inside he gripped the back of my head and pushed me roughly the rest of the way. I ended up halfway off the back seat with my skirt all the way around my waist. I protested but he had already slammed the door shut and was getting into the driver seat. I leaned over and spoke into into the wire cage separating us.

“Where are you taking me?”

He turned around and smiled. “Just sit back and relax.”

Relax? In the back of a cop car with, granted, the sexiest cop I had ever lain eyes on, while he takes me to god knows where so he can dole out my ‘punishment’ for drink driving. It suddenly occurred to me that he was on his own; I thought cops usually travelled in pairs.

“Hey! Where’s your partner? I don’t think this is legal!”

He laughed at that and said “And you’d be the best judge of that, right?”

I sat back and fidgeted nervously as we drove away. After 30 long minutes, he pulled the car off the highway at an exit I recognized as being near the National Forest. We drove on the streets for a few minutes before taking a service road into the mountains. It was winding and bumpy and there was only room for one car in places. Tree branches scraped the side of the car and I rolled around in the back without a seat belt to keep me in place.

“Nearly there”, he called from the front.

The car pulled up in a small clearing and the engine turned off. We sat in silence for a few minutes. I had time to replay the night’s events over in my mind several times. My hindsight was as crystal clear as a mountain lake. I was about to break the silence when he opened the door and stepped out of the car.

He stood motionless for a few moments, looking off into the distance, then came around to the back door, wrenched it open and leaned in. I shrank back but he grabbed me forcefully by the arm and pulled me out into the cold night air. The temperature had dropped at least ten degrees, probably as we were deep inside the forest. I shivered. My dress had ridden all the way up so my bare pussy and ass were on display for him. My thighs were slick with my arousal.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” He asked.

“Yes” I murmured.

“Good girl.”

My pussy ached at his words. Officer Smith was extremely attractive and should have had no problem at all getting any woman he wanted. I would have given him my number if I had met him in a bar. He dragged me around to the hood of the car and pushed me forward over it. My cleavage and the side of my face mashed against the cold metal. My arms were still handcuffed behind my back. He kicked my legs apart and pushed himself between them so I could feel the bulge in his pants digging into my ass. It was a not entirely unpleasant feeling.

I grunted. “What are you doing?”

“Shhh.” He whispered in me ear.

He thrust himself further between my legs and ground his crotch against me. Then he laughed and stepped back, pulling on my handcuffs. With one hand he held me firm while the other one fondled my tits through my tube top, squeezing and kneading them. I whimpered. I knew that when his hand made it’s inevitable descent down there he would find my pussy sopping wet.

His movements ceased. “Did you say something?”

“No” I said, my heart hammering in my chest.

I was absolutely terrified and completely excited in a way I had never experienced before. I had played around with sub/dom fantasies with ex boyfriends and fuck buddies but it lacked something. The element of danger was missing. We’d had safe words and a familar environment that just couldn’t compete with being kidnapped and assaulted by a hot stranger, with the promise of much worse to come.

With one motion he pulled my tube top down, exposing my breasts. My nipples were so hard they hurt. He pinched and pulled at them with his free hand while I cried out in pleasure and pain. With his other hand he pushed my skirt up and slid his fingers between my legs. He whispered in my ear.

“Your cunt is dripping wet, just like you wrote. But tell me, is it wet for your friend, or for me?” I didn’t answer, so he slipped a finger up inside me, followed by another, and then one more.

“Fucking little cocktease” he murmured, and began to spank me on my bare ass with his other hand. Hard, stinging smacks, while he continued to finger fuck me roughly. “You dress like a whore, you get fucked like one…”

I was beyond words. Adrenaline was pumping through my body and I could barely speak. I felt myself quickly slipping towards the edge. Nothing could hold me back. I tensed and cried out. Then he stopped. My eyes flew open and I cried out in frustration.

“Not yet, baby. Remember, this is your punishment.”

“What the fuck?” I yelled in anger. “You’re sick!”

He spun me around to face him. Then he slapped my face. Hard. I was stunned, tears springing to my eyes.

“You can go back right now to your car and I can write you up for a DUI. You’ll go straight to jail until Monday morning.”

I just stared at him in confusion.

“Well?”

“I don’t want to go back.” I said in a low voice.

“What? Speak up.”

“I said. I don’t want to go to jail.”

“You want me to continue with your punishment?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I’m going to fuck you til you scream. Im going to give it to you hard and rough. I know you like that kind of thing, you kinky little bitch.”

My knees went weak. I nearly collapsed but he caught me and pushed me back down on the hood again. I felt him fumble with his belt and his pants slid down his legs. He pushed my legs wide apart as he positioned himself against my aching pussy.

“Ready, slut?”

He thrust himself inside me and I cried out. He was thick and thankfully I was well lubricated otherwise it would have hurt. He pushed himself deeper inside me and groaned in pleasure as he bottomed out. He held his cock inside me for a few moments, no doubt enjoying the sensation of my hole gripping his cock while I panted like a bitch in heat. He kissed my cheek gently.

“Good girl. I’m going to make you my bitch.”

He began to fuck me deep and hard, grinding himself in circular motions against my bottom, one hand wrapped in my hair for leverage and the other smacking me on the ass, my cries only seeming to make him more excited. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter; I began to push back against him and he grunted in my ear.

“You like this don’t you? You horny little slut.”

The hand that he had been smacking me with grabbed me around the throat and squeezed. I gasped for breath as his fingers pressed harder against my windpipe. I felt myself getting lightheaded and I struggled to stay conscious. His other hand kneaded my clit as his cock pumped in and out of me. I spasmed helplessly as a monstrous orgasm flowed through me. His hands released their grip slightly and I cried out in a mixture of pain and intense pleasure. He withdrew from me and I fell to the ground in a heap and lay there twitching. He immediately pulled me up by the hair and looked into my eyes. His eyes were shining with amusement.

“Didn’t I tell you not to come?”

“I -uh-”

He slapped my face. “Bad girl.”

He pulled me by the hair back over to the cruiser, leant against it and pulled me forward so that I was kneeling between his legs with his large cock stretched out like an iron rod. I looked up at him.

He rubbed his cock against my cheek. It was wet with my juices.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

I nodded and opened my mouth, never taking my eyes off his. I took his cock in my mouth and began to suck gently. I could taste and smell myself on him and I shuddered slightly. I looked up and he was watching me with a faint smile on his face.

“You call that a blow job?”

He grabbed the back of my head and forced it all the way down his length, forcing my jaws wide to accomodate his size. I retched but he held it fast. I couldn’t breathe and struggled with him again frantically. He held my head and fucked my throat as I gagged and gasped and swayed on my knees. He had his hand wrapped in my hair again so I couldn’t fall down. This continued for about ten minutes until I felt the muscles in his leg tense and he suddenly came, groaning, into the back of my throat. He held it there until his orgasm had subsided then pulled out of my mouth.

“Swallow it.”

I did as he said and nodded my complicity. He squatted down next to me, pried my jaws open and peered inside, presumably to make sure. Satisfied, he grinned at me.

“It was my lucky night, pulling you over.
“I’m not done with you yet though I’m having far too much fun to let you go home. Aren’t you having a good time?”

I looked at the ground. I had just had the best orgasm of my fucking life, bent over a police car, taken roughly from behind. I could still feel his heat throbbing between my legs. I had consented to this. Hadn’t I?

“I’ll take your screaming orgasm as a yes. But there is still one hole that I haven’t explored yet, isn’t there?”

He lifted me up until I was laying on my back on the cruiser then kissed me gently, running his tongue over my lips as I whined softly.

He ran his hands all over my body, cupping my breasts, grabbing my ass, squeezing and pinching my nipples. “Such beautiful nipples.. I wonder how they taste….” he said thoughtfully, before descending and taking one in his mouth. He sucked and nibbled on it, while continuing to assault the other one between his fingers.

His free hand traced a line down my stomach and between my spread legs. It was a sore down there from the rough pounding I had just received and I tensed up. He slid his fingers over the opening, which was slippery with my arousal, then released my nipple and brought his face level with mine.

“What a dirty little slut you are.”

He continued to stroke between my legs. “Please.” I wanted to tell him to stop, that this was wrong, but the words wouldn’t come out.

“Please what? Please fuck your ass?”

He slid one finger inside my ass followed by another and began to explore deep inside as I threw my head back, my eyes squeezed tightly closed. He murmured in my ear. “Happy to oblige, baby…”

I knew I was about to cum again, and moaned when he pulled them out roughly and slapped me across the face.

“You don’t get to cum again, whore. You’re here for MY pleasure, not the other way around. Understand?” I just stared at him dumbly.

He slapped me, harder this time. My cheek stung. “I said… Understand, bitch? Nod if you do.”

I complied, not taking my eyes off him.

“Good. Glad we understand each other.

“Look.” He pointed down and my eyes followed his fingers automatically. His cock jutted put, fully erect again. He stroked himself.

“This is going in that tight ass. Well, it won’t be so tight when I’ve finished with it.”

I felt fingers sliding into my pussy, then wetness around my asshole as he lubed me up with my own cum, then pressure as a long finger penetrated my tiny hole.

“Let’s get you opened up” he murmured in my ear and I squealed as another finger joined the one already inside.

“You thought you were going to your friend’s to get fucked tonight, didn’t you? Then I came along…”

He spread my cheeks apart and rubbed his cock between them, before lining it up and sliding into the hole. I jerked away from him instinctively but there was nowhere for me to go. I was held fast. I whimpered as inch by agonizing inch, he pushed his thick cock inside me. I was barely breathing and relaxed for a moment when he stopped. Then suddenly he thrust hard and I screamed as he pushed his entire length inside me. He put one arm around my waist and took a handful of my hair with the other hand, pulling my head forward until I thought my neck would snap…and began to fuck my ass with brutal thrusts, whispering in my ear almost the entire time, taunting me.

“You like that thick cock up your ass, bitch?”

On and on he pounded me until tears were streaming down my cheeks. He would squeeze my throat until I was gasping for air, before releasing me just before I blacked out, then repeat it over again.

“Feel me cum inside your asshole, you fucking bitch…” he growled in my ear and, with a groan, unloaded inside me. He fucked me for a few more minutes even after cumming, before finally slowing down and pulling out. He was breathing heavily. He held me close to him and whispered in my ear.

“I’m about to go off duty. I can return you to your car and you can go to your friend’s or you can follow me home. I have a king size bed and no neighbors. It’s your choice. Or perhaps you’ve had enough?”

I thought of his thick, throbbing cock and knew that I could never have enough. I knew what my answer would be.

Erotica/smut writer and submissive pet, Jenny dabbled in kink over the years but didn’t fully embrace it until her submissive desires were awakened more recently. She enjoys every letter in the BDSM acronym. When not being a good, obedient pet she enjoys hiking the beautiful trails around LA and painting.

BDSM Scene Ideas: Sluttification

May 8, 2017 By Desdemona 9 Comments

Sissification has long been a staple of the Fem-dom playbook. Also known as forced feminization, it involves a male submissive being made to wear feminine clothes (think lingerie and heels) and makeup, and then being made to do things in traditionally feminine ways – walking, talking and otherwise acting female-esque.

I borrowed from this concept to come up with a fun scene idea that can be used with a female submissive. Well, I suppose it can be used on any kind of submissive – but I have found great success in play with female submissives.

I present to you “slutification”.

As with sissification, there is a moderate D/s element to this play. There can also be some shame involved, which may be added to with verbal humiliation. How this is experienced will vary greatly depending on the submissive and her various life experiences and values. Make sure that any aspects you incorporate into the scene are within the bounds of what you have previously negotiated for play with your partner.

What you’ll need:
-One or more slutty dresses (there are some great options if you search “slutty dress” on Amazon. I like this one
-Tacky lingerie (something like this)
-Very high heeled stilettos (5+ inches)
-Assorted cheap and brightly colored lipsticks
-Assorted cheap eye shadows
-Extra black mascara
-Foundation
-Blush

I think you can probably see where I’m going with this.

It’s pretty simply really. Start by letting her know that the outfit she chose is not to your liking. You were hoping for something a little… sluttier. Let her know you are going to help her learn to be a good little whore for you. At that point you can pull out the dress, lingerie and shoes you got her, and tell her to get changed. Now, depending on how extravagant you want to go, you might have a few different outfit options for her. Make her go and get changed for you. You will sit waiting while she changes in another room and comes back to model the dress for you.

If you happen to own a spotlight (also useful for interrogation scenes), make her step into the bright light so you can examine her properly. Have her turn and twirl for you.

Once you are satisfied with her new attire, it’s on to the artistic part!

Have your precious pet kneel in front of you while you sit in a comfortable chair. You could incorporate some bondage at this point if you like, but I prefer the D/s aspect of ordering her into the correct positions to your liking.

If you are anything like me, you have extremely limited experience applying makeup to a person. Great! The less skilled the better for this part. The goal here is not to make her look beautiful – it’s to make her look like a cheap hooker. So start with some foundation. Then the lipstick. Make sure to choose something extra bright and garish, and once she gets her lips nice and taught for you, smear it liberally on.

Your girl is no doubt well versed in applying make up to make herself look pretty, so by now she will be starting to realize that your technique is less than expert. It will be a true test of her submission to accept this as you undo all of her patient preparation. What a perfect time to rattle off some yogi quotes for her about gratitude, humility, and being calm in the face of adversity.

On to the eyes! When choosing an eye shadow, I recommend… you guessed it – bright and colorful! One play partner informed later that she just knew I was going to go for the blue. Apparently it’s the clichéd choice for such scenes. Nevertheless, so timeless and classic all the same. Follow your heart on this one. Next up, the lashes. Let’s go big and bold and fat with those bad boys.

Finally, it’s time to slap on a little blush and your masterpiece will be complete.

From here, you have any number of directions for where to take the scene. Perhaps you make her do a strip-tease for you, perhaps you give her some explicit training on how to be a good slut… or maybe just drive her to a seedy street and make her flaunt her wares. Don’t forget to keep reminding her about exactly how she looks.

Have you ever done an slutificaiton or sissification scene, either as the top or the bottom? Tell us about your experiences and any comments you’d like to add below!

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