On hold
Breathe. Just sit for a minute, wrapping the soft blanket around you. Cup your vulva, enjoying the feeling of comfort it brings. Allow yourself to put everyone on hold, just for a moment, and breathe…
Daddy’s tits
“He told you to write that on your tits, did he? So you could remember all weekend who you belong to? Well, you didn’t do it right. You’re not just Daddy’s girl, you’re his slut. Daddy’s tits should say that you’re a slut.”
Good girls practice
Good girls get on their knees and suck cocks. Good girls also practice, so when they’re told to get on their knees they can be used as they should be…
Wanted: a cunt photographer
Wanted: up-skirt photographer. No pay given other than occasional glimpses of cunt and arse. Please send examples of prior work; experience in capturing exposed cunts not essential but discretion is necessary.
Supine
It’s not going to be a quick fuck, that’s not what he needs. I’m positioned supine on the bed, and told to hold myself open for him. His touches are slow and deliberate, each one a reminder of his control. I squirm underneath him, but tonight is about him taking his pleasure in me. Using me. He fucks me with one hand on my throat, and the other pinning my hands above my head. The look in his eyes dares me to struggle, but today I am a good little fuck toy.
Clean glasses and a dildo
No, don’t take your glasses off today, little girl. Keep them on while you practice for me. Why? You look pretty with your glasses on, and it will help remind you that you are mine all the time, not just when you take your glasses off and get down on your knees. You’re mine all the time, little slut. I think you forget that sometimes.
Can you start with the small one today? Yes, you may, but remember you’re training so you can take my cock, and there won’t be any warm up then. No, wait a minute. Clean your glasses before you begin. I want to be able to see your eyes watering as you look up at me, pleading, begging, desperate… Yes, I want to be able to see your eyes behind your glasses. I want you to know I can see what how eager my little girl is to suck my cock.
Snap: a haiku
Hollows in my skin
highlighted by shadows; the
space between my tits.
Sundays are for showers
Sundays are for sleepy spooning. Sundays are for sweet, slow screwing. Sundays are for snuggling on the sofa. Sundays are for spanking your sub when they’re sassy. Sundays are for screwing and strategic stimulation and sucking bruises into their skin. Sundays are for showers, to wash the week away…
A good ache
You know the ache you get when you’ve done a really long run the day before, one where you really pushed yourself? When you’re sore in such a good way, and the dull pain in every muscle reminds you how I exerted myself the pervious day. For me, the best discovery in the last year is that sex does exactly the same thing.
I love how the day after I have sex, I don’t only feel any soreness from a spanking, but also painful joints and aching muscles that you notice with every step. I get off on not the pain, exactly, but how the sensations remind me of the effort I put in the day before.
A strained relationship
One of the first things I wanted to try, when I began dipping my toe in the pool of arousal that I came to learn was actually an ocean of kinky fuckery, was nipple clamps. Even when I was still nervous and unsure, slowly exploring my vulva, my nipples were “safe” in that I understood them. And damn, did they feel good when I played with them.
I traced slow, sensual circles; I flicked quickly; I pinched sharply – and all the while I ground a clit I couldn’t yet have placed my finger on into my heel. I loved my nipples, and I loved weaving nipple play into my fantasies. Even when I got to know my body better, touching – or better yet painfully tweaking – my nipples was a great way to turn me on.
In the first set of sex toys I bought, I chose a pair of nipple clamps. I was excited to try them out for the first time. When I held them in my hand, their weight felt heavy and intoxicating. When I tried them on, though, my fantasies didn’t come to life. You see, my nipples themselves aren’t actually that big or sticky-out-y, and I discovered that attempting to attach a clamp to one of them created a paradox. Either the clamp would slip off, or I would have to tighten it to a painful point before pleasure… and then it would squeeze itself off.
I know I need to try different clamps until I find a pair that fits me comfortably and works for my nipples. I’m sure I will find some, but for the time being the pairs I do own sit at the bottom of my toy bag, a rather sad reminder that I’ve been unable to fulfil some of my earliest fantasies.
However, kink doesn’t always have to be ultra serious. While I haven’t found a pair of clamps that will work on my nipples, a tea strainer seems to do the job…
Another airport adventure
“Bend over slut.” I obey, wetness seeping into knickers, but I peek up at him as he deftly ties my hands together. His fingers move quickly, and while I’m still swooning a little at his skill he’s moved behind me and is tugging my knickers down. Two sharp smacks land on my bottom. “Head down, slut, let me use my fuck toy.”
Come on my cock
I come, but not inside him. No, I want to see my come splurting over his arse. I want to mark him, own him; but also kiss him and call him a good boy. I want to massage my come into his skin, exactly as he has done to me so many times. I slowly jerk my cock, milking the last drops of come from it, hand brushing against the red marks left from his spanking.
Nicely finished
“I’m going to come like this, little slut, when you can’t touch me. You’re craning your neck up, gag pushing your pretty little mouth open, begging me with your eyes to let you help. But you want to be used, little slut, don’t you? So you don’t get my cock in your eager cunt or your pliant mouth, even though you’re desperate for it…”
A good old fashioned spanking
What’s enough to get a girl out of a spanking? Apparently not taking my knickers off in a restaurant, or putting a butt plug in for the first time in said restaurant’s bathroom, or being a good girl and staying quiet while he reached over to rub my clit under the table. When we got back to my flat I was told to bend over and lift my skirt up…
Ready for you Sir
“Head down, little slut. Raise your arse so I can spank it and draw those sweet little sounds from you. Yes, arch your back, just like that… good girl. Now stay there while I turn your arse red – we both know that’s what you want.”
Raindrops on roses
Raindrops on roses and stockings on good girls,
Her panties on view as her skirt lifts as she twirls,
Subby girls hoping to be tied up in string,
These are a few of my favourite things.
Wrapped in stars
Stripped of clothes and dignity, I am wrapped in ropes of stars. Bound by fairy lights, I am a willing captive beneath your Christmas tree. Left there as a gift for you, to unwrap and play with. But honestly? You using me is my present…
