Last night I dreamed about frantic masturbation. I cannot remember why I was jerking off so urgently in my dream, but upon waking up I found I was eager to continue rubbing my cunt under the sheets. This lead to my belated filth for this week featuring desperate wanking, the threat of impact play, and a humiliating mind-fuck.
The current Kink of the Week topic is humiliation, which delighted me but also presented me with a slight conundrum. This is because I write a lot of light degradation and squirmy embarrassment – and I haven’t totally figured out the subtle differences between these, so please excuse me if I use them without nuance – in my filth. How could I chose just one aspect of humiliation to write about? Instead of one big, coherent post, I’m offering four short vignettes about humiliating orgasms.
“I want to torture you. Consensually.” – words I sent to a friend last night. I hope the DM message made him smile. In fact, no: I hope it made him hard. This piece of smut, however, is for me, because I want to distract myself from the mess that my every day life is swiftly becoming with a fantasy. A fantasy where I can be confident, be in control, and cavort with dirty words.
This smut is inspired by all the subby boys out there who are thinking about being edged until it’s painful, locked into a chastity cage, or enduring self-enforced denial for torturously long periods of time. Sometimes, when I’m feeling a little bit dominant, I like playing with the other side of my denial kink and telling cute humans that they’re not allowed to orgasm. I like making them wait.
I was thinking about my vaginismus over the weekend, and found this erotica piece half-finished in my drafts folder. The idea of a dominant, particularly one in a nurturing, care-giving role in our dynamic, helping me use dilators to help me work on putting things inside my vagina is hot, especially they also use orgasm control to motivate me.