My show!

Were both laid on the bed naked after Sir just gave me a good hiding for being cheeky as usual, the summer sun beaming through the window making the room uncomfortably warm I'm laid on my belly stretched out next to him while he's half sat up lent on the headboard checking something on his phone with one hand and idlely stroking my back with the other.

I roll on my back and let out a loud huff, he cocks his head towards me eyebrow raised naturally suspicious.

"Is something wrong pudding?" His voice laced with sarcasm.

My bottom lip pokes out

"I'm hungry and hot!" I whine at him with my best toddler tantrum voice. 

"Your hungry and hot?" Sir repeats back to me half chuckling 

I throw myself back on my front in a huff covering my face pretending to have a hangry temper tantrum.

He lets a big booming laugh out, leaning down to lift one of my arms up to peer at my face. Smiling at my grumpy demeanor.

"Is my pudding REALLY grumpy?" His grin is infectious, making my lips twitch

"Yes!" I pretend to snap, hiding my face away from him again.

Sir bursts out laughing again! Then leaning down bites my still red bum just before getting up, my leg kicks out in protest to his affectionate assault.

"Okay okay, my grumpy little Pitbull I'll feed you"

He wonder off into the kitchen and I stay as I am, listening to him clattering about in the freezer then the cutlery draw. I hear his footsteps returning to the room but I still don't move or look up, well I was in full swing with my pretend tantrum now. Might aswell keep it up!

I feel his weight come back onto the bed but Sir kept silent...

"AH! GRUMPS!" I yelp in a high pitched squeal. Jumping up quickly to face him, he'd put the freezing ice cream tub on my red bum! 

That infectious smile of his is there again, I spot the ice cream, a rocket lolly and one spoon.

"Which ones mine?" I ask impatiently actually becoming a little grumpy after he'd jump scared me.

"Which ones yours what?" Sir prompts reminding me of my manners but in the same breath fucking with me for his own entertainment.

"Which ones mine please Sir?" I say through gritted teeth.

"Both as it happens my stroppy puppy, we're sharing" his eyes have that familiar sinister glint in them which makes me wary of him.

My hand reaches out for the ice cream tub but he pulls it away above his head so I can't reach it, I look at him confused and start to pout again. 

"Hopeful aren't you?" Sir says like I'd just done the most silly thing in the world.

"Lay back pudding, wrists crossed above your head" I do as I'm told, he binds my wrists to the headboard pulling on them to make sure I'm secure and the demon brat can't escape mid scene.

I lay there fully stretched out, my hands bound but he's kept my legs free for now. Watching him open the tub, he takes the first taste of it. Fully enjoying the flavour then another spoonful for himself. Sir ignores my puppy eyes for the moment till I flex my small toes on his leg in a silent bid for his attention.

He eventually looks at me, lips twitching finding it highly entertaining me being trussesed up like this, holding my mouth open like a baby bird tongue out slack hoping he'll take pity on me and give me a bite. 

It works! Sir leans over with the spoon giving me a taste of the white chocolate ice cream instantly making me happy!

"Thank you Sir! More please!" I squeak at him doing a wriggley happy dance.

He spoon feeds me three more times but then on the fourth, tilts the spoon so the ice cream drops onto my tits. The cold makes me twitch and my face screw up for a brief second but then he's on me. His warm tongue licking the sticky mess away, drawing my nipple into his mouth as he does, I hiss a little because it was boarding on pain then relax once he lets go.

He repeated the process a few times, dropping the ice cream on me and lapping it up. Sometimes gnawing on my sides to hear me giggle and squeal too! This time he drops it on my pussy which has already made a sticky mess of its own with all the excitement...

He leans down, his mouth on my clit licking and sucking away the burny cold feeling, flattening his tongue for bigger licks in the folds of my wet cunt.

"Hmm, my sweet tasting pudding" Sir muses

Sitting back up, he hovers his mouth over mine. Teasing me, playing with my sticky cunt as he does. I lift my head up to try and kiss him but he pulls his lips away.

"Please grumps!" I beg 

"Please what?"

"Please kiss me Sir...I want to taste myself on your tongue" I whine 

He allow it, kissing me deeply. He taste like me and sickly ice cream, it's delicious and I can't help but get greedy lifting my head taking all he'll let me.

Sir eventually pulls away.

"Now the lolly" he announced looking at me in that sinister way he does.

He takes the lolly out the packet, it's melted slightly but still holding its shape, he takes a lick of it himself then offers it to me.

I latch down on the lolly with my teeth, my tongue sweeping underneath it so I could keep it in my mouth a little longer. He slaps my inner thigh hard making me jump and release the lolly.

"Bad puppy! That's not yours to keep!" 

I pout and whine like a dog but he ignores it. Rubbing the lolly on my nipple watching the little peaks go hard again, he does this with both, sucking on them hard afterwards drawing them into his mouth till it became painful making me moan and squirm.

Sir trails the lolly down my belly, smiling at my twitching as he goes, he eventually gets down to my soaked sticky pussy.

My eyes widen when the penny drops what he's about to do.

"Problem pudding?" He goads, challenging me.

"No problem Sir" I fire back

I shuffle and relax flopping my legs open rather than bracing myself for my clit to be frozen off. Then I feel it, tip of the lolly going into my cunt, I twitch a little trying my best not to give him that satisfaction of seeing me jump.

"Are you still too hot pudding?" 

Fucker, he loves tormenting me

"Yeah, as it happens your not much good at this are you?" sarcastic as I could.

He pulls the lolly away, slaps both my thighs hard then rest the cold on my wound.

"Cheeky brat" 

He puts the lolly back in me, he plays with my clit aswell. Occasionally swapping the lolly out for his mouth, telling me how sweet I taste and how wet this is making me, how hard his cock is and that he can't wait to get inside me eventually.

It didn't take long for me to start begging, squirming turned into thrashing and I get louder and louder as he continues to tease me.

"Please Sir, please please let me cum! I'll behave, I promise! I'll do as you ask whatever you want just please let me cum!" 

He chuckles "I'll hold you to that but not yet" 

He carries on for a few more minutes till my begging becomes whimpers...

He finally relents "you can cum my cute little begger" 

He drops the lolly and replace it with his fingers, fucking me fast. His mouth on me too sucking my clit till I eventually blow! My hips bucking as I cum so hard my vision blurs, thanking him over and over for fucking me...

I feel him untying my wrist rubbing them better while I'm half dazed then leaning down to kiss me, both of us sticky messes. 

I smile at him and start to giggle.

"That was...fun, thank you Sir"

With a wolfish grin he agrees with me 

"It was little one, come on. Shower time! You can suck my cock and think about all the things you promised when begging, then we'll finish our ice cream...after you've rode me obviously"

Being a neurodiverse adult can just be fucking hard man!

 

It's more finding a partner that's patience that's the hard part.

 

When you have ADHD so many extra factors come into just simply having sex.

 

For example, myself personally can either become very overwhelmed very quickly and just can't perform the way I want to and even worse perform the way I know I can or I'll just be on the brink of orgasm and a silly thought will just pop in my head and all of a sudden I've dropped back down.

 

Speaking of drop, because neurodiverse people tend to lack dopamine in general and once we get that all time high we all love! It comes toppling down like Jenga bricks! 

 

I suffer with such bad sub drop it's not even funny but I've been beyond lucky that I've had partners that are fully onboard with after care and my particular needs when it comes to it.

I personally need feeding after a scene or long fucking session, anything with sugar will do!

 

So yeah, if you do meet someone on the scene that admits to be neurodiverse, please be patient. We can't it and get just as mad at ourselves just as you probably are!

The young lads at work were playing around outside yesterday attempting to whip each other with wet T towels.

I watched them enjoying their innocent horse play. They were just slapping the towels at each other's legs and laughing but boys being boys one of them got too big for his boots and started to get cocky.

"Ha! This doesn't even hurt!" One lad said to the other.

"Well no I'm not putting any power behind it though" replied the other lad

It wasn't a case of power, their technique was wrong the towel was open and they were smashing the towels down similar to a overhead throw like a cricket ball making a small thudding sound.

"Nah your just a weak little pussy that's why!"

Usually I wouldn't intervene in these things but I'm not a fan of young skinny kids getting picked on even if it is just banter, so I interjected.

"Pass me the towel mate?" I asked the skinny lad "I want to show you something"

"Ooo now your getting a girl to fight your battles!" The cocky one starts

A sinister little chuckle comes out of me as I twist the towel, tightening it as much as I can.

"You see lads, life isn't all about power and strength" I muse a loud as I get into a decent stance.

"Sometimes it's about knowledge, for example. I might not have as much technical strength as you young chaps"

I lower my hands once the cocky lad naturally backed off and turned just enough so I could get to the back of his thighs, he probably thought it was doing to hurt less...bless him

CRACK!

I flick my wrist with as much grace and speed as I was taught though my weapons as usually abit more "technical" than this but the towel made the lovely thundering sound as it whipped the young lad at the back of his thigh.

"Fuck! Ah! Stop it! That hurts! The cocky one cries out as he bends to the floor rubbing the back of his thigh.

"but I do have a technique" I muse again

I wink at the skinny one has he smiles widely after I just humbled his mate a little throwing the towel back at him.

"It's all in the wrist mate" I say to him as I walk back inside

"where'd you learn to do that!" He calls after me

"Don't ask."

Saw a comment thread on FetLife this morning.

 

A guy who was in a "dynamic" commented on quiet a popular sadists post about his partner. The guy tagged his own partner in this post saying "why can't you be a good girl like this?" 

 

The submissive commented back saying she'd do better for him and would keep trying.

He said "good because you know you are always replaceable" 

 

Comments like these are NOT okay!

 

If humiliation is part of your dynamic and that is your kink then fair enough but know the difference between consensual humiliation and down right abusive behavior that creates insecure toxic hang ups!

 

Humiliation takes trust, understanding, communication and a very long time to establish.

If you are new into the scene don't take this lightly and think it's part and parcel of the kink world. 

 

If you express you are new on whichever platform you use, you will no doubt be inundated with messages! Mostly from guys with profiles like "new to this site but not new to kink have 20 years of experience! Want a new submissive to mould as my own!"

Red flag 

 

They'll usually have either profile pictures of their dick or pictures on their own with no face showing with such things as "I don't have face pictures because of work" which can be true but usually there's still proof of kink pictures with other people.

 

You'll occasionally get those that use "stock" photos too, something you'd see on the cover of a smutty book.

 

Another red flag!

 

As someone who has been around the block with this, my advice would be to go to events and make submissive friends first, the real doms usually follow.

 

To those you do meet online that look legit still be very very careful because they could be catfishes all the same.

 

I write this as a women that's been fortunate enough not to fall into this trap but I often see many that do so please brothers and sisters alike be very careful and watch for those red flags!

 

Never expose yourself online or IRL purely because a "dom" demands it, submission is earned not entitled

 

Stay safe folks! ✌️

Had a facetime play with my on and off Dom yesterday.

We've been friends and on and off play partners for the best part of 5 years I'd say.

I've always found him to be quiet a soft dominant with a sadist streak, we've got a good relationship all in all, we're comfortable with each other and laugh alot.

He called me a little earlier than expected yesterday, I was still in the bath at the time so had to rush to somewhat get dry.

I bunched my hair up and shoved my old faithful denim shirt on, it has pop buttons so when he eventually pulled me for not being completely naked I could make a show of it popping the buttons one by one, which I eventually did.

"Hello little one" he greeted me, I smile and say hello back having missed the old man.

I grumble at him because he was early and i still had water dripping down my head. We were both pressed for time yesterday and both knew it was a fly in visit so to speak.

"So!" I exclaim as I clap my hands together "what would you like Sir?"

"I'd like to see your tits little one" I probably made a face because he's never been one to mince his words but I begin to pop the buttons on my shirt and strip.

"Do you have your toys?"

"Erm yeah, give me a sec" I root around for my toy box and grab out what I need.

"Clamp your nipples pudding" he commands in his soft tone. He's southern and I've always enjoyed his posh little accent.

I do as I'm told but it hurts, bad. I'm due on so it really fucking hurt I first attempted to show off by placing the chain on my neck and then clamp them which made me squeal!

Sir bellows out a laugh as I continue to mess with the clamps

"Clamp them and then pick the chain up with your mouth"

I do it, though it was pushing my limits and I quickly take them off!

"Ow" I murmur and make a pouty face hoping he'd lay off me. I take my nipple into my mouth and suck the hurt away.

"And the other one, it's looking neglected" I look at him he's got that sinister grin of his on. He's loving this and I get my own satisfaction that I'm turning him on.

"Good girl"

I lay back afterwards one hand rubbing my now sore boobs and the other hand resting near my freshly trimmed pussy my finger millimetres from my clit.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?"

"I'm not! My hand is just resting there..."

"Hmm yeah, I believe you" a small part of me thought I got away with that untill he says "well, I think your tits need slapping"

Ugh, I'm not getting an inch today!

"How many Sir?"

"Five on each"

I crack my boobs five times each thanking him for each strike.

"Are you wet little one?" He asked in that smug tone of his.

"A little" I say nonchalantly.

"Maybe your cunt needs slapping too then"

I slapped my pussy 5 times with little flinching hoping that would be the end of his little game and we could get down to the good stuff.

"Spread your cunt and hit your clit 5 times too"

I do as I'm told muttering under my breath, I love our little games but he loves the stubborn brat as much as I love playing it I can't help but laugh as I do it.

Hitting my clit with reasonable force made me jump and buckle, Sir laughed as I thanked him for everyone of the strikes. I'm pretty sure I called him an arsehole at this point too.

It did get me wet though, he knows me well enough to know what I need.

"Do you want to play with your vibe puds?"

"Please Sir!" I scrambled for my vibe and my favourite lube readying myself and the vibe.

I lay back and make myself comfortable, setting my vibe off.

It never takes long when I'm performing like this, I fucking love been watched.

"What do you say pudding?" I hear Sir say, his voice barely audible to me through the fog.

"Thank you for fucking me Sir" I mumble twitching as I move and the vibe hits my clit a little more.

"who do you belong too?"

"You Sir, only you" my voice getting lighter and more needy.

"And what are you little one?"

I lay my head back and roll my eyes so he couldn't see me, he's chatty today.

"Your cunt Sir" I roll my nipple between my fingers for a little while hoping it'll help me to where I need to be... Shuffling and using the vibe as I like it.

"Can I come please Sir!" Really getting desperate.

"You can do better than that" he drawls

"Please let me cum Sir I've been good please please please let me cum!" I have no qualms about begging at this point the brat has gone and the needy little sub desperate to cum has fully taken over.

"You can cum pudding" I'm not looking at him but I know he's wearing that satisfied grin of his.

I turn the power up on my vibe and quickly blow, my hips bucking as I let out a long loud moan. My hips drop and I take my vibe out feeling slack and spacey, mumbling "thank you for fucking me Sir"

"Did I say you could stop playing with yourself?"

I let out a sigh "no Sir" I place my vibe back in on a low setting so I don't twitch and shake too much

"Let's see if we can get you to do that again, would you like that?"

"Yes Sir"

I settle back in my nerve endings restarting to feel pleasure instead of that spazzy twitch.

"Wouldn't it be better if there was 3 of us little one? A girl licking your pussy while you suck my cock, would you like that?"

He does this to wind me up, FFM threesomes arn't my bag and he knows it sadistic fucker.

"No" I say firmly

"Oh? Better slap your tits again"

Ugh! Really!?

I strike my tits again thanking him each time, I grip them tight afterwards knowing the pain will help bring me off again.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like that little one?"

He knows I'm desperate and I'd say anything to get him to shut up and let me cum right now but the brat in me kicks back in.

"Entrapment is illegal in this country you know!" I snap and get a massive laugh from him.

I'm close again and start to beg "please let me cum Sir, you've fucked me so good please"

"Not yet..."

I hate him in that moment

I glance down and see him playing with his cock on the screen. I love that I make him hard when I'm needy and begging.

"Play with it" I choke out between my breathy moans, I love mutual masturbation watching him play with his cock makes me sweat and shake I'm struggle to hold my vibe.

"Please..." I let out in one last attempt...

"You can cum little one"

I ramp up the power on my vibe and drop my bum down, it's more intense this time I moan loud while my hips buck out of control! I'm spent and shaking...

"Thank you for fucking me Sir"

"your welcome little one, you needed that"

I nod, barely able to keep my eyes open.

"That I did"

I'd been grumbling to a friend over text I'd not had sex for a while.

We'd been on and off play partners/FWB for years.

My phone vibrated with the message I was hoping for.

"Shall we get coffee Friday?"

I fired back "it's a date!"

Our usual rhythm, we'd meet in a open setting to have a general life check in before the games began.

I waited for him outside the coffee shop, the weather's been nice today so I opted for a linen shirt that was slightly see through - no bra of course, with jean shorts and raybans. I always hid my eyes from him when I could, we had a mad chemistry and he always made me nervous in a good way. He knew it too!

I sat relaxed with my leg crossed over the other doom scrolling on my phone while I waited for him to appear.

I jumped suddenly when I felt a hand squeeze the back of my neck and smacked my knee under the table.

"Fuck sake!" I yelp rubbing my knee better.

His hand slammed to his mouth suppressing a laugh "I'm sorry" he chuckled "I forgot you were skitty"

Yeah course you did...

He gets his coffee and sits besides me. We chat about life, work and general bullshit his hand on my thigh most of the time his fingers drawing slow circles and occasionally edging closer inside my shorts but never quite there.

"Are you cold?" He wonders with a smug smile.

"No why?" I ask knowing the answer.

"Your nipples are hard" his chair scrapes on the ground as he edges closer to me.

"I think it's time we went home"

We sup up and drive back to his.

Our clothes came off feverishly! We'd not fucked for about a year or so maybe 2. I noticed he had a new tattoo, a bad one at that and couldn't resist.

"What's with the shitty prison tattoo?" I ask with a wide grin knowing he'd bite.

"What do you mean!? It cost loads this you know!"

"Mate, they saw you coming! I've had better dicks drawn on my face when I've fell asleep pissed at house parties!" His lips twitched

Got him

I back away slowly...

His hand snatches out but he just misses me as I leg it "here, now!" He tries to sound mad but the crack in his voice speaks volumes.

He catches up with me eventually and slams me on the bed on my front it does knock the wind out of me but probably more because I couldn't stop laughing.

He straddles my legs and taps my bum with no force at all "is this what you want?"

"Duh"

He continues tapping my bum with little force, more like playing bongo drums than spanking me.

"Really!" I snap

I try to rise up on my elbows but he slams me back down with one palm on my back my face hitting the mattress.

Ow

Whack!

His hand came down heavy on me.

Finally!

He spanks me till I'm clawing at the bed trying to escape tears pricking my eyes.

He stops abruptly both our breathing ragged.

He turns me over and my legs flop to the sides shamelessly showing him my wet pussy

"What do you want to do now?" His voice low while he takes in how wet he's got me.

"Why don't you taste the mess you've made and then fuck me slow for a few hours?"

The tip of his tongue wets his lower lip

"Deal"

I'd been frustrated for days.

 

I lost my job recently so wasn't in the best mood most of the time.

 

"Are you going to load the dishwasher like you said you would?" He asked.

 

"Yeah, in a minute" I replied whilst doom scrolling on my phone. The kitchen was in devastation, I'd left it for days while in my depression pit.

 

I hear him sigh "look, you've had a rough few days but you can live like this. You'll feel better once you've cleaned the kitchen"

 

My temper spiked "I said I'd do it in a minute!" while glaring at him.

 

He stairs back at me his chest rising and falling but silence from him.

 

I turn back to my phone, continuing to aimlessly scroll untill I hear him striding towards me!

 

I turn quickly but not quick enough he grabs my wrist with one hand and snatches my phone with the other. His grip getting tighter as I struggle

"For fuck sake! Really!?" I screamed at him and try and pull away but to no avail.

He's strong, stood there like stone as I meekly pull. I get in close and bite down on his hand

 

"Ahh!" He yelps and throws me down

 

I fall flat on my arse, fury pulsing through me as I rise up.

 

He cuts me off as I get half way up, rugby tackling me flat on my back again.

 

I buck and thrash trying my best to get him off me.

 

He binds my wrists effortlessly with one hand and slams them down above my head.

 

"If it's a fight you're looking you've found one!" He seethes through gritted teeth.

 

I buck again managing to shift his weight enough to lift my knee up and knee him in the balls. It wasn't Kosher but needs must in these situations.

 

He rolls off me holding himself groaning as I scramble up. I go to shoot off but he quickly grabs my ankle tugging my own foot from underneath me. I fall hard and smack my chin on the carpet stunning me for a second.

 

He forces himself up and astride my legs. He palm slams down on my back holding me in place while his other hand pulls down my leggings.

 

How hand comes down hard on my bum, I think this is probably hardest he's ever hit me with his own hand.

 

"Stop it!" I struggle my voice cracking

 

He continues with hard and fast cracks over and over but not saying a word

 

"Please! Stop it now" I beg tears streaming down my face, I could always safe word if needed but I'm not "there" yet

 

CRACK

 

His hand rains down on my bum, I can feel that sheering heat from his hand and my arse.

 

Then one final time 

 

CRACK

 

I lay there my face burried in the carpet, carpet burns on my tear soaked cheek.

 

Then I feel his face on my bum cheek, his beard scratching my burning cheeks.

 

"AGH!" I scream

 

He bit me, he fucking bit me! Hard enough to break the skin too.

 

"I'm sorry!" I sob banging my hands on the carpet

 

"I'm sorry!" I repeat gasping for air as I go into hysterics

 

He wraps his fingers around my wrist carefully pulling me up then pulling me onto his lap. I sob into his chest.

 

"I'm sorry" I say again and really meaning it.

 

"I know" he coos "apology accepted. I know you've had a bad time of it recently but you can't live in filth and speak to me like that" 

 

He's right, I've been pissed off at the world for days over losing that stupid job that I didn't even like.

 

"I'm sorry for picking a fight" I say in the smallest voice in the world

 

"It's done my love, and now we move on" he says softly while stroking my back.

 

He always takes care of me.

What did we agree?

I came through the door, arms loaded with shopping bags. I love January sales!

I kick my door shut and set my bags down glad to get the pressure off my wrists.

He opens the kitchen door and I smile

"Hello my love" I greet him sweetly. He looks at the bags and then at me stoney faced.

"What did we agree?" He asks sharp.

Fuck sake

"I know but the sales were on and I saw all these nice clothes! I got you a few t shits too...do you want to see?" I ask hoping to distract him

"What did we agree?" He asks again, ugh okay that didn't work..

"I'm waiting" he says impatient he might aswell be tapping his foot.

Deflated I reply "that I wouldn't go out and spend money"

"And why did we agree this?"

"Because I wanted to get some money back into my savings..."

"Because you wanted to get some money in your savings" he repeats matter o fact

"Yes I did but I have no clothes" i argue beginning to think what the big deal is.

"Bullshit! You have clothes, infact you have a mound of clothes in the clean wash pile that you've forgotten about because you refuse to hang the washing up" he drawls sarcastically

He was right, I'm terrible for digging clothes out the wash basket 2 minutes before I'm out the door it's a bad habit I want to break...another for the list

"So...what now?" My voice uneven because I was asking a stupid question, I knew what happens next.

"Strip your bottoms and hands on the worktop" he commands in that "I'm done fucking around" tone

I lower my trousers slowly even a couple of seconds of putting this off is something.

"No warm up" he announced

"What!" I yelp. It's been freezing out and my skin is already so cold I'd only been in the house 5 minutes!

"Oh come on! This isn't even that bad! I thought of you too I bought us clothes not just.."

"Quiet!" He boomed, cutting me off "you are not talking your way out of this! We made an agreement, you asked me to help you save money and you knew the consequences if you did spend! You've actively gone against our agreement and now you will be punished!"

I simmer down but let a audible huff out I hate when he's right.

"And that little huff has upgraded you from a hand spanking to using something else! Maybe that will fix your damn attitude too! Now, hands on the worktop! He says in full Dom mode.

I do as I'm told, I sprawl my palms on the counter and try to relax.

"Good girl" he mumbles as he riffles through the kitchen draws "ah!" he exclaims as he obviously found his weapon of choice.

"You count and thank me, you'll get 15. If you break position we start again. Remember I've got all day.

"Yes Sir" I comply, he means it

I feel the touch of smooth wood on my bare bum as he makes circles goading me. I take a guess it's my thing wooden spatula I've had it for years and cooked that much with it the wood eventually thinned out.

I heard the small woosh in the air as I came down on my cold bum so sharp the air left my nose and my jaw went tight.

"1 thank you Sir" I managed breathless already.

I hear the sharp woosh and and then feel the crack on my bum again I tighten my jaw again I feel the burning coming fast on my cold skin, this is going to bruise.

"2 thank you Sir"

He carried on hitting and I carried on counting through gritted teeth, he changed it up swapping from cheek to cheek and occasionally my thigh, all of them strong hard strikes. At this point I was more worried about my spatula I'd had it for years and it helped me make many a nice meal...

"Last one baby, it's nearly over" he encourages

"15! Thank you Sir!" I exhale like I've been holding my breath the whole way through.

"Good girl" he smiles, satisfied with his work. He kneels down while I'm still positioned and kisses each of my cheeks then lightly taps with his hands. I hiss at him touching the after burn.

"You can move now" he says softly

I turn and look up at him sheepishly with tears in my eyes

"Come" he says and opens his arms I quickly embrace him needing him to hold me. "Why were you punished?" He asked

"Because I went back on our agreement Sir" I admitted

"And will you do so again?" He asks in warning.

"No Sir" I reply and I meant it....

This week anyways ?

My brat trait has been life long, more so a personality than a trait if I'm honest. I've always been stubborn, prone to tantrums and have a temper.

Brats in the kink community can be a lot of fun, they can be silly, affectionate, cheeky and infectious! Brat lovers absolutely thrive of our banter and when the balance is dynamic is right, don't often get bored. But out there in the wild, in reality it's not often well received.

These traits have got me into A LOT of trouble over the years, I'm renown for pressing the "fuck it" button more often than not but I've also spent the best part of a year trying to change.

I've really worked on myself, tried to not let the little things rub me the wrong way, checked myself when I was wrong and tried to look on the flip side and think "why are you reacting this way and what do you need to look at"

I got sober almost a year ago and tried to follow a 12 step program to keep me sober. To those that arnt familiar (and without going into to much detail) it's about admitting your problem, finding your part in the problem, letting go of resentments, admitting your wrong doings, making amends and just finding peace and faith in yourself. (My understanding before I'm pulled up for it)

To do this you have to have someone take you through these steps and on the weekend after months of work my sponsor dropped me. She told me we couldn't carry on, that I was too traumatized and was unable to move on from a certain part of my past and that eventually I'd go back to drinking unless I sought out professional help (this wasn't her place to diagnose and was quite frankly a cop out from her)

I was *heart broken I trusted this person with some of my darkest secrets and wrong doings, opening boxes and wounds I'd buried years ago! And for what? To be abandoned? to be dropped? To be shot down just as I felt a shift in myself!

I wanted to give up, I instantly felt sorry for myself. "Fuck it off kid, you tried. What more can you do?"

"You might as well go to the pub"

Then that little brat inside me came back with such a vengeance!

"Don't you fucking dare!" I thought to myself "Don't you dare throw all of this away! Don't you dare roll over and be told some utter bullshit! You haven't drank for nearly a year and your letting someone get in your head like that? Don't you dare!"

And having that little brat inside me, saved me on this occasion. Having that stubborn bullheaded trait inside me, stopped me from making a very very big mistake.

And for that, I am a grateful brat!

"so, I got one of those meta quests for Christmas"

 

"Oh yeah" I say pretty uninterested, those things are more hype than there worth.

 

"Yeah, you can watch porn on them too" he says casually but I know him well enough to know it wasn't a casual comment.

 

I raised my eyebrow "what are you getting at?"

 

He chuckles "I thought I could use your pussy while watching a video, mixed reality and all that"

 

Part of me wanted to be offended why wouldn't he just be happy with me but I was also very curious, I wanted to make him happy, I wanted to be used as well.

 

"So how is this going to work?" I ask genuinely curious now

 

"I'll do the technical stuff to start off with, then we'll get you nice and wet"  he grins at me like a little boy. I couldn't resist, although it gives a new meaning to "boys and their toys" 

 

"Okay I'm game" I smile back at him.

 

"Yes! Right, take your PJs off!" 

 

He started kissing and nibbling my neck while also pinching and rolling my nipples with his hands, I reciprocated by digging my nails into his back which is one of his favorite things. His hands moved south firming gripping my curves along the way, eventually reaching my pussy which was already on the way to being soaked.

 

He switched between playing with my clit and finger fucking me while I slowly jerked his cock.

 

I huffed out "I'm ready" desperately needing his dick at this point.

 

"I'll set the VR up, suck my cock whilst I'm doing it"

 

I do so, switching up between deep throating and lightly running my tongue over his crown, lightly biting down with my teeth and massaging his balls too

 

"Yeah, just like that little one" he praises me

 

He taps my shoulder to signal he's ready.

 

"I can still see you for now, get on all fours"

 

I awkwardly get on all fours and shimmy up near his cock, he presses his crown against my wet cunt then rubs up and down on it making me moan.

 

I bend down and arch my back like the pornstar he's about to see, burying my head down while he pushes his cock slowly inside me.

 

After a little moan escapes silence fell between us, I glance pass my shoulder and see his hands moving through the air, air pressing whatever buttons he sees. Then I hear faint moaning coming from the headset, a grin comes across his face and he slowly starts to move.

 

I turned my head back and shuffle my arm down enough so I could reach my clit, I start to slowly circle it.

 

"Fuck me daddy" I hear coming from the headset and can't help but snort with laughter. 

 

WHACK

 

I feel his hand come down hard on my ass

 

"Ow!"

 

"Don't laugh, I'm trying to figure this out!" 

 

I stay silent still grinning I've always found production porn so silly but I suppose the choices were limited.

 

His pace quickens and his breathing picks up

 

"This is so fucking hot" he exclaims

 

It was actually, being used like this, being in his mixed reality fantasy, I played with my clit and tightened my muscles inside squeezing and milking his cock.

 

I was on the edge of cumming and he wasn't far away either, he kept a quick pace gripping my hips as he piled into me. I could hear the porn getting faster paced too most likely nearing the end of his video.

 

Sweat starting to bead on my back as I kept squeezing his dick, trying my best to make his augmented reality experience as real as possible.

 

I circled my clit a little more and squeezed one more time, letting my orgasm fill me. I slump down a little out of my own exhaustion while he still drilled into me.

 

Suddenly he dug his nails into my hips and let out what sounded like a war cry as he pumped his hot cum into me, he pulled out rolling on to the bed pulling the VR off his face blinking letting his eyes adjust to the light of reality.

 

I watch him for a moment and wait for him to come back down to earth, he turns and smiles at me

 

"That was fun"

 

Yes, yes it was!