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Kinky interactions for the D/s inclined

A list of my meanderings into the world of kink
6 months ago. October 20, 2024 at 4:32 AM

For as long as I can remember, I've held the belief that men hold doors open for women. The idea, to me, had nothing to do with feminism or equal rights. It was a matter of courtesy and respect shown to the fairer sex.

I'm raising 3 sons of my own. Since they became strong enough to hold a door, I've taught them to hold it open for women. Don't think I believe it is an entitlement. Each and every time a man holds a door open, I say, "Thank you. I appreciate gentlemen. " Their responses vary; a caveman like grunt; a smile; a nod; even the occasional "You're welcome."

These small, masculine gestures make me feel small, respected and valued for my contribution as a female member of society.

Car doors have been a bigger issue. Sir has instructed me that he will open my car door because I belong to him and he is responsible for taking care of me. It isn't so hard to remember when we are getting into the car but getting out is a struggle. For some reason, I think if I let him open the door for me to get out, I'll forget how to do it myself and end up stuck in the car waiting for someone to help me.

This whole explanation about doors really has nothing to do with doors.

Lately I've read several comments on the issue of men putting the toilet seat down for women. The comments, obviously made by men, are that woman should put the seat down themselves and continue with the ensuing chest thumping typically attributed to those made by the uncivilized gorilla type males.

To this I say, "Oh hell no!"

Let's look at it practically first, shall we?

When a women enters the bathroom, she immediately turns around to secure the door (something that doesn't concern men because they are okay with any/everyone seeing their glorious manhood) and we drop our pants, or flip up our skirt and sit. The primary focus of our attention is on modesty. Whereas men walk into the bathroom head on. They are directly facing the toilet and, dare I say, they are exclusively focused on their target. Men are in the optimum position and frame of mind to determine the status of the seat. Therefore, it is only logical that they ensure the comfort of the next user.

Women don't even turn around to flush! We reach back to flush the handle and don't stop to inspect our accomplishments for the visit.

Now let's look at it from a male/female perspective which easily translates to D/s in this case.

We s-types want to serve. We are the property of our D-types showing them deference and respect even to the point of using a capital D to identify them. We use Sir, Daddy, Master, His, Him and the One to demonstrate that we know our place in the dynamic. We are yours to use and please you with our submission. This creates a situation whereby the D-types assume a greater responsibility for the care of their s-types. D-types are responsible for our health, safety, security and sanity.

In my opinion, they are responsible for showing they cherish, treasure and accept all that we offer. This means putting down the damn seat. You should not want us falling the toilet unless it is some sort of intended water sport play.

So, if you value and respect your s-types for their subservience and deference, then treat them with courtesy and consideration. Open doors, put down the seat and treat her like a lady. No, treat her like YOUR lady

Ingredients 0.5 cup white sugar 0.25 cup water 2 fluid ounces 100-proof bourbon whiskey 1 fluid ounce freshly squeezed lemon juice 4 drops orange bitters, or more to taste – IrishLIZA
She sat on the edge of the couch.

Danger was near. She sensed it. That feeling you get in the pit of your stomach that says, "RUN!!"

But she didn't. Not now, not yet.

He stood before her. "What would you like?"
It wasn't a question of food or beverage. He was looking deeply into her eyes.

"I..... i....i... I don't know," she stammered.

She would like...... oh so many things.

He had been taunting her all evening. Hands brushing across her breasts to undo her seatbelt. Fingers slipping across her thighs to take her hand and lead her out onto the patio. Hands on her hips just a little too low. No wonder she was flustered!

"Sir, I think maybe I should go," she said with feigned determination.

"Should you?"

He motioned to his driver.

"Yes, I mean no. I mean, no. Please. I don't want to leave." She was embarrassed and looked at the ground. His finger crooked under her chin. "Child, stay if you wish or leave for your own safety."

Safety? What had she gotten herself into? It didn't matter. The only thing was that she wanted more; needed more.

"Como quieras, quiero," she said softly.

He took her hand and led her to the backyard. The lake shimmered in the moonlight and the trees were lit by a thousand rays.

"Closer, please." This was no command, it was an invitation. She followed, keeping her head down. She was excited and ashamed and exhilarated all at the same time.

He pressed something cold into the palm of her hand. She rolled it in her fingers and knew what it was. She couldn't! She wouldn't! ..... she would.

He added the lube to her hands and she knew. He was not doing what he wanted, he was forcing her to do what SHE wanted.

Had she had panties they would have been laid aside by now. But she didn't..... and she wanted .... and she did.

The item was a plug and she coated it with the lube in the faithless hope that it would help ease the intensity. She moved sideways so as to not show him her discomfort and simultaneous arousal.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned against the pressure of the invasion. Her body tensed and relaxed accepting the intrusion. That feeling of penetration and fullness flooded her body. All thought left her.

 

 

 

"Baby girl, don't leave me." He whispered in her ear pressing the length of his body against hers. She squirmed against him. The pressure in her ass heightening as his hardness pressed against her.

The force of his body pressed her against the trees and he slowly unzipped her dress. She was hugging the oak that stood before her. Letting the shoulder straps slip from her frame. She hugged all the harder feeling the bark on her soft skin.

The skirts fell around her feet and she quickly kicked them away.

"There is more for you, my sweet," he spoke to her in a slightly more sinister manner. He pulled her arms apart and began attaching rope to her wrists, secured by carabiners in the trunk of the tree.

Her breasts scraped against the abrasions of the tree bark. Her ass clenched in shame. With one swift stroke of the knife, her panties were gone.

"Oh damn!" what had she gotten herself into?!?!

His hand stroked her back and she felt reassured; until he reached down and smackedher tender ass.

"Noooo!" she cried. The pain and pressure of the plug intensified exponentially. Did she know she was an anal virgin?

"No, my sweet?" he asked menacingly "No, what?"

The entire front of her body was being pressed and scraped against the tree.
The full moon lit the lake in front of them like a candle in a mirror.

The lake!! It drew her eyes and made her forget, just for moment, that she was in discomfort and aroused. Yes, she was aroused. She felt herself melting into her pussy with juices flowing.

SMACK

Harder this time. Right against her ass, pressing the plug deeper inside her. Again and again he tortured her. Or so she thought.....

whirrrrrr

It was unmistakable. That sound....

She tensed against the tree, breasts aching with the abrasions. She squeezed the tree tighter fearing what was to come next. She knew. She didn't want it. She wanted it. She needed it. But NO!!!!

But Oh My God, YES!!!!!!

He came up behind her and pressed his leg between hers. He pushed them apart and breathed into her ear. "Now, my sweet, you will wish you had left." With that he spread her legs further apart. The vibrator move against her thighs threateningly. Slowly, methodically, he moved it closer to her pussy.

"DON'T cum!" he commanded as the vibrations hit her clit. Over and over the waves of frustration plagued her.

"PLEASE!" She begged.

"No," he responded, whispering in her ear, pressing harder against her clit and moving it back against her pussy. Over and over again he tormented her.

"PLEASE!" she begged once again.

With that he withdrew his tormentor against the tormented. He unhooked her restraints and guided her to the fire pit.

There she collapsed on the ground between his legs.

The moon shone so brightly she could see and feel the erection pressing against his slacks.

He wrapped a blanket around her and let her rest her head on his leg. He stroked her hair and smiled down at her.

How did he know she wondered? How did he know that the denial of her orgasm was as heady as the orgasm itself?

Sweet and sour.

How do you respond when the toxicity is you?

 

I had some "friends" who went behind my back and contacted my ex. They believed the lies he told them about me.

 

Now they wonder why I can't get over it. 

 

They apologized. Sincerely. 

 

Thing is...... It's not enough. I don't think it will ever be enough.

That's when it occurred to me, I was the toxic component. I couldn't forgive. I couldn't forget. 

 

So, I cut ties.

 

I'm putting me first. 

It's not them, it's me. 

 

Final answer 

And he said ......
She waited, naked, alone, on her knees, blindfolded ... She heard the door open ....

shivers

What was she expecting? She had defied Him once again. Such a simple task and she failed.

She wasn't ready for Him when he arrived home. It was an easy enough task.... Skirt, no top, no panties, His drink in hand. No top.

She was shy. The panties and drink were easy but no top? How odd was it that this was the thing that messed with her head. Her insecurities had gotten the better of her... to her own detriment.

He had walked through the door, expecting obedience and finding His instructions were flauted. What choice did He have? She needed to learn. Her value was not in how she looked, it was in how well she served Him.

"Three ...... two ........." He didn't have to finish the countdown before she fled from the room. She tore off her clothes and waited. The blindfold was used in extenuating circumstances and these were such.

She had failed Him.

She knelt waiting for what seemed like an eternity. Waiting .....

The door had a slight squeak to it so she knew he had entered the room. It was no happenstance that he had requested her top off. He was testing her devotion and her commitment to Him in that He desired obedience far more than physical perfection.

A few short steps and He was within tasting distance. She could smell Him, His scent, and feel His presence so close she could have reached out and touched Him. But, she knew better. One disobedient act did not absolve all disobedience. She must now face the consequences of her doubt.

He drew closer to her and she felt the smooth glide of the crop on her back.

"Master, please." she begged. Her failure was as good as defiance. She pleaded to His softer side, yet he had none.

Smack

The crop struck her ass with the precision of a horseman. Again and again the blows fell upon her backside. Her ass cheeks were red and stinging.

"To the web" He ordered.

There was a chain metal web in the corner of the room. She scurried over and stretched herself across the chains. She felt from memory as the blindfold kept her in the dark.

"Why are you here?" He whispered in her ear.

"I've failed You, Master."

"And how have you failed Me?"

"Vanity, Master."

He pulled away from her and she hear the whip crack. She flinched.

The first strike was across her ass. The second across her shoulder. She whimpered yet help firm. Three, four, five ..... the blows fell upon her.

Was she enjoying this or fervently accepting her punishment?

He came up behind her and grasped her throat.

"Whore, are you enjoying this?" His inquiry was menacing. She trembled and honestly nodded her head. "Yes, Master."

He pushed her to the ground, back on her knees. Had she disappointed Him again?

He came behind her and pressed the dreaded object against her lips. The mouth ring was affixed to her face. Lips drawn tightly in the most unforgiving fashion. The brace spread her mouth apart and drool began to spill from her lips. There was no more room for pleas of mercy now.

"Now you are Mine."

She nodded.

On her knees she was pressed forward, ass in the air, hands splayed out in front of her.

She felt the lube coat her ass and the pressure of a plug. She pulled forward and immediately regretted her response. The gentleness with which he had been inclined was gone. The object was thrust into her ass with such force she cried out as best she could in the circumstances.

His hand was on her back as he walked in front of her.

The plug was a distraction, a painful distraction, she was not trained yet in such things.

"|'m going to fuck that pretty, little mouth of yours before I replace that plug with my cock."

"No, please!" she begged intelligibly. She shook with fear and tears began to well up in her eyes.

The blindfold was ripped from her face and His beautiful cock greeted her. How could she possibly object to getting the one thing she'd begged to receive?

His cock rammed into her throat and he pulled the back of her head toward Him. His hardness hit the back of her throat causing her to gag and drool even more. There was nothing she could do. Again and again he pulsed into her mouth causing her to pull back and gasp for air. His hand held her firmly in place and she had no choice but to accept her punishment.

Abruptly he withdrew.

Swiftly he released her mouth from the restraint.

She was wet and wanting yet terrified at the threat (promise?) of what was to come. Tears came to her eyes. She couldn't ..... He wouldn't .....

She desperately wanted to take him back into her mouth and feel his hot cum spew into the back of her throat. But she knew ..... punishment wasn't about what she wanted, it was about what He wanted. And He wanted her ass.

"Please, Master. I'm so sorry."

Her own vanity had gotten in the way of pleasing Him the easy way. Now she would pay the price.

She was still on her knees, ass raised and begging for mercy.

"My slut. My whore. You are wetter than a mid summer rain." He declared as his hand slid up from her clit to her ass where the plug remained firmly entrenched.

He tugged slightly and it slid out easily.

She was ashamed and embarrassed at how excited he had made her. However, she was a virgin in that area and she was equally terrified.

He came behind her, rubbed her clit and inserted two fingers into her wetness. "That's my girl." He cooed at her.

The tip of his cock pressed against her. "Relax," he spoke reassuringly. She could not. As much as she wanted this, she was still terrified. Her pussy dripped with anticipation, defying her reticence.

He coated his fingers with her own juices and pressed against her again. The pain/pleasure was more than she had expected and she cried out! "Please!"

Was she begging Him to stop or begging Him not to stop? She didn't know.

What she did know was that she was His. Only His. And he would do with her as He pleased.

And he said .............. "Mine!"

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Don't get me wrong, I love a hard cock. 

 

I'm what some would consider a cock whore. 

 

Big, long, thin, curved, wide or even blue, black or purple: I adore them! 

 

I crave and cherish the One that is mine. 

 

But....... 

As an avatar or main Pic, you've lost me. 

I get that you think yours is so amazing that everyone wants to see it and touch it and lick it and smell it. The truth is, we don't want to see it, we want it to be private we want out to be just between you and me. 

Upon request, they are awesome. As a profile, tacky. 

 

Consider your audience. 

 

 

 

 

 

Why are so many kinksters against knives? 

 

I'll admit, I wouldn't want one at my throat but there is no more sensual way to remove wax, after play, than a knife! 

 

Maybe not slicing but scraping and threatening..... 

Yes, please! 

The men had changed places again.

She opened her eyes but could see nothing. Mr. Milton had covered her eyes with a scarf. Momentary panic set in.

“Please. Enough. I need to stop.” Liza pleaded. She wanted to sound more forceful but the words came out in barely a whisper.

“What’s that, Red? Do you have something to say?” Mr. Milton was laughing.

Liza cleared her throat and started again. “You have had your fun. Let me go.”

There was no hint of laughter this time. It was loud and clear.

“The Slut has had enough. Surely, we should do as she commands.” Mr. Milton said more loudly than was necessary.

“Is that so, slut?” Mr. Leash “Do you want to be released?” It wasn’t a question. It was a challenge.

Silence filled the room.

“No” she whispered.

“Louder, baby. Say it like you mean it. Do you want to be released?” he asked with his fingers so close to her center she wanted to squirm toward his touch.

“No.” she said more clearly. “No. Don’t let me go.” Tears fell from her sealed eyes and were absorbed by the silk.

“Don’t worry, baby, you aren’t going anywhere.” Mr. Leash assured her before he began kissing the inside of her thigh.

“Let go, Red. Let go.” Mr. Milton spoke so closely to her ear that she thought the next kiss would be from him. She raised her head in the hope of meeting his, but he wasn’t there.

Sensations flooded her again. Mr. Leash was kissing and biting his way up the inside of her leg. Mr. Milton affixed clamps to her breast and pulled.

Liza arched her back to ease the pain of her nipples and clenched her legs at the teeth marking her legs. Over and over the sensations tormented her mind. She couldn’t respond to one when the next was drawing a muffled scream from her at the same time.

Mr. Leash and Mr. Milton pulled, pinched, twisted, bit and tortured her flesh until she was so close to cumming, she went silent.

The room went still and silent. The only sound was Liza’s tortured breathing.

She couldn’t see but started to relax believing they were finally done with her. Another mistake.

Liza’s head was pulled back and down roughly. A hard cock stuffed into her mouth without the chance to take a breath. At the same time, her pussy was impaled in one hard thrust.

They fucked her hard. Mr. Leash in her pussy; Mr. Milton in her mouth. They were in their own experience. Liza was the vessel. Hard and pounding thrusts brought her to the edge of orgasm. Yet the slow, halting pulses of the cock to the back of her throat made her gasp for air.

“Baby”
“Red”

“Cum!”

Liza’s body convulsed. She felt the cum spilling onto her face from Mr. Milton and the cum of Mr. Leash covering her stomach. The quantity and force was no match for her own orgasms which covered Mr. Leash like a summer hydrant being released.

Mr. Milton pulled harshly on the clamps attached to her nipples. Mr. Leash stroked and pinched her clit.

## FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Her body seized and exploded.

***********************************************************

One of the men brought a warm wash cloth and cleaned her. The other covered her in a blanket and carried her to the couch.

“That was beautiful, baby”

“Perfect, Red.”

Liza smiled and snuggled into whatever arms were closest. Her last thought as she drifted off to sleep ...... *Two Daddies?*




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