Kinky interactions for the D/s inclined

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!"

How do you like your impact play? 

https://voca.ro/1aqRCcyBXS3W

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?*

Mr. Leash had enough. He wanted what he wanted and he wanted it NOW. He stepped away from Liza, set down the flogger and picked up a whip.

Without coordinating, consulting or anticipating, Mr. Milton had also grabbed a whip.

Front and back, Liza was assaulted with sensations. Pain ripped through her and she screamed.

Whips were discarded for hands. Hard hands. Smacking her breasts, beating her ass.

Liza gave herself up to the men. She let herself feel. Being tied and helpless absolved her of responsibility. Whatever happened was not of her doing. There was a peace in that. If she had been able to process thought, she might have pondered it. As it was, she was lost. The blows edged her closer and closer to the edge of a cliff.

She looked over the edge of the cliff. *Release me.* she spoke into the darkness.

But she wasn’t released. Her physical bonds were removed. She crumbled to the floor but was caught by her captors.

They carried her to a table.

“Baby? You still with me?” Mr. Leash spoke in a lulling tone. Meanwhile, he again secured her ankles.

“Yes, I’m here” she responded trying to bring her head back to consciousness.

“Red? Tell me” Mr. Milton spoke from above her head. He was securing her wrists.

“Yes.” she whispered. “Yes.”

Her head fell off the edge of the table and she took several cleansing breaths.

Gentle touches. Hands covered her body. Nothing hidden. Everything .... open.

“We’re not done with you, Red. When you wake the dragon, you get the teeth and the claws.” Mr. Milton stated matter-of-factly. He would show no mercy. He knew she needed none.

His mouth covered hers. Mr. Leash pressed his lips against hers and pulled the kiss from her. Liza wouldn’t give it willingly. Under other circumstances, she would’ve slapped him. Here. Now. She followed. His tongue coaxed her own into a response. She responded; softly at first then more fervently. Her urgency goaded by the finger easing in and out of her. Slowly, methodically, one finger stroked her pussy from the inside.

Liza couldn’t understand the violations. The kiss with Mr. Leash was probing and increasing in intensity. The stroking by Mr. Milton was slow and steady. She moved her hips trying to get the fingers to match the pace of the tongue but to not avail. Mr. Leash was not Mr. Milton. Mr. Milton was not Mr. Leash. And neither gave a flying fuck what the other was doing. Her body was experiencing two completely different unities simultaneously and it made no sense to her. She had no choice but to let go.

“Breathe, baby, breathe.” Mr. Leash reminded her yet again.

Guess what? I'm not a brat. I challenge, instigate and contradict, but I am not a brat. I am a strong, submissive whose submission must be earned and, therefore, treasured.

I will not pout because of a rule infraction or punishment. I will pout if you fail to articulate your reasoning.

I will not sulk because I've been punished or disciplined. I will sulk if you haven't explained to me what you expect and how I have failed to achieve your expectations.

I will not be disrespectful because you set standards of behavior. I will be disrespectful if you have not commanded my respect through your dominance and institution of expectations.

I will not taunt you because your methods are weak. I will taunt you if you fail to demonstrate your authority over me through consistency and affection.

I will not cry because you didn't love me enough. I will cry because I feel abandoned and alone in my shame at not pleasing you.

I will not scream because you didn't reach out to me in my time of need. I will scream when you leave me alone in the abyss to which you have brought me.

I will not seethe because you didn't do what I expected/wanted. I will seethe when you presume that you are unnecessary in the process of reconciling the intensity of emotion you created and abandoned me to face this demon alone.

No, I am not a brat. I am a challenge and a treasure. Earn me and your rewards will be boundless.