My rants

It's been a very chaotic weekend. . . I was dealing with lots of people grocery shopping. . . it was so crowded that you would think, there would be another closing. . . no coffee creamer, no mac N cheese, no hamburger buns, no butter. It's was really crazy, I ran into people shopping.

I have been social cautious since I was raped, and my PTSD gets bad. However with this virus chaos, my social anxiety has gotten much worst. There are some days I work well with others and someday I don't work as much.

I use this site and my Fetlife for my writings. . . to talk to online friends with similar interests and get readers for my erotica. (my boyfriend is even writing the erotica with me, and I hope we publish it someday, but those projects are no where close to being finished.)

I am NOT looking up for meet up or Friends with physical benefits. Any physical sex is going to my boyfriend only. . . at least for now. He knows I talk to others, and so does he, but we first and priority in each other's lives.

 

I have female issues that can make orgasming hard and sometimes very painful. Pain is NOT a turn on for me. I rather do it with someone who cares for me, not just trying to get kicks. I am not ready yet for to watch someone fuck my guy. That will be down the road when I hope to spice things after I fix my health issues. They will have to have a genuine connection to both of us.

Anyway, I do not mind an e-mail or a nice compliment or flirt, but I really do NOT want several messages, I mean message after message when I have not replied to the first one. I cannot handle super-sexed and over overly hypered people. Then when I tell you to slow down, only for me to be chewed out. (They never asked what was going on. . . for me to be that overwhelmed.)

I have social anxiety, depression (worst in the winter), PTSD, and a female issues (several mood swings). . . my own family calls me the bear. I also have very limited privacy, so writing is my only way to express myself. I have some good days, when things are good and I can communicate easily, but I have some days when it is hard to communicate at all.

The last few months, I have had some very serious female issues in which you add anemia to the depression. . . I feel sad, scared, and I cannot focus at all. It's hard to dominate when you are like that. However I all I keep getting chewed out because I am a tease.. . . but I do not see people asking if I am okay? I mean really okay. (they just want the command, hand pump and release. No connection, just dump. . . no friendly banter just sex. It's really sad and cold. I cannot have it like that.)

I put others before myself, and if people stopped longer enough to get to know me and build that connection, they would have seen that.

I may be my own worst enemy, but at least I always have someone to fight. It's sad for those who are shallow out there.

I have to get a major surgery that will change my life, and I am going through a lot mentally and the media makes me feel less of person, because I will not be able to do what I am supposed to do as my gender of sex. Message me if you are really concerned or can send suggestions. Please send prayers or good vibes.

I have been dealing with a lot so this site got passed over. 

I've been with my very patient boyfriend for over a year now. He is physically poly. I'm mentally poly. I cannot constantly enjoy physical sex due to health issues. ... I have been working on those. I am a dominant, but Please do not approach me as sub. I'm just seeking friends and readers at the moment. 

I've been fighting a few issues with my writing, but I hope to get some posted and published this year. 

If you haven't noticed I've had a bit of delay getting stories posted.  I'm sorry.
I've had writers block, depression, and computer issues that have kept me from being productive in my written world.
My cabin fever with this virus has not made things better.
I have to say this. For those who read my entire profile and blog . . . Thank you. I hope to post more stories and blogs soon.
However if you are not into reading my profile, than I don't see you truly respecting or understanding who I am.
I am a natural dominant. I am just the type who naturally takes control fixes the problems and overcomes the obstacles. It's who I am, I will NOT change or go back to vanilla. I know I can't. There is something about the control and power dynamic that makes me wet and tingly.
I have health issues and trust issues (especially with this virus), so I am NOT seeking a physical relationship. (There is currently only one man I would let pentatrate me and he knows who he is.)
I am more seeking a dominance of the mind (I will not take tributes for nothing, but I will write stories for sub's as long as they are not my limits.)
I do have fantasies.
My fantasy is NOT to own anyone I'm more into serving subs than slaves.
I like the freedom that they subs have still choose me to dominate them because they know I will be responsible enough to do things in their best interests as they try to please me, to make me content as I work on my true bliss . . .writing.

The reasons for this update and rant is that I've been told I'm NOT a true dominant because I do not want a physical relationship or to meet. Or that I do not want to own a slave.
*I'm turned on by the mind. I like to mentally stimulated.
*Between the virus and being female, meeting others after like two line messages can be very dangerous. (I've been raped once, I will NOT do that again.)
*I seek submissive, not slaves. The term slave has a bad denotation to me. I like knowing that my submissive choose me. Not because they have to be with me.

*I am here to promote my erotica and get readers
https://darkmistress1213.blogspot.com/
*My blog on my idea of dominance
*And to make friends with dirty minds.

Mistress Dark Pen Busy Day. 

 

https://darkmistress1213.blogspot.com/2020/06/mistress-dark-pen-busy-day.html?m=1&zx=3274d5afcab56b8e

 

It has sissies, she-male and furries. 

 

Please bare with me, my computer is down and I'm dealing with a small phone to write on.

So I have noticed that most of my previous rants and personal blogs on here are very outdated.

It’s been interesting . . . I had a deja vue, “duh” moment . . . about several  months ago.
I have realized that I am bi, poly and into some sissifying. I also am into humiliation to a point. It was a few of my erotic stories on here that opened my eyes. (Especially how wet I was after I wrote them.) I thought humiliation was all about being mean and completely belittling, but sometimes it’s fun to laugh at a wiggling struggling cock as it pushes against the cage. I’m really into chastity and the idea of pain with pleasure and the struggle of getting to orgasm, not sure if it will be released or ruined, can be very exciting. . . I am starting to seek more darker and painful things. (I like to give pain, not receive).
I have learned that in order to personally see my darker side you have to have connection with me and earn my trust. I have to know that I have your trust as well. 

I have learned that it’s not about only the kink for me, but the person or people I am with.
So I am evolving. I am still picky.
I have more than one sub currently, and I do NOT believe there is just one person that will satisfy me anymore. Each sub meets some kind of need, desire, or fantasy of mine. I care for each of them. They do know about each other. That is how feel poly should be . . . completely open and honest communication (feelings, hopes, desires fantasies all out on the table), or it will not work.
I rather have several keys on necklace, bracelet, or anklet, than a single diamond ring on my finger. (For those who are married, I’m glad you found your partner. Please note: I will chat, but I will NOT meet a married person to fulfill something their partner will not do. I respect the vow of marriage, but I realize that it is not necessarily for me.)

(Note: Please remember D/s for me does NOT happen overnight. I will not just “play” with any stranger on the street. I am still very demi-sexual, and I have to have open and honest communication. It takes time to earn trust on both sides: there needs to be conversation, messaging, and pictures and videos (real ones) . . . I will NOT meet someone if there are no pics, and chatting with someone at least a week. I understand life is short, but I am NOT meeting people just for “drink and session.” I do NOT play like that. I have been burned, ghosted, and stood up . . . I’m sick of those games. If you are seeking to catfish me, I do have my ways to check the pictures, and I am NOT that native anymore. )

I have been working a erotica blog and my own health. 

(I found out I have gout, and I have been resting alot. . . it's a bad cycle. I like walks and then my gout puts me down for days. I was told to work through it. It's hard to do with that much pain. I did lose 17 pound until I was stuck inside due to this virus.) 

https://darkmistress1213.blogspot.com/

This has my newer stories. . . some are a bit graphic. Please check out some new stories. I also figured out my erotic pen name Mistress Dark Pen. 

I also have several subs now. I am poly and I am into cross-dressing and sissies. 

I also learned that I am a complicated Dominant (as I can go different ways.) 

The two ladies sat on the couch giggling as they knew they all made the guys bothered. Angela was making drinks. . .

Broody had this confident thought in his head: he danced in front of the girls, pushing his groin out shaking his ass as the girls pet his silky cover semi-hard cock like a pet that is only tame in his jeans.

“Hey Broody are you going to let us feel?” Missie had no shame wanted to feel if his underwear was really silky. He half-hesitantly ambled over to the girls as his nervous got the worst of him. Missie touched his underwear near his hip. Kay reached out to touch the top, and Missie pushed her arm down having Kay’s hand brush against his semi-hard crotch. He gasped and moaned in a whispered tone. His eyes met Kay’s but they both physically pulled away not telling each other, that they were interested, as if no one could tell.   

“How about we play truth or dare?” Mac suggested as he helped his stepsister with drinks. Strong drinks mixing the rum and vodka with the cola. Of course Angela made a diet for Kay. They passed out the drink. Angela tried Kay’s drink. She swallowed the drink hard with the sour-bitter taste.

“Kay, how do you drink this?” Angela handed her their drink.

“I just think of my hot ass body in sexy suit.” Kay bragged taking the drink checking to see if it really is diet.

“So who should go first?” Missie asked intrigued at the fully exciting, juicy game.

“I’ll ask first. . .  Missie truth or dare?” Kay asked.

“Truth.” She took a sip of the stronger drink as it burnt slightly going down.

“Which do you prefer: male or females?” They group chattered in ohhs.

“Honestly, it’s person to person, but overall its females.”

“Oh of course the girls get the boobs.” Broody blurted off after drinking half of his drink.

“That is offensive.” Kay blurted out.

“No, it is not he just stating facts. The fact is I almost guarantee that all three of guys in this room want to touch or at least see the fellas. I’ve made peace with the fact men and women enjoy my boobs.” Missie explained honestly.

“I choose women because there is more give and take and they understand how painful these fellas make my back.” She went on taking another sip.

“Angela, truth or dare.” Missie asked.

“Truth.” Angela was a bit nervous, as Missie was not afraid to ask anything.

Missie asked: “Honestly, what is your ultimate fantasy? “

“Be honest,” Mac joked drinking his cup.

She took a drink, sighed, blushed, and took another drink.

“Come on,” Kay nagged actually curious.

“Oh OK,. . .” Angela whined.

“To be honest, I want romance. Candlelight, dancing.” Missie could tell her friend was lying. She made a raspberry with her alcoholic flavored mouth.

“I detect bullshit. Look, romance with is nice, we are talking sexual fucking fantasy.” Missie broke out.

“Fine, I want several guys hitting all of my magic, orgasmic spots at once, and then they serve me. I am their sex goddess that they want to please and clean after.” She pictured the guys in cages all but ones who were physically pleasing her. The licked ones were kissing, massaging, and caressing her. They were making her moan until the ultimate point of pleasure in which she squeaked and gasped in a perfect release. She was many shades of red when she came out of her fantasy, as well as her panties were soaked.

“And of course these guys are bronze and chiseled. “ Missie added.

“Well, duh. Who doesn’t enjoy a pair of nice abs?” Angela confessed. The group wanted to be shocked but they weren’t.

Mac sitting next to Angela could smell a sweetness from her, it was starting to drive him crazy. Mac kind of front as he was a thinner guy, but no toned definition. He got another drink.

“Mac, truth or dare?” Angels requested him.

“Dare,” he felt bold and heroic saying it as if he had something to prove.

Angela looked through her playlist. She found the song “Shake your Tailfeather.” By Nelly featuring P Diddy and Murphy Lee. She synced into the living room sound system. She wanted to blast the song.

“Show us your moves.” He was a bit hestiant, but started to shake his ass as the girls cheered him on. Missie even smacked his ass and then both her and Kay danced with him. The other guys couldn’t believe it, Angela had seen him dance while he was supposed to clean house.

“That was fun.” Kay was a bit excited.

“Kay, truth or dare?” Mac asked a bit winded trying to keep up with two girls. Missie refilled her drink.

“Dare,” she stating in a sensual voice making Mac gasp and lose his train of thought. She laughed as he sat down, collected himself and asked:

“Show us two of the naughtiness yoga poses.” He felt he was being preferred and putting her on a spot.

She smiled and winked at him.

“This is called dolphin,” she stood up and bent over perfectly straightforward resting on her elbows with her arms pointing forward. They all noticed that there is perfect access for penetration from her back.  Some of the guys could even fuck her standing up.

“Yeah, that would be perfect for anal.” Mac blurted out as the other guys just watched her body perfectly posed. They all pictured grabbing her by the hips and ramming there dream sized cocks deep into her tight lubed ass, as she shouted their name echoing on the wooden floor. Missie walked seeking Kay in that position as she picture Kay in a harness hanging in such a position that her face is down as Missie nude laid on the floor and made hanging Kay lick Missie soaked pussy clean as the guys watched and applauded.

Kay moved up slowly as if in a trance. She stood up straight finding her balance and allowing the blood to move south from her slightly dizzy brain.

“The second position is the frog.” She had her legs spread slightly and moved forward on her elbows. She ass was in the air, but her back was straight. It was the prefect position for doggy position as all of the guys could see that. They all pictured her doing such position naked showing her open position as if to say she was ready to take any or all of the men.

“Now who hasn’t had a turn?” Missie asked impatiently and flustered from being slightly turn on by Kay’s flexibility.

James got up and to refill his drink.

“James, truth or dare?” Missie asked him making him stop in place. He turned around.

“Truth.” He regretted it as soon as the word came out of his mouth.

“Do you prefer men or women?” Missie asked honesty. The room stopped even Kay came back to straight position too fast making her dizzy, but even she was curious.

He turned around and quickly took a shot of straight rum with no chaser. He made a mix drink of rum and cola. He took a sip and turned around everyone was waiting . . .

“To be honest, it just depends on my mood and what each person can do.” They were disappointed with his vague answer.

“So he likes women as much as men, but can he dance or strip better?” Missie asked tipsy. James looked at her and sighed, they both knew he practice in front of his window, and being neighbors, she had seen a thing or two.

“Let’s get some sexy song and play a striping game.” Missie suggested the girls agreed tipsy.

“If we strip, then so do all of you.” Mac added.

“I'm already half done,” Broody added.

“Wait, Broody didn’t go.” Mac whined.

“I'll go first on the next game,” Broody brushed it off.

“Lets player Stripers. You pick a song, dance and strip and we give you points.” Missie suggested.

“Use these but I want them back.” James threw down 25 singles.

“Where did you get all of the singles?” Kay asked as her and Angela counted them.

“I thought I was going to the strip club thus weekend.” James argued.

“Well in some ways, you are.” Missie laughed.

“OK those who are not dancing each get five dollars to give to the dancer and at the end of the dance we count out the dollars.” Missie explained, as she divided the piles.

“Why just 5?”

“five times five equals 25, anyone with all 25 gets 100%”

“what does the winner get?” James asked.

“bregging rights.” Missie laughed.

“What song do you want?” Angela asked.

“Candy shop. By 50 cent.” Broody already had an idea in his head.

“How far do we strip?” broody asked

“as far as you are com—” Angela started, Missie interrupted.

“as far as you can.”

 

They start the song as broody dances for the girls taking off his shirt and showing his improving abs, there is tone but not quite a six-pack. He threw his shirt at Kay. Kay gave a few of his singles. Mac was impressed, as he moved his hips and threw a few bucks.
He danced swaying his ass into the girls’ laps. They shouted and shoved the dollars in his underwear. Toward the end he threw off the colorful underwear revealing his hard throbbing cock. They calculated he had 23 single dollar bills scattered all over the floor. They girls were impressed with his shocking ending. (92%)

They collected the singles and redevised the piles. (Missie made sure it was done in between each round.)

They rolled a dice to see who went next. .  .Angela and she picked “S&M” by Rihana. She shakes her ass and breasts to the beats. She starts with her shirt and whipped it around. She threw it at Broody we smelled it and gave several singles. She shook her bra and took off and threw it to Missie who laughed at her it was two times two small for her breasts. She got her pants off showing purple lacy panties. Once she slipped the panties off everyone passed her singles. She completely shaven, and each the guys wanted to see what that pussy tasted like. By the end of the song, she had 22 dollars bill on the floor in front of her. (88%)

James rolled next. He picked “Milkshake by Kalis” Missie was pissed, shed wanted the song. He rolled his shirt up showing his fake tanned abs. He shook his chest in front of the girls. Missie pushed him out of her face as they called foul automatic points. He took off his pants revealing a bikini briefs silky blue. He made each girl pay to touch the silky briefs. He whole his groin against the girls as both Mac and Broody mocked giving singles. He was well hung until Missie tweaked his nipples. By the end of the song he had 21 singles. (84%)

Kay got fourth and licked the song “Sexy and I know it, by LMFAO. She would shake her hips and use yoga positions like dolphin with out her pants, the frog without shirt, and downward dog without her bra. Once she was nude, she positioned herself so that her leg were bent back and breast pushed out. They guys wanted to touch, but they had no money but the second version. By the end of the song she got 22 singles. (88%)

Missie went next as she played “Lil Freak” by Usher and Nicki Minaj. She takes her shirt and bra off right away and eventually has everyone hands down her pants to feel her very wet pussy. By the end of the song she end up fingering her own naked pussy. She got 24 singles. Kay was mad because she got too technical in the touch. (96%)

Last was Mac as he picked “Shoop by Salt-n-Papa. He rode his shirt between his legs. He wasn’t sure and felt embarrassed as all three girls naked all danced and stripped him down. The guys gave him singles as he got the girls to dance with him. He kissed all of the girls on the cheek as he ended up with 21 dollars.  (84%)

“The winners are Missie and Broody.” Angela announced.

“Now that we are naked and horny, what should we do?” Missed asked in a sigh.

“Okay, Mac, my mom left with your dad for their 5th anniversary, they will be gone for a week. We promised no parties.” Angela rolled her eyes.

“A few friends won’t hurt, right?” Mac suggested.

“I agree.” He smiled at her replied.

“So, Angie, who are you inviting over?” Mackenzie asked curiously. 

“I’m thinking of Kay and Missie. Who are you inviting?” She questioned back. 

“Broody and James.” He answered not sure with her history with the two guys. 

“Broody needs his oil changed.” They both knew since it wasn’t surfing season James was always available. 

“I think I’ll go call the girls now.” She dialed and exited the room. He waited until she was completely gone before he looked at a pic of Missie on his cell. He began to think how big Missie's breasts were. She was completely top heavy. He thought of pushing her to the bed and its hard for her to get up as the weight on her chest holding her down. He ripped off her shirt, and then her oversized bra only to have her triple D size breasts pop out. He licked and sucked her bouncy mounts as she moaned and groaned. 

He sucked one nipple and then the other, she arched into him. “oh oh OH! Oh God.” She shouted calling him god made him rock hard. He ripped off his clothes and stroked his cock while he sucked on both of her nipples. He finally got to ultimate point and squirted on her breasts and chin just missing her mouth. 

The erotic thought made a bulge in his jeans. He rushed to his room for his favorite lube and to release in extra soft tissues.

 

The girls agreed, as well as the guys. Angela went to the store and got two bottles of vodka, orange juice, a bottle of rum, two bottles of cola, one bottle of diet cola, and two packs of twenty beer with part of the emergency money her mother gave her. She also got two packages of disposable shot glasses and a bag of ice. She knew that Mac had money from his father, but he will probably use it for weed, beer, and car parts. Maybe she could convince him to buy the pizza. She used that he would look good in front of girls; she knew he couldn’t refused. He ordered the pizza and gave Angela money for extra chips and other food, because he knew if James could get the good stuff, they will be hungry afterwards.

 

Kay was a thin, flexible girl with two pig tails that barely held her shorter hair. She came over first with several bags. Angela was flustered because she they could never exchange clothes as Angela was four sized bigger because of her C breasts and semi-rounded ass. Kay was studying to be yoga instructor and physical trainer.

“Kay, what is all of this stuff.” Angela was confused. She said hang out, not a sleep over.

“I wanted to show you some of my new outfits, Jack got me. I also need you to take pictures.” Kay didn’t even notice Mac as she walked pass him to Angela’s room.

“Who is Jack?” Mac asked his stepsister.

“Kay’s online sugar daddy.” Angela rolled her eyes. Mac frowned as he thought he might have a change, but he knew did not make the money to be a “sugar daddy.”

“Don’t worry after what I have planned, we will all have fun tonight.” Mac overhead Angie reassuring her friend.

Broody brought James as James’ car was broken again.  Broody was a tall, bean pool who just had a natural metabolism. He could get the girls with his smile or make them laugh, awkwardly. When he sees the room get slow, he’ll bring out the card tricks. James was the opposite, he was beach blond with shaggy hair in his eyes; in the summer all he could think about is surfing. In the colder months, like it was, he always had a different girl to cuddle. They could just not say no to that perfect tan and piercing blue eyes.

Missie got there late after she shift at the bakery. She had flour all over her hair and chest. Most of the school, called her bubble girl, because they had no idea of her breasts were real or if some rich guy paid her to expand her assets.

“Hey do you mind if I get a shower.” She asked Angie. She had a bag. Angie wonder if she said it was a sleep over or hang out.

“Sure, Pizza will be here within the hour.” The guys started to mumble once they heard Missie say shower. They all got a bit quiet thinking of soap suds just floating over her huge breasts. Her wet luscious breasts just begging for the guys to lick them and suck the nipples. To pin her to the shower wall and smash their faces between the wet pillows. They wanted to have her kneel as they have her suck the precum of their prominent cocks and then they all cum all over her face and breasts.

“Did your order the pizza?” Angela asked as they were all in their own fantasy.

“So pizza will be here soon, maybe we can watch a movie and then finish the car.” Mac spoke to break the tension.

They had pizza and beer once they got there.

“I’m need to watch beer, it’s high calories.” Kay started to complain.

“I’ll get you a diet cola.” Kay rolled her eyes.

 

They watch a comedy movie of guys who lost their girlfriends at a party. So they have an epic party to get them back, but in the end they realize they could do better.

 

“What do you want to do next?” Kay could see that the guys were getting bored. She knew they were either going to get caught in a video game or their tipsy heads in the hood of a car.

“We should get shitfaced and play some sexy games.” Angela almost giggled in her suggestion.

“What should be play, Angie?” Missie asked as the guys now seemed interested.

“What about my pics?” Kay whined. Kay loved how her older admirer liked her so much that he simply buys her clothes just to see her in the outfits. She felt so sexy and it’s a high when he begs her to take pictures just for him. She didn’t care if he was married, all that mattered was that he was into her and he was paying her for it. She got to shop and show off her clothes, who cares if he was old enough to be her father and then some. She felt something between a porn star and a kinky model.

“We will work on the pics, sometime. Besides you look better in the day light.” Angela tried to pull Kay away from the online perv who only wanted her pic to countless things with them.

“Let’s play 7 minutes in Heaven anything goes.” Mac blurted out. Angela laughed as the females followed her.

“You don’t start that game, we are barely tipsy.”

“Let’s play Never Have I ever. . .” Angela had an idea where she wanted the night to go. She wanted Broody, but she had history with James. She knew that he knew her weak spots, so either way, she knew was going to be an interesting night. She made two types of shots. . . one side was rum and coke, and the other was screwdrivers. She even made several rum and diet coke for very picky, diva Kay.

 

They started simple each asking dumb questions. . . Never have I ever. . . been kissed, had sex in a public place, cheated etc They were surprised to see that Kay never had sex in public or Missie, and James had never cheated on anyone, or they were easily hiding it.

“I found some really naughty questions online.” Missie added.

“Okay, you read the questions, but that means you still need to drink.” Angela explained.

“Let’s start where everyone has to drink. Never have I ever sexted someone.” They all took a drink.

“Never have I ever kissed someone of the same sex.” All the girls and James took a shot.

“You kissed a dude, man?” Broody shook his head.

“It was on a dare.” James blew it off.

“It’s kind of hot,” Missie flirted.

“Missie back to the game.” Kay rushed as they wondered if she was jealous.

“Never have I ever had naughty dreams.” They all took a shot.

“Okay lets make is spicy. . . Never have I ever had a naughty dream about someone in this room.” They all hesitantly took a shot and their face went red, they were sure from the alcohol or the naughty thought that someone in the room was fantasizing about them.

“Never have I ever masturbated to the fantasy of someone in this room.” Mac didn’t even think he took a shot.

“Come on, guys, you would just hold in the tension, I think not.” Everyone else took their shots on Mac’s words.

“How about . . . Never have I ever stripped for someone.” Mac didn’t drink neither did Kay, Missie or James. Broody and Angela drank a shot.

“You didn’t strip for your online guy?” Angela questioned her.

“You means that counts?”

“Were you streaming?” James asked curious.

“Yes.”

“Then it counts.” They watched her take a shot.

“Find then, never have I ever used sexy toys.” She laughed and took another shot. Angela, Kay, and Broody all took a shot. Mac was hesitant, but he took a shot too. He just hoped he wouldn’t have to explain his toy.

“James, you have never played with a vibrator or butt plug.” Angela asked trying to flirt, but they could tell she behind tipsy. They both knew when he was sober he took sex very seriously.

“Never have I ever pretended to love someone.” He almost barked the words. Angela, and Kay took shots.

“Having a one night stand doesn’t count. Most people go to a party knowing they are doing to get laid or hang over. I never ever told them that I loved them, if I didn’t expect to see them again.” Broody explained honestly.

“You don’t love your internet guy?” James blurted.

“Why I just have to flirt a bit and he send me gift cards. I pose for pictures and then he sends me more. It’s harmless.” Kay blew it off as if was nothing.

“What if he loves you?” Missie was confused.

“It’s internet, he probably has some physically broken wife and needs my sweet bod to get off. It’s not any different than watching porn, I’m just live.” She giggled.

“Never have I ever had sex with someone at least 15 years older than me.” Missie blurted out. James down a shot.

“I learned from my neighbor, because I didn’t know what to do.” James started to hiccup.

“Did your guy ever get off online while you streamed?” Missie asked.

“Yes, why?”

“It counts, now drink.” Missie gave Kay a screw driver.

 

“Okay, I think we had enough of this game.”  Angela did not like the tension in the room.

“Now could play spin the bottle? I want to see the sexy ladies make out, I mean make up.” Mac allowed the alcohol talk, both girls blushed that he called them sexy.  They found an old empty wine bottle that Angela’s mother kept from her first date with Mac’s father.

“Just do not break it, mom will kill us.” Angela held the bottle as the guys pushed the furniture out and rolled the carpet up, leaving the wooden floor exposed. They all sat in circle.

“The rule goes as follow, you have to kiss whomever the bottle points to which the open part of the bottle. However whoever refused their partner can choose them do anything to anyone else in the room.”

“Damn, that is extreme.” James blurted out.

“Are you chicken?”

“No, I’m game.” Everyone agreed except Kay was a bit hesitant.

“Come Kay, it will be fun.” Angela and Missie almost stated in stereo. She huffed and sat down.

“My game, I’ll go first. . .” Angela spun the bottle and it landed in front of Broody. He crawled over to her as they both kneeled, he cuffed her face as kissed her so deep that she could taste orange juice on his tongue. She didn’t want it to end, but she knew it was just a game. He pulled away and crawled back, as he could see that she needed to catch her breath.

Kay went next and kissed James, but it was not as long as Angela and Broody’s kiss. Both could feel that it was good, but there was no spark there. She had more of a spark when she kissed Mac in the fifth round. Before that Missie kissed Broody but it was just a simple kiss. After that Angela kissed Missie, Missie tried to make it more passionate and over-do Broody as she bisexual, but not sure how to tell anyone. Missie’s breasts bounced into Angela’s smaller breasts.

“They are bouncy.” Angela whispered.

“You should see them without a bra, they have minds of their own.” Missie whispered back and laughed. She bowed as Angela bowed back at the bouncy, friendly breasts. All of the guys were drooling.

Mac spun the bottle again it landed on his step-sister Angela, the room was slightly shocked.

“It’s just a kiss, and we are not blood related.” Angela snapped. She rushed over to him.

“Close your eyes.” She whispered. He did as he was told. She always knew her stepbrother was submissive. She smiled at so many naughty thoughts. She wondered how experience he really was. She had her lips meet his and add just a bit of pressured and then she pulled him closer to he could feel her well-fluffed C breasts. She kept it simple, but enough to tease.  She pulled away and gave him a moment to readjust.

The next round was James spun the bottle, and it landed on Broody.

“Like Angie, said it’s just a kiss” James repeated.

“Dude, no.”

“Fine then, you have to be in underwear for the rest of night.” Broody sighed, but he took off his jeans to revival a color abstract pattern of silky boxer briefs.

“Cute undies.” Missie joked.

"Is that real silk?" Kay asked curious.
"I'll let you touch them if you kiss Missie." Both girls were tipsy, and had already kissed girls before. They both shrugged it off. They walked over and with no thought, they matched their lips together. They both knew if they moaned, it would drive all of the guys crazy. They grabbed each other's asses pushing their breasts into each other as they moaned. They slipped their tongues in each other's mouths. They sloppily kept their mouth partially open so the guy could see them each tease each other with their tongues. Their kiss lasted almost two minutes and had beaten Broody's and Angela's kiss.
They both clasped onto the couch in each other's arm holding back from kissing again. Angela gave then each a cup of rum and cola and she was not amused by the show like the men.

“Let’s play another game.” Mac suggested hoping to get more of a show like that. . .

 

(Want a part 2?)

 

 

Once my sexy submissive boyfriend came home from work, I was feeling fun and frisky. (I had accomplished all of my daily goals and my word count was three time more than as my daily average of 1500.) I even had dinner in the slow cooker, chili, with a corn bread in the oven.
He came home knelt in front of me and kissed him. I noticed he was sweaty. I do not like sweat. (I know it’s a natural thing, but its slimy and gross.)
“Go shower, dry off and come back to me naked so we can play the clean game.” He knew the clean game. I came up with it when we were in the craft store. He was holding my bags, of course like a good sub would. Anyway, I made two wheels decorated with colorful markers, stickers and glitter. On one wheel was his chores and the other wheel was what he was supposed to wear while doing the chores.
The list of the chores were
1. Dishes
2. Washing, dry and fold laundry
3. Vacuum and dust
4. Sweep and mop
5. Make bed and fluff the pillows
6. Make dinner
7. Make dessert
8. Clean kitchen
9. Clean bathroom
10. Scrubbing the kitchen floor
11. Cleaning his car in the garage (with the door close)
12. Bonus hat game
Note: The hat game is where I write different ideas and pick three for him to do for me after his chores. Extra massage (usually sexual), create a romantic atmosphere like candle light dinner, read me a homemade poem, entertain me, strip show etc.
Chores like taking out the trash or cleaning after the cats are not in the game, because they are not sexy and I do not want the neighborhood to see all of my sexy submissive boy toy (unless they look through the windows.)
The second wheel was what he should wear.
1. G-string (we roll a 6 sided dice for what color: 1. Red, 2. Blue, 3. Sparkle green, 4. Sparkly pink, 5. Purple, and 6 black leather.)
2. Nude and bare foot
3. Cock cage
4. Cock ring (I flip a coin to see if its plain or with a vibrator)
5. Boxers
6. Ripped jeans (ripped in the knees, on the ass and in the grotch, no underwear with it)
7. Very short, ripped jean shorts (when bent over ass is exposed)
8. Assless chaps
9. Only cowboy boots (sometimes cock ring or cock cage)
10. Leopard print silk tight briefs
11. Just a rag (to balance on an erect cock)
12. Strip for Mistress until she says stop (and then clean in what she says)
As I said he was a very good boy, and first day he had clean up glitter while having to keep a rag on his erected cock. I also might be nice and allow an apron if he has to cook. I also personally know bacon grease splatting on an open chest hurts.)
He got out of the shower, just as I looked at the corn bread. It needed another five minutes in the oven. He knelt in front of me as bend to kiss him, he smelled good, clean. I run my fingers through his wet hair keeping his hair out of his face. He noticed the sparkly charts on the table.
“I got all of my daily goals accomplished, so I want my sexy sub to play with me, entertain me.”
“I’m happy you got so much done, may I read your work?” I loved his love of reading. Its one of many things that drew me toward him. I kissed him, he tasted of tooth paste, my good boy even brushed his teeth.
“After dinner, we can read my work together. We are going to play the cleaning game first.” I took his hand as he got up and walked with me to the dinning room table.
“Each wheel, I will spin three times, and I will match up what you wear with you chore.” I explained him the rules again.
“Yes, my sexy Mistress.” He replied in agreement.
I spun the first sparkly wheel. . . the arrow moving against the reflecting colors of silver, red, blues making it look purple. The arrow landed on g-string, and we rolled a 4 so he had wear a sparkly pink g string. I spin the chore wheel: he had vacuum a sparkly g-string.
I spin the sexy outfit again. Then I got cowboy boots, and I flipped a coin and god heads: he had to wear his cock cage. Since he was already wearing the shiny piece we would start with the chore first. I spin the chore chart for him to get make bed and fluff the pillows.
The last time I spun the outfit chart, I got nude with bare feet. We both knew was the last one: it was the simplest outfit. I was being nice so I let him spin the chore wheel. He spun the wheel and the sparkly swirls landed in make dessert. I smiled as I knew this is going to be a very fun night.
“Since you already have the cock cage, we will get your sexy cowboy boots on and you fluff my pillow in your buff.” I giggled slightly.
“Then we will put the pink sparkly g-string on and you will vacuum for me. We will have dinner and you will make me dessert completely nude.” I directed him in what order. He put the charts away as I took the corn bread out of the oven. I placed it on the stove to cool and turn off the oven. He followed me into the bedroom. He didn’t see I had my cell phone.
I laid in the middle of the partially made bed. As he getting on his cowboy boots. I sat up and threw the pillows at him.
“My sexy Mistress, its hard to make the bed with your sexy, curvy body in it.” I could hear him drooling in his truthful complaint. I laughed.
“You need to dance to get me out of the bed.” I smiled and turned on the song “That Don’t Impress Me Much” by Shania Twain.
“Now my sexy boy toy, dance.” I demanded as I blasted the music. He swayed his hips hesitant at first. Then he began to thrust his caged groin getting into the song. I was very amused by his moves, but I could see that he was nervous. I smiled and blew him a kiss flirty. He eased up and really shook his hip and even swung his cowboy boots up. By the third versus I was off the stripped bed and dancing with him. I squeezed his ass as I ground my body into his caged cock. He moaned in our dancing.
I kissed him deeply pinning him into the wall. Once the music stopped, I pulled back.
“Now make the bed.” He stripped the blue sheets and put on light purple sheets as I watched him bent over his tight ass fully exposed. It gave me an idea as I put on the song “Shake Your Bon Bon,” by Ricky Martin. Then I smacked his ass playfully. He groaned and swayed his ass to the rhythm of the song. I smacked it again on the other cheek. I grabbed his hips and ground into his ass. . .
“Maybe we should play with this soon. “ He swayed his ass pushing against my groin in a playful way. We were in a frisky agreement: we both knew I got a new vibrating strap-on I needed to break in. I slid my hands just to his cock cage as his entire pelvis area was sensitive. He tried to focus on the hospital corners in folding the unfitted sheet. He moaned once I slipped my finger under the cage and just lightly brushed against his over sensitive cock. He collapsed into the folded side of the bed and just allowed me to dance to the music and grind to his slightly swaying ass. I could tell he was intense torture. I knew he wanted to rip off his cage and roll me onto the bed and take me on, but I could tell he was trying his best to hold back his sexual, desperate urges.
I kissed him on the back of the neck and slowly let him go. I sat back and let him finish making the bed as enjoyed watching his naked body work. He was my sexy submissive boy toy in the buff.
“Now you have to dance as you fluff the pillows.” I demanded as I played “Shake it Off” by Taylor Swift. He shook each pillow as he shook his body. I smiled and danced with him until all eight pillows were fluffed.
I sat on the side of the freshly made bed. I had him sit with me. I don’t speak or tell him how hot he looked in the cowboy boots. I just kissed him and fell back on the bed and had him lay on top of me and our tongues were dancing just was our bodies were just a few minutes ago. I loved the pressure of his body weight on top of me. I grabbed his ass cheeks pushing his groin into mind. He moaned and groan as he was flustered because of the metal cage between us.
“Grind me harder,” I gasped as he did pushing the cage into my legging pants. I soaked through both my underwear and my pants. We could smell the sweetness.
“Harder.” I was breathless. His groin rode and drove deep with my soaked crevasse. After few moments within a steady rhythm, he find that perfect spot and arched seeped into caged crotch. I gasped and squealed as I gush making the front of my underwear and pant sweet and soaked.
I kissed him and pushed him up. I slipped off my pants and demanded.
“Be a good boy, and lick me clean.” He kissed and sucked on my inner thighs covered with my sweet juices. I moaned and bit my lips arching into his tongue and lips. His flat tongue slide between my pussy lips and licked me like a melting ice cream cone. He lapped up my sweet juice moaning as he did it, the moans made my pussy vibrate. I squeal once his tongue hit my special, sensitive spot. He could feel him smile, an evil smile as he pushed on the spot with tip of his tongue, then he flicked his tongue rapidly making it tap, tap, tap. It made my body get tense again. He continue to tap, tap, tap and then stroke his entire tongue over the spot. Within seconds, I squealed and gushed all over his face. He licked it clean with one more lap, before I pulled him back over me.
I kissed him hard sucking my juices off his tongue. I have always like the taste of myself when I’m horny. He moaned as I sucked his tongue harder and deeper puling it deep past my lips almost down my throat.
I had him get up as I walked to the closet stripping my clothes tossing them to floor as he knew to pick them up and put them in the hamper. He smelled them and moaned.
“Are you smelling my clothes, again?” I sighed, shook my head and laughed it off.
“I love your sweet smell, Mistress.” He replied between proud and ashamed.
I get into sheer, dark pink lacy camisole with no panties. I grabbed my purple vibrator as I grabbed the key for the cage as well as his hot pink sparkly g-string.
“Come here and put it on.” I demanded as he saw my curvy kegs coming from my camisole. He liked that I was not wearing the matching undies. He rushed over with drool on his chin. He eagerly allowed me to unlock his cock cage and once it opened, his cock was semi-hard once it hit the air. He groaned in delight. I knew he wanted to kiss me, he wanted to pin me, and show him how appreciative he was for his manly freedom.
“Put it on, and I’ll kiss you.” I knew better as I knew he was simply turned on by just my kiss.
I giggled to myself as I watched him shove his cock into the sparkly pink g-string. I could tell the string rode right up his ass. I kissed him with a teasing peck. I grabbed a towel and had him follow me.
“Now my sexy boy, you can vacuum and entertain your sexy goddess.” I giggled and smiled. I put the towel on the couch, expecting him to make me gush in the show. (He'll have a little help with my purple friend.)
He got the vacuum, plugged it in, this time I turned on smart TV with our surround sound and put on the song “I'm Too Sexy” by Right Said Fred. I paused but he saw the song.
“Now my sexy boy toy, are you seeing a pattern here. I want you dance for me while vacuuming. And go.” I had hit play as he started to thrust his bulging pink pouch making even the sparkles dance while vacuumed the living room rug. I slide my purple friend into my soaked pussy. I gasped as he almost stopped.
“Keep going, the more you dance, the more i will cum,” I pulled it out and push it in, with my leg spread along the couch. He danced and he watched me play with my wet pussy.
After the song ended, I played “I wanna dance with somebody,” by Whitney Houston.
“Oh. Dance boy, dance!” I gasped with each word. I orgasmed twice with that song. He was practically done. I allowed him to finish the rug.
“Now my good boy, just dance for me.” I put on the song “Rump Shaker” by Wreck-N-Effect. He danced shaking his ass to the song as I put my legs over my head and orgasmed until squirted all over the towel. I could see that he pitching a tent in his pink pouch. I could see wet marks. I pulled my toy out.
“Now play with me, but just your tongue and fingers.” I demanded as I slid my own fingers in and sucked them clean teasing him with my sweetness. He knelt in front of me and slid his first two fingers in deep as he rubbed my clit with his thumb. The double stimulation made me release so hard I felt like I passed out for second when I actually gushed all over his fingers.
“Oh my good sexy boy, now lick me clean while suck my juice off of your hand.” He went face first into my open pussy licking the sweet wetness. I licked and sucked on his fingers and palm as he moaned. The moaning made his tongue vibrate. I almost came again.
We rested for a few moments when I noticed the huge wet spot on his pink pouch.
“Be honest with me, did you cum?” I was disappointed in the thought, I wanted him to show me control. True control would impress me, we both knew that.
“Mistress, its precum. I need to cum, but I know not to cum until you say.” I pulled his cock hard out of the pouch, it glisten, but it was clear.
“Good boy, but you must wear your wet g-string to dinner.” He understood.
“Now I’m going to go get dressed, you get us dinner.” I directed him.
We ate dinner. I went on about my story of a dancing slave. I take off his g-string. I kiss the tip of his cock, its not as salty as it would have been with cum. I sat back into my chair.
“Now I give you a minute to look into the fridge and freezer for things to make dessert.” I set the timer on my phone.
“And now go.” I started the timer as he grabbed the tray found whipped cream, ice cream, chocolate sauce, sprinkles, and cherries. He had spoons but no bowls, which means its going to be naughty. We both smiled at the thought.
“My lovely Mistress, follow me.” We went into the bedroom, he put the tray on the end table as he put several towels down. He layer on the towels. I had the idea in which he wanted. I thought he was being clever since he can’t where a cock ring that !y mouth might making him cum. (However we both knew if he came before he earned it that his chastity would be prolonged.)
I ate a cherry and then fed him one with my mouth. I kissed him hard as the sweetness of cherry drive us both crazy. I took the whipped cream and covered his cock and added sprinkles. I licked and succked him clean, making his cock throbbing and be perfectly erect. He moaned as I moaned still sucking. Then I took a spoonful of ice cream. The coldness made him flinch and gasp.
“Oh mistress,” his teeth chattered. I sucked moving the melting scoop of ice cream along his shrinking cock. Then once it melted I suck all of the cream off making it swell again. He gasped. I drizzled chocolate all over as sucked so hard, could taste the precum like chocolate covered pretzels.
“sit up.” I demanded as he did as I said. I fed him ice cream as he did the same with me as he told me about his work day and how he thought of me and missed me.
“I love that you miss me, but you do not have enough points to cum yet.” I kissed him.
“I know, I just enjoyed this moment.” I kissed him again. I cleaned off his cock with a soapy rag and put on a new metal cage and locked it.
“Run me a bath, and I’ll get my writings.” We finished the night with him reading me my work as I soaked in the tub.

I’m working on a writing challenge. . .

I have so many erotic ideas that I feel I should post a few.
My challenge is simple post three to five erotic stories a week.

Please feel free to like or comment.

I want to know if my writing is good enough to get published.

Note: If I write about a sub, it based on how I want my submissive boyfriend to be. (Hint to the submissive men out there.)

I will not write about my hard limits.