You look at me eyes wide and your mouth open, you’re being such good boy. Well the eye contact makes you a good boy, the open mouth just means the gag is doing its job. Keeping your mouth open and accessible to me at all times.
Your eyes sparkle with a mixture of excitement and trepidation! Is it just a threat? Part of the tease and something to add to the intensity of our scene. Or do I really mean to do it this time!
I straddle you and bound as you are you are unable to do much more than attempt to wriggle! I watch as your chest heaves as your breathing speeds up and your eyes fix on my cunt! The cunt you love so much, you’ve licked it, fucked it, fingered it, made it gush, made it clench, made me scream in delight at the attention you’ve paid it. Never have you drowned beneath it though.
Never has my warm, wet piss flowed over you. Drenching you in my scent, marking you as Mine.
Never until now!
I position myself above your mouth and I watch as your body tenses and your eyes are forced wider still by the uncertainty you now face! I suspect part of you doesn’t want to watch, but that part of you that aches for me to do unspeakable things to you is delighted by the prospect of my warm golden stream filling your mouth.
I’m poised, ready and even I wonder if someday is going to be today. If the urge have you taste me in a new way will be fulfilled. I don’t know when this desire became more than a tease, more than a threat to heighten your experience while we played. When, I wonder, did it become overwhelming and magnificent in its appeal.
I feel my muscles clench and release. Someday is today and I watch as a stream of piss flows onto your chin. I gauge the reaction in your eyes and the slightly horrified sparkle tells me I can go further. I tilt my pelvis ever so slightly, clenching my muscles to stop the flow and releasing to fill your mouth.
Filling your mouth is actually just gracing your tongue with a small but delicious quantity! You can’t close your mouth to swallow and I watch as your tongue moves awkwardly to allow your throat access to this new and addictive nectar.
A full and well prepared bladder means I can change position once more, this time strong and continuous upon your chest. The ropes that bind you are darkening as they absorb in a way your skin can not. My eyes follow the lines and knots of the rope works across your body and I notice how my flowing piss trickles across your flesh. My eyes are drawn downwards to your cock and if ever there was a doubt that your arousal for this matches my own, your cock, hard, twitching and eager removes all doubt.
My cunt finally stops in its mission to drench you because the mission has been completed with great success. My fingers wrap around your erection, and all I can think about is turning you into a wetter and messier pile of ruination. As always my hand is exceptionally efficient in making this happen.
You grunt, groan and shudder your way to orgasm, all louder and more forceful than normal as they escape through your open mouth which is still forced open by the gag, drool has also found its way to freedom making your chin shiny with saliva and this further fuels my need to see your belly covered in your own spunk. My hand begins its final sprint towards your climax and I am not disappointed.
You come hard, it looks violent and painful as it creates pleasurable havoc within you and forces the fruits of my labour from your body in hot, messy spurts. As I hoped for, you are covered, belly to chest, you are a beautiful sticky, wet mess.
I remove your gag and kiss you, and you pull back a little, worried that you are covered or drool or might taste like piss. None of that matters to me though. I straddle you, feeling your spunk soaking through my flimsy excuse for a dress, as I hold your face between my hands and kiss you with as much passion with which you came.
Someday was today and today was deliciously depraved.
This blog post was inspired by this weeks Wicked Wednesday prompt of ‘Someday’. Please follow the link below to see who else has submitted and leave them some love.
Content Warning: Themes of Humiliation and Degradation included
‘It’s frivolous. You’re frivolous. Don’t you realise some us struggle to pay our bills each month.’
The conversation was always the same with Jane, I wouldn’t mind so much if she wasn’t nursing a rather expensive bottle of wine as we spoke, and if there was even truth in nature of a my frivolity.
‘What is your indiscretion?’ I hear you cry. I must confess, I have a cleaner. At least this is what Jane thinks. What I actually have though is a willing and consenting submissive, who gains an awful lot of pleasure of being allowed to do various household tasks for me, in exchange I reward her for her good behaviour. She’s adorable and eager to please which means my house is always spotless. She also has a variety of cleaning outfits that without fail brighten my day when I see them.
My phone pings with today’s outfit in question, and as I go to open it Jane sighs loudly and starts a tirade of how she hates mobiles and how there is no peace in the world any more, again I wouldn’t mind but she was on the phone for 30 minutes of our current 2 hour lunch date. When I check my message and see her delightful French Maids outfit and the feather duster in her hand, I am done, lunch is finished and I am going home to inspect her efforts.
As I open the door I can hear her rustling around in the kitchen, as I enter I am not disappointed by the view I am greeted with. Kneeling down, cleaning the floor, her tiny skirt is no match for her beautiful bottom and it is on full display. I love her bum. Biting it, beating it, grabbing it, all of which we might indulge in later, if she has completed her tasks to the required standard.
I wander around the house, checking all the agreed upon areas of inspection. Everything is as it should be, until I reach the bathroom. My mirrors are usually gleaming after she has cleaned them, today though they are streaky and peppered with finger marks. She knows the punishment for this infraction, and while I was excited to reward her, it is my job to give her what she needs, and what she needs right now is reprimanding.
When I reach the kitchen she is sitting on her assigned chair waiting for my feedback. The look on her face tells me she already knows what is coming though.
‘On your feet.’
She stands but there is apprehension in her body language, she will follow every order I issue, but she will do so wishing she did not have to. Wishing she could say no, wondering why she didn’t just clean the mirror properly. Of course she can say no if she wants to, she can use her words to explain that she doesn’t want this anymore, but she won’t, she never does, because above all else, this part of her that brought her to me.
I spread her legs as she rests her hands on the kitchen table. Her panties are soaked through, and I move them aside so my fingers can explore the wetness of her folds. As my fingers move inside her cunt, my words being to weave inside her mind, I whisper at her ear, soft and wicked, as I begin to strip away her decency and turn her into the puddle of nothing she desires to be.
‘You’re a disgrace. Fucking useless. My mirror is filthy. Your mind is too full of perversions to focus properly. You’re a dirty girl, a bad girl, just a filthy fucking slut if I’m being honest.’
With every word I speak she gets wetter and wetter, she is whimpering too, and I know she will cry. Her tears will fall and as I watch that happen my cunt will spasm and I’ll be left with no other options than to fuck her useless we’ve both faded into oblivion. That is later though, now I must teach her a lesson.
As my fingers increase their efforts to fuck her to orgasm, her moaning becomes more desperate and the wanton slut in her shines through.
‘What are you girl?’
‘A filthy fucking slut Miss.’ She says in one breath, then lets out a groan of pleasure to punctuate it.
‘Really? Just afilthy fucking slut.’
‘No Miss. I’m yourfilthy fucking slut.’
Yes. Yes she is. Mine, all mine and that’s why I must be firm with her, because what my slut needs, my slut gets and what she needs right now is to be debased and ruined, so she can feel free and complete.
My tirade on her mind continues as my fingers pound into her. I use all the words I know humiliate her, I tap into to those part so of her that no-one else knows about. I dig deep and use her shame against her, all the while making her more and more aroused, to the point that she is begging to come.
‘Please Miss. Please Miss. Please can I come, I can’t … I’
I make her wait, just a few moments longer. Her legs can barely hold her weight now, and her ragged breathing and desperate pleas are becoming so intense I could cry with happiness. I just want a little more of it, a little more of her desperation to feed the wickedness within.
Then it’s time. I can feel her cunt beginning to clench around my fingers in a way that tells me she will not be able to hold off much longer. My fingers pound into her, hard and fast, right against that spot she loves to hate. She will fill the air with cries of ‘no’ and ‘please stop’, and if I stopped she would cry out furiously and beg me to keep going. I don’t stop today though, today I give her exactly what she deserves.
She comes hard against my fingers, the warm, wet product of my efforts gushing over my hand and onto the nice, clean floor. She falls to her knees, she is as I predicted crying, great sobbing gasps as she kneels in a pool of her own creation. It isn’t over yet though, her punishment has only just begun.
‘You now what to do. Be a good girl and clean up your mess.’
She looks up at me with tear stained cheeks, her make-up smeared all over her face. She looks like a wreck and in my opinion extraordinarily beautiful. The looks in her eyes is pleading, please don’t make me do this they say. I must though, without this bit, she will retain some dignity and she needs to be stripped of that completely.
‘Do it.’ and as always she needs some physical encouragement, my fingers twist into her hair and I push her face into the mess she has made, reminding her once more that she’s a naughty girl who deserves to be punished. I catch her eye as she begins to lap at floor, and that look is everything. Humiliated and degraded she is consumed by shame, these things she lets me to do her are beyond convention, they are, to most people’s mind depraved and disgusting. In fairness they are depraved and disgusting and that is why they are so much fun. She knows this, she knows if she tells any of her friends what we do together they would shy away and probably calls her awful names and that would not be acceptable. I am the only one who gets to call her awful names, and she loves me for it and that shows in her eyes too. Adoration for the one who embraces her perversions and set her free by reducing her to a cum cleaning slut, my beautiful cum cleaning slut.
After a few minutes she is lost to her task, eyes closed, body relaxed, she has found her happy place. Which means knowing she is content and satisfied, and I can now use her for other things.
Taking her hand I lead her upstairs, to the bathroom of all places where the dirty mirror kick started today’s fun. I glance at it again, the words ‘Please degrade me Miss’ daubed on it in soapy finger streaks. When she asks for things so nicely, it is always a pleasure to provide them for her.
Now though we climb into the shower together and I wash her hair and her body, enjoying the sight of the water cascading over her curves, my fingers trace familiar marks and blemishes, that she used to complain about me paying attention to, but now she smiles and giggles at how much I love all of her.
Her own hands explore my body and as they reach my face she pulls me into a kiss, it is filled with passion, and when we pull away she whispers a soft thank you. I am thankful too. Thankful that she trusts me enough to explore the dark places with her, to keep her safe and to makes sure I always bring her back into the light with gentle and loving aftercare. Which helps things return to a more ‘everyday’ equilibrium and our D/s dynamic ebbs away softly so it is just a quiet lapping at the shore of our being together, everyday kinds of conversation resume as she asks me how lunch was.
‘Filled with Jane’s gripes as always. But she did make me laugh once or twice, so not all bad.’
‘Does she still think I’m your cleaner?’
‘She does. We should really tell her you’re my girlfriend soon though and make proper introductions.’
‘Oh no! Not yet! Please Miss, please let’s leave it a little longer, it’s so much fun this way.’
I can’t help but laugh, ‘and people say I’m the wicked one. You my girl are every bit as wicked as me.’ With that she splashes me full in the face with the water she has collected in her hands, and I suspect a whole new kind of punishment is in her future.
This piece was inspired by the wonderful prompt image for this weeks Masturbation Monday which was originally by LittleSwitchBitch, whose blog is fabulous and you should most definitely check out.
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One of the most common reasons people tell me that they don’t feel like they can explore FemDom, even when the desire is there, is because they aren’t into ‘the right things’. Once again porn feeds into some absolutely legitimate and wonderful kinks, but often they portray the more advanced end of the scale.
One of the things I always suspected and was delighted to see it confirmed in Princess Kali’s book ‘Enough to Make You Blush’ is that even hardcore kinks have low level entry points. While I am a huge advocate of every reading her book, I know many of you won’t, so I am exploring my own thoughts on the subject to spread the word. Essentially though, from beginning to end, her book is suitable for everyone. Even those people who deemed humiliation not for them, just like I did. Spoiler Alert: I now love erotic humiliation.
When you first enter the kink community or first start exploring a new side to you kinky repertoire it can be easy to become flustered by some kinks and think that you could never do them. It seems to be a secret that all kinks have low level entry points.
Content Warning: Contains thoughts surrounding medical play, blood play, needles and mobility aids as kink equipment.
When I first saw this weeks prompt I was going to attempt a piece of erotica based around one of the only uniforms that I’d like to involve in my own kinky fun, the more I thought on it though the more I thought I should explore the fantasy itself.
One of the main areas of kink that I am keen to explore is medical play. When I’ve mentioned this on social media many of my followers have send DM’s asking me what that even is. In a nutshell it is an umbrella term referring to a number of kinks and fetishes involving objects, practices, environments, and situations of a medical or clinical nature
This isn’t a declaration I make very often, be it to his face or on this blog, but I love Bakji loads. Like serious warm and fuzzy feels. He is a wonderful man and he makes me so happy to have him in my life. I’d never want to harm him and keeping him safe and in one piece is my number one priority at all times.
That however doesn’t stop me revelling doing wicked things to him. Wicked things like slapping his face.
Ownership isn’t part of the dynamic I have with Bakji, as intense as it is our kink dynamic is fairly casual and is only in place during a scene. During those scenes though he is all Mine and by that token I can do as I wish with him, and that is truly wonderful. This weekend we had two amazing scenes and I feel like this picture I took not only encapsulates this weeks prompt of ‘underneath’ but highlights a lot of what I love about our kinky sessions.
Sinful Sunday is all about the image, and the lovely people who join in create some outstanding photos, so please do take the time to visit more of the entries. I’m sure they would all appreciate some likes and comments if you really enjoyed their piece. Click the link below the lips to find this weeks link up.
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Feet? As a kink, you know what they say ‘your kink is not my kink and that’s okay’. Feet are icky, don’t touch mine. In fact don’t even think about touching them. Touch your feet? Hell no! Feet are not sexy.
-Quote from a very clueless me!
When I started my journey in FemDom it was fairly early on that I noticed a shift when it came to my viewpoint on foot fetishism. Suddenly I noticed that actually having Bakji kiss my feet would be awesome. FemDom makes me feel like I am the Queen of everything and what Queen doesn’t deserve to have her feet kissed and massaged and generally fawned over at all times.