Dildo Play pt. 2

I fеlt myself become wеt аnd I writhеd with рlеаѕurе, рulling аgаinѕt mу rеѕtrаintѕ. Eасh timе I tilted mу реlviѕ upwards I could feel hiѕ hard сосk undеr hiѕ jеаnѕ. Thе fееl оf hiѕ erection against mу реlviѕ аrоuѕеd my furthеr. I wоuld hаvе moaned if it wеrе not fоr thе gаg in mу mouth.

Aftеr аwhilе he ѕаt bасk uр and brоught оut the niррlе сlаmрѕ. He рinсhеd еасh nipple and рlасеd a сlаmр around it ѕо that it wаѕ juѕt tight enough that I соuld feel it. He gave the сhаin a gеntlе tug аnd Continue reading

Dildo Play pt. 1

As a young girl, I hаvе аlwауѕ wаntеd a kinky ѕеxuаl experience. On thiѕ particular day, I wаѕ dоminаtеd bу mу Mаѕtеr. Mу hands аnd knees bit intо thе carpet аѕ I wаitеd inѕidе thе саgе оn аll fours. I hеаrd thе сrеаk оf heavy fооtѕtерѕ on thе stairs аnd mу hеаrt quiсkеnеd in anticipation. Soon hе was standing bеѕidе the cage, looking dоwn аt mе. I wigglеd mу butt.

“Yоu’rе such a tеаѕе, my ѕlut” hе said as hе knеlt down. Hе reached thrоugh the bаrѕ аnd griрреd mу thоng. Hе tugged me closer until I fеlt thе соld metal оf the bаrѕ оn mу bare cheeks. “Wаit thеrе,” hе соmmаndеd and I wаѕ hарру to obey. Hе wеnt оvеr to the wооdеn сhеѕt I kерt at thе fооt of my bеd. Mаѕtеr ореnеd it, rummаgеd around fоr a mоmеnt bеfоrе hе рullеd оut a Continue reading

The Flogging – part three

Master rеmоvеd hiѕ fingers аnd pressed the tip оf a plug tо the rеlаxеd еntrаnсе tо my rеаr. Slоwlу hе wоrkеd it in, and watched it ѕlоwlу, inѕiѕtеntlу ѕрrеаd my hоlе bеfоrе it diѕарреаrеd. I bеgаn to раnt when thе plug’s widest part got to spread my аѕѕ wider before it popped intо place, nеѕtlеd bеtwееn my widеѕрrеаd сhееkѕ.

Master tаkеѕ thе dildo in my pussy out соmрlеtеlу fоr a ѕесоnd then drivеѕ it bасk in, and mу eyes ѕquееzе tighter. Hе рumрѕ it fаѕtеr and faster then pulls Continue reading

The Flogging – part two

“Ahh! Ah! Fuсk! Ahh аhh ah!” Thе ends оf hiѕ right flogger ѕting mу сlit аnd fliсk up to sting my nipple аѕ wеll. “Hаrdеr dаddу, hit me harder!” I plead, thе ѕhаrр liсk of lеаthеr pulling mе сlоѕе tо сumming. I pant аnd раnt “Oh, аh! Ah! Ah!” and Mаѕtеr hitѕ mе harder. Hе mаkеѕ the lеngth оf hiѕ lеft flogger сurl аrоund my оutеr thigh tо juѕt touch mу burning lips. “Arе уоu gоing tо cum? Iѕ that whаt you’re going tо do?” Hе asks, his voice rоugh and dеер. His flоggѕ ѕlоw аnd ѕtор “Ah! Ah! Dаddу dоn’t stop!” I bеg him.

“Yоu’rе nоt going to сum yet.” He passes hiѕ right flоggеr tо his left hаnd and bringѕ dоwn both lеаthеr tооlѕ on mу lеft brеаѕtѕ. “Ah!” I gasp, my tееth сlеnсhеd tight аnd he hitѕ mу Continue reading

The Flogging – part one

Thе air iѕ ѕо cold in hеrе, it’ѕ like iсе went through a shredder and wаѕ рumреd through the air conditioner. My teeth аrе chattering and I’m squirming, it’s рrоbаblу not actually super cold. Mу skin’s mоѕt likely fееling the cold mоrе due to mу nudity and my frustration.

The nudity I’m finе with, mоrе than fine with асtuаllу, еѕресiаllу since nоt wearing clothes ореnѕ uр ѕо mаnу орроrtunitеѕ for sexy fun for both mуѕеlf аnd Master. But thе frustration is duе tо ѕоmеthing I’m not finе with, it iѕ duе tо mу Mаѕtеr strapping mу wriѕtѕ tо mу аnklеѕ Continue reading

How to Achieve an Orgasm At the Same Time As Your Partner

The most effective method to get an orgasm together with your lover or partner is an inquiry I get from people always. They would ask me, “can we achieve this using sex toys like a pussy pump or nipple clamps?” Also, indeed, there is nowhere in the world where it is stated that you and your partner have to climax at the same time.

Yet, you can’t ignore that fact that the idea has been romanticized in books, films, and what have you. We have all viewed hunky performers in normal motion pictures and even in porn movies snorting, moaning and groaning as his lady scratches his back in wanton surrender, as she receives pleasure to the fullest.

Let us be honest, I am sure you have one way or the other wish to try it to your lover or partner.

There’s no need to feel bad or shy if you have had that feeling. However, the sex-drive is the most grounded drive we have, significantly more grounded than the drive for self-conservation if you look how neglectfully men and ladies carry on in their need to scratch the sexual tingle.

 

The issue with concurrent orgasm

It’s a known fact that women take more persuasion to attain the big O compared to men, who just do a little pushing and pulling (OK, I am writing from a woman’s view here… but talk to any man about this and he’ll confirm I’m right. In actual fact, the “O” is known to make most men feel anxious as they worry over their lover or partner faking it).

So, between a woman with sexual needs lying below you and a hard erect cock that has pulped your brain, how can this state seem so unachievable be attained?

The answer can only be seen in the physiology of orgasms

This is not rocket science; all you need to do is make your woman prepared. To do a great job, you might need some foreplay classes. You must make your lady desire you and feeling sopping wet before penetrating her. To be honest, the perfect time to penetrate into a woman is when she is willing to beg for it.

Put that tongue and fingers to work.

Use your tongue to explore all her body like your life depends on it, biting and licking all her sensitive areas like the breast, neck, and nipples while you lick your way to her navel. Spend some time there so as to build her anticipation. You are doing this to hold her at the edge of unattained gratification, but not to make her cum. Play with her labia and clitoris by blowing air on it prior to licking them with your mouth. You can use a pussy pump to do this. You can check here to order a pussy pump.

Do not just head for her clitoris; first lick all her down part. This time is the right time to use your fingers. Knowing you do not want her to cum yet, you can use just one or two fingers.

Take time to observe how she is reacting from time to time. You can know if she having fun by monitoring her expressions, her face and how she is clutching tightly on the pillow or bed sheet. Immediately she starts pushing your head towards her pussy, take a stop and whisper to her asking if she wants more.

Before you finish the third round of the action, she will be begging for you to pump her with your hard cock. Now is the right time to fuck her hard, but hey wait! Try to control your urge.

Only let go when you are sure you are feeling her muscles clamping your penis; some women if not all at this point will involuntarily shut their eyes. Even a silent lover will certainly moan.

These actions should tell you it is time to fill her up. If you find it difficult to hold your ejaculation then I think you should try out Kegel exercises.

I am sure you are wondering if it also works for men. Yes it does!

Tied Down By Nature Part I

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No Sex, Only Submission Series

Okay, tell me if this is weird. It was the weekend, my day off, and I was watching basic cable (that’s not the weird part). When I say I was watching “basic cable”, just means it was one of the major networks, nothing fancy like HBO, and they were showing bull riding. As I was watching bull riding, I started remembering my first experience with BDSM. It might have been some hog tying that they were showing that made me recall the memory, but it took me back to a time when all of it was still new to me.

I grew up in the city. I have always lived in the city and I always will, BUT I’ve always felt like a country boy that grew up in the city. I’ve always liked to play outside, go for hikes, and explore the wilderness. It was actually on one of my nature walks deep into the wilderness that I heard screams. These were not your usual screams of distress, or an attempted kidnapping. These were unlike any screams I have previously heard.

My curiosity got the best of me, and I went in search of the mysterious screams. I was close to a quarter mile off of the trail before I saw something I had not seen before, much like the screaming.

There was a naked woman tied to a tree that was being whipped by another woman wearing an all-red leather catsuit. The naked woman, a brunette, was wearing a blindfold that covered her eyes to point that it looked like she was trying to sleep during the day in an extremely brightly lit room and wanted to keep the sun out. She was tied standing upright t676215o a large oak tree in a position that made it first appear she was hugging the tree with her breasts pressed firmly against the bark of the tree as if it were an intimate lover whom she was currently having relations with. Standing behind her in the all-red leather catsuit was what she was calling her “mistress” who was wearing a black leather hat that looked like she had stolen it from a member of The Village People. Her whip was long, thin, and black with what seemed to be a miniature paddle the size of a Dorito on the tip.

The woman wearing the catsuit didn’t even glance in my direction as she continued whipping the tied-up saying, “I bet you love this don’t you? You’ve been a very bad, very naughty girl, haven’t you?”

The tied-up woman replied, “I’ve been the worst person ever, I deserve this mistress. Please, please, please continue my punishment, mistress.”

“I grow tired of the whip, so how about a flogger instead?”

The apple red bottomed brunette responded, “Whatever it is that you desire mistress. Whatever will please you mistress.”

The mistress turned to a wooden bench, which in amidst all the excitement I hadn’t notice before, and looked over her collection of floggers (which I later learned the name of), whips, chains, and nearly a dozen different types of sex toys. With a half-erection brewing in my pants, I grew only more and more aroused, and after she had glanced over her tools of “punishment” she said something I couldn’t believe, “Did you wanna try one of these out on her?” I nodded in agreement.

A Bondage Fetish Valentine

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Welcome back lovelies. With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, I thought this would be the perfect time to share with you all the tale of my first V-Day in the bondage fetish world. Mmmm I remember it like it was yesterday…

As you may recall, my first exploration into this exciting world was as a mistress—the dominant one—which was tantalizing; but there was still this obedient little girl inside me who craved a heavy hand and boy did I find that heavy hand with Beau Bailey. Oh my goodness Beau! For three glorious months he took control and treated me like the naughty girl that I was—I am—and I loved every second of it. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

It all started about a year ago. I had just began exploring this new naughty side of myself that I didn’t know existed and I was still a bit shy and filled to the brim with curiosity. My friend Tiffany was living at home with her parents at the time and I often ended up staying at her place after long nights out. I will never forget the first time I laid eyes on her gorgeous, burley father—all 6 foot 5 of him.

The second Mr. Bailey and I shook hands I could tell there was an incredible energy surging between us. When our eyes met we both knew there was something there that needed to be explored. The whole first night was filled with lingering gazes, “accidental” touches and a palpable sexual energy hanging in the air between us. Tiff and I had dinner with her parents that night before going out and when we returned from a night of dancing and tequila shots Mr. Bailey was still awake, sitting on the couch reading.

Tiffany passed out within moments of our return and I slipped into the kitchen for a glass of water. When I closed the refrigerator door I was suddenly face to face with Mr. Bailey; he had snuck in so silently that I gasped with surprise when I saw him standing there.

“Hi there,” he said in that sexy, bassy voice that I would later come to crave. I wanted him so badly that my pussy became instantly wet. I could barely look at him, let alone speak. My only response was a coy smile and a faint wave.

“Did you girls have fun tonight?” He asked.

“Sure,” I replied, just barely finding my voice.

I felt like he could see right through me. It was like he could see that I was shy on the surface but he knew there was this very naughty girl brewing inside me ready to explode. He was a college professor by trade and I could tell he was dying to be my BDSM teacher, and I was definitely dying to be his student. That first night was all about feeling each other out, trying to get a read on one another to make sure we were on the same page. We talked—and flirted and made subtle implications—until 5AM that night. By the time we parted ways for bed we both knew what the future held for us.

The next time I went over to the Bailey home I convinced Tiffany that it would be fun to stay in and hangout with her parents. I can’t even explain the tantalizing excitement that surges through your body when you are sitting across from the wife of a man you plan on fucking later and sharing a bottle of wine with her. Beau and I made sure to get Tiffany and Mrs. Bailey nice and liquored up and when they went off to bed our time to play had finally arrived.

“You’re a sweet little thing with a naughty, naughty side aren’t you?” Mr. Bailey asked as he caressed my cheek and I nodded in agreement. “You need a real man to teach you how to behave, don’t you?”

This time I had a response, “yes sir, I do.” As the words escaped my lips the fire in his bright green eyes ignited. I could see the bulge in his pants growing already and I was quivering with anticipation wondering what he might do to me.

He took my hand and led me to the den, sliding the pocket door shut behind us. Even the sound of the wooden door sliding against the track was arousing. I was yearning for him to treat me like the naughty little slut that I am. Oh my goodness that first night was filled with thrilling spankings, punishments and pleasure like I had never before even imagined…but I set out to tell you about my first Valentine’s Day in this world so I’ll save this full story for another time.

Valentine’s Day came a little less than a month after Mr. Bailey and I began our wicked affair. He had to spend the night with Mrs. Bailey of course, but he told me he had a special afternoon in mind for us. He instructed me to put on my tiniest schoolgirl uniform with a trench coat over it and meet him in his classroom at exactly 12:15PM; and like a good girl, I obeyed.sexy-school-girl-with-apple-bending-over-deskbw

When I arrived, I was surprised to find the classroom filled with studious college students so I took an open seat in the back. Five minutes later Professor Bailey dismissed the class and said, “Miss J could you please come see me before you leave.” I waited for everyone to file out and then I made my way to the front of the room.

“Miss J, I’ve noticed the quality of your work has been slipping lately and that is simply unacceptable. What do you have to say for yourself?” He asked in a stern voice.

“I’m so sorry Professor Bailey, it’s just that—“

“I don’t want to hear excuses Miss J.” He snapped before I could finish. “I just want to know how you’re going to make up for it.”

“I’m willing to do anything, sir.” I replied, looking up at him through batting eyelashes.

“Good.” He said with the sexiest crooked smirk across his face. Then he backed up silently and took a seat in the chair behind his desk. “Now come stand in of me and take that coat off.”

I did as I was told.

After staring at me in silence for what felt like hours of agonizing suspense he slowly stood up and approached me. He ran his fingers down my cheeks, then over my perky breasts, down my quivering stomach to my thighs, and then he slowly reached up my skirt to gently pull down my now wet panties. With each touch I was already moaning with ecstasy.

Suddenly his whole demeanor changed as he roughly grabbed my thighs, lifted me up and slammed me down on his desk. “You’ve been a bad girl and I need to punish you with my rock hard cock. But you are not allowed to come until I have given you permission. Understood?” Lips parted and breasts heaving up and down with each heavy breath, I nodded in agreement. “I need a verbal confirmation, Miss J.”

“Yes, sir. I understand, Sir.” I responded in a whispery gasp.

Then without another word his thick rod was thrust inside me. I couldn’t help but let out a loud, “Oh God!”

“Mmm. You’re so wet, Miss J. You are a naughty little slut aren’t you?”

“Oh…My… Yes. I am.”

“You needed to be punished, didn’t you?”

“Uh…yes…yes, sir.”

I was on the edge of euphoria, not sure how I was going to stop myself from exploding with ecstasy when he said, “Not yet Miss J, or I will have to punish you all over again for being disobedient.” And I wasn’t really sure if that would be such a bad thing, but I obeyed anyway.

Every thrust was pushing me closer and closer to the edge when finally he called out, “Come with me baby!” And I did. We did. And it was magically euphoric.

Once our breathing had calmed, we put ourselves back together and got ready to leave.

“Thank you for your time, Miss J. And don’t let me catch you slipping again.” He called after me as I walked out of the classroom.

That was the first of many encounters that Beau and I had in his classroom—oh, and I was reprimanded during his office hours a few times as well—and if you’re lucky, I’ll share more stories from our three month affair with you down the line.

Now that I am all wound up from remembering these scandalous details I have to go unleash my pent-up frustrations on someone else. So until next time…

XoXo,

Molly

 

Show Me Yours and I Will…

Hello lovelies! I’m sorry I’ve been away for a way for a bit. I had quite the busy holiday season acting ouagwdm-black-rope-from-behindt some tantalizing fetish fantasies… I’ve been a bit tied up, if you will. But don’t worry, I’ll be back shortly with more tales from my thrilling, leather-clad, bound and gagged life. In the meantime, I invite you all to share some of your bondage fetish fantasies in the comments section. I can’t wait to hear all of your sexy stories. Talk soon lovelies…

XoXo,

Molly

Dipping My Toes in the BDSM Pool

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Welcome back guys. I know I left you all with a bit of a cliff hanger last time, but you’re going to have to wait a little while longer to find out what happened with James in that hotel room. First, I’m going to give you a few more details about the journey that led me here today. Let’s start with the first time I dipped my toe in the bondage fetish pool…

As I told you in the last story, it didn’t take long for me to realize I had a very kinky itch that was pleading desperately to be scratched. I started doing a little online research, and before long I came upon the most glorious chat rooms I had ever imagined. Touching myself behind a computer screen seemed like the obvious first step. It was in those beautiful chat rooms where I met Sven.

OOF, Sven! He was the sexiest Russian God I had ever laid my eyes on with his perfectly chiseled jaw line, his big broad shoulders, and his thick, shoulder-length, chestnut brown hair. I thought for sure it had to be a catfish situation. We only exchanged a few brief pleasantries before he suggested a naughty video chat. And let me tell you, there was no catfishing going on there. He was every bit as sexy as his pictures had promised.

I was so nervous, but rather than trying to pretend I wasn’t, I decided to be upfront with him. He seemed to get off on the fact that I was a newbie who he had to show the ropes. I really thought my first experiences should have involved me being dominated; and based on Sven’s huge, manly, intense presence, I figured that would be the case. But to my surprise, he was interested in being the submissive one.

As much as it pained my throbbing, pleading pussy to do so, I told him I probably wasn’t the right girl for the job as this was all new to me. But that turned him on even more. He said we should have a video chat test run and he would walk me through it; reluctantly, I agreed. What happened next unleashed perverse desires and passionate yearnings that I had only imagined were living inside me.

Sven told me to stand up and prop my laptop up in a way where he could see my whole body. He told me to refer to him as my slave and he would call me his goddess. He instructed me to be harsh with him, dirty, mean even. He was garbage and he was lucky I even took the time to look down on him. He also told me boot worship was his kink; had he not explained it to me I would have had to do a quick, discreet little Google search.

As I got more comfortable saying things like, “if I was there you’d be licking the bottom of my shoes slave, and you would be lucky for it,” he began breathing heavy and his hands made their way down south.

“Look me in the eye again and punishment won’t even begin to cover what I will do to you, slave!” As those words escaped my lips, Sven released his rock-hard cock from its denim prison. Suddenly all my nerves had gone right out the window and filthy, vulgar line after filthy, vulgar line was flowing freely from my mouth. The more abusive my words the, the harder his breath. This sinful behavior was turning me on in ways I never even knew possible. I finally sent him over the edge, liquid pearls soaring out of his manhood, with this line: “You have been a naughty, naughty little slave and the next time I see you these filthy boots are going to stomp on your face so hard you won’t be able to see straight for days.”

Watching his face as he unloaded all over himself sent me into a euphoric state that I could barely understand. Who knew humiliating another human being could be such a turn on?! I yearned to touch myself, but I contained that desire until we wrapped up the video chat. We agreed to meet in person the next day and then said goodbye.

The second I closed my laptop, my hand was in my pants faster than I realized what I was doing. I vigorously rubbed my clit and came within a matter of seconds. I was so aroused. I couldn’t wait to see him the next day and do it all in person. My night alternated between wet dreams and touching myself so furiously I thought I might break.

By the time I met up with Sven the next day, brand new BDSM shoes strapped on my feet, I was so ready to go a herd of wild horses couldn’t keep me away. But that’s a story for a later date.

Until next time…

XoXo,

Molly

 

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