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Kitten forgot to take off her panties this morning as instructed… and so this was her punishment. Master and kitten have been experimenting with piss play, more specifically the humiliation part and wetting. kitten was made to cum for Master’s pleasure over the phone, and then she was made (despite tons and tons of pleading) to wet her panties while He was on the phone.
It took a lot, i won’t lie, it was very very hard. But i got through it, it still turned me the fuck on, and Master told me that He’s proud of me. So… win/win/win? I think so. Enjoy :)
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Master loves to humiliate me, in some of the best ways possible. He loves that some good old embarrassment leaves His property dripping wet, ready for His hard cock to plunge in deep. Last week, I was incredibly horny. My libido was through the roof, and I was having a really hard time handling it. Of course, the way Master handles it is through testing His slut.
At first, I was begging Him to allow me to play. I said one of the most dangerous things I ever could: that I would do anything for a chance to cum. I couldn’t see Him, but I know he smirked devilishly, as He first asked me some of my crushes in a certain fandom we like, since I had previously refuse to disclose them to Him. My cheeks flushed scarlet, but I told Him what He wanted to know, hoping it would turn Him merciful.
After a few more minutes of begging and pleading, He finally told me I was allowed to edge myself until He deemed me ready to cum. I gladly shoved my hand down my panties and rubbed His property, gently stroking my clit, enjoying my wetness. I brought a finger to my lips and tasted my sweet juices, moaning as I trailed my hand back down my body to my aching pussy, pretending He was the one caressing me. Then He told me we were going to play a game, one of His favorite games. Dread rolled through, though anticipation just made my clit throb harder.
The game was to, once again, have a normal conversation with Him while trying to edge myself. We did this one the computer at first, but He decided that wasn’t much fun. He surprised me by calling me. I answered the phone, breathing heavy and moaning softly. He chuckled, and began asking me questions about a tv show we’d watched together a few hours beforehand. I tried my very best to keep from moaning and to keep answering His questions, but it became increasingly difficult. Eventually I gave up talking altogether, and simply begged Him for my release.
He wasn’t having it, and He declined my requests, soon putting the phone down to talk to His boss. I had chills, I was sweating, and I was legitimately begging to cum, though I knew He wasn’t even on the phone at the moment. After His boss left, He came back to tell me to cum hard for Him. And cum hard I did. I screamed and moaned and writhed for Him, thanking Him for allowing me to cum like a good little slut.
Over the next hour, I played for Him over the phone while He worked. Countless phone calls and customers kept dragging His attention away while I fucked my slutty little pussy for all its worth. I only came harder, knowing that He was at work, knowing that there was a chance of being caught, and knowing that it was absolutely turning Him on.
Thankfully, he eventually let me stop, with an almost-numb clit and a swollen, sore pussy. That’s when He dropped the real bomb - His boss had been ten feet or less away through our entire “conversation”. I was humiliated and embarrassed by this, yet also aroused. I’m a little exhibitionist slut, I love the idea of being caught, it turns me on so fucking much.
I’m so glad to be His little kitten, though He always manages to make me blush. :)
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(I found this note while I was cleaning for moving, and He doesn’t seem to remember it, so I’m typing it out again for Him and everyone to read and enjoy.)
"If I could write you a letter, I don’t know what I’d say. First, probably some form of ‘hey baby’. I’d tell you how thankful I am to have you as a friend, because you’re an awesome one. Through all the snark and your frustrating "mystery", you’re one of the best, most caring friends i’ve ever had. i know when I have an issue, I can just come to yuo, and even if you don’t have any advice to offer, you listen. And a lot of times… that’s all I need. But at the same time, you’re also quick to offer a reality check when my idealist nature gets too out of hand. We argue and we have very different opinions but we’re still the best of friends.
As a lover, you are patient and understanding. I know that sounds super cliche, but it’s true. Obviously we haven’t done any of these things, but how you talk about kissing my forehead, pulling me close, and kissing me deeply? I get weak in the knees and I get butterflies and this stupid grin and just… this feeling. I can’t describe it. I guess ‘feeling loved’ is the easiest way to describe it. I love it when you’re mushy. It makes me smile and think and honestly it makes me yearn for you more. I think about how I wish I could just drive to Narnia, if only to meet you. To see if we are as compatible as I think. To think of our connection… it’s insane. i’ve never heard of anyone having this kind of connection (over three years even!) without ever having to meet in person, and honestly that emotion probably influences my feelings for you. I’m off-topic, but as a lover, you’re damn near perfect for me.
And finally, as my Master, you’re superb. I’ve never called anyone else ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’ before, and I know if we were to part ways, I’d never give that title to anyone else. You understand me… my wants, needs, fantasies, habits.. all of it, and you help me blossom with it. You’re a fantastic, very natural Dom. It shows, even in your punishments (and through my sassiness) which I relish, and I find that, even without your skilled touch, I’m satisfied. I love it when you call me a good girl, but more importantly, I love it when you call me yours.
All that said, happy Valentine’s day Master. I love you bunches.”
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Day 6: Describe your weirdest/most interesting sexual fantasy.
Hmmm, I have quite a lot of different fantasies for sure. I think the two that Master and I touch on the most are the idea of Him “whoring me out” to His friends, and the idea of Him fucking me in front of my roommate/while my roommate can hear us. The first one intrigues me the most. I’m somewhat of an exhibitionist, so I really like the idea of being fucked in public places, or even just being humiliated and teased in public. I would love to be paraded around with my leash as a show for His friends, letting them see what a dirty little whore i am for Him, and potentially letting them take turns fucking me while He stands watch or while He joins in and plays. The roommate thing stems from His desire to be the “bull” in a cuckold situation. I don’t really know why this turns me on so much, but it definitely does, but that could also stem from my desire to be fucked in front of other people. Oftentimes when we’re playing late at night and I get a little loud and muffle myself, He will say things like “oh, trying to keep quiet? don’t want your roomie to hear you being a little slut?” and just dfogindiofgndg it turns me the fuck on.
Have i mentioned i like to be patronized, degraded, and objectified? I think you guys get that by now :)
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Day 5: What was your first kinky sexual experience? If you haven’t had one yet, talk about what you hope to have happen.
Hmmm, probably the one and only time I was ever tied up. I was dealing with a rather dominant man at the time, one who introduced me to more erogenous zones than I knew existed (like having my wrists bitten.. literally sent shivers up my spine) and also confirmed my love for some kinks, like having my nipples bitten or being scratched. One time, I ended up over at his house, and things got a little hot. I confessed that I had never been tied up before, to which he grinned and walked away silently. I propped myself up in his bed and waited patiently until he returned with a belt. He immediately took my wrists and bound them together, and then lifted them over my head and bound them to this loft-style thing above his bed. He then spent some time biting at my nipples and making me squeal before heading down to eat me out (and let me tell you, he was pretty boss at eating pussy, probably the only reason I dealt with him as long as I did). Being tied up and unable to move away was extremely sexy. I struggled a little bit, and when I tensed up I could feel the belt biting into my wrists, but it was enjoyable overall. Definitely something I’ve been wanting to happen again.
Since that’s the kinkiest thing I’ve ever really done, I’d have to say I can’t wait to meet my Master and experience a full-on kink session with Him. I’m anticipating a very good spanking, on top of being tied up, flogged, caned, cropped, whipped, smacked, scratched, bitten, and fucked roughly in every orifice. And if I’m a good little kitten, He may just cum deep in my pussy or, better yet, down my throat.
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Day 4: Any early experiences that, in retrospect, hint at your kinks?
None that I can particularly remember. In fact, I was almost the opposite of myself. I hated being yelled at, I hated being objectified or degraded or patronized, I hated any kind of pain haha. Oh the wonders that going through puberty can do!
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Journal Eight: Edging
Edging is one of the most amazing things Master instructs me to do - to rub my aching clit or fuck my tight little pussy, and stop just on the brink of orgasm, ride it out, and keep playing. If I even think about cumming before He permits it, typically I wind up with “no orgasms for 4 days” or so.
But if I thought that was hard, I had no idea what was coming for me tonight. Tonight, Master was feeling particularly sadistic and merciless, so He decided to test me. He decided that I was to edge myself, but instead of begging to cum or asking Him what He would do to me if i were there, I was to hold a normal, everyday conversation with Him.
He had me edge myself for a few minutes before calling me and asking about my day, how work went, and what I had planned for the night. It took literally no time into the conversation for me to start moaning, and He chuckled and laughed His way through our convo. I was shaking, writhing, screaming, squealing, and everything in between, whimpering as hard as I could to keep from begging to cum.
When he gave in… holy shit. I came so hard, I had a multiple orgasm. It was beauty and bliss and absolutely everything I needed. We continued with our little phone sex convo over the next forty minutes, and it was… wow. I can’t even come up with an accurate description.
My only complaint? I hope I don’t ever have to do that again.
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Day 3: How did you discover you were kinky?
Hm. That’s a really good question actually. I don’t think there was ever an epiphany, a moment where I realized “hey i like kinky sex and bdsm!’. I do know that I started out looking at Whipped Ass at an age that I’m uncomfortable listing here. Needless to say, I was much too young to be looking at what I was. However, the images and videos intrigued me, and from that point on, I really started to come to terms with the kind of sex that I liked. I’ve always been somewhat of a feminist, but the idea of being humiliated and objectified has always been a turn-on in the back of my head. When I started having sex a few years later, I was always on the search for rough sex, and for more and more dominant men to have sex with. I wanted someone to put me in my place and to treat me the way I needed to be treated in and out of the bedroom. As of now, I’m pretty sure I’ve found that.
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Day 2: List your kinks.
Oops. I did that on day one. Damn my clarifying. I’ll repost them!
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