At least I don’t need to worry about you getting all worked up and skull-fucking me.
Bithday Fucking
It didn’t take us long to rip our clothes off. I was eager to get to the main event but that was nothing compared to her, I was worried I’d need to beg her to fuck first since I knew I’d end up being a puddle on the floor when she was done with me and I desperately wanted to get her off first.
We explored the room with our bodies, we took photos, and I really got down before she pushed me off of her and told me it was time for her to string me up and fuck me.
My legs were pulled apart and lifted toward the ceiling, I was still on the ground but could feel myself slipping deeper and deeper into subspace. By the time she had me off the ground with my wrists and ankles connected on either end of a spreader bar, I would have agreed to anything I was in so deep. It was emotional subspace more than physical at this point and that’s usually just as deep for me. I couldn’t think and I’m lucky to have been able to mumble “Yes Ma’am”.
After she had me up she had me swing back and forth like a pendulum. An evil smile came across her face and she took about a dozen photos before coming back to me.
In retrospect it was a good thing I was in such deep subspace, not only because it turned her on even more to see me like that but the suspension cuffs we were using were digging into my wrists pretty strongly but I didn’t want to stop. She ordered me to tell her if the pain in my wrists became too much to bear. She knew if I had my way I’d put up with it longer than I should (I had hurt myself before).
It was such a unique headspace. I was horny as fuck, almost painfully hard and aching- and yet felt so vulnerable, exposed, owned and still so deep in subspace that I could barely talk.
She toyed around with me for a little while, spanking me, using my cock as a handle to move me forward and back before checking my wrists and seeing we had limited time.
As she fucked me she rotated between grabbing my hips or thighs or using my cock for leverage before finally wrapping her hand around the back of my neck and ramming into me while ordering me to cum. I have no idea how many times she brought me to orgasm, really it felt like one never-ending O.
Eventually, satiated, she slowly lowered me to the floor, kissing me with a big satisfied smile on her face. On the subway ride home I don’t know that I said anything more than “Oh fuck…..oh fuck”.
Later she’d show some of the photos to a few friends and the feeling of being objectified would wash over me again. I still shiver and ache at the thought of it now.
We’ve looked at a few suspension rigs and agree it would be a perfect addition to our apartment but it will take some time to make that happen.
Thankfully, my birthday is just a few months away and I know exactly what I’m going to request as the only thing I want.
Found Femdom: It’s Back!
A friend sent me another heaping helpful of Found Femdom. All I could find out about the shoot is that it’s Constance Jablonski in Antidote #2.
There appears to be some switching going on as well, I’m sure some would argue that there’s a few images here where there isn’t any actual domming going on but that’s for your imagination to fill in the blanks.
Feel free to send me more if you stumble upon them.
Boy Butter: For Your Pooper, It’s the Shit
I cannot stress how great this stuff is for anal play.
We’ve tried so many kinds of lube it’s impossible for me to list them all. The best we could find was either too messy or silicone based.
Then we tried Boy Butter and we haven’t looked back since. It’s long lasting and don’t let the name fool ya, it’s good for girls too!