I will admit, this was a stated goal of mine. I’ve heard it and seen it from many since and i wish i could fast forward the clock for them and show them where this goal ends. There’s nothing to prevent someone for just going and being a slut, there’s ethical sluts, there’s abusive sluts, […]
Pouting, sulking, whining, and complaining, when things aren’t going well we all do it. Some in very vocal ways, others quietly and introspectively. Throwing a tantrum can be very satisfying, it can help relieve stress and it can also let others know perhaps this is not a good time. However, in a public display of […]
I feel naked when i am dressed, and i feel awkward being naked. I’m not good at hugging, yet i long to be touched. Where it stems from is a desire to be humble, and live modestly, not seeking to fulfill my own needs, but understanding how i can make an impact, leave a footprint, […]
As much as i love glitter, i am not a member of the gliterroti, and i do not have an affinity for glitophilia. When i sparkle, i sparkle for Mistress. It’s not a single act of service or a solitary purposeful slutformation, it’s carefully applying the right lipstick to my cock head, dipping my penis […]
“Lick” said Mistress, as i slid my tongue longingly across the base of Her shoe. The cold smooth base, warmed against my tongue as i grew hungrier, licking voraciously as my cock filled with the excitement of Her touch. “Good boy” She said, and turned in Her chair so She was now facing opposite me. […]
With his eyes blindfolded and the room so silent every noise echoed and popped in his ears. The crackle of wick from the flames, the scent of the candles, the scent of Her, the sound of the paddle and the sting that reverberated up and down his legs, his balls and his spine filled him […]
For weeks he had begged Mistress for a kiss. “Such a sweet boy” She said each time and nothing more. Doting over Her he had become wrought with an obsessive desire to be kissed, and Her comment brought from him sweet gestures, one after another, a flower, a song, a picture, a poem, countless serene […]
The instructions were simple. Do not move. His visit to his Dommes house was like any other. Upon arriving he knocked on the center of the front door. Three knocks, each one second apart and not too hard. As he waited patiently to be granted permission to enter the house, he took a moment to […]
The Fuckening Part III “Feel me filling you” She said thrusting faster and faster, “feel me” She murmured into his moans, that grew louder. The stinging clap of Her hips meeting his bulbous flesh, faster and faster. He could feel the intensity in himself building to a feverish pitch, unable to contain his moans, unable […]
The Fuckening Part II They paused for a moment at the door, She surveyed Her boy with pride and opened it without Her eyes leaving his. “Kneel” She sang sweetly with honey in Her voice. He knelt there in the hallway eyes inspecting Her lovely feet. “Cupcake” She said in a forced whisper, his eyes […]