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I might love this character a bit too much 😅
Damnit Mel! What have you done to me!? 😤
im planning a small piece for the bunny suit thing going around the cotl fandom but have a Bell, my narilamb shitten, doodle with it in the mean time. she's more embarrassed that its a submissive outfit and she goes for more of a dom(minatrix?) vibe to keep the cult and enemies in line
Can confirm 💯 @queanv 😘😘
me when i don’t get any attention
I have the most amazing Goddess🥵🥵
Yes please 😍
Playing with my tittys and whimpering
I will 😍
Follow meeeeee ;)
😍🥰😛
Sexy thickness!
While I am a writer "Erotica" was not a subject that I figured I would ever write, however after looking at @queanv's feed I figured that Erotica may be one of my writings that she would actually read. 😈 I figured this would be a short story but it ended up quite a bit longer and is almost done.
I opened the door quietly as I always do when I get home from work, it's well past BabyGirls bedtime and she is usually fast asleep. As my hand reaches for the light switch my feral senses are already triggered because something in the dark room doesn't "feel" right. My intuition is confirmed when the light switch flips and instead of the normal artificial daylight I am accustomed to, the room is filled with a dull red glow.
The minimalist living room that normally has ample space for couples yoga, or the occasional threesome is not so empty tonight. Instead the dining room table had been moved into the center of the room. Amish craftsmanship is great but it has never really been my "style", one of the few concessions I have happily made in my amazing relationship with the woman who I can now see is meticulously strapped to the table.
This is quite a pleasant, unexpected surprise and my birthday is still a week away! The red backlighting washed over her soft white curves, making her skin seem to glow like some angel succubus hybrid. Fortunately my usually ever-present "Dad Brain" was locked up by his hedonist flat mate so I could continue taking in the amazing scene in front of me without enduring any full moon jokes.
As my eyes fully adjusted to the light, (My brain was slower to catch up, more on that later.) I saw her delicate ankles were bound with a spreader bar between them. This had been in the shopping cart for a while but I had not ordered it... another nice surprise. Her thick calves were slightly flexed, anticipation keeping the powerful muscles taught but not tight; she is definitely relaxed. The black ropes holding her knees together with a small cushion between them probably contributed to the tension in her muscles as well. There were matching black cushions under her knees and elbows, I wondered how long she had been trussed up like this. She appeared to have been prepared for a long night, with a few comforts...
I slowly moved to my right, enthralled with the scene in front of me; I still had my backpack on, a book in one hand and my keys dangling from a carabiner around my thumb. The lighting made the gem nestled above her already dripping pussy appear black, I knew it was green; she had sent me a pic a few hours before the text from the caption read like subtitles across her ass "It's been in for 3 hours Daddy!" Somehow my two word response of "Good Girl 👄👄" seemed woefully inadequate.
As I continued my leisurely stroll around the table taking in every inch of the curves I thought I knew by heart now in a very different position, I did take a moment to appreciate that while the Amish may be prudish they do build sturdy furniture. Yet another reminder that there is usually a very good reason behind my Thicc Girls choices. The two solid oak legs provided not only a sturdy platform, but convenient tie off points for the Shibari artist responsible for this.
Remember I said my brain was slower to catch up, blinded by my favorite distraction. The realization that she couldn't have tied herself up this ornately, and that she didn't know when I was getting home, plus she had responded to texts recently enough that she would have been tied up all came crashing into my mind at once. The default worry and fear quickly subsided as the puzzle pieces started falling together, I heard an unfamiliar voice coming from our bedroom.
"Welcome home sir." -- This feminine tone had both a harsh yet smooth sound to it, like velour; rub it one way and it's like a cloud, the other way a million tiny bristles enough to almost make you pull away before deciding you're just stroking in the wrong direction. (Feel free to insert your own "Dad Joke" here should you be so inclined.) I don't recall how I reacted honestly; the shock of having a "stranger" in our house, yet obviously seeing a "scene" set out in front of me for my pleasure had my brain doing backflips.
"You look a little...uncomfortable" -- That confusing tone again, I still hadn't been able to peel my eyes away from my prey tied up like a present on the table to see who was addressing me. As "Sir" even, and I hadn't even met her or even looked in her direction at this point. The ball gag in BabyGirls mouth confirmed that I was not being introduced to a new personality.
I tore my gaze away from the table and directed it toward the unfamiliar sultry voice. There she was standing in the doorway to our bedroom, wearing a tight black lace corset that was struggling to keep her breasts under control. A leather flog hung from a strap on her right wrist and she appeared to be the most comfortable person in the room at the moment. She casually looked me up and down, noting and obviously enjoying my state of surprise and slight shock. I glanced back over at BabyGirls ass and realized the red light wasn't all that was making it glow, the pink marks across her buttocks matched this Vixens flog perfectly. I could feel my cock pushing up against the zipper of my SilverTabs as these realizations all took hold.
"We have been waiting for you."
"Why don't you set your things down and relax so we can proceed?"
The tone of her voice was authoritative, but not loud; the undertones screamed switch. The question she posed had a slight commanding tone to it. Her slight nervousness showing a bit, as she addressed a primal alpha in his own lair; yet somehow still confident that I would comply...at least for now.
My brain caught up to the point to notice I had dropped my keys, but I was still standing there looking back and forth at the Goddesses before me. I quickly set my bag down and placed my book on top of it, taking advantage of a moment of clarity to grab the keys off the floor and put them atop the book. My mind quickly went back to this mysterious woman ordering me around, I took my jacket off while I stared at her looking her up and down. I am sure I had a derpy school boy grin on my face that was probably not doing me any favors, however bad it was in my mind didn't seem to affect her at all.
"Why don't you have a seat?" -- Another command as a question.
My big leather recliner had been moved just into BabyGirls line of sight. There was already a glass of Bourbon sitting on the cabinet next to it with a joint resting in my ashtray. These ladies were prepared! I can take a hint so I sat down in the recliner and took a long slow drink of the pleasantly diluted liquor. As I savored the heat filling my chest I saw my wife's beautiful eyes filled with anticipation. I was still lost in them when I noticed the mysterious Vixen had started unbuckling my belt, I lifted my hips slightly as she quickly undid the button and pulled the denim down below my knees. She started rubbing my fully erect cock through my underwear as she knelt down in front of me. "mmmmmm girthy." she softly moaned.
"Are you gonna light that, or just look at me all night?"
I obediently picked up the joint and lit it with the clipper that was conveniently placed by my whiskey glass. I closed my eyes and took a long drag, I felt the Vixen's hand slide up my chest and then take the joint out of my lips. I held the sticky smoke in for a few seconds and then exhaled up at the ceiling. She looked up at me smiling around the joint in her black painted lips, she took a few more hits and passed the joint back to me. I lifted it to my lips as she grabbed the top of my underwear and pulled them down under my balls. Causing my dick to stand straight up in front of her face. I took another long drag while I assumed she was admiring me, perhaps she was; however she was definitely waiting for me to take a hit before she slid her lips down my shaft.
The excitement of not just someone new, but the whole scenario playing out in front of me sent every milliliter of blood my body could spare rushing to my groin. I could feel the "girth" she mentioned earlier expanding in her throat as the tip of her tongue caressed my balls. By the time she came up for a breath the joint was almost half gone. She furiously stroked my cock while sucking the tip of it, ensuring BabyGirl had a good view from her restraints. She continued pleasuring me and putting on a show for my favorite submissive while I enjoyed my drink and puffed on the devils lettuce a bit longer.
All the excitement and the amazing blowjob had me ready to pop! Just as I was thinking that we hadn't even discussed if I was allowed to cum in her throat she buried my cock in her throat again! This time she grabbed my free hand and put it on the back of her head, pushing on my hand to make my cock go deeper into her throat. The precum and the pulsing in my cock must have warned her, I felt her nails dig into my balls as she slid her throat off my shaft before I could fill it up.
"Now Sir! Do not be ruining your birthday present. You can cum in my throat during your prostate massage, but you will have to wait a few days."
Patience is not one of my strong points, especially when it comes to sex. Getting told to wait while this vixen has my balls in her talons had me infuriated for a few seconds, the red in my vision slowly faded as she released some pressure on my balls before caressing them. She turned around without another word and bent over in front of me kissing BabyGirls forehead a few times while she removed the ball gag from her mouth. She started passionately kissing her and bent over in front of me. Her pussy was completely bare, and she had a plug in her ass that read "NO ENTRY" in a cartoonish font. I do love irony but I didn't let that distract me for long. I finished the joint while enjoying the show, two beautiful women kissing in front of me. I didn't dare touch my cock and I was glad for the distraction I didn't want to cum yet... I still felt I deserved revenge on this woman for stopping me earlier!
As the last bit of whiskey crossed my lips I heard the still mysterious voice attached to that beautiful ass in front of me again.
"Such a good girl, now keep being a good girl and eat my pussy. You know the deal, you don't cum before I do."
I decided I should refill my glass, this show was too good to interrupt; plus more alcohol will thin out my blood and increase the volume right...plus a slight case of "Whiskey Dick" would actually be a blessing at the moment. My home bar was just across the room, I took my time choosing what to enjoy next once I realized there was quite a show going on in the vintage Jameson mirror above it...
Beautiful work
Inked all over
Those had better be some strong chains...
POV: you're chained up, able to look but not touch
at the risk of losing followers, i just wanted to say that it's a very sad day for me.
my following is 90% middle aged white men, and i hope you all hear me out: i like to fantasize about becoming a sex object, but i'm scared that some of you take it too seriously.
i am first and foremost a young woman. i believe that in addition to being somewhat attractive, i am smart, powerful, and on the same level as my male counterparts. for those of you who actually engage in a misogynistic lifestyle outside of kink, please do not interact with me. that disgusts me.
thank you. 💙
Gentlemen's Law: Do not attempt to domestic a feral flower girl, nurture her and you will be rewarded.
Daddy got himself a Tumblr so he could see all the dirty things I edge to when he is at work at night. Being honest, I was kind of nervous to let him in and share all these parts of me for fear of judgement…which is really a silly thing to think about him judging me.
It has actually led into some really good conversations about where I have been emotionally with stepping further into my cuckquean role. I had struggled with my mental health at the beginning of our relationship and add on this is my first non-monogamous relationship, I had some struggles at the beginning with jealousy and nervousness. But as we have grown together and I have done some of my own healing and personal work, we get to explore more into integrating these roles into our daily lives.
Don’t get me wrong, Tumblr is where I share my dirty thoughts and edge to things I like and things that used to be hard limits and explore my feelings on them further (there’s another story to share later), but it is my porn and that doesn’t mean everything I like or post is something I actually want to do. And in our day to day it really doesn’t feel as kinky as it might be portrayed online. But it is nice to be able to share this side of me with my partner and have deep discussions to explore our kinks further together.
i want to be someones bitch
please take all of my money and ruin my life
im looking for a Goddess who can ruin my whole life
Ode to a Goddess
I know I am not worthy of being in Your presence yet, or even near the ground You have walked on.
Please persevere with me Goddess, I want to be useful to You, I give myself to You.
Dismantle me down into tiny pieces, discard the unnecessary.
Anything that doesn't please You or benefit my servitude to You - please crush it without remorse, grind it to dust, dissolve it in my tears.
Press this worthlessness from my body and soul like You are the master wine maker and I am the grapes.
Let the wine of my worthlessness flow over the shell of my being, let it become a raging torrent of my former existence, cascading toward the earth below.
Let it collect in the chilled vat of Your steely resolve, aged and refined in the purifying fire coursing through Your veins.
Serve it back to me my perfect Goddess, my Everything.
I will toast to Your glory - bowed in reverence , I consume this drink.
Strange feelings, losing reference, my body convulses, the wine passes through me, eroding my core, washing away my fleeing ego, leaving only function and purpose in its wake.
The wine metabolises to everything I was before servitude, and leaves my body. Once more it cascades toward the earth below - it's final destination. Seeping ever lower, gravity it's only master now, the earth's core approaches, dissociation begins, particle by particle; molecule by molecule; atom by atom; finally elemental purity is reached once again - Equilibrium.
On the earth's surface, head bowed, kneeling, a masterpiece remains. The Goddess looks down to assess Her work - At Her feet, a monument to Her perfection, an object of function and purpose, rendered from a redundant organism - The reward for Her tireless, merciless, sculpting.
This object is an empty vessel, yet it lives and breathes.
Fully aware of its purpose, its reason for existence.
Fully aware of its Creator, its Owner, its Goddess.
it breathes only to declare its Goddess.
its blood pumps only to serve its Goddess.
its eyes serve only to look up at its Goddess in awe.
The deletion of its sexual organ, made perfect in the refinement of its tongue - A thing of exquisite wonder and fascination - Ecstasy - its mastery of her perfect pleasure.
its mouth the inlet to an insatiable fixation - A primary driver - A catchment area for this empty vessel, wherein its life is sustained only through the metabolism of the most precious substances - Those created by its Goddess's own body.
Substances far to precious and life giving for Her to waste on anything other than Her perfect slave.
Written for @mistresslanapayne by @slavetothepayne
November 2018 - 3 months before it was officially branded
Ooh.. This is so humiliating!! I love it!!
Friendzoned is the way betas love to be, especially if she exactly knows what she's doing and even more if she's also talking about it! Hot stuff.
She knows you so well.
