I don't negotiate at all. I often go into an experience having no idea what they are into. This is just the way I do it -- I would rather find out, as I go, based on his reactions, where the limits are.
The beauty in it for me is that I can bring him to this level of sacrifice, and I can push him to places that terrify and arouse him at the same time. I can be supportive, I can be seductive, I can be teasing, I can be sadistic. They are all different shades of the game, and I love playing them all, just as long as the goal is met: to take the gift from him, the gift he gives for me, not for him.
I wanted it. I wanted so bad to have a man totally helpless at my feet, to see begging eyes and wrists struggling in bonds. I wanted to hear his shaking breath in my ear, to hear the simple word, "Please--", whispered over and over and over again.
I get a totally different rush from casual play than I do from intimate, sexual play with a partner I am seriously involved with. As I get older, I don't think I can just eliminate the desire to play casual bdsm games with others. It's just the way I am wired, I love the thrill of the chase, the seduction, flirtation.
I long for the timid, shy novice submissive who has fantasized so often about letting himself be dominated by me. Trusting me. Wanting so bad to please me, to make me wet, to make me laugh, and to free me from this distracting hunger.
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There’s a special intensity about hearing you beg for the things you find so nasty yet need on some primal level. Making you beg to guzzle your own cum, make you beg me to piss on your face or suck a real dick. I might make you beg me today to lick the cum off my boots, off my high heels.
If you fail to arrive with either of these items, you will be put in your chastity cage and locked up for the night, and I will go out to play without you. In fact, I might not even come home for the night (that is how serious I am). Or, I might bring home a new playmate and you can listen to us frolic, and listen to me finally have that orgasm I have been putting off all day long.
I’ll admit, it’s always mildly frustrating to me that I can’t enjoy my mind-blowing climax by simultaneously shooting a load of warm, pulsing cum all over your face. It would be the ultimate exclamation point on the experience.
"Get down on your knees here," I pointed to the ground. "And beg us not to make you do it."
He looked torn. What a choice. He thought, turning his head. He peered back toward the store. Blue and I looked at him. I knew it was turning her on, too. I leaned over and whispered so Andy couldn't hear, "I could use that vibrator right about now."
When we get home with my new toy, I may blindfold him and then put lipstick on you and make you suck his dick while I go make myself a drink. It will be so entertaining for me to hear him react to your expert dick sucking while I lounge and read a magazine, having you as my own personal slut fluffer.
One hand I had at the back of his head, holding his face carefully right down into a mass of his paperwork. I thought, laughingly, maybe he can do some reading while I get what I want here.
I know you’ve got plenty of experience serving me in front of one of my friends, or serving a girlfriend of mine while I give direction. You’ve even had the pleasure of having a cock both in your ass and in your mouth at the same time, but I bet that memory is almost a blur. You’ve been dual fucked, and you’ve been used by me and a friend. You’ve proven that you are capable of serving two demanding women at once – both orally and anally.