The irony in this is that I don't want a man to beg me for this. The more he wants it, the more he lays out to me what his needs and desires are, the more he has pigeonholed his little fantasy -- the less I desire doing it.
It feels wonderful to be miserable. It feels very alive. To feel desire -- relentless desire -- for something I cannot even predict. I just know I want a man. A new man. I want a new taste. I want to identify, pursue, seduce, and conquer someone who walks this planet at this very moment without the faintest idea how his life will change.
I start craving a certain type of domination, or I crave someone specific - a partner of mine I had once before, or maybe someone brand new. Maybe it's a long distance slave from several months back. Maybe it's my sweet standby who is always there for me. Maybe it's the new boy I have been flirting with. Maybe it's someone from the net I have not even met yet. My goals set on a victim, and then I start plotting the kill.
"I'm going to hurt you." I say things like that. I say them with intent, and without hesitation. Stroking his lips with my fingertip to see if he will try to squirm away. Maybe prying his mouth open and forcing him to let me kiss him - my way - while he just squirms against my body.
This is where the lines get blurred. Because domination, in this case alone, is not absolute. I didn't turn immediately cold, removed, and make him endure it and other tortures; however, I could have, if I were in that mood. This time, it took a sexual, sensual turn. I kept him tied up, no doubt. I actually straddled his lap, and I slapped him once, then twice, to get rid of his snobbish demeanor.
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It feels wonderful to be miserable. It feels very alive. To feel desire -- relentless desire -- for something I cannot even predict. I just know I want a man. A new man. I want a new taste. I want to identify, pursue, seduce, and conquer someone who walks this planet at this very moment without the faintest idea how his life will change.
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I pulled him by the hips to back him up, made him bend over, but ordered him to keep his palms flat against the glass and to keep watching, to never close his eyes, and to never look away. I wanted to humiliate him, to make him watch me fuck his ass and treat him like a whore.
Having a man – no matter how charming – so far up your ass that you can’t take a shit without having him offer to wipe becomes absolutely intolerable after about ten minutes.
His abduction had been planned for a month. When I finally had him there before me, cowering, there was nothing that would stop me. I knew what I wanted, no matter how ruthless and degrading. I knew I had to do something to him to truly prove to him what he was to me. Perhaps […]
Good morning my corporate slut, A simple blindfold could lead to so, so much trouble for you. I may visit you innocently one day soon – almost too sweet, affectionate. Just a nice little afternoon lunch break maybe, stopping by your office to visit – chat with you, grab a quick bite to eat. But […]
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.