I'm just another 20-something, curvy, submissive, queer, feisty redhead with a porn blog. I play kitten to a wonderful Mister, and we're madly in love.
I love rope and handcuffs and leashes and shoes. I like a strong hand around my throat and a firm voice in my ear. I like being tossed around. I have a love-hate relationship with being teased. I love marks, bruises, welts, and goosebumps, but never ever ever tickles.
I'm developing a fondness for being teased in public. Guns make me gasp, chain makes me shiver, and words make me melt.
Please don't send me stories about what you would do to my body. It makes me uncomfortable to read things from complete strangers detailing how they would use me when they haven't even introduced themselves to me yet.
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Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be in my bunk.
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My Mister’s Madness, Volume 1
She decided that today she would be a good little slut and do exactly what he said.
She wore the boots he loved and pulled her hair back for him to grip. She had even already tied one wrist up, and presented both of them behind her back right away. When he told her to bend over the table, she bent.
This little slut got her reward; he played her like an instrument capable of only gutteral sounds and got his rewards too in her orgasmic moans of pleasure.
This slut must have been very bad to deserve such a punishment. Five stinging bamboo canes at the same time. She buries her face in her arm to try to hide her tears from him, but that only makes him hit her harder.
His piano: one of her favorite things. She would spread herself on top of it while he was playing, making sure to position herself over the lower strings where the vibrations were just right. He would play louder and louder, bring her closer and closer to the edge, and then back off to a quiet, high part just when she was about to come. He would never let her actually come on his piano. However, the last time they played this game, he didn’t stop soon enough and she didn’t hold back. She left a small pool on the piano, and he had seen it. He was going to have his way with her over the very instrument which she had soiled.
It was a game they played. She would lay on the bed and cover her eyes so she couldn’t see. He would lay out straps of various sorts along her body. The only way she had a clue of the location of a particular strap was by the feel of it on her body.
The game was that whichever strap she moved first with her body would be the one that he would use on her. If she moved more than one at the same time, he would grab them together and hit her with both of them at the same time.
Today she’s going for the two thin ones near her ankles, but if she moves the wrong way she could get all three below her knees at once, or worse the wide, tan strap that was just above her knees
This little slut just could not wait for her mister to get home from work. He had explicitly told her that she could not come before he got home. That didn’t stop her, however, from searching through her toy drawer. Then searching through her toy drawer led to changing batteries. Then changing batteries led to just checking that it still worked. Then just checking that it still worked…he walked in the door just as she squirted. He had no other choice than to punish her for disobedience.
They had never played like this before. Ever. She had tried to suggest it before with hints, but he always said that he didn’t want to hurt her. It didn’t seem right.
She began writing hints and suggestions on little scraps of paper and leaving them in his books. She would leave them in the book he was reading as a bookmark. When that didn’t do the job, she would put a few in a book and suggest that he read it; she was sometimes even so bold as to take a new book to him when he finished one.
After a couple months of this and a half dozen or so books of her little notes, he must have finally decided to do something about it. He caught her one night filling another book with notes and spun her around and pulled her pants down, but he hesitated. She put her hands above her head as she felt more exposed that way, and because she knew that he wouldn’t be that rough with her despite her hints.
He began to spank her, lightly at first, but as she said “More!” and “Harder!” he slowly warmed up to the idea that he was going to leave a lasting mark.
This would be the first of many nights to come. They would go on this journey of discovery together, and enjoy every second of it.
It had been like any other Saturday afternoon in late spring. They dressed up, went out for lunch, and then sat on the porch enjoying the weather and talking.
However, this afternoon had taken a devious turn when she informed him that she had been a bad girl and had hidden his toys.
He immediately went inside and found that there was only one remaining out of his dozen or so tools he used to punish her with. He turned to see her in the doorway with a sheepish grin on her face. He pulled out a chair, snapped his fingers, and beckoned for her to kneel on it.
He didn’t even waste time removing her clothes. He flipped up that cute dress and punished her with the only one she’d left him. She knew exactly how to get what she wanted.
He had called her from his hotel room in whatever exotic foreign country his job had sent him this time. He said “I want you to hurt yourself. I want you to spank yourself. I want you to feel pain. But when you do it, I want it to be my hand.” She put the phone on speaker and set it down on the table before she quickly took off almost all of her clothes. He told her how and where to hit herself and gave her commands of when to do so. She began to get wet from the whole ordeal, but he soon said he had to be going; she knew that as soon as he hung up the phone she would be the one coming.