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Hi there, Anon. I almost didn’t even dignify this with a response, but I think you’ve actually given me a good opportunity to say something that new doms need to know, so kudos to you. 

First and foremost, let’s establish something right here and now: You don’t get to tell me what I am, and you are damn sure not the leading authority on what does and does not constitute a dominant. For the record, I didn’t wake up one day and decide to be a dom. I never even thought of myself that way until I met belovedsangi 10 years ago. I always had the characteristics of a dom, sure, but I didn’t ever put that title on myself. That title was given to me by my submissive. SHE is the one who wanted to call me Master, and Sir, and sometimes Daddy. I never told her to do these things. But of course, you probably think I am making your point for you and that if I were a REAL domly dom, I would’ve demanded those things. 

And that’s where you have a fundamental issue understanding the meaning of the title. So let me help you with that. 

A dom does not demand respect. He conducts himself in such a way as to be worthy of respect. 

A dom does not bark commands. His presence is such that he can seduce and command with nothing more than a glance. 

A dom does not raise his voice. He is the kind of man who gets what he wants without needing to. 

A dom is not a braggart. He is possessed of a calm, quiet confidence that is evident in his demeanor, the way he walks, the tone of his voice, and all other aspects of him. 

A dom understands balance. He knows that while a firm hand and discipline are critical in this type of relationship, knowing when to be gentle and understanding is every bit as important. 

A dom is a gentleman first and foremost. That doesn’t necessarily mean that he is a fancy man who values the finer things in life, but he does understand manners and protocol. He opens the car door for her. He orders for her if she is having trouble deciding. He treats strangers with courtesy and respect. 

A dom is a protector. He makes sure that his submissive feels safe and protected at all times. This means so much more than just telling her you will protect her. A dom shows her. He keeps a hand on her shoulder or on her waist in crowds so she doesn’t get nervous. He sleeps on the side of the bed closest to the door so that he is always between his submissive and an intruder. He walks on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street so that an errant vehicle will hit him before his submissive. If anything or anyone should threaten his submissive, he must be prepared to fight for her with the ferocity of an alpha wolf. 

A dom earns her submission. It is not a thing to be demanded, expected, or assumed. And he continues to earn it, each and every day.  

A dom values her submission. Fully submitting your will and trusting your body and well-being to someone takes a kind of strength most can’t imagine, and a dom never loses sight of that. 

A dom understands that being a dominant is 10% privilege and 90% responsibility. He is literally taking her life into his hands. He is accepting the most sacred and important thing she has to give. He is taking her burdens and bearing them as his own, always, every day. 

A dom is consistent. He understands that he can’t just be her protector, lover, confidant, master, etc. when he feels like it. There will be days when a dom is tired. There will be days when he is stressed. There will be days when he is broken. On those days, it is more important than ever for a dom to show his submissive that he is still everything she needs him to be. 

So what does it mean, then, to be a dom? I get the feeling that you, anon, would say that it’s all about making her kneel, having your way with her, shouting orders and using her. Helpful hint: Any jackass can buy himself a whip and bark commands. That’s not a dom. Don’t get me wrong, I do absolutely have my way with belovedsangi. I love it when she kneels. I love the kinky, rough, mind-blowing sex we have. I love to dominate her in the bedroom. But for every moment of that, there are a hundred moments of holding her, of talking to her, laughing with her, gaming with her. There are a hundred moments of making her feel safe when she is afraid, giving her confidence when she is unsure, comforting her when she feels troubled. Those are all things that a dominant does too. 

I love my submissive more than I love oxygen. I love my submissive with a fire that can never be extinguished. I value her and respect her in every way. I treat her like a queen and fuck her like a slave. These things don’t make me weak. They don’t make me less of a dominant. These things make me stronger than you can possibly imagine. There is nothing quite so formidable as a dominant who has found the perfect submissive to fuel his fire. Never will you see anyone love so strongly or fight so fiercely. 

You want your balls emptied inside a tight, wet pussy

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1- Start slow

Kiss your way down her body and tease her thighs and buttocks for a while before you make contact with any part of her genitalia. This will turn her on before you start the real action. Get close so that she thinks you’re going to zero in on her at any second, but don’t give in immediately.

2- Warm her up

Before you remove her underwear, breathe hot air through it against her genital area. Breathe softly but warmly for short bursts at a time. You can alternate between doing this and kissing her thighs and stomach.

3- Don’t dive in

When you begin to kiss and lick her vulva, work your way in slowly from the outside. Start by licking the outer edges of the outer lips (labia), then very slowly spread them, and lick and kiss the inner lips, and around the vagina. Do this gently, as though you were still teasing her. You’ll work your way up to more intense action eventually.

4- Wait for the clitoris

Try to hold off from coming in contact with her clitoris for as long as you can, even as you kiss her labia and vagina. When you do begin to lick it, do it softly, and focus on the clitoral hood (just above the clitoris), since most women prefer indirect clitoral contact before they’re fully aroused.

5- Lick the alphabet

If you’re not sure which strokes are best to approach the clitoris, try Sam Kinison’s famous suggestion and lick the shape of every letter in the alphabet as a means of offering a wide variety of approaches. Make them wide from time to time to cover the whole genital area, and make them small at other times, centering on the clitoris itself.

6- Suck it up

As she becomes more aroused, you can gently suck her clitoris into your mouth and flick your tongue over it. This combines suction with a much faster rhythm. Women like that.

7- Listen for her reaction

Listen carefully to what she says and the sounds she makes. If she sounds excited, keep doing what you’re doing for as long as you can. When she seems to respond less, it’s time to try a new stroke.

8- Hum

You’ve heard of fellatio being called a “hummer,” but it works just as well if you close your mouth and hum against her clitoris every once in a while too.

9- Grab hold

Hold on to her thighs or her backside so you can rub yourself against her well. From there you can also reach up and caress her breasts or, if she likes, place your hands near her mouth so she can suck on your fingers.

10- Get your whole face into it

Someone once said that if your eyelids aren’t sticky after giving a woman oral sex, you didn’t do all you could to please her. Use your nose, cheeks and chin (clean shaven; no one wants sandpaper down there), and move them around. Even if you’re just using your mouth, shaking your face from side to side and up and down will enhance friction in a great way.

11- Use your fingers

Penetrating your woman with one finger and making a “come here” motion is a great way to locate her G-spot, which will raise the ante of her orgasm. Even if you don’t know where her G-spot is (it’s good to have some experience with it beforehand), just penetrating her as you lick her. You can also alternate between penetrating her with your penis and pleasuring her orally.

12- Maintain eye contact

You may lose track of what you’re doing in the excitement of it all, but it’s good to make eye contact with your lover, and give her a smile and a look that says, “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

13- Know when to continue

When your woman gets close to orgasm, make sure you do everything she wants you to. No matter if you have a kink in your neck or your arm’s falling asleep, keep doing exactly what you’re doing until you’re sure she’s had her orgasm.

14- Know when to stop

The clitoris is extremely sensitive after climax, so when her orgasm is over, you don’t want to keep licking it as intensely as you were before she reached orgasm. As she climaxes, continue licking, but gently taper off as her reaction begins to mellow.

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It seemed pretty funny when you found your mom’s naughty drawer. The toys all looked weird and stupid, and the little vibrating egg seemed the dumbest of all. You weren’t sure what possessed you to steal it, or even what to do with it, but the next time you caught your little brother snooping in your room it seemed perfectly natural to use it as punishment.

How humiliating it would be to make him wear it to school! He’d never set foot in your room again after this.

You pinned him on your bed and yanked down his shorts, muffling his cries in the pillows while you spread his ass open and started cramming the egg inside his tight, pink little hole. It went in easier than you expected, and the cries quieted when you switched it on and the egg started vibrating deep inside. You told him he had to wear it all day, or else you’d murder him. Then you taped his asshole shut and the remote to his thigh before telling him to get out, and you laughed out how red his face was as he ran away, nearly tripping over his own shorts.

It was really a surprise when you went to stand up and realized how hard your dick was. You tried to ignore it, but it just wouldn’t go down. All morning it stayed half hard, twitching in your pants each time you thought about your brother, sitting in his classroom down the hall with that little egg humming away deep inside his ass. You’d expected his butthole to be gross, but now you can’t stop thinking about how smooth and pink and pretty it was… how warm he was inside. The egg had slipped inside so easily, and his hole had clung to your fingertips… like it wanted more.

Deep down you really hadn’t expected him to wear it all day. Who could keep something like that inside for so long? After seeing your brother skittish and pink faced at lunch you started to think about what you could do as ‘punishment’ for him taking it out. Maybe find out how many toys from the naughty drawer could fit in that obscene little hole? You spent the rest of the day thinking about it, keeping your legs crossed to hide how much your dick was tenting your pants. After school you watched him the whole bus ride home, walking a few steps behind him up the front steps to try to gauge if the egg was still in his butt or not.

The moment he got into the house he bolted up the stairs to his room, but you just laughed and follow him at your own pace, stopping by your parents room to grab the biggest, most absurd looking dildo in the naughty drawer. It was easy to pop the lock on your brother’s door, but you weren’t expecting to find him with his shorts open and his hard dick in his hand.

You drop the dildo.

He’s jerking his dick hard and fast, clearly trying to get himself off so you wouldn’t know how much he liked having that egg in his butt. He looks absolutely horrified and freezes at once, but his dick is red and twitching, clearly on the brink of orgasm.

You grin darkly and snap, “get up, faggot.” He seems frozen with fear, though, so you go over and grab him, dragging him off the bed and over to his desk, yanking down his shorts and pinning him on the corner of the desk so he’s trapped with his trembling thighs parted. It’s sort of a shock to realize the egg really is still inside him, and you can hear it humming softly. The reality of the situation suddenly hits you and you stumble back a little, really seeing what’s in front of you for the first time; your little brother, pretty and blonde with his face red, his balls heavy and swollen on the desk while his asshole twitches and clenches, crinkling the tape hiding it.

Suddenly all you can think about is seeing it again, touching it, and you rip off the tape. He cries out and squirms to try to get away, but he goes still when you grab his ass with both hands, spreading him wide open. He’s even prettier here than you remember, and you knead his round, soft ass open and closed while he moans like a girl.

He fucking loves it.

What a slut.

The cord hanging out of his ass looks obscene, and you give it a couple hard tugs. That’s all it takes for him to start begging, sobbing 'please… please..’ over and over until you shove one finger into his ass, forcing the egg back in deep. He squeals and arches his ass back towards you, trembling and sobbing. He’s even hotter and softer inside than you’d imagined, clenching on you and the vibrating egg, tense and shaking all over. You wriggle your finger around inside, and that’s all it takes; he cums hard, crying out and bucking back on your hand, fighting to stay upright enough to not crush his own pulsing balls under him. From this angle you can’t see his dick, but you can hear the globs of cum splatter all over the desk.

You can’t wait anymore. All intentions and logic are gone and you tear open the front of your pants, freeing your painfully hard dick. You’ve never seen it so red and swollen before and you have to put it inside him. Now. He’s still bucking and clenching through orgasm and you pull your finger out, grabbing his hips and forcing your dick into your brother’s pretty little asshole. He screams and struggles, but you grab him from behind and easily hold him still, working your dick into his tight ass. He goes limp and pliant in your arms, moaning like a trapped animal while you force your dick the rest of the way in, hitting the egg and forcing it even deeper inside. Your brother chokes on a slobbery groan, and between the vibrations and the heat and the way his insides tighten and tremble while he chokes you cum, yelling and slamming your pulsing dick in and out until your thighs are burning and your balls hurt and you’re gasping for breath.

You stumble back and drag your brother with you to his bed, managing to get both of you on it before you collapse completely. Your whole body is hot and shivery from the intensity of your orgasm, though you’re disappointed that your dick slipped out at some point. You try to shove it back in but you’re not hard enough to push in, so instead you just admire the red, cum drenched mess you’ve made of your brother’s asshole. The cord is still hanging out so you grab it, gently tugging. His moan in response is deep and desperate and he rolls onto his stomach, lifting his hips and eagerly presenting his ass. You laugh and grab one cheek, squeezing it while you slowly tug on the cord, easing the egg out little by little. His hole seems reluctant to give it up, and you finally have to spread him back open with two fingers to pull the thing out.

The egg is hot from being so deep inside for so long, and the vibration has slowed significantly since that morning. The batteries must be almost dead. You pull the tape off the remote and throw it all on the floor. Your dick is getting hard again from seeing your brother so completely helpless, moaning all soft and slutty while he squirms his ass up higher in clear invitation. His tightly clenched hole suddenly flares open, showing off how much you’ve stretched out his pink, cum coated insides, and you groan with appreciation, wasting no time shoving your dick back in balls deep, slapping his ass hard just to hear him squeal again.

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I suppose it was bound to happen eventually, my sister and I were only ten months apart in age.  We ended up in the same grade, and we did everything together.  We probably bathed together much longer than we should have, but our parents were a little liberal about that kind of thing and they hated to separate us with out bond as strong as it was.  It all started in the bath tub, exploring what would happen if we touched each other in special places.  Then we notice that our special places fit together, almost on accident really.  If my finger fit and my penis got longer and harder then it would probably fit, too, right?

As time progressed my sister went on dates with boys, many of them she fooled around with and even had sex with a few.  But it was always me she wanted, just as it was always her I longed for.  Eventually she missed her period, she was 16 years old and pregnant.  A statistic as our mom called her for a few months in anger.  While she told our parents it could have been any of the boys, we both knew it was mine.  She only ever let me be in her bare, and that meant I was certainly the only guy to finish inside her.  She got hornier as time went on, wanting more and more sex from me.  It was getting hard to satisfy her and keep it from our parents.  Luckily she started experimenting with her friends at sleepovers shortly thereafter.  One friend in particular, her name was Sarah, loved the way my sister looked and wanted to be pregnant, too.

So you’re coming back to town for the holidays. And you want to get together like we did back in June?

Of course I remember. After all, you left me with a souvenir. But no, it won’t be quite like it was last time. Remember how skinny I was, and kind of flat-chested?

Well… what do you think? See, look down. See how swollen and full my tits are now? See my belly, all round? It’s six months pregnant with your baby and growing more every day.

Yeah, for real. But you’re not really surprised, are you? After you pumped me so full of cum, it’s only natural that I’m pregnant now, you know.

That turns you on? Actually, it does for me too. I’ll be even bigger by the time you get here. In public, everyone will be able to tell that I’m pregnant, especially when I can’t help rubbing myself like this…

After dinner, I’ll bring you back here. Do you want to see what’s under this shirt? I bet you do. Do you want to see my swollen, pregnant tummy? And the titties that already leak mother’s milk sometimes?