Bratty Devotion

Unknown Pleasures

Today was the day. We were finally going to meet each other in person. I had chosen a fairly innocuous location. We were going for a picnic in the park. It was such a beautiful afternoon, with barely a cloud in the sky. As you sat on the train making your way to meet me, you were filled with trepidation and excitement; the kind that reaches inside you and wrenches at your very soul.

Walking across the warm grass, you glide towards me, an apparition of pure beauty. Your slender, pale limbs. Your small, petite frame. That semi-innocent smile that could melt a million hearts. A gorgeous pixie. We hug, and you take your seat beside me. ‘You are stunning!’, I remark. ‘Thank you, Sir’, you reply sheepishly.

We make light work of consuming the picnic I had prepared, as we chat freely and openly. I can barely take my eyes off you, as you giggle coyly. My desire has been building steadily. Leaning in and flicking your hair gently away from your face, I kiss you; powerfully. You taste deliciously sweet as I explore you with my tongue. The sexual energy between us is electrifying. We almost melt into each other. Clearing away the picnic, I say, ‘Let’s go for a walk, Princess’. Taking you by the hand, I lift you up and we begin to slowly amble through the park. ‘I want you to take me, Sir. I’m ready, I want to give you my body, I want to know what it feels like for you to have me, all of me!’. A knowing grin spreads across my face, I know exactly what it will feel like. ‘Let’s go then, Princess’, I reply, as I place my hand on your lower back and lead you on the short walk back to mine.

Entering my house, you are barely through the door and I pounce. Pushing you forcefully against the hallway wall, I begin to devour you. I hold your luscious hair firmly in one hand, pulling it back to reveal your delicate neck. Biting you. Kissing you. Licking you. ‘You are now mine, you do exactly as I instruct!’, I growl. This sends shivers through your very core. Your pussy throbs with wanton desire. Juices leak out of you, saturating your panties. This is everything you have hungered for. Breathing sharply, you whimper, ‘Yes, Sir, I’ll be a good girl!’.

I lead you to my bedroom. Once inside, I peel away your pretty summer dress, exposing you. Taking a step back, I drink in the sight of your vulnerable beauty. Stood before me, your deliciously pert tits, your lithe pale body. I smile, devilishly. You’ve never felt so alive! You bite nervily at your bottom lip. ‘Amazing!’, I proclaim, as I move in to take you.

Throwing you on to the bed, I am all over you, consuming you. My hands and tongue caress your form softly. Not an inch of you remains untouched. ‘Oh fuck, Sir, I am yours to do whatever you want with!’, you whisper, as I push my fingers deep into your sodden, tight, little cunt. The sensations build rapidly within you, ‘May I cum, Sir?’. Granting you permission, the first of your orgasms sweeps through you, leaving you breathless and heady. But there’s no time to recover. I scoop you up, and flip you over on to your front, pulling you up on to your knees as I do. ‘Hands behind your back!’, I order. I bind your wrists together.

As I stand there surveying you, gently running my fingers up the back of your thighs, your desire leaks from you; pooling on the bed. ‘Please, just fuck me, Sir!’. This sounds more like an instruction than a request. I bring my firm hand crashing down on to your unsullied ass. In between each strike, I remind you, ‘YOU’, strike, ‘BEG’, strike, ‘FOR’, strike, ‘WHAT’, strike, ‘YOU’, strike, ‘WANT’. Panting, gasping for breath, your ass is now an inviting crimson shade of red. I enter you.

I fuck you hungrily, my beastly desire filling you whole. ‘Oh, god, Sir!, you exclaim. ‘Thank you!!!’. Gripping your delicate hips, I plough into you with real purpose. Running the fingers of my other hand softly down your back. You have never felt this before. The delightful contrast of sensations driving through you. Whimpering, moaning, you splutter, ‘May I cum, Sir?’. ‘Not yet, Princess’, comes my stern reply. I enjoy watching you struggle, every ounce of your being concentrating on holding back the orgasm you so badly need. ‘Oh… FUUUUCK… Sir… I… can’t… hold… it…’. Feeling generous, I reward you for your efforts, granting you permission to cum. Your pleasure explodes inside you, every nerve of your body is on fire. I’m getting close myself.

Withdrawing, I release you from your restraints. ‘On your knees!’, I order. You willingly comply, and kneel on the floor beneath me. Stroking my engorged cock, just inches from your pretty face, I bark my next order, ‘Open your mouth, Princess!’. I throw my head back, howling, as my own satisfaction grips me. My hot cum explodes into your open, ready mouth. You swallow me down. I lean down and tenderly kiss you, scooping you up into my arms.

We lay together, breathless. Your head on my chest. ‘You were amazing, Princess!’. Stroking your soft, supple skin, you look up at me, ‘That was everything I’d dreamed of and more, Sir!’. A satisfied grin appears on my face. ‘You’re a good girl!’, I whisper, as we both drift into sleep.

Finding Home

The morning after Kristen’s first experience, she felt so connected with me. We had patiently discussed over several weeks, what her first experience with me would be like. I had listened intently to everything she had said, more importantly, to everything she had not. I had learned about her. I had studied her. I had analysed her. I knew what made her tick. I knew what she craved. I knew her.

I wanted Kristen to know me as well. She needed to know exactly what I expect. Exactly what I deliver. Exactly how this would be. I was in no rush. This period of discovery would only make her submission to me more pure, more beautiful, more organic.

I had guided her, I had inspired her. Those words to me over dinner that evening, when she looked me dead centre in the eye and said, “I submit to you, Sir!”. Those words meant everything. I knew she was ready. The time had come.

That first experience, that meeting of shared desires, shared lust, shared intimacy. That was something to behold. Truly wonderful.

The following morning, as she lifted my shirt to her delicate face, and inhaled my aroma deeply; she remembered all that had gone before that moment. Breathing in deeply, she felt so at one with herself. This was what she had desired for so long. This was now her safe place. This was now her home. She was now mine.

Sir started by pulling my ass over the bed. I awoken with his fast yet focused intent. Before I realized… his hard pulsating cock….dripping with precum was forced in my sleepy yet wet pussy. He thrusted hard…called me his cock whore and continued until her came over my ass. He thanked his slut and said you are mine today…for my use….if you are good you may be rewarded this evening.

Thus far I am so horny….dripping wet….needing to touch but wont dare….after my shower of which I strategically positioned the shower head to satisfy my need for touch….only to leaves me dripping more….sir came in and pulled my nipples….clamping one to keep until we leave. Knowing it would make direct connection with my needy pussy…..

Wondering my fate…..I thought Sir may appreciate some ideas….will he tease me until I become a horny needy mess….making me beg for release? Or will he teach me a lesson of asking too much to cum? What punishments could await? Message him @pussyconnoissuer4life

“Did I say you could stop?”

“I wasn’t asking”

“The more you fight, the more I just want to fuck you.”

*mock whining*

“Now”

“Did you just say no?”

“Whats wrong? you cant breathe?”

“You look so pretty on your knees”

“That’s sir to you, slut”

“Wanna say that again?”

Ideas and Tips

These tips may vary depending on what your sub likes/enjoys or doesnt like/enjoy.

Try taking these into consideration before anything else:

Always ask how they feel, does anything hurt?

Make sure they know they are safe and you care about them

Simply ask if they need anything, Reassurance? A glass of water? Cuddles?

Respect if your sub needs some space, doesn’t feel like talking, or just wants to sleep

After Care Ideas

• Holding/ Cuddling your sub

• Praising them: ex. ‘You were such a good girl’, ‘You did so well’

• Treating any wounds: ex. from spanking, rope burn, etc.

• Putting a cold/warm wet compress on any welts, cuts, or bruises

• Kissing any welts, cuts or bruises

• Running them a warm bubble bath

• Wrapping them into a warm fluffy blanket

• Massaging them

(w essential oils, sensitive skin lotions)

• Watching their favorite movies, shows

• Listening to their favorite music*

*preferably soft, calm music

• Giving them a treat they enjoy

• Carrying them where ever they might need to go

The Importance of Aftercare

Aftercare is not only very important but essential, for both vanilla and kinky sex.

Sub drop is how a sub might feel depression/anxiety or even considering their self worth after sex, especially BDSM/Hardcore Sex.

It is very important to be there for your sub as well as reassure them that they are safe, and you care for them.

This is also when you tend to any wounds that may have occurred during sex, like welts, bruises, cuts or rope burns.

DO NOT:

Immediately leave your sub alone or unattended to for an extended amount of time after sex! especially after hardcore/rough/bdsm sex scenes.

Leave any wounds received by the sub unattended to

Try to jump into some unrelated activities THAT CAN WAIT, without proper after care; ex. asking them to do chores, get ready to go grocery shopping.

Failure to comply with essential aftercare risks the trust you and your sub share and your subs mental security after sex,

Warnings: oh hell this is pretty sadistic haha, dom!michael, knifeplay, a tiny bit of bloodplay and bdsm, breedimg and i have no shame just read at your own risk. i also didn‘t proof read and i wanted to add a ‘read more’ but tumblr fucked this one up so it’s not my fault for once.

Word Count: about 3,000

Summary: just,, hella kinky knifeplay with michael

this is for cat @mutualmv holly @lukeinblue and hayley<3

Your back is pressed against Michael’s front, his hand rubbing harsh circles over your clit, hands tightening around your throat as he bites your earlobe, sweatpants hanging somewhere around his hips as he ruts against your naked bum. He breathes against your neck, no words needing to be spoken as he brings you closer to your second orgasm of the night. As soon as Michael notices you looking down at his hand working you up, he takes it away and a harsh slap lands on your cheek. “Look in the mirror.” He says sternly, pointing to the full body mirror next to your bed, reflecting you sitting on your boyfriends lap. In the twilight, you can make out the dark marks on your hip and your neck, not to mention the scratch marks on your ass that are not visible from this angle. “Good girl,” Michael comments as you lift your head back up again, meeting his reflection in the mirror, seeing him wetting his lips before they suck on your neck. Your body is shaking from the sensitivity, the wetness of your private parts slowly dripping onto the bed. Or maybe it was something different, you couldn’t care less as Michael’s finger sinks into your hole. “I wanna try something new.” He says carefully and you notice a switch in this behavior, looking for his eyes in the mirror. “You trust me, right?” It’s almost as if he’s scared of this, scared of rejection from your side. He lifts you up, hands digging into your hips and turning you around on his lap, big, green eyes piercing into yours.

He bites his lip, adjusting his sweatpants and getting up while waiting for your answer. “Yes.” You reply finally, lying down and pulling the covers over your exposed skin. Your boyfriend smiles at you, a genuine smile. He bends down to press a kiss to your temple and a weird uncertainty spreads in your body. Wearing nothing but his grey sweats he gets up and walks over to your special drawer, his blonde baby hairs sticking to the back of his neck due to a heavy makeout session earlier. When Michael turns around his sweatpants are hanging low, the outline of his rock hard cock visible through the soft material. A smile forms on your face as you look at the choice of toys he has in his hands. “But baby, that’s nothing new.” You tell him, sitting up and pulling the covers away and just like every time he sees you naked, his mouth drops open and he can’t help but to admire your beauty for a few seconds before a redness taints his cheeks and he looks away. “Lie down..” He demands and even though his voice sounds soft you know better than to disobey him in the position you’re in right now. “You know your safeword, doll?” Michael questions as he kneels down on the bed next to you, his fingertips tracing from your neck to your shoulders and down to your breasts.

“Red, Mikey.” “That’s a good girl,” he whispers back, kissing your mouth. And a moment later a darkness engulfs you, Michaels fingers carefully pulling the blindfold over your eyes, his left hand palming your breast, twisting your nipples and playing with them. “You should get a piercing.” He casually drops while cuffing your hands together, not too tightly because he doesn’t want it to hurt you, he knows you’re pulling on the handcuffs as soon as you don’t get what you want. “Only if ya comfortable with it, ‘f course.” You feel the bed rise again when your boyfriend gets up, playing with your hair, tickling your shoulder with it, a smile that you can’t see on his face. “No gag today?” You turn your head around to where you make him out to be. “No princess, I need to hear you. Be a good girl and keep quiet until I get back, need to get sum.” His smile is warm as he bends down to you once again, kissing your forehead, just above the blindfold. Michaels breath smells minty, he just recently brushed his teeth.

It is quiet for a few moments, awfully quiet while you adjust, thoughts making their way through your mind about what Michael could have possibly planned with you, the wetness pooling between your legs, dripping down onto the sheets for sure. You squeeze your legs together, trying to ignore the ache in your core, the desire to be touched, as you hear the door open, footsteps coming closer to the bed. “No sudden movements.” He pleads, his voice thick with lust. He usually only speaks like that when he is balls deep inside of you, about to fill your cunt with his cum. “I mean it. Move and you’re gonna hurt yourself. Understood?” You swallow nervously, nodding afterwards, a few seconds before a hand lands on your cheek, leaving a red mark for sure. “Words.” “Y-Yes Sir. Understood.” The dark around your eyes is driving you crazy while you wait for your boyfriend to do something, anything to bring you to your second orgasm of the night. And then you feel it, something cold against your thigh, tracing upwards to your folds, carefully collecting your wetness. In one swift motion Michael pulls your blindfold away, he basically rips it off of your head.

Slow blinking, trying to adjust to the circumstances. And then you see it. Michael is lying down between your legs, a knife in his hand. It looks like he just sharpened it, the metal shining in the dim light. Or maybe it’s your juices glistening on it. That’s what Michael thinks as he brings it to his mouth and licks over it, moaning quietly. “You taste so fucking good.” He whispers, the look of fear on your eyes only turning him on more as he reaches into his boxers to touch his rock hard cock. Michael knows: if it was too much for you you would say the safeword. He understands that he needs to take this slow, to introduce you to this slowly. Michael is not a monster, he’s far from one actually. Your body is shaking, both because of fear and anticipation, everything you feel seeming to go to your most sensitive parts. He sits up, kneeling over your lap, tracing his knife over your tummy, the cold metal sending shivers down your spine as you let out a moan, the sexual tension undeniable. “Knew you would like this, you fucking whore.” He sees how much this turns you on, your hips bucking into the air as far as it is possible with Michael sitting on top of you carefully, making sure not to hurt you. He drags the knife over your warm skin, under your red lace bra, cutting the fabric in a half effortlessly , your tits spilling out. Everything on full display for him to see. You see the thoughts running through his mind while his knife traces over your nipple, the sensitive skin of your breasts.

“I’m gonna fuck your throat now, angel. What’s your color?” He asks before grabbing your ankles and pulling you towards the end of the bed, turning your tiny body around so your head is hanging from the bed. “Green, Sir.” You say quickly, hands on your stomach as you open your mouth for Michael, watching him pull his sweatpants down and seeing his big dick leaking with pre-cum. He jerks it a few times, a low growl coming from his throat before he puts his tip against your lips, rubbing it over your tongue. He starts off slowly, letting you pick the pace, not going too deep just yet. “You taste so good.” The compliment falls from your lips, wrapping around his tip just a second later, sucking harshly and drawing a long, loud moan out of Michael’s mouth. “That’s it, gonna fuck your mouth pretty girl.” Your stomach feels like it’s tied in knots as you try to rub your clit with your handcuffs still on. It’s not working. Michael pushes in, slowly, letting you adjust to it, more and more, slowly filling your mouth with his cock until the head bumps your throat, earning a gag from you. When he looks down it’s a sight for the heavens. Your eyes are watering, tears streaming down your face and he can see the bulge of his cock in your throat and that alone would be enough to send him over the edge right then and there. But he got different plans as he picks the knife up once again, holding it against your throat as he pulls out again, wiping your spit away so it doesn’t get in your nose. And then he starts his brutal pace, holding your head in place with the knife while he fucks in and out of your mouth. So wet, nice and warm. So good. Without touching yourself, you feel yourself drifting towards an orgasm, fear taking over your body but you love it. The fact that you are under his spell, that he could do anything to you. It leaves you moaning around his cock and Michael just needs to pull out, he does not want to cum like a 14 year old. He eyes you, breathing heavily. Watches your fucked out face, red from all the effort you put into deepthroating his thick cock, tears running down your cheek, spit all over your face. Your gaze drifts from his pale chest to his face, a smile forming on your face as he pulls the knife away from your throat, caressing your cheek with the sharp object, a burning sensation against your sensitive skin. He loves the way you react and submit to him, loves how you pull on your handcuffs and beg him to fuck you with your eyes.

What he doesn’t expect however, is the comment slipping out of your mouth. “Thought you’d last longer, big boy.” And a delicate smirk prominent on your lips as he starts frowning. “What the fuck did you just say?” Michael bends down, dangerously slowly, his sweatpants hanging in his kneecaps. His eyes seem to burn into yours as he grabs your face with his hand. You just know that his dominant side is finally taking over now. His hand leaves your face just to collide with your cheek a moment later, a loud smack echoing through the room. “You know what I thought? You’d behave better today but you always disappoint me, you little whore.” He reaches for your handcuffs, opening them just to pull you forward by your throat, the knife in his right hand. “Oh baby, cat’s got your tongue now? Believe me, you wish you wouldn’t have embarrassed me like that.” The silver scratches the skin of your thighs and he kicks his pants off, his dick standing up proudly, pre-cum dripping down from his red tip. You want the pain, you need it so desperately as he lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing the head through your wet slit. “You get wet thinking about me punishing you with the knife?” His voice is quiet, almost too quiet. Your skin is burning and you still feel ice cold as he lets his toy slide over your thigh, a thin stream of blood dripping down your leg when he enters you with his cock, stretching you open. The cut is not deep, you can barely feel it because the only thing that matters in this very moment is Michael fucking himself into you, your walls clenching around him due to all the pleasure that your body can barely take. Michael has to pull your body close to his so you don’t fall down, his cock reaching deeper inside of you than before.

He’s falling forwards, the knife digging into your skin once again, blood running over Michael’s hand, tainting the knife. Your boyfriend notices you moaning out loud; clutching your arm with a tight grip, a small stream of blood running down your arm, over Michael’s initials tattooed below your elbow. “Y-Your color.” He rasps, wetting his lips before groaning next to your ear. His hips snap forward with a massive amount of force, dragging his cock deeper inside of you, your body falling against the mattress as you let out a loud cry, everything is just too much and you feel like you’re about to explode in his arms. “G-G-Green!” “You’re clenching around me when I bring this closer to you.” He says, taking the knife and slowly bringing it up to your throat, movements careful, afraid he might hurt you more than you could possibly take. His exclamation is confirmed when he holds it against your throat, your walls gripping him tightly, like a vice. Michael fucks into you sloppily, needing nothing more than his orgasm right now. You try to meet him halfway but he does not let you, remains a tight grip on your hip, pushing you down before he decides it is too much and the knife lands on the wooden floor somewhere, blood stains on it.

Eventually, Michael pulls back, leaving your hole empty, clenching around nothing. Tears are streaming down your cheek, the overstimulation being too much for you, too many emotions inside of your brain, begging to be controlled. Your boyfriend knows what to do, always knows it as he gently places you on your back, spreading your legs and lining himself up with your entrance once again. He knows you need it hard and quick right now and gosh, who would he be to say no to that? Michael is more of a doggy guy, loving nothing more than the way your ass bounces against his dick on a Sunday morning in bed when he is too lazy for everything. But he also knows that missionary is the perfect position for you right now, just quick, hard and deep. “I’m gonna fill you with my cum.” Michael says and it sounds like a promise, to you at least. You sure  hope he will. You waited for this all night. He does not wait for you to adjust, knows that is it not necessary as he pushes himself inside of you. One look up to him shows you that this is pure bliss to him, the way he throws his head back as he looks for the best angle to fuck you in. He looks perfect, everything about him is so fucking perfect. He pushes in once again, a different angle. It looks like he is aiming for something and you know exactly what it is the moment he hits it and a yelp of yours echoes through the room. Your body feels too sore to do anything and once again you feel yourself drifting towards an orgasm that you know is gonna hit you the hardest. Michael whispers your name over and over again, his gaze drifts down towards the blood on the sheets and that is enough to set off his orgasm, he slams in as deep as he can and it hurts, pushes your orgasm back while he spills his seed inside of you, his lips closing around your collar bone, softly biting your skin to keep himself from moaning too loud.

And then Michael does something you never expected him to do, he knows you haven’t finished yet. He knows you deserve nothing more than the orgasm he edged you towards all night. His cum is dripping out of your cunt and he does not even seem to care as he licks a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit, sucking it into his mouth, his pretty pink lips closing around it. The mattress is ruined with his seed and your blood at this point but Michael has no intention on stopping as he flicks his tongue over your most sensitive part, aware of the fact that it would hurt you if he fingered you right now. But he is okay with that, more than okay with tasting you, tasting himself on you. His gaze meets yours right when your breathing gets more ragged and you rock your hips against his face, as far as you can still move on your own. It hits you, crashes down on you, your eyelids fluttering shut as you pull him away from you, legs shaking around his head, your hand not leaving his hair, the other one looking for another body part of him that you could grab.