Bubblegumpop950

Not for a little weekend fun. I mean for long enough that you stop counting the days. Long enough that the rope starts to feel like it belongs etched into your skin, like your wrists have always been bound behind your back and your ankles have always been spread apart and this is just how your body is shaped now. I want you to forget what it feels like to close your legs.

And I want to be the only thing that feels good. That’s the part I keep coming back to. I want to edge you stupid on my cock and then pull out and let you sit there shaking and desperate with nothing to grind against because I’ve taken everything away. Nothing to fall back on. Just your own wetness dripping down your thighs and the memory of how I felt inside you and the slow maddening understanding that you can’t do anything about it until I come back and give you more.

But don’t worry, I’ll always come back. That’s how the addiction works. I’ll fuck you slow and deep until your eyes roll back and your brain turns off and you’re right there right at the edge and then I’ll stop. Pull out. Watch your hips try to follow me. Watch you pull against the ropes trying to get closer to the only thing in your world that makes the ache stop. You’ll beg. You’ll say things you’d never say if you had the use of your hands or any dignity left. And I’ll stroke your face and tell you you’re doing so well and slide back in just to feel your whole body shake with relief.

Every time I use you you’ll gets more desperate for it. Every time I pull out the absence gets louder. Eventually you’re not thinking about the ropes at all. You’re not thinking about being untied. You’re only thinking about my cock. When it’s in you you’re alive and warm and full and safe. When it’s not you’re empty and aching and counting the seconds. Two states of being. Full of me, or waiting to be.

Oof—just reading that question sends a little wave of anxiety through me. I really don’t like the cane I definitely go out of my way to avoid earning. When he brings it out, it means I’ve crossed a line he takes seriously.

The few times he’s used it on me have been when I’ve broken his trust. Misleading him, softening the truth, or trying to protect myself instead of being honest. That’s something he’s very clear about: honesty isn’t optional in our dynamic. If I’ve made a mistake, I’m expected to own it fully. Trying to hide it only makes it worse.

These days, it’s less about actually being used and more about what it represents.

It sits there as a kind of reminder. Whatever correction I’m receiving—whether it’s a strapping, or being sent to the corner, or just being told to settle myself—I know it could always be taken further if I don’t respond properly. That awareness is usually enough. I don’t need to be pushed to that point anymore.

Earlier on, I struggled more with my tone. I could get sulky, or defensive, especially when I was already in trouble. That kind of attitude didn’t last long. He was very consistent about correcting it, and over time I learned what was expected of me. Now, if I feel myself slipping. if there’s even a hint of that edge in my voice, I catch it quickly. These days, all he has to do is give me a stern look and I make sure that I soften my voice and defer to his authority in an unambiguous way.

It's obviously more stuble when we're in public. I'll maybe put my arm under his if we're walking, or I'll ease back on talking, definitely lower the volume of my voice, and usually err on the side of mostly talking only when spoken to.

At home, when we're alone, it's a more dramatic gesture of pitulation. I drop to my knees, wait to be allowed to nuzzle his legs and told to get up. Or not. Sometimes he has me stay on my hands and knees for a few minutes. Sometimes I stay down there to drain his cock. Sometimes he just wants me off the furniture for a bit while he reads or watches tv.

For myself, this a hot, bedroom/sex time-only idea I can have with my sex partners. Or maybe I should enjoy reading about it and remember not everyone (aka me) is not mentally cut out for it. 😂

He set up everything for her, she would be his wife... unofficially of course, they couldn't go to court since she was "technically" missing. But in reality she functioned as his slave wife.

And after waiting so long for her, he grew quite a temper. But he knew she would understand, how he needed to hurt her, in order to satisfy his desire to see her suffer. Of course, he'd tend to her and praise her afterwards, but she was his owned wife now. She had to obey him, and in order to do that, he had to teach her.

She was resistant at first, afraid, but she learned quickly.

When you pinch their tits be precise, find the most sensitive bits of skin first.

They will be surprised and it will allow them to suffer more.

Furthermore they will be tensed and defensive allowing for more pain.

Show them that you’re professional like a surgeon. Fear will invade their mind.

Speak calmly. Explain them that you will find the most sensitive spots.

Tell them that suffering is for their own good, that they should be brave.

Do it until tears flow. Let them beg for mercy. Enjoy hearing them scream.

Nice and close now. Really right on the edge. Ready to cum as soon as I say.

“Yes, Sir.”

Look at those little legs shaking.

“Mmmnnnh… Mhm…”

Good girl. Listen, I noticed my clothes weren’t in the dresser yet. Was there a problem with the laundry today?

“No, I… oh I was so excited to cum today… I just forgot…”

You forgot!

“Yes, Sir… oh, I’m so sorry…”

And on your orgasm day, too.

“Oh Sir, no… please don’t let me cum.”

You don’t want to cum?

“No, Sir, I do but… I don’t deserve it.”

Because you forgot your chore?

“Mhm. Yes, Sir.”

Oh, you’re such a silly girl.

“What? What do you mean?”

What you just said! That was about the silliest thing I ever heard.

“Why? I didn’t do my chore, so I don’t deserve to cum. That’s not silly, is it?”

Oh, yes, it is.

“Really?”

Really. Okay, stay just like that… right on the edge.

“Unnghhhh… Then I… nnnn… nnnggh… then I do deserve it?”

Oh, you are just the silliest little slut ever!

“Sir, please… nnngh… I don’t understand.”

Okay. Look at me. Stay on that edge. Harder. Harder. Look at me.

“Ohhh… nnnnhhhhhhh…”

Listen very carefully. You don’t deserve to cum. You never deserve to cum. You never have and you never will. If I let you cum, it’s because it’s what I want for you, not ever because you deserve it.

“Oh.”

“Oh” is right. Now I want that silly idea out of your little head right this minute.

“Mmmnnhh… yes, Sir.”

Good. So, you understand now?

“Yes, Sir. I don’t deserve to cum because I never deserve it. But please… ohhhh…. please don’t let me.”

Each smack lands wet and sharp, making her jolt and gasp, and right then I lean in close and growl, “There’s nothing you can do to stop me, baby. Not a single thing.”

That’s the moment her whimpers change — they get higher, softer, almost broken, like her brain finally catches up and realizes she’s completely trapped under my hand. No escape, no mercy, just the steady rhythm of my palm turning her pretty pink pussy red and throbbing while those desperate little sounds spill out of her mouth, getting needier and prettier with every slap.

Hand it over. Give men total authority over your pleasure. Maybe he locks you in a cage. Maybe he just forbids you from touching without permission. It doesn't matter how he does it, as long as you understand that you’re not allowed to cum unless he decides you’ve earned it.

That’s the fastest way to rewire your brain.

When you’re denied release, that hunger builds. It takes over your entire nervous system. You stop thinking about your day, your job, your pathetic little opinions. All you can think about is him. All you can focus on is what you need to do to make him happy enough to let you cum.

You become a Pavlovian bitch. You learn that obedience equals pleasure, and resistance equals frustration.

Welcome déviant fantasies.

Get on your knees on the floor and place your hands on your knees.

And repeat the following you stupid cunts!

"I, as a woman, I exist for men. My duty is to serve men, serve their needs, serve their wants, fulfill their desires and submit to their lustful thoughts no matter the cost"