Beyond the Mother Issues

The intent with this one is to give myself a way to play with other kinks beyond mommy kink and practice my writing.

It’s called prompted because I figure I’d try to make it a little more interactive, taking prompts and requests through asks or DMs, and HOPEFULLY making something the requester can finish to.

The blog itself is an act of submissiveness, meant to serve other, however I’m open to writing for dom roles. It’s likely going to strictly be male/female scenarios unless I’m asked to leave it more ambiguous for a specific prompt.

I’m also open to I guess like a perpetual storytelling type thing through asks. I’ll tag them appropriately so you can pick out a specific thread of asks for a story between myself and the person who sent the asks. That said, you’ll either need to not do it as an anon, or dm me proving it’s your ask if you’d rather stay anon to the general community. Otherwise I imagine random people will hijack someone’s prompt.

There are things I refuse to write for, I’m sure you can figure that out, but otherwise, shoot your shot, I’ll see what I can come up with.

I’ll do what I can when I can, but I’m not gonna burn myself out on it. This is just a hobby for me

But yeah, that’s about it, this is just a fun experimental thing for me and hopefully you as well!

“Come here and let me pet you” I say, you’ve only just walked in the door, and it’s obvious your day has been hard on you. Why waste time on anything but comforting you.

Come crawl into my arms and curl up, feel the warmth of my body, my calm heartbeat.

“Tell me what happened, why was today so bad?”

And I sit there, petting you, listening, your voice wavering as emotions overwhelm you. But it’s gonna be okay. You’re here now.

“You did so good today, you pushed through, I know it was hard but you made it. You’re home, you’re safe, nothing is going to bother you again today.”

I can feel you press yourself against me harder, as if trying to melt into me. And so I squeeze you more. Pet your hair, rubbing the back of your neck.

Touch, affirmation, until I feel the tension leave your body. Until you feel calm.

You’re okay now. Everything is okay. As long as you come home to me, everything is okay.

I’ll always make it better.

We’ve always been friends and nothing more, maybe some shared glances and awkward moments but that’s it. We’re two completely different people, you’re confident, experienced sexually, very upfront and you know what you want.

And here I am, shy, indecisive, a complete virgin, girls terrify me.

And you find it charming somehow. How meek, inexperienced, shy I am. Can’t help but think about how easy I’d be to train for your own enjoyment. But why think about it? You can take me, you know you can own me. You know I’ll cave to the smallest amount of pressure you put on me, it’s no secret I have a crush on you.

So you pressure me. Metaphorically and literally. What I think is just another day of hanging out turns into you pinning me down, forcing yourself on me. Hand on my throat while the other finds its way down my pants.

I don’t even fight back, I’m caught so off guard, so surprised and shocked I can’t move. But you can tell I love it.

And I DO love it.

I didn’t lose my virginity. You TOOK it. You slid me inside of you while you restrained me, fucked me into the mattress, moans leaving me every time you went down on me. Eventually turning to begging you for more.

And that’s how you came to own a new pet. A fun little obedient toy that looks up to you like you’re royalty.

Your sweet, shy friend corrupted into a needy, insatiable, submissive thing for you to show off.

You wanted me to notice you more than anything, work sucked, but having my undivided attention and yearning would make it so much better.

So you listened to me talk to people, found of my interests, looked at the subtle things, things I kept in my work space or on my person. Like a detective, gathering clues, putting together the puzzle.

Pretty soon you knew enough about me to make little mentions and nods to me about things I like, you’d sneak me candies you’ve seen me eat before, you’d touch me subtly, noting my reactions.

Seeing just how red my face would get at any of these things, it dawned on you that it was working. I was too shy to say anything but it worked, you had me in your clutches.

Soon you start getting the same treatment, albeit with my shy flavor mixed into it. Blushing, stuttering, talking about things I’ve noticed you like. Small gifts and gestures to show I’ve been paying attention as you lured me in.

It’s not enough, it’s never enough. I’m addicted to you and you to me. Yes we both finished already but that jolt of electricity through our bodies as we keep going feels amazing. Legs shaking, goosebumps on our skin.

Every touch made more sensitive by the fact we both came already, it’s too much, it almost hurts but I never want it to end. This is overstimulation? I want it to be the norm. It’s amazing.

I don’t want to stop, I need you, I love your broken breaths, your body seizing as if you’ve jumped into ice water. All of these extreme reactions at just my touch.

I can’t say I’m any better though.

The way you keep stroking my cum covered cock, breaking any and all focus I have, breaking me down as I desperately try to make you feel the same. Make you suffer with me. Sweet, blissful suffering.

I asked and begged and pleaded that you be gentle with me the first time. Ease me into things. Show me slowly.

I don’t know what came over you. Teasing my clothes off sweetly like we had discussed, so tender and kind. But as soon as they came off you lost yourself. Like a switch had flipped in your head.

You pinned me down, your teeth against my neck, growing rougher and more feral. Your hand moving to my throat as I struggle beneath you. Feeling more like prey than a sub losing his virginity.

Gasping, forcing moans out despite your hand on my neck as you fuck me into the mattress. Fear accompanying pleasure. You’ve mentioned just how much you like your boys to be a little afraid of you. I’m learning so quickly just what you meant.

Unfortunately for you that fear is turning into pleasure as well. I’m starting to enjoy it, how rough you’re being, feral, using me for your own enjoyment. But you see it. And so you ramp it up. Small slaps. Biting. Scratching. Escalating to keep me fearful.

The whole time I can’t help but wonder how far you’ll go. Do I even care? It feels so good.

Drink after drink, small fruity shots. They taste almost like orange juice but make me feel so dizzy. I’d probably had enough several drinks ago, but it sneaks up on you when it tastes so sweet. Not to mention, you were holding them to my lips and giving them to me.

“Drink up” you’d say, a smile on your face.

How could I say no? So I’d drink. And then I’d drink again. In my head I’m telling you elegantly and articulately how beautiful you are, how badly I want you.

In reality my words slurred, still comprehensible enough to hear “yourrreallypretty”. A stream of jumbled words from my lips that all sound like desire to you. You know how badly I need you. You also know how drunk I am.

But it doesn’t stop me from throbbing, my brain intoxicated both by the drink and by thoughts of you doing filthy things to me. And I’m unaware of just how visible I am through my pants.

But you aren’t. You see the bulge. You know right then you have to have me. Unzipping my pants, cock throbbing, leaky, and ready to be used. And I still am just going on about how much I like you. It’s hardly registering to me.

That is until I feel the warmth of your mouth around me. Your lips, the roof of your mouth, your tongue, the back of your throat. You get me all wet and messy before you force me into you. My babbling turning to moans, feeling you fuck me, head fuzzy, the sensation of your pussy around my cock the most overpowering feeling.

But I’m too numb and loose to stop you. Do I even care? I wanted this. I wanted you. And now I have you.

You’re fucking me into the bed, soaking me, I’ve felt myself cum twice now but you don’t stop. I’m yours. I’ve fallen for your trap.

Please don’t stop.

Imagine an adorable sub who's usually really shy in bed suddenly gains the confidence and asks to dom his dom. How would that go?

Thank you for saying so, have been kind of slack lately tho. Anyways…

Something had gotten into me tonight, I usually can’t handle eye contact, asking for things, much less demanding things. But I was feral tonight. Feeling like I was crawling out of my own skin just to feel you.

Feeling you touch and tease and coo as we do so often felt so good but it wasn’t enough tonight. You usually have me, but tonight I wanted to have you.

“Uhm..could you lay on your back?” I ask, still shy, nervous to ask for anything when you’re so generous already.

And immediately you know what I’m up to. You know this is my attempt to dom for a night. And you indulge me. Curious for yourself.

“Say it again, tell me what you want.” You say, playfully

So I ask again “ will you lay on your back for me?”

“TELL me. Don’t ask.” You say, assertively.

“Lay on your back for me.” I say, the words leaving my mouth sharply.

And no sooner than they leave I lose myself, I throw myself on you and pin you down. I need you. I push you back onto the bed, taking charge, your legs around me, and for once you’re the one who’s blushing. Taken aback by what’s going on. And before you can make something of it, you find yourself moaning as I slide my cock into you.

“Tell me how much you love my cock filling you up” I demand, knowing full well you can barely speak. Giving you a task to complete while I pound into you. Knowing you’ll fail. But that’s not the point. The point is to overwhelm you with sensations until you explode into bliss for me.

Surprisingly, you’re oh so obedient for me. I think you like it.

You like it when your subby boy doms you, plays a little rough, it turns you on to know you’ve rubbed off on him. Don’t you?

And so you spend all night, tossed, turned, a toy for your sub learning how to dom.

The idea seemed scary, painful and honestly too out there at first as you explained what you wanted to do for me. I’m not brave enough for that. But you promised you’d start small, be gentle. So I trusted you.

During foreplay, in all of the kissing and grabbing your hands would wander. Sometimes your hands would wander, fingers pressing into me, and you could see my face turn red instantly.

But I didn’t stop you.

As time went on you’d go further, a finger, maybe two. Small start. And I began to feel more comfortable with it the more you touched me that way. Until one day you asked me again.

“Can I peg you? Please?”

And I said yes. It’s rare you say please to me over things like this. It tells me just how much you want it. And you’ve been so sweet and gentle so far. So yes. Let’s do it.

And so I find myself on my back, you want to see my face as it goes in for the first time. My legs spread, watching you strap everything into place, lubricate us both, and then you press the tip against my ass.

My heart is racing but you’re holding my hands, smiling as you push the strap into me, feeling it deeper inside of me.

And then slide back out again.

Then in.

And out.

Each time you go in a bit further until unknown to me I’m taking it all. And you slowly start to truly peg me. Holding my hand with one of yours, stroking me with your free hand.

My face is red, but the whimpers are starting, I’m being stimulated so so much, it’s a lot but I don’t ask you to stop. So you gradually speed up, become more intense while you comfort me with words of encouragement.

You stop stroking me, stop holding my hand, both of your hands are on my hips now. You’re going pretty hard. But it feels…really good.

You keep encouraging me verbally while you fuck me into the bed, until finally I can’t handle it.

I cum. You’re not even touching my cock. I just cum. I lose control, I don’t get it. I didn’t even know I could feel that way.

And I thank you. It was scary and took so long, but it was worth it. Feeling you inside of me.

And then I wrap my legs around you, push you back into me.

I had no idea my once in a lifetime encounter with the princess would turn into…well many times in a lifetime. According to her the thought of me standing outside of her chambers, heavy armor weighing down on me, making me sweat, while I stood there mindlessly waiting for SOMETHING to happen just sounded so sad to her.

But also the fact that I’m all sweaty and tense just did something special for her. Special being turning my sweet, innocent queen to be into something ravenous, insatiable, wonderful.

And so tonight I find myself vulnerable without my armor, held in place and tied up by some of her fine silks, a makeshift rope. I’m truly impressed at how she takes the most innocent items and turns them into tools of perversion.

However, due to the deadly silent nature of the castle at night, the cavernous halls that echo even the smallest sounds, I’ve been forced to wear a gag. Well. So much as my highnesses panties, soaked from the time she spent waiting for my shift to start, is a gag at least.

No complaints here though, she tastes amazing, surely the finest meal to grace this kingdom.

Even better than she tastes is how she feels. The way she rides my cock, squeezing me and soaking me, every movement she makes deliberate, as if trying to prove the point that the gag is a necessity.

And she’s right. My moans, muffled, plentiful, as she uses me as a plaything. The gag almost isn’t enough. Feeling her hands on my chest, her skin against mine. Her warm soft touch such a welcome alternative to the cold hard steel I spend most of my day in.

The one rule we had was I never finish inside. We can’t have her bearing child to a brutish knight. It’d be disgraceful. It’d be my end. But the princess is a rule breaker, through and through. She sits on me, bouncing, giggling, holding me still as I try to convey I’m close to finishing.

But she doesn’t get off. She’s laughing gleefully, knowing full well what she’s doing. Breeding herself on the very man meant to keep her safe from such scandals.

I can’t hold it. I fill her. Panic fills me. And she just lays her head on my chest, finger tracing around my nipple. Telling me what a good and loyal knight I am, that she can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.

Shy, awkward, slow on the uptake, just a few things to describe your subby boy. He misses all the signs, the tells, the hints that you wanna fuck him until his brain is fried from all the things you’d do to him.

He’s just happy to be around you.

But you’ve seen how excited he gets, the bulge in his pants, his uncomfortable shifting and readjusting to hide and ease his neediness. He’s a toy that’s never been played with.

You’re going to be the first.

So you’re dropping hints, dressed passed your usual 10’s, you’re an unmistakable 100 right now. And he just isn’t picking up on it. He’s rambling on about nerdy stuff while you touch and tease him and he’s somewhere so deep between dumb and innocent, it’s not getting through.

So in your frustration you just put your hands on his face and kiss him as you work your way into a straddle on his lap. Leaning him back onto the bed while you kiss him.

Dumb boy is awful quiet now isn’t he?

The sweetest whimper, chased by a whispered “uhm..thank you” leaves his lips. And you lose it. He’s yours. Your toy, your prey, your sweet dumb virgin boy.

And you’re about to change one of those things.

Pulling down his pants, seeing his hard cock pop out as you move his clothes towards his knees, you know you need to sit on it. But you’re gonna warm him up first.

Feeling your mouth around him, he freezes, a moan leaves him as you ease him further between your lips. Gently. Feeling his legs jerk and hips buck as you give him that bliss.

when you feel it’s time you get on top, your hands on his shoulders as you tease his tip against you, letting him feel how wet you are. Until he’s begging you to let him put his cock inside of you.

You reposition. His wrists pinned by his head as you slide him into you. His voice catches in his throat, a broken moan, feeling you take him in. Bouncing on him.

And then he tries to match your pace, fucking up into you, trying to help. But he’s clumsy, nervous, and best of all, inexperienced. So you guide him. Pacing him.

“Slow down, speed up, stop.” Commanding him like the puppy he is.

And soon enough he’s keeping up, that is until the bliss becomes too much.

He tries to warn you, but he wasn’t ready himself, he cums inside before it was really time, he’s embarrassed, apologizing, begging forgiveness.

But you say nothing. You keep riding him slowly, overstimulating him, taking all the pleasure in knowing you own a part of him forever. Making sure he won’t ever forget.

“I need you nowwwwww” I groan, annoyed that you wanna shower first “please please please can I eat you out now? I’ll make it quick for you I just need to taste you pleaseeee”

My begging isn’t making you budge even a little, it’s been a long day and the shower is somehow more appealing than your boy begging to bury his face between your thighs. It’s just been THAT rough today.

So you get up, start walking toward the shower when you feel my hand around your wrist, trembling with need and nervousness as I pull you back onto the bed. Grabbing your legs and putting them over my shoulders as I get into position to taste you.

You’re completely caught off guard, “whats gotten into him?!” you think to yourself, watching me lick and taste you as if I were starving. You realize I’m just lost, nothing beyond your thighs exists to me right now. You can’t help but giggle at just how adorably pathetic and needy it is, your fingers in my hair, pushing me deeper, relaxing your body and pushing into my tongue.

‘I guess the shower isn’t going anywhere and he’s doing it so good and messy and desperate, it’d be awful rude to interrupt’ the thought of stopping me quickly leaving your mind as I bring you closer and closer to cumming

And finally you do cum, my face a wet mess, as soon as I can feel your orgasm has ended I get up and say “okay I’ll go start the shower for us!!”

“Us? Nuh uh, you misbehaved, and even if it felt amazing that you did, you still have to be punished. You’re gonna sit there in the mess you made and you can shower after me” you say, walking toward the nice hot shower, leaving me on the bed all wet and messy.

My fav thing to do after we are done tearing each other apart is to count the bruises, one by one, giggling about how we got them.

The way you teased me to go harder and faster, more and more and more, your legs wrapped around me, pounding into you so hard it bruised my hips and the backs of your thighs

Your ass bruised as well, when I flipped you over, same thing. Maybe I got carried away a little, smacked your ass a little bit too hard, you can see where my palm hit.

Hickies on both of our necks, we count those with the bruises, not painful but sweet.

My wrists bruised from how hard you were squeezing them when you had me pinned down, fucking me senseless, brain not even registering how hard you were grabbing me.

Mommy, you know I’d love to see your boobs but if you’re that uncomfortable you don’t have to show me. I don’t need that. I’d rather you feel comfortable and safe. There’s so much more to enjoy about you than just your boobs. Yes I think they’re perfect, but I’d never ask you to make yourself stress.

Not when I have so many other options. Admiring your pretty eyes, the way you smile and carry yourself. Your neck, made for kissing and biting. Long nights spent massaging your shoulders after a long day. Kissing them while you sit between my legs.

Your tummy is the perfect resting point as I work my way down your body when we feel heated, soft, one of my fav spots to kiss and feel.

Your thighs are a dream, hands, head or cock between them, I’m lucky I get to touch them at all.

Your ass is frankly a victim of my groping when I can’t contain myself but it’s so hard to resist. You’re beautiful and you tease me into it.

I have all of the choices in the world when it comes to praising you, so if you aren’t ready to let me praise your boobs, I can wait. I’d wait forever if it meant a glance at you.