sinking into flesh

"I don't care if you want to wear it, put it on."

"I don't ask you to make cute noises, that's why I spank you when I want to hear them."

"Stop overthinking with that mouth and lick my boots clean with it instead."

"Do as you're told or you'll do as you're told with tears and an apology. You'll straighten out that attitude right now or I'll straighten it for you."

"I can't have you going out tonight unmarked. Fetch me my paddle. And be a dear and bring me a glass of water too. Beating you is a good workout."

"Show me how you blush knowing you're my obedient pet. Look at you, blushing on command. You're so well-behaved it's adorable."

"Now you listen to me, here's what's going to happen."

"Not a peep out of you."

"Bend over and wait for me, I'll need to take out some stress on your body soon."

"Stop. You're too little for that. I will handle that."

"Look at me. Feel my chest with your cheek. Nothing else matters right now."

"Get over my lap right now. No, you didn't do anything wrong, I just want this for you. Take it."

"I didn't teach you to dawdle, do what you were told."

"Did I say you could do that?"

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"Good, I'm glad you're embarrassed for me."

"Kneel at my feet and wait."

"You can take it. I know you can. There, now that wasn't so hard now, was it?"

"Here's what I expect out of you today, so listen carefully and obey."

"This is why I make the decisions around here."

Hypnosis: Would you find me attractive even if I needed a lot of help and direction?

Somnophilia: Would you find me attractive even if I couldn't reciprocate?

Dollification: Would you find me attractive even if I needed someone else to help maintain me?

Kittyplaying: Would you find me attractive even if I wasn't perfectly obedient all the time and expressed negative emotion through sass and brattiness?

These are always difficult to answer in broad strokes (pun not intended) because it varies so much depending on life, stress, travel, work, hosting friends, etc.

Sometimes he’ll have me bring him to orgasm several times in a single day. Other times, especially when life is busy, a few days may pass without anything overtly sexual happening at all. But even during those quieter stretches, there’s usually still some level of physical ownership and expectation between us.

What’s consistent isn’t really the frequency — it’s the understanding that his pleasure, on demand, is a big part of my role in the marriage.

Sometimes it’s oral. He’ll call me over while he’s reading or watching TV, spread his legs slightly, and I already know what’s expected of me. Sometimes it’s me on my knees before work, lips wrapped around him while he drinks coffee and strokes my hair absently. Other times he uses my mouth and throat much more possessively — hand firm in my hair, guiding the pace and depth while I stay still and take what he wants from me.

But just as often, it’s my pussy or my ass.

He may bend me over the kitchen counter while dinner is simmering and use me quickly before returning to whatever he was doing. Or pull me onto his lap late at night and slowly work me open while he talks to me calmly about my week. Sometimes it’s deeply affectionate and intimate. Other times it’s very one-sided and possessive — him taking his pleasure while I focus entirely on staying obedient, pleasurable, and useful for him.

Anal especially has a very psychological component in our dynamic. There’s something about being held open and taken there while remaining denied myself that affects me very deeply emotionally. It makes me feel extraordinarily owned. Especially because he’s very aware of how vulnerable it makes me feel, and how much trust and surrender it requires from me physically.

A lot of the eroticism for me comes from the imbalance between his orgasms and mine.

He orgasms regularly. I don’t.

So over time, his pleasure starts to feel incredibly important to me. I become very focused on it — on earning it, prolonging it, improving how I serve him, noticing the little reactions in his body. I know exactly how his breathing changes when he’s close, exactly how his hands tighten on my hips when he likes the way I’m taking him, exactly the low sound he makes when I use the exact tongue pressure he likes.

And because I’m denied so often, his orgasms almost start to feel like mine emotionally. Not in the sense that I’m stealing pleasure through him, but in the sense that bringing him satisfaction becomes intensely fulfilling in its own right.

Especially because he’s very aware of the contrast.

He knows I’m usually wet and aching while he uses me. He knows exactly what it does to me psychologically to have him finish while I stay needy and denied. Sometimes afterward he’ll hold me down for a moment longer, still inside me, and quietly praise me for how well I took him while fully knowing I’m going to spend the next several hours throbbing and frustrated.

That imbalance is part of what keeps the dynamic feeling so alive for me. It keeps me attentive. Hungry. Focused on him.

By the time he finally does allow me an orgasm — usually after weeks of denial and repeated use — I’m so emotionally wound up around pleasing him that permission alone is almost enough to make me cry.

Cis gay dudes sometimes use strap-ons. Lesbians use strap-ons. Cis women use strap-ons. Trans men use strap-ons. Trans women can use strap-ons if they want to. Anyone can use straps. Just for fun. Sometimes an unnatural big ass dick or a bizarrely shaped one are more fun. Sometimes fucking others with something else is fun. It feeds different fantasies for different people.

Straps aren't an indicator of gender, sexuality, or even a surefire way to think you can assume what somebody's genitals are.

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