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indie rp blog of submissive men serving goddesses. taboo and dark subjects may be included. smut and kink-focused. dash only. starters are always open, no matter how old. this blog is trans inclusive. mun is 25+ (he/they). this is a sideblog so i can’t follow back.
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A smirk played on her lips as he spoke. it would be interesting to see if this was just a one-time thing or not with him; time would tell. She gave a nod of her head as he continued, even if he didn't do any BDSM with anyone else, she wanted him to be informed, to feel comfortable.
Harper hummed softly as he said he wanted to worship her; she wanted that too, very much. She enjoyed the feeling of his lips on her neck and tilted her head slightly to give him better access. "That's correct, I'll decide." As the skirt dropped, Harper moved to step out of it and turned to face him. "If you want to be allowed more than one in a row, and you know that you want that, you're allowed to ask if you can make me come twice or such, rather than asking for each one individually," she explained.
For a moment, she stepped away from him to her bag and got a bottle of scented, edible body oil, lube, as well as a wand vibrator. "Follow me," she said and moved toward the bed. She set down the supplies before she turned to face him and removed her bra, letting it fall to the floor, then her hands went to her panties and she slipped them off, her eyes locked on him for a moment. Harper moved to get on the bed and got comfortable, lying on her back as she ordered. "Straddle my waist, pet, facing me."
Ronald made a note of the woman's words. For his first experience, it felt easier to be on the submissive side. Being the one receiving guidance. "Goddess, may I please cum twice in a row? Just like that?" He was giving her an example of what he might say, mostly to see how it felt, but also to get her notes.
The man watched stupidly as the bra and panties came off. He groaned lowly. "God you're beautiful." He moved closer, needily. Cock aching for more room. "Well... Now, you're going to make me blush, Goddess.” He swallowed the bit of nerves that lingered and slowly crawled onto the bed. Moving one leg over her body, he straddled the woman. Feeling smaller and more submissive in the process.
"Broken skin, no, I don't usually go that far with my pain play, bruised skin, yes, at times, though it depends on the submissive as well. I don't give pain like that to someone who doesn't want it, "she explained. Harper enjoyed giving pain, but she was more of a fan of using her hand, a paddle, or a crop, a humbler, among others, than things like whips or canes. "Yes," she replied simply, and then continued, "It may not always need to be long or elaborate, but I've yet to meet a submissive who truly needs nothing after a scene in the way of aftercare, and aftercare can be just as much for the Dominant as it is the submissive. A Dominant not being willing to do so would be a huge red flag."
As Ron commented about the tightness, Harper smirked. It was only going to get tighter, she mused. He made his way around her and pulled one shoulder of her blouse down. She hadn't specified which to start with, her skirt or her blouse, and it intrigued her that he chose the blouse. "So many compliments, pet, and you've barely even begun," she teased. "You are allowed to touch me as you want, and I will very much enjoy having my breasts worshipped thoroughly by your mouth. However, you must ask for and receive permission before you are allowed to touch my pussy in any way or bring me to orgasm, and I have the right to refuse without explanation. I will be edging you once an hour, with a caged orgasm midway through our evening. While I do so, you will follow the “Please Stop Me From Orgasming” rule, which is always in effect. Rather than asking me to let you orgasm, or telling me that you are close, you will ask me, politely, to stop stimulating you. Something like: “Please, Goddess, may I please stop masturbating – I will come if I continue.” Do you have any questions so far?"
Ron nodded as he paid attention, looking up as the words played in his head. He’d gotten bruises from sex before. Not intentional bruises, but they weren’t regrettable ones either. “I think I could get into a little of that. Show me who’s the boss. Discipline me.” The thought was exciting to him. He nodded once again at the answer. “It makes a lot of sense. I’m not looking to do this kind of thing with anyone else, really, but it’s good to know.” It would be a while before Ron really became comfortable with submissiveness, but having guidance was really helping. He was glad that his first experience was with someone that knew what they were doing.
The new submissive continued working on the garment, carefully tugging the pieces of fabric to remove them. He was gentle with the goddess. Not because he thought the woman was delicate, but because he wanted to treat her right. “I want.. my goddess to know how perfect she is.” He voiced calmly. “I want to worship her.” He was trying to get into the role, letting the words out easily. When he heard the first rule, he let his hand move to her neck, caressing the soft skin while the other hand worked on the skirt. “Yes, goddess.” He answered simply to let her know he was listening. “No begging to orgasm because only you’ll decide when I come?” He questioned, letting the skirt drop. After a deep breath he asked. “So, I must get permission every single one of the eight times I must make you orgasm?” He needed clarification, or a walk through.
Her head gave a nod as he spoke, letting him process everything she said. "Yes," she said at the question, noting his nodding head and his words. Harper hoped that he more than just gave it a try, she hoped that he would enjoy the evening.
"I figured as much, given the circumstances surrounding you trying this this evening, but it's still important to know nonetheless, especially if you do find yourself doing it again." Her head nodded as he said that he would try to voice any concerns that he had. For Harper, the scene they would be doing would be light, no watersports, no bathroom control or any of the other more intense kinks that she liked, but it didn't mean that she wouldn't enjoy the scene; she knew she would, and Ron's comfort was important to her.
"It depends on the person and the scene, but it can involve tending to any broken or bruised skin, and making sure that the submissive is in a good mental space. Often it involves beverages to rehydrate, food, a warm shower or bath, cuddles, and such."
As he answered her question and searched her face, Harper gave a nod of her head. "Yes," she replied simply and dropped her hand before she stepped back a few steps. "You may undress me, pet, while you do, I will go over some rules I have for you tonight." Her outfit
Ronald nodded, “Understood, Goddess.” Remembering he hadn’t used the title in a bit. Even though Ron nodded, he wasn’t thinking about a ‘next time’. So far, he’d liked what he’d heard. Letting his hot boss take control for the night. Did he believe he could give the woman eight orgasms in one night? Not entirely, but having a challenge added to the fun.
“Broken or bruised skin? Do you do that kind of stuff with your long-term submissives?” He imagined whips, or something similar. The look on his face was still just curiosity. It did sound like Harper was talking in general terms, not specifically about herself. “So, a dominant that won’t do aftercare, is not a good dominant, basically?” It made sense. As someone that worked out a lot, he understood he had to take care of himself.
Ronald smiled reassuringly. “It’s tight, but not a bad tight.” He added, about the ring around his balls. “Just, like something I have to get used to.” He compared it to when he first started wearing suits for the job. It was uncomfortable at first, but necessary. “Sounds good, Goddess.” He smiled, stepping around to her back, looking for a zipper or anything to undo. Pulling one shoulder down, and then the next. “This is nice, Goddess.” He paid attention to her skin. “You’re so gorgeous.” He gave the final comment, before listening for the rules.
Harper listened as he spoke and couldn't help but think how cute his suggestion was, 'worship her extra well'. It was not an answer she would have accepted from one of her experienced submissives, but Ronald was not that. And Harper did genuinely find the attempt adorable. "Often, I enjoy a point system for my more long-term submissives. Giving me an orgasm, cleaning, cooking, and such earn points, along with good behavior, and they can use the points to buy themselves an uncaged orgasm. For tonight, for you, I won't be that intense. Good behavior- which includes being honest with me, I would like you to give me eight orgasms by the time the night is through, and I would like to edge you every hour with you experiencing at least one caged orgasm midway through our evening before you're allowed a regular orgasm. How does that sound to you?"
The Domme hummed for a moment as she thought about the question. "We have a term in the community called subfrenzy. Basically, what it means is that the submissive is so excited to be exploring submission that they try to take on too much at once, or that they don't think clearly when meeting with play partners and can put themselves in possibly dangerous situations because of it. Also, if a Dominant says that they aren't willing to do aftercare, walk away. Aftercare is always necessary, whether it be physical, mental, or both." There were so many things that she could tell him that she would tell him if Ron chose to do this again. Just as he protected her, she wanted him to be safe.
The fact that his body tightened up wasn't lost on her, and Harper watched Ron. She listened to the uncertainty in his tone, his breathing, and noticed how soft his cock was in the cage. She couldn't deny that it worried her. Harper got pleasure from watching her submissives experience pleasure from her Dominance. And by the look of it, Ron wasn't enjoying himself right now. One hand lifted to press her palm to his cheek, her eyes locked on his with concern in them. "Do you want to continue?"
The goddess’ words served to remind Ron of just how much experience she had under her belt. He tried to imagine these ‘long-term submissives’. Were these people she knew from her daily life? People Ronald might have come across through working for her? Then he thought about the title itself. Submissive. That’s what she was indirectly titling him. “Okay, so my main task of the night is to be submissive to you? And in order to earn a regular orgasm, you expect me to be honest, give you eight orgasms, be edged, get a caged orgasm?” He reiterated, mostly for himself. “I’m willing to give it a try.” He nodded, not sure if it sounded good or bad yet, but still very much on board for the night ahead.
“Interesting.” He nodded at the woman’s explanations. “For myself, I wouldn’t say I’m excited about submission as much as I’m excited to be with you in that way.” He bit his lip. “Though, I realize I am being a little more eager than I normally would be.” Ron admitted, “But I don’t want to subfrenzy. So, I’ll definitely try to voice any concerns… or anything that gives me pause.” He nodded with a smile. “What does aftercare entail?”
Ron still had his hands behind his head when the woman caressed his cheek. He blinked, a little lost by her look. “Yeah, of course. Don’t you?” He asked, searching her face.
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As he repeated 'ruined orgasm', she gave a nod of her head, allowing him a moment to process it all. She knew it could be a lot, she knew she could be a lot, and Harper was trying to hold herself back so as not to overwhelm him in any way. the Domme did want to make sure that he enjoyed this first experience. Harper hummed softly at his question, thinking over the various possibilities that could earn him a full orgasm. "Yes, you can earn one, eventually. What would you be willing to do to earn one, pet?" she asked with a raised brow. "I know what I like, but there's always something that one can learn about BDSM, even after 20 years," she admitted. "I will. It's not so much wrong as every Dominant has their own likes and their own way of doing things, as something I dislike or if I have a preferred way that something be done." Her lips twitched into a smirk as she watched his cock twitch, but the Domme said nothing about it. Once he said he was ready, Harper stood at his side and, gently with a finger, used the pre-cum he had leaked as a bit of lube. She gently but confidently got the cock ring and cage situated on him and clicked it closed, touching him as little as possible. Harper released him, and her hands relaxed at her sides. "How does it feel?"
He’d always enjoyed Harper's easy confidence, but the way it translated into this scene was quite hot. He leaned on his desire to see more of this woman’s goddess side. Ron paused for a moment to think. “I don’t know. I suppose I would… worship your body extra well. Really put some heart into it.” He suggested, knowing it was probably a silly answer. He hoped Harper would give him some better ideas.
“What would you say are some basics everyone should know about BDSM? Something for a beginner like me.” He wanted to start off on the right foot, after all. He had a lot to learn here, but so far he was at ease with everything. That’s until he felt the cage against his sensitive skin, making his body stiffen up a bit. He kept his eyes closed, inhaling carefully. Trying not to think about the tightness, & his skin being covered by the hard metal. When he heard a click, eyes opened and moved towards the woman. He kept looking at her, feeling too shy to look down at his locked up manhood. Ron inhaled at the question. “Uh…” Taking a step in place, to really feel it around his limp cock. “Feels… tight around my, uh, balls…” He wasn’t quite sure how to describe this new feeling.
Harper couldn't help but smirk at what he said. "I was thinking I'd allow you to cum, probably many times, though likely not the kind that are used to. Ruined orgasms in the cage. They're not as satisfying as a regular orgasm; men can get sexually frustrated by it, or so I'm told." Harper hummed softly for a moment as she thought back to her college years when she first got into BDSM. "I got into this when I was in college, so it's been about 20 years," she said. At this point, vanilla sex didn't interest her, it felt too boring. Harper always enjoyed watching a man who was taller than her, bigger than her, submit to her. And the blush just made it even better as far as she was concerned. And she noted how he put his hands behind his head, didn't reach out to touch her. "It could involve ice or it could be me slapping your cock until you get soft," she explained, "But, I think you should earn me touching your cock besides just putting the cage on it. Let's get you locked up before I need to do it, hmm?" she mused and walked over to the bag that she brought with various toys. She reached in and pulled out the cage she had brought for the sub she was supposed to be with. Harper walked over to him and held it in front of him, letting him look at it. "Are you ready to try it, pet?"
'Allow you to cum', such a casual way of restating she would have the control here. Down to how and when the male got pleasure. This was such a new concept to him, but not one that turned him off. "Ruined orgasms." He repeated, "Is there a way this pet can earn a regular orgasm?" Ron asked casually. He imagined a 'ruined orgasm' was the kind that happen when you're doing it in a hurry and not taking the time to feel the pleasure. The kind that don't last as long, of course, he imagined the cage didn't help at all. "So, you really know what you're doing." He smiled. "Please correct me when I do anything wrong." Ron added, staying still for her. "Oh wow." He chuckled at the thought of have his dick slapped. He remembered a time when a girl had asked him to slap her with his dick. 'Earn me touching your cock', was such a hot statement, Ron couldn't help it when his dick twitched. "Yes, Goddess." He voiced again, watching as she dug into her back. As he laid eyes on the toy, he began to feel nervous and excited. He was about to lose control of his dick. What would that feel like? "I'm ready, Goddess." He took a final breath of freedom, closing his eyes.
Harper nodded her head as he spoke, wondering what had caused that, of all things, to land on his screen out of the blue. Maybe he was spending too much time with her, and whatever fed the algorithm had honed in on Harper's life too much. "I'll enjoy your dick too, pet, just not in the same way as you probably would," she replied with a light chuckle. Harper allowed him to caress her hair without permission, for the moment. "I'm fine with your lack of experience, and I'm fine with guiding you and answering any questions you may have." Truth be told, Harper enjoyed the thought of being the one to introduce him to this world. She watched him strip, her eyes taking a moment to trail over his body, the Domme not hiding the fact that she was checking him out, enjoying the sight of his body. While she wanted to stick with her original plan of a cock cage, she couldn't deny she wanted to use that cock for her pleasure sometime. She closed the distance between them, very aware that she was fully clothed while he was naked. She stood in front of him and let a finger trail down his chest slowly, her hand stopping right before she touched the hair. "We should get you caged before you get too hard to fit in it, hmm? Though I can't deny I would enjoy having to make you get soft."
Ron smiled a bit. "I can't say I'm not excited for that, Goddess." Adding the name as an afterthought. He was still getting used to using it. "I don't really know what you have in mind, but I'm intrigued." And he was, since Ronnie was anticipating getting off at some point tonight. "Thank you, Goddess. I'm curious how long you've being doing this for?" He trusted, the woman, he was just curious to learn more about her goddess side. Once Ron kicked off his shoes and pants, he was fully naked before the woman. His skin soft over obvious muscles. He could see the woman clearly checking him out, and his blushed lightly, even though he'd expected the glances. He inhaled deeply as the woman came close, keeping his hands at his sides now. Ron understood he was meant to feel smaller before the clothed woman, that was the dynamic of the BDSM scene. He was, after all, the pet, and she was his goddess. He nodded. "Yes, Goddess. What would making me get soft, entail?" He raised his hands behind his head as a way to show his body was all hers.
"So you've looked at them online," Harper stated as she listened to him speak with interest. "Did looking at them excite you? Did you enjoy the thought of not being in control of that part of your body?" Harper couldn't keep the smirk off her face as he said he was open to some pain for her. "You may call me Goddess or Mistress." Her hand lifted to run her fingers through her hair before she locked her eyes on him again. "I'm glad you're open to trying it, and I do enjoy my BDSM nights very much, as do the submissives I scene with. You may find you really enjoy it, Ronald. If you give your consent, please strip. I want to see what is mine for the evening."
Ron nodded. "I wasn't looking into them for myself, or anything. I just came across them on a twitter post, or something. Totally by accident." He was being honest, BDSM wasn't something he'd considered much before today. "But even then, I didn't think about me in one. I love my dick too much for that." He tried to joke. "But I suppose I could devote myself to a goddess enough to wear one..." He bit his lip again, letting a hand move up to caress her hair. "As long as you're okay with my lack of experience, and giving me some guidance here. Because I really don't know anything about that world." He reiterated, and with that, he started stripping. His torso was hairless and muscular. When his pants and undies went down, though, he revealed in a thick bush covering his already leaking dick. "I give you consent, Goddess."
A little more intense, how cute, mused Harper as Ronald spoke. It didn't escape her notice that he bit his lip, and Harper got the impression it was going to be very easy to make him blush. "Thank you," she replied, in agreement. She wouldn't deny she liked praise. "Yes, a cock cage. There are different types. Plastic, metal, it keeps you from getting hard, but you can still orgasm. I won't lie to you and say that it isn't painful, but you can endure some pain for me, can't you, pet?"
Ron smiled. He really did think his client was a beautiful woman, and he was not about to deny that the thought of worshiping her body like a divine being didn't excite him. "I've heard of them, but never seen one other than online... Sounds like a-whole-nother level..." Was the room getting warmer, or was it just Ron? "Pain, yeah.. I'm open to some pain for you." He registered the name. "What should I call you during this BDSM thing?" A small smile crept on his features. "I really am open to trying this out for you. I, uh, I know how much you enjoy your nights of BDSM with your usual subs. At least, I assume you do." He chuckled.
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Harper's regular submissive had failed to show up, but Harper wanted her usual stress relief, so the Domme had posed the proposition to her bodyguard. It wasn't for everyone; some men just couldn't handle it. Her eyebrow rose curiously as she listened to him speak and stepped toward him, her heels clicking on the floor as she walked. "Did you enjoy it, being choked, I mean?" She looked him in the eye as she continued, "My tastes are very different from choking. Not that I don't mind the occasional choking from time to time I identify mostly as a Goddess, I like my worshippers to wear a cock cage and worship my body, among other things."
“You could say that.” Ron nodded, staying still as the woman moved toward him. A sense of dominance was very clear in her mannerisms. “Makes things a little more intense.” He admitted, biting his lip. There was a pause as he processed her words. “That makes sense given that you look like a goddess." Voice lingered a moment. "But are you talking about a cock cage... like to keep me from getting hard?" He'd never even seen a chastity cage in person.
Having a praise kink and a degradation kink is so much fun because you can say literally whatever you want to me and I'll cum about it. Call me a pretty boy with your fingers in my mouth? Im moaning and sucking even harder. Make me gag on your hand while you whisper what a pathetic filthy whore I am? I'm dripping and ready to get fucked Right Now
Abigail couldn't deny that her bodyguard was rather attractive. She'd find herself gazing at him or checking him out when he wasn't looking. But, she'd never tried to pursue Blake, not until today anyway. The comment about him being choked made her bite her lower lip, and she began approaching him slowly. Her hips swayed as she walked until she stood directly in front of him.
"And did you like being choked?" She purred to him, her hands slowly lifted up to hold either side of his neck, gently digging her nails into the skin. "Do you think you can be a good boy for me?"
Blake watched his employer closely. He was more than happy to comply. Because while nervous, he could not deny his interest in being dommed. Especially when the front of his pants was tenting.
“Yes.” He nodded, staying still as the woman moved delicate fingers onto his muscular neck. “A little pain never killed anybody.” He admitted, biting his own lip now. There was a pause before he answered her second question. “Aren’t I always a good boy, miss?” Of course, he knew this was different than just doing his job, but he planned to be just as obedient. “But yes, I think I can. For you.” He said a little more confidently.
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plot: my muse is excitedly trying out pet play for the first time. this could be y/m’s first time as well, or she could have experience. any relationship is welcome. open to changing the muse. all k*nks allowed, with a focus on pet play (puppy, kitten, bunny, fox, horse, pig, etc)
Derek crawled up to the dominant woman wearing the accessories she'd picked out for this. A thick collar with a blank tag, animal ears adorning his head, mittens waiting to be locked on each hand, and a tail plug coming out of his pert ass. This was his first time trying pet play, but he already knew he'd love the dynamic. "Okay, what do we do first? Play time?" The excitement in his eyes was undeniable.
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plot: Ronald is your muse's personal body guard. She can be a celebrity, politician, high-profile person, etc. open to changing the muse. all k*nks allowed.
Ronald was used to taking strange requests from his wealthy client, but this was a first. After, her usual scene partner had failed to show up, she suggested Ronald give it a try. They did have a trusting relationship, but Ron had very little experience. "I mean, other than letting girls choke me before, I wouldn't say I know much about BDSM. What's expected of me, exactly? I’ll do the best I can."
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"Im gonna pound a fucking litter into you" Suddenly im drooling and whining and grinding and
"Are you sure it's not you that can't live without me? I mean, it didn't take long for you to come here." Jessica's words were sharp. She was so over him, but boy did she love that cocky attitude. She was also going to love breaking it down. "But fine, I'll give you what you want, baby." She started putting her hair up in a ponytail.
"You're right, I can't live without you." He was more than happy to tell her what she wanted to hear. As long as it got him some ass. Mason smirked when she saw her putting her hair up. "I got a big load i'm gonna shoot right on that pretty face." He laughed, taking a seat on the couch. He put his hands behind his head, relaxing. His usual position when getting head. "Get to work, my good little slut."
