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Mouthiness

Sep 262011

I’m definitely a self-proclaimed brat. If I’ve got a smart-assed remark, I just have to get it out there, because I’m hilarious and the entire world must know it… even if I’m supposed to be an obedient little girl. (I’m only a “girl” when I’m a little – never a boy – but my gender associations when I play certain roles are a can of worms for another post entirely.)

Because of my own mouthiness, I certainly don’t take (much) lip from the slutling… but I let him get away with it sometimes. I have to let there be allowances somewhere, right?

Wrong.

After I shaved down the slutling’s pubes last night (part one of ongoing project: sissification), I was pretty eager to rub my tongue all over his newly-smooth pubic region. The plan for today was that he was going to have to earn the right to cum. I rubbed my face all over his groin, sucked him until he almost couldn’t stand it anymore, and then made him get dressed so we could go about our daily business.

Later, as he sat in his room, I instructed him to act on his desire to watch porn. As it is every time we play the orgasm denial game, he was told to watch something he really liked, masturbate, take photos for me, and was not allowed to cum under any circumstance.

He did me one better and sent me a video.

That warranted a reward, right?

I mean, that was truly going above and beyond the call of duty.

I plugged him up, pulled out a pretty pair of panties for him to wear, and was going to bestow a treasure trove of delights upon him… but then he fucked it up.

As I was lightly slapping his ass, he said, “Master, are you going to keep patting me, or are you actually going to spank me?”

Oh hell to the no, slutling. Master don’t play that.

I wailed on him. I spanked his right ass cheek so extensively that I couldn’t feel my hand. I threw in a couple blows on the left for good measure. When I finally got tired of exerting myself by punishing a mouthy little slut, I opted to take the easy way out and introduce the slutling to a slightly more severe brand of impact play, by bringing in the Rippler.

Except I wasn’t going to fuck him with it. That would be too kind, since he was begging me to peg his ass. The point of this wasn’t to gratify him. I was just going to give him what he’d asked for – a real spanking.

Is the slutling going to mouth off to Master again?

I didn’t think so.

In Which Slutling is the Master

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Sep 232011

When he peered over the curtain rod, I decided to give him a show. Fingers snapped across nipples. Hands kneaded breasts. At one point, I even remember biting my lip and gazing up at him coyly, dropping my head to the side and dragging my fingers down the side of my bared neck as the water moistened my freckles and flushed my chest.

It didn’t last long. He had to get into the shower – I instructed him to for the good of the order, citing (unnecessary) community service. That was where my control ended.

I leaned up against the wall of the stall, pushing my ass against him and allowing him to massage my shoulders and drag his hands down my back. I rose on my toes to rub my ass against his cock, hard from the moment he crossed the curtain. The only thing the height difference didn’t prevent was nestling his shaft between the cheeks of my ass, and I milked that for all it was worth. One of his hands closed around my neck, and I tugged the other between my legs, where he eagerly strummed my clit. Applying pressure to my throat, he pulled me upright until my back was pressed against him. His teeth nibbled my earlobe as I struggled to breathe despite the hand on my airway and water cascading into my mouth. We writhed together, and every time I closed my eyes, I was imagining how we must look to an outsider.

He bit into the side of my neck several times, leaving pink indentations and mottled purple and grey bruises that I admire periodically as I type this. As I pressed my forehead against the wall of the shower, his hand came down on my ass… once… twice… three times.

“Do you like it when I spank you, slut?”

“God, yes! I love it when you spank me, Master. Please give me more!”

Shoving my ass against him once more, I ground into his hardness while teeth tore at my neck, one of his hands working his cock furiously.

“Please, Master… I want you to cum on me.”

“What would you do for it?”

“Anything!”

“Be more SPECIFIC, slut!”

“I’d suck all the cocks you wanted. I’d fuck all the women you asked!”

“Would you suck Mr. O’s cock?”

“I would suck Mr. O’s cock. I’d suck it dry. I’d fuck him to please you, Master.”

“And would you swallow his cum, slut?”

“Every drop, sir… and I want your cum. Please give me your cum. I want it all over my ass! Please give it to me!”

And so he did.

A/N: Mr. and Ms. O occupy a very special place in my internet life, as well as a less substantial place in the slutling’s, so it was only natural that they start showing up in our mutual fantasies eventually, I suppose… although the addition of Mr. O was a very unexpected surprise!

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Jul 242011

So the 30 Days of Kink is one of those 30 day prompts that has been making its rounds, theoretically originating on the Queerkink Tumblr, but being heftily linked to a post about it on Insatiable Desire. There’s a huge list of other bloggers who are participating on the Insatiable Desire page about it, and I’m one of those bandwagon-jumping “nonconformists,” so you know I have to do it. After all, don’t I need something to fill the void in my blog while I’m formulating reviews about how I’m filling the void in my pants?

I’ll stick them all behind read more tags so long, drawn-out posts that come from prompts don’t clutter up my blog’s front page, but this is basically going to be a regular thing for me.

Day 1: Dom, sub, switch? What parts of BDSM interest you? Give us an interesting in-depth definition of what that means to you. Basically define your kinky self for us.