Hey you, want to touch my new dress? Well, you can’t 🔒🗝😈!
Hey you, want to touch my new dress? Well, you can’t 🔒🗝😈!
2022-04-15 17:03:17 +0000 UTC View Post
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Playing 💕 and training my throat
Playing 💕 and training my throat
2022-04-09 18:41:03 +0000 UTC View PostHappy Friday!!!! I hope this makes you laugh like it made us..
Happy Friday!!!! I hope this makes you laugh like it made us laugh 😂
2022-04-08 15:53:01 +0000 UTC View PostMake me feel uncomfortable Sir
Make me feel uncomfortable Sir
2022-04-06 15:52:06 +0000 UTC View PostYes, I’m a little whore, but who’s little whore am I? 😈
Yes, I’m a little whore, but who’s little whore am I?
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“The problem here is that you don’t seem to quite understand..
“The problem here is that you don’t seem to quite understand your place. When you gave yourself to me and said that you were mine, that means you are mine in every way. Everything of yours is mine. Your mouth,” he said as he slid his thumb along her tongue, deeper into her open, inviting hole. He moved closed and growled, “Your tits,” as his other hand slid down and twisted her nipple. She tried to gasp in pain, but the thumb in her mouth made it sound more like a wanton moan. This time she got right up in her ear and whispered forcefully, “Your pussy,” and his hand went further down, teasing her belly and hips as it cupped around her mons and pushed in with possessive force. “They are all mine,” he finished with emphasis.
“And by transitive properties, your orgasms are mine too.” He let the sentence linger in the moment to see if she could follow along. She was still dazed from his roaming hand and didn’t offer up any response fast enough.
“I think your punishment this time shall be earning your next orgasm. To that end, we’ll start by reminding you just how little I need your pussy for my own pleasure.” And with that, he began to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants and unzip his fly. “Take out your treat, you naughty little girl,” he spoke while thrusting his hips toward her face.
She greedily reached into his shorts and pulled out his rapidly swelling cock. It was all she could think about anymore, now that it was right in front of her face. She instinctively began to move it toward her mouth, but he interrupted her with his commanding words. “Don’t you dare put my delicious dick in your mouth. You need to learn to follow directions. You can start by working me over with your hands, tongue and lips. You haven’t earned the privilege of having me inside of you yet.”
Her mouth and her pussy began to salivate at the same time, getting expectantly wetter with each passing second. She licked her lips and then went to work on his cock.
A vacation is always a good time for trying new things. It's..
A vacation is always a good time for trying new things. It's a break from the norm and an opportunity to stop focusing on work and responsibilities. Reese, in specific, was a very driven woman with a lot of goals and ambition. This didn't leave much time for casual exploration or uncalculated risks. But vacation was a chance to re-task herself. She was allowed to put all of that drive into more mundane tasks like finding a new--
"Hey," a voice said from above her, "do you mind if I sit here?" As she looked up, she saw a man motioning to the bar stool next to hers. From his outline against the sun, she couldn't help but admire his size and physique. He looked like a new thing that might be worth trying on vacation. Still, she hated having her thoughts interrupted and began to feel some rising frustration with him talking to her out of the blue.
"It's an empty seat, of course you can sit there," she retorted, trying to keep her tone as neutral as possible. While so many people played games and focused on smooth talking or flirting to relate to each other, she was simply straight forward and honest. But honesty doesn't exactly describe how it comes across. If someone was being straight forward and honest with her, they would say that she was blunt. She had a way of making statements and observations that came across as both aggressive and demeaning. She wasn't particularly fond of this trait in herself, but she also didn't have the time or patience to waist on worrying about it. Least of all with some stranger.
"Thanks," he replied as he sat down next to her. "I've lost track of my friends and I need to kill some time until they get back with the room key. Who leaves someone asleep in the sun and then-- sorry, I'll shut up, this isn't really your problem."
Now that she could see him clearly, he was more of a meal than a snack like she guessed from his outline. This guy must spend everyday at the gym working all the angles. His arms and chest were firm, narrowing slightly to a hearty barrel chested mid-section chiseled into an 8-pack and more. He could easily do some damage if he had the inclination, but for now, he was just moping about his problems.
"It's alright. I can make it my problem. I love a good project. But I do have a fee," she said as she slowly pushed her empty glass to the service side of the bar.
He quickly flagged down the bartender and got her another round, and one for himself. They started talking about as many superficial details as they could to pass the time. She could tell it wasn't a match from very far in to the conversation, yet she still felt herself drawn to him. There was too raw of a physical attraction to ignore. Still she didn't want to waste her whole afternoon with this himbo to find his friends. Again, she reminded herself that she was on vacation.
"Listen, I understand you don't have access to your hotel room and you need the pass the time. Why don't you come use my room?" She said, laying the cookie.
"Uhm... what would I need to use your room for?" He replied quizzically. Man this guy was thick.
"Me, of course." She said, while standing up from her barstool.
He stuttered momentarily "Well, I just have to--"
"Come along!" She interrupted with emphasis, and began to walk away, making sure to sway her hips and walk heel to toe like those simple men love so much. He followed right behind her like a fresh puppy who was trying to catch the person who was petting it last.
They made it back to her suite and she unlocked the door, but stayed stationary. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she barked at him, "open the door for me."
He took the cue and rushed forward to grab the door handle before the magnetic lock re-sealed his fate. She walked through him and threw her bag on a chair. She then turned to face him in the entryway. And began to remove the bathing suit from under her sheer cover-up.
"Listen, I do feel sorry for you and your situation," she began, while continuing to undress, "but I can only really help you find the silver linings. You may have missed out on the chance to celebrate with your friends, but now you get the chance to fuck me hard and make me scream in delight with that gorgeous body of yours." And with that final statement, she shimmied her bottoms off and left her full figure exposed yet obscured through her mesh dress.
His jaw practically dropped as he couldn't believe his luck. He was frozen in place, admiring her from head to toe, every toned curve. His mind was racing with nothing and everythi--
"Come along, dear," she chided again, "Lift me up on this table so that you can properly thank me."
He approached her, grabbed her firmly by the hips and carelessly lifted her up, seating her on the credenza behind her. She lifted her left leg up, on top of his shoulder, and used it to push him down to his knees. 'Of course he crumpled like paper,' she thought to herself, 'this won't take long.'
"Now dear, kiss the feet that walked you to this hotel room you've been so desperately waiting for," she said as she dangled a row of toes in front of his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, and then leaned forward to give them a kiss.
"Aren't you a good boy, now kiss all the way up." She barely got to finish her sentence when he started to move his head along her legs instinctively all on his own. He was possessed by her presence and his body began to move in motions that showed he finally understood his purpose... to please her.
He slid the mesh fabric aside and buried his head in her mound. His tongue dove into her lips, licking up and down every fold of her labia. He was a wanderer in the desert and her moistening pussy was his oasis. He lingered there for long enough to dart inside of her glistening folds many times and taste the real nectar of her fruit. But his possession continued.
He moved up, kissing her belly and ribs, up to her glorious breasts. He took a teet in this mouth and began to suck, tease and bite as if it was the first meal he had had in days. He moved over to the other one, giving the same attention and affection it deserved.
He began to move up again to try and position himself level with her, but she placed a hand on his head to stop him. "I love what you're doing, but don't you dare stop now. I need to cum at least once before you're allowed anywhere close to my level."
Like a confused but eager puppy, he dipped his head down and began to move back to having eyes on the prize. But, this time he had an objective declared and simple orders that he could follow. He was no longer possessed. He had purpose. And his purpose was to make her cum.
He began to go down on her again, with vigor. His tongue found her clit and began to massage, tease and t*rture to the best of his ability. His hand moved up to get a finger inside and begin to really do what his well trained muscles were actually designed for-- pleasing her.
He rubbed every wall inside of her, pushing and inching, listening attentively to her moans and reactions of pleasure to map out her beautiful insides. He found her g-spot and felt her pussy clamp down hard on his finger.
'Thank god he's good at something' she mused to herself. But then she felt two fingers go in and she finally stopped thinking. He worked her most sensitive areas over and over. Teasing her clit, and then her g-spot, and then both, until he had ramped her up to a fever.
She was at the point where she was bucking her hips against his face and other hand, trying to escape and press down harder at the same time. He maintined his pace and milked her pussy for minutes while she came hard on his fingers and jaw.
“Well, that was unexpected!” She exclaimed both surprised and pleased. "You've passed the first test. Let's see what other tricks my new puppy knows," she says while lifting her legs and turning herself sideways on the credenza like she's posing for a pinup shoot. "Now, be a good boy and carry me to the bed"
My dom likes to train my waist 🥰 What do you think?
My dom likes to train my waist 🥰 What do you think?
2022-03-29 18:06:03 +0000 UTC View PostYour Aries ♈️ girl 💋!!! Thank you for all the birthday love!..
Your Aries ♈️ girl 💋!!! Thank you for all the birthday love!!
2022-03-28 18:01:14 +0000 UTC View Post
Testing this toy has been a lot of fun this week. Thank you ..
Testing this toy has been a lot of fun this week. Thank you for all the custom requests, I’m looking forward to making more videos for you next week!
Here’s a sweet birthday celebration ride for you and I 😘 Enjoy lovers 💋
It’s my birthday and this ain’t my suit ;)
It’s my birthday and this ain’t my suit ;)
2022-03-25 17:06:05 +0000 UTC View Post
Meat our new friend!!! How should I play with it first? 🥰🎀💋
Meat our new friend!!! How should I play with it first? 🥰🎀💋
2022-03-22 16:14:06 +0000 UTC View PostPart Two: …her screams……. He knew he had her on the ropes, w..
Part Two:
…her screams……. He knew he had her on the ropes, which meant it was time to strike.
He set his belt down again and rubbed her ass with his hand to cool of the hot red lines that were swelling up on it. "Good girl," he simply said aloud. She was good. Better than good, he thought. But he knew she couldn't process more than 'good girl' at the moment. She was an animal in heat. A red swollen ass. A hot dripping pussy.
He put two fingers right in and heard the squelch of her juices being pushed out by his thick, long digits. This time, he point down towards the bed and started to pet her again. Her previous screams turned instantly into moans and she started to push back against his arm. Playing with the pace again, he worked to find the rhythm that her body desperately craved. She was his instrument and this was his concerto. They synced thrusts and he noticed her go completely silent. She was enraptured by his strength.
The pace maintained steady as she clenched down firmly on his fingers one more time. He felt every ridge, every bump, every nook inside of her. He refocused his pressure to push hard against her g-spot without changing pace. He massaged her cum button over and over again, until she started to sing out loud again. Her moans filled the pillow. They escalated higher and higher until she was fully screaming again, but this time purely in pleasure.
Her hips started to buck, making him use his other hand to hold her in place. He doubled down and kept milking her sweet spot until she was a trembling mess. Her pussy kept gushing out more lubrication, but nothing could dampen the pressure and friction that he was applying. She quivered and twisted and let her arms flail at her side in desperation of reaching for any amount of solace or grounding. He smirked knowingly to himself. She wasn't anywhere close to being in control of herself again. The collar was still on, she was his, and the night had just begun.
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Part One: The magnet key fob waved past the door handle to ..
Part One:
The magnet key fob waved past the door handle to room 113. The technology behind the metal casing silently changed its exterior light from a constant red to a flashing green. He reached for the handle and pushed it down sternly as he shifted his body to hold to door open and allow for her to pass through. She steadily crossed the threshold first and walked further in to the entry way to allow room for him.
He liked to think that he was chivalrous out of the goodness of his heart, or because it's just how he was raised. After all, it *did* make him feel good, and it *was* how he was raised. But in truth, that wasn't why he behaved this way. He acted chivalrous because he wanted to send a message. He wanted to make it clear that he was the one setting the pace for any engagement. He worked to present himself in a way that said 'I care about what's happening around me.' That way, whether he was closing a deal or seeing a long-time friend, the other person knew that he was aware and alert.
In that same spirit of preparedness, he always did his research before meeting anyone for the first time. He preferred to think of himself as well informed, but occasionally this could turn in to something more. If something-- or someone-- piqued his interest, he found himself getting a few shades more than curious. It wasn't quite obsession. It was more like a dog chewing on a big juicy bone. Sooner or later he'd chew the whole thing up and could move on, but until then, he never let it out of his sight.
He followed her closely in to the room, letting go of the weight of the door as it swung quickly shut behind them.
He took the moment to admire her from behind one last time, while she still had her clothes on. She was more gorgeous in person than any of the photos provided of her. Her long dark hair was styled simple but elegant. Her elaborate, black, distractingly-transparent dress fit her shoulders, chest and hips perfectly. Earlier in the night, he'd discovered (in the correct lighting) that she was wearing crimson underwear and nothing else underneath.
"Thank you for accompanying me to the gala tonight. You looked gorgeous and made me the envy of all my associates." He stated coolly.
"Of course. I thoroughly enjoyed myself." She said before hesitating for a moment.
He saw that she was uncertain of what comes next, so he once again took the opportunity to make clear that he was setting the pace. He took a stride to quickly close the gap between them. "I'd like to repay you for your services" he whispered in her ear, "but your clothes are in the way of my lips, my tongue and my teeth." He let the sentence linger briefly as he noticed her skin prickle with goosebumps. "I want you take your dress off slowly for me, and show me all your favorite parts of your body, one at a time." He moved over to the bed and turned around to sit and face her. He wanted her to know that she had his undivided attention.
He watched her take a moment to calm her nerves and stimulate herself, before beginning her task. She ran her hands over her waist, crossing them up her chest, across her breasts, along her shoulders, down her arms and then uncrossed them to go around her waist, behind her back and on to her ass. She paused and looked at him. "Well, then, I'll need a little help getting out of this dress," she said as she walked over to him, and turned around to show him the zipper.
He reached up and swept her hair over her shoulder before grabbing the zipper firmly with one hand, and the collar of the dress in the other. He pulled down steady as the zipper peeled away the form fitting gown. Her glorious, smooth skin was waiting underneath to be kissed, licked and bitten. He wanted to dig in to her flesh so badly, but he knew he must find patience first. He had given her a task and he planned to see it through.
Unaware of his urges, she slid the shoulders and sleeves of the dress off, but keeping her chest concealed with her hands. She revolved slowly, tilting her shoulders to show the angles and curves of her collar and neckline. He was mesmerized. She continued on, dropping the dress to reveal her full, natural breasts and perky nipples. He could tell from the smirk on her face that she was enjoying this as much as he was.
The dress caught at her waist for a moment. This time she turned her back to him and gave him another incredible view-- just like he'd asked for. She moved her thumbs down between the gown and her skin and wriggled it past her hips, putting a little extra emphasis in each wiggle to show him the fullness of her toned ass. Just when he thought it would be stuck forever, the garment fell uselessly to the floor knowing that its job for the evening was done.
He stared at her almost naked body for a few brief seconds. She started to grab at her panties, but he reached out a hand to stop her. He stood up and took off his coat. He removed something from the breast pocket before throwing it casually on the bed behind him.
He stepped forward and grabbed her by the waist with his empty hand and pulled her close, whispering in her ear once more. "Because we only have the night, I want to repay you in a way that truly shows how much I appreciate you coming out with me tonight." He paused briefly to let her mind consider the options, and then lifted his other arm to reveal its contents before continuing. "I'm going to put this collar around your neck. While it's there, Your pleasure will be my first concern. To that end, I will do anything I want to you and you will do everything I tell you to do. With this collar on you become mine: my toy to play with. Do you accept this privilege?"
She hesitated for a moment, struggling to grasp the possibilities. She had respond positively to all of his cues and direction throughout the evening. He calculated that he had done enough to earn her trust up until this point. He hoped deep down that she wouldn't say no to this opportunity, even though the future was unclear.
"I accept" she said faintly.
He smiled to himself and clasped the simple but elegant collar tightly around her neck. "Well then," he segued on to the main event "let us begin."
Without any pause, he wrapped his arms her around her waist and spun around, throwing her on to the bed. "Get on all fours and face the wall," he commanded her. She was stunned momentarily, but recovered and did as she was told. From this angle, he could now see just how wet her panties had become. He knew he had her hooked, which meant it was time to truly play with his new toy.
He untied his tie and slid it out from his collar. A perfect improvised blindfold just for such an occasion. He walked over to her and tied it around her eyes. He took advantage of the moment to push her a little bit further mentally. "I think pain is best before pleasure. It makes the finish that much sweeter," he spoke softly, before licking her ear and finishing with a hard nibble. She gasped, but didn't flinch.
He stepped back behind her and undid his belt. He made sure to let the buckle jingle a little bit for effect. He folded it in half, gave it a quick snap, and then paused. The air hung heavy for a moment, before he reminded himself that he was focused on her pleasure first.
He set his belt on a side table and returned to her backside with an open-faced hand. He began to swat her cheeks softly until they started to turn color. Swat! Swat! "Sorry doll, but you looked cold in just your panties, so I thought I'd warm you up a little bit," he mused aloud. He began slapping harder now, making sure to see his fresh handprint outline with each hit.
Once he saw her start to flinch and moan, he paused. He brushed away her panties and slid his middle finger into her hungry hole. It was slick and alive. He put another finger in for good measure. He had his fingers point up at the ceiling and started rhythmically moving it in and out, putting pressure against her insides. She moaned with pleasure as he slowly adjusted pace to find her rhythm. When he could feel her start to clench up, he slowed down to a crawl. She moaned again, but this time in desperation. He knew she was close, but he had more to offer her than just a quick O from two fingers.
He pulled his hand out and away from her crotch and took up his belt. This time, she was ready for his pleasure. He snapped it loudly again, to allow her a sobering moment before the strike came down hard on her bare cheeks. Crack! She screamed out and threw her head back.
He paused and walked back up to address her. "We must be quiet in this room, darling. Do you think you can handle this? Remember, as long as the collar is on you, you're mine. So if you ever want to stop, you need only take it off."
She hesitated and then tilted her head in his general direction, "I will do my best. I appreciate your gift, it's just not what I was expecting. It's a wonderful surprise."
He smiled to no one, again, and offered her aid, "you can use this pillow to muffle your moans and screams. It's not a perfect solution, but maybe we can improve upon it next time." He let this tantalizing promise of the future linger before returning to the task at hand.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
He began to find another rhythm of steady strikes on her ass. He watch the welts form as her struck her up and down her left, then right cheeks and upper thighs. This was his pleasure, his therapy. Each strike felt like a release of his frustrations about the parts of the world he couldn't control. But here, now, he was in complete control. Every belt snap was his gift to her: his perfect play date.
He watched her body closely- Crack! Crack! He was waiting for the point where she might just break. He saw her start to lose her mind to that calm animal part of her brain. She started unconsciously wagging her ass back and forth in the air, with her face stuffed down in a pillow that soaked up her screams…..
Purple Puppy She wasn't really sure why she responded to the..
Purple Puppy
She wasn't really sure why she responded to the listing in the first place. It wasn't something she'd ever done before- responding to a personals ad. But then again, pet play wasn't something she'd ever done before either.
She had tried (and failed) to ask for pet-style role play a few times before with longer term boyfriends, but they always thought it was too weird of a kink to indulge. Regardless, her desires persisted. And when she saw the listing, her heart skipped a beat-- "Master seeking long term pet for training and companionship. No experience preferred."
It was strange for her to read something so simple, yet feel like someone was able to look deep into her soul, her inner self, and make her feel like she was seen. There was someone out there that wanted to play with a part of her that she wanted so desperately to share.
She reached out to the poster of the ad and explained her case. After a brief back and forth, he gave her simple instructions on where to be and when. Her first instructions. The kind of instructions that even a pet could follow.
Upon arriving at the address she was to knock three times, count to 10 in her head, enter and then walk back to the last room on the right of the hall. There she would find a simple box containing her change of attire. These new adornments would be what transformed her from a curious, horny girl into a naive, helpless puppy.
She slid out of her clothes and began to put on the harness straps, sizing them to fit her petite frame. She paused to look at the collar before she fastened it to her neck. 'Princess' read the heart shaped lock that hung from her collar's round ring. This gave her a moment of comfort during uncertain times. Princesses were at least taken care of. Even if she was to be someone's pet, she would be adored and doted on.
The last piece of attire was the hood. She had dreamed about putting one on. She even shopped online for one and added it to her cart more times than she would like to admit. But she never had the confidence to click "BUY." Perhaps that's why she was destined to become a pet. She needed someone else to do it for her. She needed someone else to strip away who she was and train her in to who she felt she needed to be. A pet. A pet to be adored and doted on. A pet to be played with. But most importantly, a pet to be trained.
However, this hood was different than she was expecting. It had a short penis gag right at the mouthpiece. Not long enough to cause her inconvenience, but certainly capable of keeping her from making any human communication. Her head spun for a moment as her gut felt shame but her pussy felt arousal. This was meant for her. This was picked out by her master to help train her to be the best pet she could be.
Her mouth salivated as she opened it and began to slide the hood over her long hair. She lined up the gag, slid it into her mouth and then finished pulling it over the back of her head. It was snug, but the leather was finely made and she felt a sense of comfort wash over her. She was fully dressed. The last step was to return to the entry way, enter the living room, and get on her hands and knees.
As she walked back down the hall, she was again struck with mixed emotions. When she entered into the living room she paused, only for a moment. What happens once she submits to this? How does she go back to everyday life? Who will she be if she finds out that being a pet is her true calling? The questions repeated in her mind as her body continued on autopilot towards her fate. Before she was able to pin down any answers to the questions she realized that she was already in her place, down on all fours.
She did it. She had completed all of the instructions. Her chest warmed with pride. For the first time, she truly felt like she was a good girl. All she needed to do now was wait for her Master to greet her. The previous questions fell away and a calmness drew over her. She didn't need to worry anymore. She was just a pet, ready to be trained.
Time passed, but she couldn't really recall if it was fast or slow. In her new attire, she felt less like a person, and more like a pet with every passing moment. She had let her mind idle, innately knowing that she has no greater purpose until her Master is present to offer her attention to.
She startled for a moment when she heard a door open and close. Should she hurry to greet her new Master? No, those weren't her instructions. If she was to be a pet, she would be a good one. She remained rooted in place.
She heard footsteps get closer and closer, until she was face to face with a pair of legs. Yet, they were not the legs she was expecting. She saw 3" heels, slender ankles, tight calves and a dress. As she raised her head to get a better look, she was met with the firm commands that she was expecting from a different Master. "Don't you dare raise your head to me. We are not peers. And don't you dare think of running away now. My husband will be home shortly and he would be livid to discover that his new pet already can't follow simple directions. You must be brave or foolish to have come this far. I suppose we'll find out which you really are soon enough."
The woman stormed off and Reese was left crestfallen. She was not to be the only focus of his attention. How could she have let her fantasies get ahead of reality. She had no idea what she was actually agreeing to. She only knew that she wanted to be a pet so badly, that she jumped at the nearest opportunity. But that was the root of it. She wanted to be a pet. And she has come this far. She couldn't turn back now. She had to find out if it really was all that she hoped it would be.
Suddenly, another door opened and closed, and this time, more firm footsteps approached. This time, it was as she had hoped all along. Her Master was there to greet her. She instinctively twitched, but maintained her composure. He appraised her briefly, but she already knew from the last exchange not to raise her head.
He smiled a devilish grin to himself as he drank in her perfectly adorned body. A jingle rang from his coat pocket as he pulled out a chain lead and hooked it to her collar. "Come girl," he said curtly, and led her out of the room.
Bet you wish I were sitting on your face instead
Bet you wish I were sitting on your face instead
2022-03-09 03:01:04 +0000 UTC View PostLet’s start this week off right!
Let’s start this week off right!
2022-03-08 00:00:43 +0000 UTC View Post
