dfwcuriousguy: attagoodboy: There you go baby, this is how…

dfwcuriousguy:

attagoodboy:

There you go baby, this is how it’s supposed to be. You see, all you have to do is let me take control and handle your thing for you. I’ll milk you so good you will be begging me for it, you just wait and see. Who needs pussy when you get milked like this, right? Just relax and I’ll ease it out of you, again and again, until there’s nothing left. Such a good and obedient boy you are.

Who needs pussy? Mmmm what a hot sentiment

dirtythingsthatturnmeonposts: gentlefemdomloch: Something about…

dirtythingsthatturnmeonposts:

gentlefemdomloch:

Something about this just seems really nice, maybe it’s just the gentle teasing, and it looks caring and not “I’m going to break your balls type of controlling teasin. I really like this stuff. 

Something about this seems nice? Every goddamn thing about this screams amazing! ???

This, for hours and hours. Isn’t that right, babyboy? After all, you are mine to use and abuse however I see fit aren’t you?

What I like most about this is that, when most desperate, humping won’t help at all.

teazdndenied: One of Abby’s favorite stress releases after the…

teazdndenied:

One of Abby’s favorite stress releases after the end of a long day was to snuggle in to her husband, letting her head rest peacefully on his stomach. She would free his cock from its fabric prison then softly, gently, slowly let her fingers delicately brush and trace along the length of it.

At the feel of it stiffening and swelling beneath her touch Abby would let out a soft sigh of contentment, feeling the first signs of her stress that had built within her during the day begin to diminish. Something about the feel of the heat building within his erection against the coolness of her hand… the rhythm of the way that it at first pulsed gently beneath her silky fingertips but then gradually built in to a steady, desperate throbbing…. it was like calming therapy for Abby, a slow journey where gradually her stress would eventually be released.

But, today was Monday.

And Mondays were the worst for Abby, her office often a maelstrom of administrative chaos and grumpy, agitated people.

On Mondays, it could sometimes take hours for Abby to unwind at the end of her day.

Tonight it would take more than the rhythmic, desperate throbbing of her husband’s cock to ease her stress.

It would take the feel of how it quivered so helplessly when it was left trapped just at the brink of release, only to then be denied her touch just long enough so she could resume once more moments later…

It would take the feel of his warm, slick pre-cum oozing helplessly from the tip…. and the oh so relaxing sensations she felt as her fingertips slowly spread the slippery fluid over him so that it glistened before her eyes….

And, it would take the sounds of his labored breathing and needy whimpers…. the sight of the quivers in his thighs…. the feel of his balls slowly becoming warmer, fuller, heavier when she let them rest in the palm of her hand…..

But, Abby didn’t mind. She was patient. She knew no matter how long it took, eventually her stress would be released through the desperate throbbing and dripping of her husband’s aching erection. It was only a matter of time.

Regrettably for her husband though, Abby’s own particular brand of self-therapy did not seem to leave him in the same calm, relaxed state of contentment in which it left Abby.

full-of-passionate-intensity: undergreis: freyasfancy: I love…

full-of-passionate-intensity:

undergreis:

freyasfancy:

I love a writhing, wriggling boy.

I can’t quite tell but I’m gonna believe that this is happening during his extremely sensitive post-orgasmic state, when every touch is just a little too much, riding the razor’s edge between pleasure and pain, which is why he is twitching and writhing and smiling and shaking, and why I’m so impressed that he hasn’t wriggled his way out of the torment altogether. What a good boy.

post orgasm sensitivity.  poor boy.  his belly splattered with his own cum. and having to lie there and take that torture.   yes he is a good boy. 

jukeboxemcsa: “You’re trying to resist me.” It wasn’t a…

jukeboxemcsa:

“You’re trying to resist me.” It wasn’t a question. Mistress Lori never needed to ask Bryan what he was thinking. Bryan had long ago stopped trying to figure out whether she had a unique insight into his thought process, or if she’d simply spent so long putting ideas in his head that he automatically accepted her every word as a product of his own mind. “It won’t work.”

She gave him a wry smile, her fingers continuously working precum into the sensitive skin of his cock. “Because the more you struggle, pet…the more aroused you become.” She wanted him to resist, of course. It was one of her favorite games, telling him to try to stay awake even as she stroked him into blissful oblivion. And Bryan enjoyed losing almost as much as Mistress enjoyed winning. It meant that he was becoming more and more conditioned to fail to resist her will, of course, but that wasn’t exactly something that bothered him too much.

As evidenced by his raging erection. “And the more aroused you become,” Mistress Lori whispered, clearly aware of his vulnerability and happy to exploit it, “the more your mind focuses on your cock. You can’t tear your eyes away from it, in fact. You’re watching my hands move up and down, teasing the head, massaging your sensitive sack…and the more attention you pay to your arousal, the less you think about my words. Until they just slip into your dreamy mind and you obey.”

“O…bey…” Bryan knew he was already weakening. He didn’t know how long he had been staring at his glistening cockhead, watching Mistress’s fingers dance up and down his throbbing shaft. It felt like an eternity; Mistress knew him so well, knew exactly how to keep him suspended in perfect pleasure without allowing him release. She only let him cum when he surrendered. Until then, he would drift in timeless ecstasy for her.

He would be cumming soon. “Good boy!” she purred, giving his cock a rapid tug to keep him centered on the pure bliss of mindless descent into her will. “You’re trying so hard, resisting with all your strength…but all that does is wear you out. All that resistance does is make you sleepy…and horny…and focused deeply on the pleasure of obedience. And you know what happens when your resistance crumbles, don’t you, pet?”

Bryan sighed. “I…cum,” he moaned softly, the pleasure finally overwhelming his ability to think. His vision blurred as his heavy eyelids began to sink shut, and his balls tightened as the orgasm building inside him grew beyond his capacity to control. His pleasure was under Mistress’s control. How could he possibly have forgotten?

“That’s right,” Mistress said, her voice like silken cloth on his cock. “Say it again, pet. Pay me your tribute. Obey.” Her eyes glittered with excitement, and he knew she would be insatiably hungry for his tongue inside her once she had finally stroked his mind into submission.

“I…cum!” Bryan screamed, as sticky jets of hot cum gushed up and out of his hard cock. His eyes slipped shut, his mind went blank, and his last thought was that Mistress Lori made defeat feel better than any victory possibly could.

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