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I wish that sweet and petite slave girl was my girlfriend.
Sweet and petite slave
I'd love to be allowed to kiss a gagged slavegirl
“Come along slut, I paid good money for you, now let’s get you home for your new life.”
They were... inevitable...
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I just want a cute girl with a nice strap to pound my pussy til I pass out 🥺
Use my girlfriend like the little bitch in heat she is.
You are nothing but a dog before me, bark for my amusement!
Inspection to make sure all holes are wet and usable 😈
another weekend with Harry?
Yup! But sleeping on the floor because Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend is also visiting.
I love catching up with old friends for a cup of coffee!
I Got Whipped
Weekend visits with Harry usually involve me being in a bit of pain afterwards but this weekend was something a bit special.
Saturday morning started off normally enough with me doing the housework in my maid’s uniform and, as usual, there had to be some compromising form of bondage involved. This weekend it was a hobble rope between my knees.
While I did the housework Harry worked out and when I was done she spent a little time sitting on my face in her yoga pants, a combination of breath play and worship. Then crushing my face between her thighs making me lick her through them and worship her feet, in and out of her socks. She told me she was giving me a treat as I didn’t get any post-gym teasing from roomie any more. She was also very upfront and told me she was trying to get me worked up, heh, she wanted me nice and pliant later.
Then we both changed and went and got lunch out. We went and got our nails done. We spent some time window shopping. Just a very nice afternoon together as girlfriends, which was very respectable and very nice, even if I couldn’t shake the smell, taste and feel of her all over me earlier in the day.
But anyway that’s not what the headline is about is it? It’s just setting up my headspace when she brought it up.
Which she did with me naked and on my knees, knees wide, hands behind my head while she sat on the sofa. This, by the way, is a pretty common posture for us to have relationship conversations. I’m not bound in any way and could move if I wanted, I’m free to get up and walk away, there’s no coercion. But the nudity and the posture are both signs of respect for her. It helps us both keep in mind what our relationship to each other is. It’s also impossible for me, in that pose and naked, to hide if my body reacts to the conversation so… it has some practical value there too I guess, heh.
What Harry wanted to talk about was my desire for her to dress up to Domme me. Which I’ve talked about before. And I think she did in an ask Harry. It’s not her kink, but she does it for parties and such. When she does she looks insanely hot. But we have a difference of taste here.
I guess there’s some stereotyping in my thinking but I am very turned on by the idea of her in fetishwear, looking the part. It adds to the whole drama of BDSM. Which is kind of the point against it, in her mind. She likes the idea of playing being normal so she doesn’t dress differently for it, it’s just a hobby. Not a performance. She thinks she looks the part regardless of what she wears and, well, she’s not entirely wrong. I get all that, but at the same time, lovers do dress up for each other just because it’s sexy from time to time. That’s my argument.
So she proposed a compromise. She wasn’t against the idea of dressing for me, but if she did it was going to be a special occasion. “I’m not just going to slap you around, flog you and fuck you, you’re going to have to do something special for me too.” If we were going to do play as theater we were going to do something theatrical. She wanted to whip me.
She dressed up. Leather dress, leather boots, leather gloves. The boots were platforms. I swear she must have been like 6′6 in them. I was in bare feet. I felt even smaller than I am, heh.
We did not get straight to the whipping. We started with me worshiping her boots and thanking her for this gift and privilege. We moved onto slapping and breath play, then flogging. A lot of flogging. Same as when I got caned she was using the flogger to warm me up and she was focusing very heavily on my upper back. Not the first time she’s flogged me on the upper back by any means, but normally the focus is on my butt and thighs with a bit of all over flogging for flavour. It was the other way around this time, the focus was on my back and everything else was flavour. So she was going to whip my back. That was… new. But made sense, as my butt and thighs had been fairly heavily used last time we saw each other.
Then I was dressed up. She took my collar off me, first time it’s been off since she put it on me. It was replaced with a heavy leather posture collar. She put me in a leather waist cincher too. And a bit gag. Because I was going to need something to bite down on. My wrists were put into cuffs and then I was secured to her door. She had these things she put over the door, just a big metal rod on one end and a loop of metal on the other, sturdy material between them, so when you put them over the door and shut it there’s these handy rings to fasten a girl’s wrists to so she’s facing the door, arms up, vulnerable. Harry also has a mirror on the back of her door so… well, I could mostly see myself, being so up close, but I could also see her moving around behind me. That definitely added to the overall effect.
She stepped up close to me, pressing up against me, hand in my hair, speaking quietly. She asked if I was ready. I said I was. She asked if I was scared and I said that I was. She stroked between my legs and presented my own wetness on her leather fingers to my face and asked if I was turned on. I said I was. She asked me if being scared turned me on. I said… only being scared of her. She laughed at that and called me her good girl. Which made me shiver. I love those words. Then she told me to try and be quiet. She told me she knew I wouldn’t be able to, but that I should try. So that she would know every sound I made was one she forced out of me. That it would make them that much sweeter for her. I agreed and we began.
And for a little while I actually did keep reasonably quiet. She started very methodically, slowly. I think she was like, feeling her way into the positioning of the strokes. That’s how it felt from my perspective anyway. And getting a feel for how I was taking them. I didn’t do much more than hiss around the bit gag for the first… few. I don’t know how many, I lost count.
They got harder as they went on, as she found her footing in it. Then they got faster. At which point I was yelping quiet openly from time to time because… my god. It’s not actually as intense as the cane, thankfully, but it’s … oh it’s close.
And then they came in a rhythm.
I kind of went through stages. It started with me being very in my head, not in subspace yet but ‘being good’, trying not to make a sound, being very stoic and taking my whipping.
But it kept coming.
Then I couldn’t be quiet any more.
Then I was sobbing.
Then I was sobbing and realising it wasn’t stopping so I was squirming and fighting the cuffs.
Then I screamed for a bit.
Then the subspace was coming.
Then I stopped fighting and went back to sobbing.
Then it was over.
And I couldn’t tell you how much time passed at each step. It felt like it went on forever. My back is for sure very, very stripey.
But the moment I felt that leather pressed up against my back, making me wince but feeling Mistress at my back… that was a moment. Her hand in my hair again, on my cheek, fingertips in my tears, hearing her heavy breathing.
And tasting her, on her leather gloved fingertips, as she fed herself to me and told me that was what I did to her. Just having it reinforced in my mind that yes, Daddy is a sadist, that watching me scream and sob and fight and watching the marks appear on my body genuinely, truly gets her off. Urgh… it was powerful.
The aftercare was wonderful. The sex that followed, eventually, was intense.
Like caning, it’s not an experience I’m in a hurry to do again but it is something I know I can do for her, something special, something I can actually be proud of. Harry has a lot of girls to sleep with. Girls who’ll fuck her better than me. I don’t question that, I’ve seen it, heard it, I know it. She has wonderful lovers. But I can give her something they can’t, or don’t. And yes, Daddy is a sadist. She needs someone who can give her that. Suffering. And I can do that.
I think I have to accept at this point that I really am a masochist not just a submissive.
So last night I found a place that was more of a lounge than a club, lots more sitting around rather than dancing, with a slightly more throwback playlist. Kinda figured it would be the place to find the demographic I was after.
I wore a little black dress, not backless but with enough slashes and a low enough back to let everyone know I was braless, stockings that met Harry’s rule of showing a little skin between hemline and hosiery so everyone knew they were stockings and knee high boots. I figured it would give the right impression.
It seemed to work because it wasn’t hard to get bought drinks, heh.
I actually had quite a lot of fun flirting, tbh. I mean I was god awful nervous at first but getting bought a few drinks helped with both confidence and getting me a little drunk. ;)
I hung out with a few guys here and there but none really did it for me until I met this one dude. Cute, kinda dirty blonde, neat trimmed facial hair, glasses, checked shirt and tight jeans. He made me laugh, we talked a bunch, we flirted like mad in a darker corner on a cute little two-seater.
Things got a bit more full on until I straddled his lap to make out properly. Except we were making out just fine before, I straddled his lap to grind down on him and see what kinda bulge he was packing, hehe. It was… not a deal breaker! I also asked him how old he was. He asked me why I wanted to know and I kinda said in a teasing voice that well I’m 21 and I wanted to know if I was a little more than or a little less than half his age. He didn’t tell me, but he did say “oh, you’re a little less than half my age” and you know what? I felt his cock twitch when he said it! Alright, then, this was the guy!
I was… pretty honest with him. About having a girlfriend who let me play as long as I played by her rules. I explained to him my situation and he did not seem at all put off by the idea that he’d only get to fuck my mouth and ass. Funny, guys never seem to be put off by that particular limitation. ^_^
And that’s how I came to be butt fucked over someone’s kitchen island last night, hehe, amongst other things.
I totally needed that. And yes, I got his number.
Only girls know best what girls exactly need.
i’m in the mood to make a girl just squirm reading some messages while she’s out in public or doing something important.
she glaces down at her phone and sees that it’s me, and her heart instantly starts racing a bit, her cheeks get red and she’s anxious to see what i’ve sent her. was it a picture? was it a graphic detailing of what she has in store for tonight? she doesn’t know yet, she doesn’t want to open the message just in case someone will see..
i just wanna tease my girl while she’s in public, and i want to make sure she’s thinking about me while she gets wet just thinking about what i’ll do for her.
If you're really lucky a lesbian lady is going to put you in chastity as your little one is useless for her.
Becca's blog is one of the hottest on tumblr because of her writing skills, which gets only topped when Harry takes over and answers.
For Harry What’s your favourite way to let Becca know you’re with someone else? And how does she react, is she pouty, instantly horny, happy, unreactive?
I will usually let Becca know about my dates well in advance and let anticipation do its’ work. It’s rarely a surprise for her. When the date comes I do like to text her to let her know I’ll be unavailable for a few hours, an evening, overnight or whatever it might be. Sometimes I’ll send her little updates as things progress just to tease her.
If I’m with someone who is very comfortable with our dynamic I also like to let Becca know when date night has proceeded to sex, often with photographic evidence. Not everyone I play with is comfortable with that, of course, so sometimes she has to make do with protracted silence while her imagination torments her instead.
Generally when I first inform her of a date plan she’ll take it in stride. It is usually some time off and it’s not uncommon. Sometimes she’ll be pouty, if it means we won’t be seeing each other when she had anticipated we would. I try and avoid scheduling conflicts, though. When I tease her about them as they get closer she gets much more responsive. She can get very turned on talking about it.
I suspect she gets extremely aroused when I give her in-the-moment updates as well but my attention is usually elsewhere.
- Harriet
I love the dynamic through the missing shoes
If you're not addicted to her stories yet, read this most recent adventure and enjoy. She is an awesome storytelling little cuckquean. ^_^ (Of course Harry provides for great content.)
After our night at the club I finally got cuckqueaned, properly.
Harry and I took a separate taxi but we all ended up back at Blondie’s. Apparently dancers and customers sharing a ride home does not go down well, hehe. There’d been plenty to drink already in the club and no one was under any illusions as to why we were there so we moved immediately to the bedroom.
Harry asked Blondie if she wanted me to join them and she replied that she wanted Harry to herself. So Harry told her to tell me that to my face and she smiled, looked at me and said “I want Harry all to myself.” I blushed and said ok. Harry told me I could kneel and wait while they had fun. So I knelt.
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Women don't need boys.
Lady Luisa leading me upstairs to her bedchamber.
