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wyldsubmissive -> RE: honesty about sexual orientation (2/19/2007 2:15:10 PM)
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ORIGINAL: BRNaughtyAngel
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ORIGINAL: defiantbadgirl
It's the bondage and discipline, dominance and submission. I am willing to push soft limits, just not hard limits.
Do you understand what submission is? I'm not talking about bottoming, but willingly and happily submitting your mind, body, heart and soul to your dominant?
Two of your hard limits you list are face slapping and knife play. So what would you do if your dom had you bound nude on your knees, legs open, hands behind your back. He's been teasing and tormenting you for what seems like hours. Sweet, soft caresses across your breasts bringing sighs of pleasure from your mouth, only to be interrupted by his pinching and twising your nipple until you want to scream from the pain. Stinging blows from his cane followed by soft kisses and low whispers in your ear.
His hands moving over every inch of your body until he finds that tender spot between your legs. His fingers slide between the lips, rubbing and stroking, then sliding inside and out again. When you beg him for more, he responds by slapping that tender place with his riding crop. The soft, sweet touches and the hard, stinging pain, all of it making you wet and throbbing, begging him to take you over the top.
Over and over again, he brings you to the brink with his teasing, taunting and torturing. You are physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted, but you want more. You want that release. You beg him to give you that release. You'll do anything, just please give you that release.....
He stands in front of you now and tells you to look up. Through tear filled eyes you see he's holding a knife. I'm going to cut you now defiant. I'm going to mark you as mine. Your heart is pounding louder and louder. Your body is on fire and begging for release. But you say start crying and saying No No No, I don't want that. Please! Then you feel the sting of his hand on your cheek and it brings you back, but oh god how it made you more wet.
He runs the blade over your aching body. Slowly up your arms, then across your tender, swollen breasts. Up your thigh and down the other. You're terrified, but your body is on fire and every inch of you is throbbing, just aching for him to take you and give you release. The knife moves between your legs and the smooth, coolness across your throbbing clit is about to send you over the edge. His other hand moves between your legs again, and he slides his fingers inside you. You are panting and begging, humping against his hand. His hard whisper in your ear that he's going to mark you as his now, but you can only cum if you tell him it's okay. His fingers moving in and out of your wet, throbbing pussy. His palm rubbing your swollen clit. The knife poised and ready to mark you.
RED! STOP!! PURPLE DINOSAURS!!!! LordMasterDom, I know you read my profile about knives and face slapping being a hard limit and I know you didn't just slap my face and run a knife over my wet throbbing pussy. And don't EVEN get me started on you wanting to mark me as your own even though we've been in a loving, trusting, committed relationship for two years. Untie me this instant!
The above story was intensely *ahem* stimulating.
Pertaining to this thread: everyone's allowed their opinions.
And one of my two favorite phrases:
Don't cry over spilt milk.
It spoils quickly.
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