Author: kinkyplaything

Advent Kinkendar: December 8th [Ffm-MMMMMMMMMM]

I slept so well last night; I guess yesterday was just so intense it exhausted me on a very psychological level. Miss made good use of that fact, though, when she came to wake us. I don’t know what she tried first, only that I woke up to a weird smell and warm, sticky feeling on my face. Still groggy I rubbed my eyes, smearing it everywhere. As I opened them I could see a blurry image of Miss squeezing the last of the boy’s cum from his hard cock onto my face.

“Morning cumsluts” she smiled widely, getting up, wiping her hand on his hair, and heading downstairs. Some of his load dribbled down my chin and dripped onto my chest as I got up and we followed her down. As we served her I could feel it starting to dry in places, and I could smell nothing else. Unlike other days, Miss left nothing over for us, and as we cleared up we could hear her welcoming guests through in the other room. Read more »

Advent Kinkendar: December 7th [Ffm]

It was only when she woke us for breakfast this morning that Miss confirmed that yesterday’s theme was objectification; though I wasn’t in much doubt about it anymore. She asked if we enjoyed it, and apart from rubbing our stiff joints, we both agreed that it had been pretty amazing. Who would think that being completely ignored would be an enjoyable way to pass time.

Today took more trust than I have ever placed in one person before. I’ll admit that I was kinda scared a few times.

As Miss handed us the much larger boxes this morning, she made it very clear that today was likely to be very intense, and that at any point we could call a halt to it without leaving the whole experience altogether. I opened the box more nervously than usual, but couldn’t tell what it was until I lifted it out. It was a sort of hood or mask made of rubber, but with the only hole for the mouth, not eyes or nose. 

“Sensory deprivation and breath play today” Miss said, more sternly than usual. “The rest of your… outfits… are ready downstairs. Come, let’s get you ready”. She led us down and into the dungeon room where two sort of sleeping bags were laid out on the floor.  Read more »

Advent Kinkendar: December 6th [Ffm]

I slept all night plugged for the first time last night. It feels so good in so many ways. Not only the delightful feeling of being full and stretched; but the submissive feelings of being owned, controlled, and being a good service slut. Most of the writing is fading, though I can still make out most of it – the WHORE in my face for one. Of course, my pussy still expresses “Use Me”, and my foot Miss’ name – refreshing those every morning is incredibly satisfying.

This morning’s boxes were confusing. Mine contained a small ornamental bunny of the sort you might find on a coffee table or mantlepiece. The boy’s was a hat/umbrella stand from a doll’s house. Miss only smiled and took us downstairs for breakfast.

She didn’t say a word to us all day, so my deduction is that today’s topic has been objectification; but even now she still hasn’t actually told us. After breakfast she walked straight out of the kitchen and waited in the living room for us to finish cleaning up and follow her. I was worrying that we had done something wrong; in fact I’ve spent most of today worrying that, and I’m still not certain what’s actually been going on. I hope tomorrow she lets us know. Read more »

Advent Kinkendar: December 5th [Ffm]

Last night was rough, and I’ve not slept well at all. Miss set a timer in the room to go off every hour. Each time it went off we had to wake up, help with each others’ plugs (alternating inserting and removing each hour) and sore holes, then could sleep again until it went off again. I’m not sure the boy slept at all, since each hour it was always him waking me up because his ass hurt from the medium plug. I feel like I could have slept through even with the large one in.

This morning’s box contained something I was completely unfamiliar with. Miss described them as benwa balls, if I’ve got that right. They’re kinda like small metal stress balls that chime softly when they knock together. They aren’t very heavy, but you definitely notice them. I’ve been pretty wet all night, so Miss made me lie down and slid them both into my pussy. I gasped with the cold, but they quickly warmed up and as I sat there all I felt was another full feeling alongside the plug. Read more »

Advent Kinkendar: December 4th [FMfm]

I still had a faceful of cum when I woke up this morning; but thankfully we weren’t required to sleep plugged. Those didn’t go back in until after we were bathed together by Miss. Honestly, going to the bathroom in front of other people is not easy; but I’m getting used to it in the mornings at least.

Miss gave us our boxes while she was eating breakfast today, each contained a big purple permanent marker pen. Both of us were quite confused until she explained. “Body writing day, sluts. You’re first going to label yourselves with something that you’ll keep all month. Then you’re going to write something on each other, and then I’ll write something on you both. So boy, climb up on the table so I can see what you write”.

I was very glad she went to him first because I really had no clue what to write. I mean, he obviously didn’t either, and climbed up onto the table and sat there confused. I was too distracted thinking to watch, but when my turn came I got a look as he climbed down; “Miss’ toy” scrawled messily on one thigh. I must admit to feeling a bit superior as I climbed up, certain my idea was better. But that was soon overtaken by the sheer feeling of exposure I felt sitting there in front of Miss with my legs spread. It was as though I was going to be her dessert. Read more »

Advent Kinkendar: December 3rd [Ffm]

Well I didn’t spend the night in the suspension; apparently that wouldn’t be safe haha. But it was pretty late (or maybe early) when they finally finished fucking and came to let me down. But not before he fucked me, left a load in my pussy, and used my mouth to “clean off”. I lay in bed last night feeling and admiring the marks from the rope and knots; I can still feel where some of them dug in and I love it.

We had a similar wake up to yesterday this morning, Mistress fondling us awake. This time she had some precum that the boy leaked to feed me while he sucked my pussy from her fingers. His cock seems to be permanently straining against the cage; it definitely looks painful; but he still looks like he is enjoying himself, and still stares at both of our bodies all the time.

Our boxes matched this morning, and so did the contents. Under the wrapping the box looked like a very wide jewelry box – that velvet fabric covering you get on them; but it was too heavy. We opened them up to find a set of three different sized plugs; each with a large purple gem in the flared base, all made from highly polished steel. Read more »

Advent Kinkendar: December 2nd [Ffm]

Yesterday was intense. I really had not been prepared for just how intense it would be. Miss certainly knows how to push my buttons. Today has been a little easier, or maybe I’m just better prepared.

Miss woke us up while the morning was only just beginning to get light. Stark naked she crouched down between our sleeping mats and began rubbing my pussy and fondling his balls. For me that was quite a delicious way to be woken up; for him I fear it was less than ideal. I was busy moaning, but the noises he was making sounded distinctly less than pleasurable. I imagine that getting hard in that cage is rather uncomfortable.

She didn’t give me opportunity to really get into it, though, just enough to wake me up and get me wet again. Apparently satisfied she turned around and sat between our heads, her fingers from my pussy in his mouth. “Day two, sluts, hope you’re excited” she chirped cheerily, handing us each a package emblazoned with a big gold 2. Read more »

Advent Kinkender: December 1st [Ffm]

“What have I let myself in for?”

That was the main thought running through my head as I stood on the doorstep. Sure I was excited, exhilarated even, but that didn’t stop me also being incredibly nervous.

I guess I should give you the background first.

I’m Hannah, I’m 25 years old, I’m straight, and I’m a submissive. Specifically a service slut; I exist to obey others. I have some experience, mostly online, but the real life encounters I have had were incredible. So when I saw a BDSM advert online for an “Advent Kinkendar Experience”, I was intrigued. It was posted by a Domme of a similar age to myself offering just two submissives the opportunity for a 25 day BDSM package. Each day she promised a new experience for us to explore, with no expectation or requirement of commitment past the Christmas period. Read more »

Family Ties pt2 [Mf][Incest][DDlg][Bro/sis][no age]

Thankfully Joe was gone again by the time Frank got home, and with a good couple of hours before mum got home, Sara freshened up, and is waiting for him beside the front door as he walks in. “Hello, babygirl”; Frank was shocked, but it doesn’t last long as she presses herself against him and begins undressing him too.

“Hi, Daddy” she chirps; by the time she drops his trousers his cock is rock hard, and she bites her lip as she pulls it out. She kneels down, looking up at him sweetly as she opens her mouth and starts to kiss and lick. “How was your day, Daddy?”. Sara can’t help herself; asking the perfect daughterly question of her father, while playing the perfect little slut for him; she’s soaked and aching already.

“Mmmmmm” Frank groans, “Fuuuuck. My day has been good, babygirl. Thank you. You started things off so well! How about yours?” He is almost reluctant to ask, since answering will mean she has to stop. Read more »

On Demand 2.1 [Mf][D/s][Denial]

Sundays are a regular fixture; a day spent entirely in his service – and bringing friends and other Doms and/or subs isn’t an unusual occurrence either. This particular Sunday marks the four week point of your denial, and the moment you wake up you can feel it. Waking up dripping wet has become the norm recently, and part of you is surprised you haven’t woken up already playing with yourself – goodness knows the temptation is intense.

“Good morning, Sir” you roll over and make your message to him your first action after waking, followed by refreshing the message on your breast with the pen you now keep beside your bed.

“10” bleeps your phone with a new message before you’re done. You close your eyes and sigh weakly. In your current state ten edges will be absolute torture, and you’ll have to be extremely careful. He hasn’t specified anything else, so fingers it is; you lay back against your pillows and slide one hand between your legs. Fuck it feels good and you really need this; ten is more than he has asked for these four weeks, maybe today is the day? Read more »