Author: rainbows_for_lunch

I’m doing housework, and I hear you call me over. Hiding my smile, I ignore you, knowing full well the consequences. I keep doing what I’m doing and hear you call again. By the third time, my heart is pounding because I heard you stand up and storm over to me, clearly having had enough of my insolence.

You ask indignantly, “Are you fucking ignoring me?” I look up sweetly and innocently, “What do you mean? I didn’t hear anything.” I can see the irritation behind across your eyes. You grab my collar and drag me to the playroom. I’m a little worried now but it’s washed away with excitement.

You rip off what few clothes I had on and roughly lock me [into the chains in the ceiling](https://imgur.com/a/MKNLHwq), facing away from you. You reach around and attach heavy nipple clamps. I moan in response as I feel one, then two, click into place. My exposed ass bares the punishment, “Shut up, bitch.” Following the assault on my cheeks, a finger roughly slides into my mouth before forcing its way into my hole. The intrusion feels so good but I know better than to make more noise. You pull your finger out and I feel your cock head push against my hole, slick with precum. I have a love hate relationship with this. I want you deep inside me and yet I love the teasing on my hole. Without warning, your cock pushes deep inside. Fuck it feels good to be full again. Read more »

It’s been almost 5 weeks, or has it been 6? you can’t remember how long since you’ve cum. You beg and plead and one day I snap and tell you that if you want to cum so badly, then we’re going to drain your balls.

I tie you down to the table and put my dirty socks into your mouth to gag you and drape my dirty underwear over your eyes as a blindfold. And then I start my assault on your cock:

The first orgasm passes very quickly and very pleasurably for you. I hear your moans through my socks and your hips buck to meet my hands.

The second orgasm arrives a little slower and is met with significantly less pleasure than the first. Gone are the moans and bucking hips; well, your hips still buck but they buck away from my hands, trying to save you from this torture that you brought upon yourself.

The third orgasm takes almost as long as the first two combined. You are actively wriggling in your restraints, groaning in pain as you try to escape. Read more »

I want Him so bad.

I want to suck His cock and swallow His cum.

I want Him to fuck my brains out and break my brain.

I want to be His femboi slut.

I want Him to own me.

I want Him to use me.

I want Him to brainwash me so I can not think for myself.

I want Him to decide everything for me.

I want to be molded into His perfect slut.

I want to be made His bimbo.

I want Him to think for me.

I want Him to cage me.

I want to be tortured for Him.

I want Him to torture me.

I want to be His pet.

I want Him to collar me.

I want to be totally at His mercy.

I want Him so bad.

Please, Sir.

– inspiration from my submissive

I sent the instructions in a quick text: “Be naked and blindfolded on the couch when I get home.” I knew you’d expect me about my usual time of 5:45 but what you didn’t know was that tonight, I was making a detour. I wasn’t quite sure how much longer it would take, since I was sort of making it up. I figured it would add about 20 minutes to my arrival and since you were blindfolded, it would feel like an hour.

I got home shortly after six, knowing you’d been there since before 5:45 gave my cock a twitch. There was nothing I could to do mask the sound of an opening door, but what I could do is mask my foot steps, not allowing you to know where I was. I walked stealthy into the living room and watch you squirm. “How adorable,” I thought to myself, “your cock is hard as rock already.” I smile, careful not to laugh and betray my position of observation. I quickly and quietly walk over to the couch and push my hand onto your throat. You start to speak and I quickly clamp my hand down on your mouth. I hear your heavy breathing in and out of your nose. I give you one command, “Up.” You rise and follow where my hands lead you. Read more »