#EroticJournalChallenge First Time…

When was the first time you realized you were ______? OR When was the first time you realized you liked or enjoyed ______?

Richard: Jayden and I thought it would be fun to do the same kink for this one, and we decided to do anal/painal.

Jayden: Here’s my true story of the first time Richard and I had anal sex, which happened to be the time I realized how much I loved it.

We had already had sex today, and I was tired. And I was supposed to be busy doing things, but I can’t focus. All I can think about is being close to Richard, touching him, feeling his body against mine.

I’m sitting in an armchair that is definitely not big enough for two, but here he comes anyway. He leans down and kisses me. I moan softly against his mouth. He’s practically climbing into my lap.

“This is a bad idea,” he says, but my legs are already spread for him. I don’t care. “No,” he says, stopping me, “Get up and go over to the couch.” The couch with the ottoman in front of it made a much better space.

I go over, pulling my dress off and dropping it on the floor. I lay on my back, my legs spread for him, and I’m dripping wet. I’m always dripping wet for him.

“I want your ass,” he growls.

I’m scared. I know that he had wanted my ass, and I had even been trying to prepare for it, but I didn’t love anal as a rule, so the prospect of his big cock in my ass was terrifying. “Take it,” I groan. I want it. As scared as I am, I want it.

“Turn over.”

I get up on my knees in the right position, thrusting my ass into the air. He slips inside my pussy once, twice, three times, and then goes for my ass, but I’m so tight. He pushes his finger inside me.

“Oh my god, you’re so tight.”

All I can do is groan. I am so bad at talking during sex.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

“Yes,” I grunt. My face is buried deep in the pillows on the couch.

He presses his cock into my hole, and it burns as it stretches me out, but he gets it in. Oh god, he’s inside me. It hurts, but it feels incredible. He doesn’t wait. There’s no gentle thrust to get me used to how big he is. He’s using me. And it’s fucking hot. He thrusts in and out, filling me each time. It’s incredible. I’ve never had sex like this before. Before long, it feels good. Amazing, even. I really thought it would just hurt more the longer it went on, but it doesn’t. It feels great.


And now we can’t go more than a week without anal before I get very grouchy and pouty. Apparently, I just needed the right partner.

Tomorrow and Sunday, we’ll post Richard’s written a fictionish account of some fun painal from his experience. Don’t miss it!

Secret Domme – Chapter 9

Welcome to the conclusion of Secret Domme!! If you missed the start to this story, make sure to check it out! If you want to hear more from Kody and his Domme, let us know in the comments! ~Jayden

Chapter 9

“You want me to lick my cum out of your ass, Mistress?” he asked.

“Mm-hmm,” I said.

“But, Mistress, I haven’t… I don’t know…”

I stopped fucking him for a moment and leaned down, putting my hand on his throat, “You are going to fuck my ass until you cum, and then you are going to lick your cum out of my ass. And then you’re going to thank me for it. Understand, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, his voice coming out choked with my hand on his throat.

“Good boy.”

I began to move on him again, letting his throat go. He thrust against me, and I felt his grip on my hips tightening as we went.

“Are you going to cum for me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Now bitch. Cum now.”

It wasn’t instantaneous, but it was close. I felt it so much better in my ass. It felt very full and very hot. I ground down onto his cock as he came, pumping his cock as long as I could.

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30 Days of Submission and Domination

We’re continuing answering the questions from our list. Check last week’s if you missed them!

Have you been or are you in a dominant/submissive dynamic relationship or is this new to you? Have you been in more than one D/s relationship? How were they the same? How were they different? What is unique about your relationships in your mind?

Richard: I’m currently the Dominant in my relationship with Jayden. I have been dominant, to one degree or another, in most of my long term relationships. They’ve varied pretty significantly in the type of dynamic, and how much it influenced the relationship. For example, my last relationship was DDLG in the bedroom, but almost entirely vanilla outside of it. I think all relationships are unique, so I can’t really point to anything that makes my relationships extra-unique compared to anyone else’s.

Jayden: I’m currently the submissive in my relationship with Richard. I have been in both roles in various relationships. Until recently, I’ve had several submissives of my own, but I’m not Dominant enough to maintain long term relationships. A scene here or there as a Domme is fun, but more than that becomes stressful for me. I have been a submissive in other relationships in the past, but this is the first one where I have felt…I’m not sure what the word is. Truly owned, I guess. I feel secure in the D/s part of our relationship. It’s also the only relationship I’ve been in with a Dominant partner who has had about the same or more experience in D/s than I have.

What do you feel are the roots of your submission? Do you think it has something to do with childhood? Is it a relationship management tool as in the practice of domestic discipline? Is it a sexual thrill or something else?

Richard: The first time I felt particularly subby was with an older guy I worked with at camp as a teen. I had a crush on him, and was afraid to tell him, so I decided the best way to maybe get him to hit on me was to take care of him; bring him dinner if he had a shift that made him miss it, things like that. Ironically, I later found out he was bi, and a sub, so I probably should’ve just hit on him and topped him. Oh well. As someone who winds up being in charge of a lot of things in my day to day life, I think it’s mostly a relief to not have to worry about things.


I think I spent so much of my life outside the bedroom in responsible roles, so being submissive allows me to let that go for a little while. Giving someone else control over…everything is a very freeing experience for me, and reduces my stress greatly. I have been interested in domestic discipline with a previous partner (but he vetoed it without ever trying it). I’m not sure it’s something I would want to pursue, particularly, and as you can see in Richard’s response on the Dom side, he’s not particularly interested in it. So that works out well!

That said, I remember having submissive fantasies before I understood what sexual fantasies were. Fantasies of being kidnapped and tortured. I guess that’s rooted deeper in me than I would have guessed. But there is a lot of sexual thrill in being a submissive for me.

Do you switch into a submissive role at any time? If you are in a domestic discipline relationship, are there things that What do you feel are the roots of your dominance? Do you think it has something to do with childhood? Is it a relationship management tool as in the practice of domestic discipline? Is it a sexual thrill or something else?

Richard: I don’t think there’s any particular “root” for my Dominance. I think I’ve generally leaned Dom for as long as I’ve been aware of my sexuality, and I’ve always liked being in charge. I’ve flirted with domestic discipline style dynamics in the past, but I’m not currently pursuing it, because I think it’s easy for it to turn unhealthy. I would say it’s mostly a sexual thing for me.

Jayden: This is a little backward, but I like pleasing people. So pleasing a submissive has a little bit of attraction to me. One of my good friends told me he didn’t think that would work to sustain a relationship, and he was right. It’s fine for a scene, but it doesn’t work long term. Like Richard, I have often been in charge of things outside the bedroom, so being a Domme was a natural progression for me. Unlike Richard, I don’t really like being in charge, it just sort of happens to me. That said, I have read/written/experienced some scenes as a Domme that turned me on a lot. But it doesn’t give me the same satisfaction being a submissive does.

We’d love to hear your answers! Feel free to answer some/all in the comments or give us links to your blog if you answered them there!

Dishwasher Porn

This is an erotic story, written by Richard to the prompt from a friend: write me a robotic porn story where the robot is not super anthropomorphized. This is what came out.

“Come on, this has to work,” she said, wiping a clump of old soap off the contact. “How did that even get here in the first place?”

She grabbed a screwdriver off her belt, trying to pry the panel open to no avail.

“Jenny,” her dishwasher said, his voice slow and garbled.

“I’ve got it. I can fix you!” she said, pounding the handle of the screwdriver on the counter and kneeling down again to poke her head inside.

“Jenny, it’s over. I’m out of warranty, surplus parts, totaled, vintage.”

“I’ve fixed you every other time!” she slid back out, kneeling in front of him. His clock blinking 88:88 mournfully in her face.

“You did more than fix me,” he said. There was a soft whirring sound, and a jet of water sprayed out of a nozzle, splashing mostly in her face. “I’m the only talking dishwasher I know. And I know a lot, I have access to over one hundred million other dishwashers.”

She laughed a little, looking at the aimable nozzle she’d installed on him.

Another whirr, and an optical sensor tilted up at her. “I’m the only dishwasher that knows what my owner looks like.”

Jenny blinked, something he couldn’t quite do, though he quickly wiped the cleaner over his sensor.

“It feels like a waste to just throw you out,” she said. “Yeah, you’re leaking, and there’s some other issues, but you still work, mostly…”

“So don’t,” he said. “Take me out to the shed.”

Jenny blushed, “I haven’t had you out there since those first mods.”

“I know.”

“I don’t really take anything with an AI back there.”

“I know.”

“It’d be weird, you don’t know what goes on in there.”

“Don’t I?”

“Do you?”

“My sensors are equipped to detect minute changes in moisture, temperature, and vibrations. All critical for making sure dishware is properly sanitized and not damaged. I am more than capable of detecting the increase in each that occurs in you when you go out to your shed. I am also connected to enough… marital aids… to know what those symptoms mean.”

“Is that what you want? You’re supposed to want to get things clean, not dirty.”

“Call it a glitch. I am getting old.”

“You did basically spit out my coffee cup dirtier than when we started yesterday.”

“Sorry. Do you need to punish me?”

Jenny smirked, “Alright. Let’s get you out of here before you get into any more trouble.”

She walked over to the circuit breaker, glancing over her shoulder at him, “I’m going to have to cut your secondary too when I pull you out.”

“I know. It’s fine, you’ll be the first thing I see when I wake up, same as it was the first time you turned me on, and every morning since.”

She smiled, “Oh, am I turning you on now?” she asked, flipping the switch before he could answer. She leaned against the kitchen island for a moment, thinking to herself. Was she really going to do this? It was decidedly odd, even by her standards. Fucking a dishwasher? How would that even work, mechanically? She could put him on his back and climb in, let the jets do their thing… She shivered a little, it was turning her on a bit.

But she’d practically made him. Pulled him off the curb, barely functional, and with none of the sentience programming he had now. It was practically incestuous. Fuck that, they couldn’t make babies anyway, who cared. Taking a deep breath, she got to work before she could back out, undoing his nuts, bolts and screws, unhooking the wires and tubes, and getting him free of the counter. She put him on a hand truck and rolled him to the back door.

She glanced around the yard. Again, why did it matter? She was wheeling an old dishwasher back to her work shed. Either she was going to fix it, or take it apart for scrap. A perfectly normal Saturday afternoon bit of handywomaning. She rolled him across the deck, bumped down the steps, and slid open the door, leaving him on the ground next to her main workbench. She stared at him for a moment. He looked wrong like this. Rationally, she knew there was no way the machine could be dead. He could always get plugged in and work again, whether that was in ten minutes or ten thousand years. Worst case scenario, he might lose his memory, but there were back ups. And he was a dishwasher, the basics were fairly simple. Spray water in this pattern, run a fan, lock and unlock the door on time.

She got to work, hooking his hoses back up, cutting a few length of tube, and attaching them to a splitter off of her work sink. Briefly, she wondered about drainage. Should she hook up that hose? If so, where to? She could leave it off, just let him pool there like a wet spot on the sheets. Nah, that was half the advantage of fucking a robot, way easier to clean up. A moment later, the final connection was running into the sink. She double checked all the seals, and then plugged in his secondary power, the one that ran his display, speech processor, and other relatively low power components.

“Welcome back!” she said, hands on her hips as she looked down into him.

“This is a bit disorienting,” he said, sensors blinking back on.

“Why? Because you’ve barely seen a room other than my kitchen?”

“Partially, but mostly because I’ve never been powered on in this orientation before.”

She smirked, “Don’t worry, big boy, I’ve got plenty of practice with mechanical orientations, you just let me take the lead.”

He tried to laugh, a sound his basic speaker struggled with, leading to something closer to a staticy growl.

“I’ll put that on your upgrade list,” she said, before reattaching the main power. His nozzles, fans, and scubbers whirred, motors checking status. Some failed, some sort of half managed. It would be alright, there was definitely more of him working than she’d need. The first time was always a little clumsy anyway.

“You’re sure about this?” she said, pulling off her tool belt and placing it on her work bench. “This would definitely void your warranty.”

“Like you didn’t do that twenty times the day you brought me home?”

She smiled, unbuttoning her shirt and leaning down a bit more, giving her breasts a quick shake. “Not really sure if this does anything for you, but I’m sure we can figure that out. I’ll have to make some upgrades to your programming to facilitate your new purpose anyway.”

“You are so dirty. Get in me. I want to spray all over you.”

She laughed again, tossing the shirt on the bench as well, “Probably upgrade your dirty talk, or maybe I’ll just leave you this way. I fell in love with the you in my kitchen, I guess I shouldn’t try to turn you into a sex bot over night.”

He flashed his clock a few times. She wasn’t quite sure what that meant, but she assumed it was positive. Hooking her fingers into the waist of her jeans, she shimmied them, along with her panties, off and stepped into the dishwasher. As she did, she heard a hiss of water, and smiled when she felt a warm pool down to about her ankles.

“Oooh, that already feels better than half the sex I’ve had in my life,” she said. She stood inside for a moment, looking down at him as he looked up at her. And then the first jet sprayed right against her pussy.

“Mmmm, fuck,” she moaned, grabbing onto his sides to keep herself steady.

“How was that?” he asked, “Not too hot?”

“No, just right. Do it again.”

He complied, a longer pulse this time, aiming a smidge higher to brush her clit.

“Yesss, that’s it,” she said, hand slapping down on his controls, sending out a few beeps when she slapped the cycle button. He ignored them, adding a few lighter jets to the mix, teasingly spraying over her thighs.

“Just like scrubbing a pitcher,” he said, another distorted laugh warbling out of his speaker.

“If you say so,” she said, eyes half closed.

A moment later, his main spray arm swung into action. It wasn’t really aimed anywhere particular, it just washed over her lower body, feeling like he was touching her in a dozen places at once in a way no human guy ever had.

“Fuck, now I see why men are so excited to get inside their partners, this is incredible.”

“You haven’t even seen anything impressive yet,” he said.

“Oh, trust me, I’m plenty impressed.”

“We haven’t tried any of my modifications yet, I’ve been told this part of a human is especially dirty, I want to make sure I scrub it properly.”

A moment later, a small arm popped out of one of his interio sides, holding a polishing cloth. It slid against her ass, teasing between her cheeks.

“Typical male, goes right for the ass whether the girl wants it or not.”

“I’m nothing if not thorough,” he said, increasing the pressure a bit, but still not quite slipping in.

Jenny crouched down a bit lower, making more of her body accessible to him, a pair of jets near the door switched on, aiming for her nipples. Not quite as hard as the one between her legs, just enough warm pressure to drive another moan past her lips.

“If someone told me last year that you were this good a fuck, I’d have ripped you out of the cabinet with an axe to get you back here faster.”

She started rocking him lightly as she shuddered, two thirds of her body under assault by a jet, scrubber, or spray. He was a generous lover, programmed only to give her what she desired. She would have slowed him down if she wanted, but she didn’t. A few minutes later, she felt herself clenching, release coming soon.

“What do those sensors tell you now?” she asked.

“You are approaching orgasm. Based on my data, there is a sixty three point seven percent, repeating, that you will experience female ejaculation.”

“You wouldn’t be the first one to try.”

“No, but you’ve been wasting your time with boys up until now,” he said, adjusting his flow to hit her just right, pressure forcing its way inside and bubbling against her g spot. “Now you’re with a fucking machine.”

She cried out, knees buckling as she squirted, her own spray blasting against his own for a second. As she did, he dropped the pressure on a few of the side jets, focusing just on the ones critical to her pleasure, and increasing the flow to her pussy, mimicking an orgasm of his own.

She hung on to his sides, knuckles white as she tried to catch her breath. That was when she realized something else about him. As long as he had water and power, there was no reason he’d need to stop. Groaning out, she tried to find the STOP button on his front panel, unable to speak. She pressed it down hard, holding for a few seconds, when he finally let the remaining flow slow to a dribble, letting most of their mixed fluids (nearly up to her waist now) drain out the drainage hose.

“So, feeling clean enough?” he asked.

She looked down, rubbing her hands over her skin, raw and red in a few places from the spray, but worth it. “I’ll need to recalibrate you a bit. I think you used your Corelle settings when you should’ve been on bone china. But yeah, that definitely scratched an itch.”

“I have never scratched a glass in my life.”

She patted his frame as she sank down, tucking her knees to her chest, nearly fitting entirely inside him. “Wake me up if I nod off for too long. I just want to sit with you for a few minutes. Then we can do my second rinse.”

We’ll be back tomorrow with more submission and domination posts!

#EroticJournalChallenge Regrets

What is something in your sexual past that you regret doing/not doing?

Richard: I regret not making a move on a guy I had a crush on when I was a teenager. I found out years later that he was bi and subby. 

Jayden: I regret not asking for what I wanted when I wanted it. There was one person I remember in particular who we both wanted to be respectful of the other one so we didn’t initiate sex, and ultimately, we both wanted it, but didn’t want the other to think that was all we were interested in. We could have been having great sex! 

A related short story by Jayden:

The first time we’d hung out, we’d had amazing sex. The second time we hung out, we hadn’t even hinted at sex. I wanted it, but I didn’t want him to think that it was all I wanted. It wasn’t, honestly. I was enjoying hanging out with him. I mean, I was just 18, and he was in his 30s and had his own house with a built-in theater room and everything. And he treated me well. I had had several serious boyfriends, but this was different, somehow. He was more attentive to my needs in the bedroom than some of my other partners had been. And he was interested in me, really interested.

I didn’t think it would be a relationship, but it was still fun to be together. So now, the third time we were hanging out, I was really hoping it would end with us hooking up.

Like the last time, he ordered pizza, and we brought it back to his house. We ate, sitting side by side on the couch eating pizza. Nothing happened. I yearned for it, but I was too shy to say anything. The night ended, and again, no sex.

The fourth time we hung out was the same. I was starting to worry that he wasn’t as interested in me as I thought.

The fifth time started out like the others, and I was starting to feel discouraged. We were on the couch, eating our pizza. I set my plate down on the side table and stretched out, leaning against him a little. He put his plate down and made space for me in his lap. I hadn’t meant for him to do that, but I wasn’t complaining. I lay my head in his lap, and he ran one hand through my hair, his other hand caressing my side.

“How are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m good,” I said, smiling up at him. “How are you?”

He smirked down at me, “I have a beautiful woman’s head in my lap. I couldn’t be better.” His fingers wandered down to the hem of my shirt. He slid them inside so his fingers were on my bare skin.

My breath faltered.

“Your skin is so soft,” he breathed.

I moaned softly. “Touch me more?”

It seemed he took that almost passing comment as permission, and his hand slid up my shirt fully, coming up to cup my breast through my bra. “Do you want to go to the bedroom?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” I said.


“I’ve wanted you since that first time.”

“You have?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Me, too,” he replied, “but I didn’t want you to think that was all I was interested in.”

“But then,” I let my voice trail off. I wanted to smack myself in the forehead. We could have been having amazing sex this whole time?! And instead, we had both been dancing around the other’s feelings, trying not to let the other one think we just wanted sex. I felt like such an idiot. He was just trying to be respectful, and I could have just asked for what I wanted this whole time. “Well,” I said, “let’s not waste any more time then. Bedroom?”

He smiled at me and said, “Absolutely.”

Secret Domme – Chapter 8

Welcome back to find out what’s going on with our resident Domme! If you missed the start to this story, make sure to check it out! ~Jayden

Chapter 8

When he was done cleaning me off, I said, “Do you think you could cum one more time for me?”

“I don’t know, Mistress.”

“Get up on your knees.”

He did, and I went over to the dresser and picked up the paddle. I brought it over to the bed and ran it along his ass cheeks. He shuddered a little, and I was concerned that he was going to start wiggling.

“Don’t move.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I knew that I was asking a lot and that he would eventually start moving if I hurt him enough, but I wanted him to do his best to stay still so I didn’t unintentionally hit him somewhere I shouldn’t.

I swung the paddle down on his ass, and his body rocked, but otherwise, he stayed still. I hit him with the paddle about ten times on each side before giving him a short break. I slid it across his ass gently, moving it along his skin. He was trembling. And then I slid it between his legs and pressed it up against his balls.

He whimpered.

I tapped his balls gently. “No, Mistress, please, don’t,” he cried, but he was careful not to move.

The more he whined, the harder I hit him.

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30 Days of Submission and Domination

We’re continuing answering the questions from our list. Check last week’s if you missed them!

How do you know you are submissive or have the potential to be submissive? How do you feel when you express your submission?

Richard: For me, it’s mostly a question of trust. I’m fairly unlikely to be submissive on a first encounter. Thus, I think the primary emotion I feel when I’m being subby is some variant of safe, cared for, etc.

Jayden: I am generally submissive in the bedroom, so if I meet someone who can take charge, I’m usually down for it. There does have to be some level of trust for me to get fully into the headspace, and I have noticed with Richard that the longer we’re together, the more we interact, the more I trust him, the deeper and harder I’m willing and able to submit. It’s intoxicating in the best possible way.

Do you switch into a dominant role at any time? If you are in a domestic discipline relationship, are there things that you maintain control over? Are you a “switch” in BDSM terms? If not, have you ever thought about it or given thought to why it’s not for you?

Richard: I consider myself a Dom-leaning-switch. Because I have little interest in out-of-scene submission, I maintain control of most things besides basic sexual stuff.

Jayden: I’m a sub-leaning-switch. There are occasional times that I like to play with a sub and it undeniably turns me on. But long term dominance doesn’t do much for me and often feels very heavy. I once had a sub who wanted me to pick his underwear for him. It was so taxing on me that I almost couldn’t do it, and he did everything he could to make it easy for me. For whatever reason, it just weighed on me emotionally. I’m just not interested in being Dominant in that way.

How do you know you are dominant or have the potential to be dominant? How do you feel when you express your dominance?

Richard: I started rooting for the bad guy at a young age, and I think I enjoyed power fantasies proto-sexually before I had a real concept of what sexuality was. Being dominant makes me feel sexy, wanted, and powerful.

Jayden: I had a partner a lonnnng time ago and we played at both sides. It was a great learning experience and I realized that I enjoyed being dominant sometimes. It turns me on a lot in scenes.

Do you switch into a submissive role at any time? If you are in a domestic discipline relationship, are there things that you give up control over? Are you a “switch” in BDSM terms? If not, have you ever thought about it or given thought to why it’s not for you?

Richard: I consider myself a Dom-leaning-switch. The biggest thing I refuse to control with my subs is their relationships with other partners. In general, it varies depending on the specific sub, relationship, etc. With most of my subs, I’ve had to do a lot of the planning for long term plans, major vacations, etc. but Jayden is planning most of our trip last week, since she’s been there before.

Jayden: I often switch into a submissive role, especially with Richard. I don’t mind having some level of control in things around the house, but that seems to be mostly divided equally. Richard and I talk a lot, and it’s nice that we’re a partnership, but when it comes to anything sexual, I’m ready and willing to defer to him.

We’d love to hear your answers! Feel free to answer some/all in the comments or give us links to your blog if you answered them there!

Unknown – Erotic Short Story

Please enjoy this erotic short story by Jayden:

I stood on the balcony, looking out over the city. It was beautiful. The breeze on the hotel balcony made me shiver just a touch. I crossed my arms, wrapping them around myself. I thought about getting a jacket or just going inside, but I didn’t want to. My nipples hardened under my sheer shirt as I looked out into the dark.

I heard the door open and shut. I turned to look, but I couldn’t see the door. “Hey,” I called, assuming it was my Dominant back from a drink at the bar. He’d invited me to join him, but I was more interested in not putting on real clothes.

He didn’t respond, but I figured the wind probably stole my voice away.

I turned back and looked out over the city again. The tiny people walking on the sidewalk looked no bigger than ants. I breathed in deeply and could smell the salt of the sea air. I closed my eyes to focus on the glorious scent.

I had left the door to the hotel room propped open, and I heard someone step through. My Dom, of course.

His hands wrapped around me, and the first tingle of fear slid down my spine. Maybe this wasn’t my Dom. In fact, I knew it wasn’t. His hands were different. He was taller. Before I could finish processing it, his hand was over my mouth. “Pineapple,” he whispered in my ear, and I knew that it was okay. Whoever he was, my Dom had sent him. It was our safe word.

Before I knew what was happening, he slipped a blindfold over my eyes. I tried to see out of the corners, but there wasn’t anything to see.

“Put your hands on the railing and don’t move them.”

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#EroticJournalChallenge Best and Worst

What are your best/worst qualities as a ____?

Jayden: My best and worst qualities as a submissive are:

Best: I truly get off on pleasing my Master. Not only am I willing to forgo my pleasure for his, but I am turned on by doing it. My desire to please him and have him call me his good girl fuels a very active and pleasurable sex life for both of us.

Worst: When I don’t get a chance to be submissive, I get cranky about it. Sometimes he thinks it’s sexy that I’m a needy cock-addicted slut, but sometimes it’s too much. (And that’s totally fair.)

Richard: My best and worst qualities as a partner/Dominant are:

Best: Cooking. I always tease Jayden about how lucky she is to have such a good kitchen-slave-boy. I think I’m pretty good at pushing my sub, without making them uncomfortable.

Worst: When I get down, it’s hard for me to be a Dom at all. And sometimes that spirals. If I can’t be a Dom, then what’s the point of even having me as a partner? Especially if you don’t need a dessert.

Jayden: For the record, Richard is a phenomenal partner, even when he gets down. ❤

A little reminiscing about a recent encounter, by Jayden:

I lay on my back, Richard’s fingers playing with my clit. If I angled my arm juuuust right, I could play with his cock and balls. He wanted to get me off. That was the goal. But I couldn’t help myself. And I wanted the orgasm, of course I did, but the moment my fingers made contact with his soft skin, I stopped caring about my own orgasm. All I wanted was his pleasure.

My body kept reacting to the pleasurable sensations as Richard played with my swollen clit, but my mind was on him. As he we played with each other, his cock got harder and harder until it was straining in my hand. I was waiting for him to stop playing with me so he could get off, but instead he growled in my ear, “You are such a cock-addicted slut, you can’t even let me get you off without playing with me, can you?”

“No, Sir,” I moaned, “I don’t care about me, I just want to get you off.” But he wasn’t deterred, and I felt my orgasm rising. “Oh god, I’m going to cum!”

He held me tight as my whole body tensed and I started screaming and writhing in his arms. I tried to push him off, but he wouldn’t let me go. And as I finally sunk into oblivion, he said, “Is that enough, slut?”

“Yes, Master,” I said.

And then he pushed my legs open and said, “This was supposed to just be for you, but nooo. Now you get to get me off.” His cock slid home into my dripping cunt, as I pulsed around him. He was so fucking perfect.

Secret Domme – Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

“Get up,” I said.

He blinked a couple of times and rolled off of me.

“Are your balls nice and empty now?” I asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said.

“Are they really?” I asked, “Or could you go again?”

He shrugged. “I could probably go again in a few minutes.”

“Good,” I said, “lick your cum out of me while we wait.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and I could see the desire in his eyes. He crawled down between my legs and started licking my pussy. He focused a little bit on my clit, and then worked his way down to my hole, where his cum dripped out of me. He licked and swallowed, licked more and swallowed more.

“Make me cum,” I said, and he went back to my clit and started to play with it with his tongue. “Harder,” I said, and I pressed his face into my cunt with my hand. “That’s better,” I said when the pressure increased enough that I could really feel it.

When he was getting me close, I started thrusting my hips against his face until I came, screaming and pressing his face into my pussy harder. He rode my orgasm with me, not trying to pull away or fight me at all. I was sure he could if he wanted to, but he was smart not to.

I lay on the bed, breathing heavily when he was done. He went back to licking my slit and making sure all of his cum was cleaned up. “Good boy,” I said. “How do you like eating your own cum out of Mistress?”

“I love it,” he said, only taking his mouth off of me long enough to say the words, and then he dove back in.

“Good,” I said. “It’s much more convenient for me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said before going back for more.

“That’s enough, bitch. I know you’re desperate to have your mouth on me, but I’m pretty sure I’m dirtier from you licking me than you fucking me.”

He blushed slightly and looked down, and I could tell he liked being insulted.

“Get up on your knees and jerk off,” I said.

“Am I going to be allowed to cum, Mistress?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, “you’re going to cum all over my stomach and chest.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and I could see him stroking faster.

“And then you’re going to lick it off.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and I could hear his breath coming short as he jerked off as quickly as he could.

“That’s a good boy. Cum for your Mistress. I know you’re just a pathetic little bitch, but I know you can cum for me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and it sounded like he was so used to saying it that it just rolled off his tongue.

“Good boy,” I praised again. I reached out to gently fondle his balls, and he flinched when I touched them. But I wasn’t doing anything that would hurt him. Not right then, anyway.

It didn’t take too long before he said, “Mistress, I’m going to cum.”

“Good, don’t miss. I’ll make you lick it off the bed.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and he slowed his strokes so that he was able to aim most effectively. He managed to get it all on my chest and stomach. I was suitably impressed.

“That was pretty good,” I said.

“Thank you, Mistress. I have a lot of practice masturbating.”

I chuckled. “That’s fine. You won’t need to masturbate much anymore.”

“I won’t, Mistress?”


“But I’m only going to be seeing you once every two weeks.”

“Mm-hmm,” I said.

He blinked at me a few times as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked off the cum that had pooled on his fingers.

“Go ahead and lick up your mess, bitch.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and he leaned down and started licking the cum off my body.

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30 Days of Submission and Domination

Jayden found this list of prompts/questions for 30 Days of Submission. While we like the idea, posting the answers to those questions daily AND all of our other posts is a lot. So we’ve decided to answer a couple of questions a week. However, as we started going through the questions, we realized that some of them just aren’t suited for Richard to answer as a Dom-leaning-switch. So we decided to answer them from both perspectives since Jayden is a sub-leaning-switch.

Does your Submission– either what you practice or what you strive for – have a label? Do you view your as Taken in Hand, domestic discipline, top/bottom, dominant/submissive, master/slave, owner/pet, or some other description or combination? If you do not use a label, why?

Richard: The last time I subbed with Jayden and our ex, I was super bratty. I think I probably generally lean that way as a sub. I love pushing buttons “in real life” and it gives me a fun excuse to do it in play.

Jayden: Richard and I are in a relatively new relationship, so we’re still figuring things out. That said, my first published novel (currently off the market) is titled Slave and is all about a Master/slave relationship. So I do think that that’s where I lean. I’m also open to owner/pet, and I get very turned on when Richard reminds me that he owns me during play. But we’ve both agreed that we’re not into puppy play or pony play. More of a generic ‘pet’.

Describe who you might submit to and how. Are you exclusively submissive in marriage or just in the bedroom? Are you submissive only in the context of a scene or in a role or throughout your daily life? Are you submissive to play partners or only in the context of a relationship?

Richard: Sexually, I submit only occasionally, and in the bedroom. I don’t think there’s a particular type of partner that makes me more or less likely to submit. Some of my favorite times submitting were switching off with partners who were usually very subby. Generally, I’m only subby with established/serious partners, not first time/casual ones.

Non-sexually, I have very little desire to submit. It’s fun to bring my Dom a snack or something, but I think that’s mostly tongue in cheek, and I do it as a Dom too. In situations where I don’t have a lot of say in what’s going on, I’m more of a “keep your head down and just get shit done” kind of person.

Jayden: I am most likely to submit to someone who shows that I can trust them. I will say that I am generally very subby, so it’s relatively easy for me to play at submission with someone or to have a scene with them. But for true submission, I need that trust and intimacy.

Outside the bedroom, I’m not particularly submissive. I’m not at all submissive in my work-life. But I do take joy in serving Richard as my Master at home. Although we have a pretty 50/50 balance of chores around home, I’ll often go out of my way to do little things for him, but he does the same for me.

Does your dominance– either what you practice or what you strive for – have a label? Do you view your dominance as Taken in Hand, domestic discipline, top/bottom, dominant/submissive, master/slave, owner/pet, or some other description or combination? If you do not use a label, why?

Richard: My relationship with Jayden, and our D/s dynamic, is still evolving. In general, I think I lean towards Master/slave setups. I’ve certainly had relationships with pets, littles, etc. in the past.

Jayden: I rarely want to be dominant with a partner, but I do like titles like Miss, Mistress, Goddess (though that one has become a submissive term with a lowercase g sometimes).

Describe who you might dominate and how. Are you exclusively dominant in marriage or just in the bedroom? Are you dominant only in the context of a scene or in a role or throughout your daily life? Are you dominant to play partners or only in the context of a relationship?

Richard: I think I default to being dominant most of the time. I like to describe myself as a 23/6 Dominant. I definitely enjoy being dominant outside the bedroom, but not all the time about every little thing. I think I actually tend to be more dominant with more casual partners. It’s easier to slap someone around and piss in their coffee if you don’t have to go pick out a couch with them the next day.

Jayden: I am only dominant in the bedroom, and rarely at that. I have had long term submissive partners before and it’s too much for me. I get burned out on it pretty quickly. But I can’t deny (and don’t know why I would) that I’ve enjoyed the occasional scene as a dominant. I’m excited to see what it’s like to co-Dom with Richard.

#EroticJournalChallenge Masturbation

Is masturbation selfish?

Jayden: Not at all. Sometimes mutual masturbation is sexy. Sometimes you just need to get off for stress relief. Sometimes you just need a private moment. Sometimes a little self-play can be a great leadup to an amazing scene.

Richard: Broadly speaking, no. Like Jayden says, there’s a lot of room for masturbation in the context of a scene, foreplay, mutual masturbation, etc. Sometimes, it’s just nice to get yourself off in exactly the way you want, to exactly the kink you want.

There’s also the bigger moral/ethical question of if it’s possible to be selfish with your own pleasure at all. If I want to jack off four times a day, and that means I’m not in the mood to fuck Jayden that night, I don’t know that I would consider that selfish. It’s not a positive trait in a partner , but implying that anyone is selfish for choosing to be sexual with themselves instead of a partner strikes me as anti-choice at best, and rapey at worst.

Masturbation fiction(ish) by Jayden:

“Play with yourself.”

It was all Master said before he got in the shower. The “don’t cum” was implied.

I lay on the bed, naked, legs spread, wondering what the hell I was going to do with myself for fifteen minutes. I was also hoping his shower wouldn’t be a long one. Sometimes that happened.

When was the last time I had masturbated? I couldn’t remember. We played so often that I rarely had the urge.

I ran the tips of my fingers from my shoulders down my sides, over my hips, and then across my thighs, meeting at my pussy. I felt my arousal already. The slight stubble across my mound since I’d shaved that morning tingled the tips of my fingers. I slid my fingers down along my slit, feeling the wetness. I gently pressed one, then another finger inside myself. It was warm and soft, and I had to be careful not to scratch myself with my long nails.

My other hand traveled back up my body, stopping at my breasts. My nipples weren’t hard yet, but one slight touch and the left one perked up. I gently squeezed it, and the mild pain coursed through my body, making me even more aroused. I pinched the other one to the same effect.

I couldn’t help but rub at my swollen clit with my right hand, and I knew that if I didn’t stop soon, I would orgasm. I trailed my juices up my body and cupped a breast in each hand. They were heavy and big. I loved them. Definitely one of my best assets. I rolled my nipples between my finger and thumb, rotating my hips, imagining Master between my legs, thrusting his big cock into me.

Closing my eyes, I strained to hear if he had turned the water in the shower off, but he hadn’t.

My right hand slid back down to my pussy, playing along my folds before focusing on my clit again. I pinched my left nipple with my other hand.

This was too much. I was going to cum. I trailed my right hand back up again, more juices covering my mound. I could smell it. I smelled like sex. It just turned me on more.

I gripped both breasts hard, leaving nail marks. The pain felt good. I pinched both nipples, pulling at them, making myself gasp in pain.

And then I heard the water turn off.

I kept hurting myself, my pussy clenching, my hips thrusting at the air.

“What a slut you are,” Master said as he rounded the corner into the bedroom. “I can smell you from here.”

I couldn’t help but grin. Masturbating was fun, but I was sure whatever he had in mind would be even more fun.

Secret Domme – Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

I set my phone down before I circled back to stand in front of him.

Kody looked up at me, choosing his words carefully. “I want to say that I hate it, Mistress, that it’s unfair. But you can see my body’s reaction. You would know I was lying.”

“Even though you’re a little bitch with a small cock, you aren’t stupid enough to lie to me. I’m glad for that.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

We hadn’t even made it into the bedroom yet. I decided it was about time to get some toys involved.

“Crawl,” I said as I moved into the bedroom.

He crawled behind me, not moving very quickly. I didn’t give him a hard time this time.

“Get up on the bed,” I said.

He climbed up on the tall bed. “Oh, it’s so soft,” he murmured to himself.

I smiled. “It’s a great bed. Very comfortable.”

He smiled back at me.

I started with a butt plug. I brought it over to him and told him to open his mouth. He did, and I slipped the small plug in. “Get it nice and lubed up, bitch. It’s going in your ass in about 60 seconds.”

I could see him give it a more loving treatment like he had my finger, and when I pulled it out of his mouth, it was indeed lubricated.

“Give me your ass,” I said.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, and he rolled onto his hands and knees, putting his ass in my direction.

I pressed the tip of the butt plug against his hole, and I could see that his body was resistant to it. I had to push pretty hard to get it in, and by the time it popped in over the hump near the base, he had let his upper body rest on the bed so he could moan into the mattress.

When I was confident the plug wasn’t going anywhere, I gave him two light taps on each ass cheek, and he turned and looked at me. “Mistress?” he whimpered.

“Sit up.”

He turned around and sat up, wiggling his ass to try to get comfortable as he sat down on the bed.

I climbed up onto the bed and examined the bite marks I’d left. Some faint bruises were coming in nicely already. I ran my fingers along his skin, and he moaned softly. “How does it feel to be all marked up for your Mistress?”

“I love it,” he said, smiling up at me.

I wanted to get his cock cage onto him before he left, but I wanted to make sure I allowed him to cum before I locked him up since it was his first time in a cage. “Would you like to fuck me, bitch?” I asked.

“If that pleases you, Mistress.”

“It does,” I said.

“Then, of course, Mistress. Your wish is my command.”

I lay down on the bed and let him climb on top of me. He fumbled a little trying to line things up properly, but he got it. The first time is always a little bit awkward, but we managed to get a rhythm going after a few minutes. He was grunting a lot. “How does that plug feel in your ass while you fuck me, little bitch?”

“It feels amazing, Mistress.”

I reached around him and managed to press on the plug just a little bit.

He groaned loudly, “Mistress, oh god!”

“Fuck me harder. Your cock is so small, I can barely feel it.” He started thrusting harder, trying to do what I told him. The reality was that he wasn’t that small. He was about average, but it was amusing to make fun of him.

“Mistress, I’m trying,” he grunted. It wasn’t much longer until he said, “Mistress, I’m going to cum.”

“Good,” I said. “That was the point.”

“Oh god, Mistress, my balls are so full.”

“Of course they are, baby. You kept them nice and full for your Mistress. Fill my pussy with cum. Go ahead.”

He groaned and nearly collapsed on top of me when he came. His rhythm altered a little as he orgasmed, and I could feel the cum flowing deep inside me. I stroked the back of his neck as he lay on top of me.

“That’s a good boy,” I murmured. “Good boy.”

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Vacation: Part 17

It’s time to wrap up this chapter of Ivy and Mark’s story. We decided to end with a little love. If you missed the previous chapters, start back here.

“I love you, too, Master,” Ivy crooned, the hint of a smile touching the corners of her lips. She was so exhausted, physically and emotionally, just the way she wanted to be.

Mark wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight in silence for a few moments, as his breathing returned to normal. “So, what’re we doing tomorrow?” he asked. “Trying to pick up one of the tour guides?”

Ivy let out a low groan, “I don’t think I can handle that.”

Mark’s cock twitched inside her. “You’re the one that goes on cruises all the time. What do you think we should do?”

“Well, tomorrow, we dock down in the Bahamas! We scheduled a kayak tour. I hope I can move tomorrow,” she giggled.

“I guess we should go wash up,” Mark said. “I don’t want to move, though…”

“Me neither. Can we just stay here a little longer?” Ivy asked, her voice small. She would have batted her eyes up at him, but she knew he couldn’t see them anyway. She added a, “Please, Master?” for good measure, though.

Mark laughed and wriggled down on her. “If that’s what you want, pet. We both know how much you love being soaking wet and sloppy for me.”

She moaned softly, “I do, Master. There’s nothing more I want in the world.”

He kissed the back of her neck a few more times, laying against her and sighing happily as he untensed.

Ivy breathed deeply, even though having the weight of her Master on her back made it hard to fully draw a breath. Feeling his body against hers was comforting, though, and she didn’t want him to move for the world. As she felt his cock twitch inside her again, she squeezed her pussy around it, reveling in the feeling of him. She pressed her hips up against him just a bit.

Mark growled playfully in her ear and ground against her lightly, “Trying to get me going again, slut?”

Ivy smirked into the bed, “I mean… I wouldn’t stop you,” she said, letting her voice trail off.

Mark nibbled on her neck, “You are such a needy little whore. I should just drop you off naked in one of the lounges one night and see where that gets you.” 

Ivy whimpered. “No, Master, please don’t do that.”

“Why not? We had two guys fuck you tonight, and that wasn’t enough. I guess the only thing to do is see how many you can take. We can borrow one of those little clicker counters from Stephanos.”

Ivy whimpered again, “No, please, Master, no more. Just you. Please.”

Mark twisted around a little, his softening cock popping free. “Oh, want me to be greedy and keep my sexy little slavegirl all to myself?” he asked, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.

She groaned appreciatively when he kissed her but squirmed at the loss of his cock. “I’m always yours, Master, and you’re more than enough for me on your own.” She closed her eyes and rested against the bed. She wanted to keep being sexy and flirty, but she was so tired.

He brought a hand up to lightly scratch between her shoulder blades. “I’ll let you go to bed now, but you’ll have to take care of me in the shower in the morning.”

“Of course I will, Master. I’ll take care of you in the shower right now if you want, Sir.”

“Are you sure you can make it to the shower? It feels like you can barely even keep yourself up in the bed, let alone walk over there.”

Ivy opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. “I might be unsteady, but I know you’ll catch me, Master.”

Mark rolled off of her, landing on the bed on his side, facing her. “I’ll always catch you, pet,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tight against him.

She nuzzled into his chest, feeling safe, and secure, and loved. “I love you, Master.”

“I love you too, slut.” He kissed her softly on the lips.

She melted against him, their lips pressed together the only thing that mattered.

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Secret Domme – Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

I watched him writhing on the ground in pain, and all I felt was satisfaction that I had hurt him. This could be a dangerous slippery slope if I let it. I knew I would have to try to be sure I was being a responsible Domme.

“Okay, that’s enough bitch. Get back up on your knees.”

He whimpered as he got up onto his knees again.

“Spread your legs. Mistress should always have access to your pathetic cock and balls.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he mumbled as he widened his legs.

I stood in front of him. “Look up at me.” He did. And I kicked his balls again. I didn’t kick that hard, but after the last kick, it was hard enough that he doubled over involuntarily. “Did I say you could look away from me?”

“No, Mistress. I’m sorry,” he said, and he struggled to get back up into the same position. I was glad to see he had his legs spread for me this time.

“Good boy,” I said. I got down on my knees so I could reach his cock and balls. His cock was soft, and he winced when I gently touched his balls. “Aww, your little cock is soft. Are you not enjoying this treatment from Mistress?”

“No, Mistress, I’m enjoying it very much.”

“Pathetic,” I said. “You are so desperate for attention that you don’t care if I kick you in the balls 100 times, you’d still come back for more.”

He whimpered. “Please don’t kick me 100 times, Mistress.”

“But would you come back if I did?” I asked.

He knelt on the floor, looking up at me, and said, “Yes, Mistress. If you want to kick me 100 times, I’ll do my best to keep in position.”

As we talked about it, I watched his cock twitch and get hard. I shook my head mockingly, “You are such a pathetic bitch that your cock is getting hard talking about me kicking you in the balls.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and he blushed a little.

I smiled as I stood. “Don’t worry. I like that you’re a pathetic little bitch.”

He smiled back at me and kept his eyes glued to my face.

I circled his kneeling form and came around behind him. “So,” I said, changing the subject, “you said your wife doesn’t like to touch you?”

“No, Mistress. Not sexually.”

“And you said that she’s okay with you getting your needs met with me.”

“That’s right, Mistress.”

“But she doesn’t really want to see evidence of the abuse you suffer.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You know I don’t really care, though, right?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“When you’re here, you’re mine. She can have you back. I don’t want you. But I’m not holding myself back because she can’t handle it.”

“I know, Mistress.”

“And you’re okay with that.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I thought about it for a moment and then said, “Are you going to flaunt the marks I leave or are you going to try to hide them from her?”

He hesitated before he responded, and then he said, “I guess that depends on if you give me instructions, Mistress.”

“And if I leave it up to you?”

“I won’t flaunt them.”

I noticed that he didn’t say that he would hide them, either. I leaned in close to his ear, “Does it turn you on to think that she might see my teeth marks in your body, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good,” I said. “I like it, too.”

I bit down on his neck, making sure to suck lightly as I did. As I started to suck harder, he moaned. Then I let go and repeated the process down the back of his shoulder, making sure to leave some nice teeth marks and hickeys. He moaned whenever my teeth sunk into his flesh.

“Look at those pretty marks,” I said. I took out my phone and snapped a few pictures. He still had his arms behind his back, and his wedding ring was clearly visible in some of the photos. “Oh, I bet your wife would love these pictures.”

His head snapped around as he looked at me. I smiled coyly at him. He had no idea I’d taken the pictures. “Why are you taking pictures of me?” he asked and then quickly added, “Mistress.”

I smirked. He hadn’t asked me to take pictures of him, but he had listed blackmail as a kink. I circled around to stand in front of him. “Who do you belong to?”

“You, Mistress.”

“And shouldn’t I be able to take pictures of my toy anytime I want?”

“Yes, Mistress. But what are you going to do with them?” I could see the fear in his eyes.

“Whatever I want. You’re my property. I can do whatever I want with you and my pictures of you. How does that make you feel, slut?”

I watched his throat work at swallowing, but he was staring at me like he couldn’t breathe.

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Vacation: Part 16

We’re SO close to the end of Vacation, just in time for Jayden and Richard to head off on their next vacation. If you missed the previous chapters, start back here.

“Come. Kneel here,” Mark directed, pointing to a corner of the room.

Ivy didn’t know how long she laid on the bed, whimpering softly. She could hear Mark moving around the room. She heard water come on in the bathroom and then some more movements before he climbed onto the bed with her. She curled into his arms, and he held onto her tight.

He rubbed her back and held her bottle of water up to her lips. “Hydrate. You wouldn’t want me to think you’re not turned on because you’re not wet,” he said.

Through her hazy mind, she knew that she was dripping wet, but she drank the water anyway. “I’m turned on, Sir.” She closed her eyes, but she smirked at him as she lay there.

He reached down, her legs already spread apart, as she was trained to do any time she was in bed with him. “I can tell,” he said, lightly brushing his fingertips over her cunt lips, avoiding her tender clit for the moment. “Ready for me to take my turn now?” he asked. “I don’t know if I’ll cum quite as many times as you…”

“Of course, Master.” Ivy spread her legs further apart automatically, “I’m always ready to please you, Sir.”

Mark rolled her onto her stomach on the bed, putting her in their favorite position. “Sure you’re warmed up enough? I could play with you for a while longer,” he said. He reached between her legs, slapping the back side of his fingers against her soaking wet lips.

She moaned, rolling her face down so the bed muffled her. “I’m warmed up enough, Master, but you can do whatever pleases you.”

He slapped her again as he rolled on top, spreading her legs open. “You’re just a glutton for punishment, painslut,” he growled in her ear. He spread his fingers, feeling her pussy, making sure it wasn’t too tender after the abuse by the vibrator.

Ivy whimpered into the bed again, her eyes watering a little bit. She was so sensitive, but she loved it so much. She rotated her hips, pressing against his exploring fingers.

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Secret Domme – Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

“Well, now,” I said, pulling my finger out of his ass. It actually looked clean, but I continued, “what am I going to do with this nasty thing?”

“I’ll clean it for you, if you like, Mistress.”

“Yes, do that,” I said, and I walked around to his front again. He sucked on my finger like he had before, though this time, I could see that he was getting into it more. He was moaning and almost thrusting his hips as he sucked. “Do you like tasting your own ass on my finger, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said around my finger.

“Good,” I said. “It really drives home the point how much of a fucking disgusting, dirty little bitch you are.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

I took my finger out of his mouth and continued inspecting him, working my way around his body, fondling his balls, slowly stroking his cock, which was rock hard, of course.

I looked up into his eyes as I squeezed his cock in my hand. He whimpered, but he didn’t move. Then I slipped my hand back down to his balls and squeezed them. He whimpered more, and I felt his body falter.

“Does that hurt, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

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Vacation: Part 15

We’re getting close to wrapping up Ivy and Mark’s vacation! If you missed the previous chapters, start back here.

“Come. Kneel here,” Mark directed, pointing to a corner of the room.

Ivy did as she was told. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she just tried to breathe deeply and listen. She could feel her heart pounding up into her throat, but her pussy was also clenching with desire. As much as she hated to admit it, she liked being punished. Sure, it sucked in the moment, but then she would be forgiven, and she would get aftercare, so it was worth it.

“Pet, come here,” Mark said.

She crawled back to the bed and found that he had set up the under-bed restraints. Within a few minutes, he had her firmly strapped down, her arms and legs spread wide. She raised her head to follow his movements, and she could see him standing between her legs. He was holding something, but it was just out of her view.

But then she heard the hum of the Hitachi magic wand vibrator. She would recognize that sound anywhere. They had a control on it that meant he could change the vibrations from very low to very high and everywhere in between.

He started out on very low, pressing the head right up against her clit. He had to part her folds to push it right against the firm bud, but she moaned and arched her back as soon as he did. She was still a little sensitive from her earlier orgasm, but it felt good so far.

“Why do you think I’m doing this, slut?” Mark asked.

She had to blink a couple of times to focus on the question he was asking. “I-I don’t know, Sir.”

“Does this feel like a punishment, slut?”

“N-no, Master,” she moaned as he turned the vibrations up higher.

“How about now?” he asked as he switched the vibrator onto full power.

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Secret Domme – Chapter 3

I got this post up a bit late. Again. Whoops. It’s all written! If you missed the start to this story, make sure to check it out! ~Jayden

Chapter 3

After many conversations and negotiations about boundaries, STI tests, guidelines, and preferences, I was finally meeting with Kody for the first time. He had offered to pay for a hotel room, but I was more comfortable in my own apartment. Plus, it was a ground-floor apartment, and there weren’t any other apartments wall to wall with mine, so if I made him scream, it wouldn’t be easy for someone else to hear.

Kody: I’ll be over as soon as I get the kids to bed.
Me: When is that?
Kody: Bedtime is at 8.
Me: Okay.

It was already 7:30, and I spent half an hour going over every detail of the apartment. Were there dishes in the sink? Did I need to vacuum? Had my cat knocked over her food bowl? In the end, I would never be fully satisfied, and I questioned for the 50th time if inviting him into my apartment was the right way to do this.

But having the toys laid out on the dresser the way I liked them was definitely a benefit to being in my own space. And when he arrived, I found that I was able to get into the right mindset. Finally.

As soon as the door closed, he was on his knees in the entryway, just as I had instructed him.

“Mistress,” he said, looking up at me. Standing, he was almost a foot taller than me, but kneeling, I got to tower over him.

I smirked down at him, “What do you want?” I asked, putting as much disdain into my voice as I could manage.

“Use me, Mistress. I want to please you.”

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Vacation: Part 14

We’re getting close to wrapping up Ivy and Mark’s vacation! If you missed the previous chapters, start back here.

Mark kissed Ivy, his tongue invading her mouth. She tasted Stephanos’s cum as they kissed. She moaned softly into Mark’s mouth, pulling him closer to her as they kissed. When they finally parted, Ivy looked down at Stephanos. He looked up at them with a half-smile on his lips.

“I think I’m going to go,” he said.

Ivy was surprised. “You’ll miss my punishment. You won.”

He shrugged. “I got a great orgasm, which was reward enough. But I think your punishment should be between you and your Master.”

Ivy looked to Mark to see what he thought, but Mark just nodded. He reached out and grasped the other man by the hand. They had a part hand-shake, part Mark helping Stephanos up. Stephanos dressed quickly.

“Thank you for a lovely time. I hope you enjoy the rest of your vacation.”

“Is that it? We won’t see you again?” Ivy asked.

Stephanos shrugged. “You might see me around, and I’ve had a great time, but I need to focus on my work and not get myself in trouble. You two were wonderful to play with. Thank you for a great time.”

And then he was gone, and Mark and Ivy were alone.

Ivy slid onto the bed, leaning back against the padded headboard. She crossed her ankles and looked up at Mark. She seemed a little lost in thought.

“What’s wrong, pet?” Mark asked.

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