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#EroticJournalChallenge Best and Worst

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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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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 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?”

“Nope.”

“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

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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

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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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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 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

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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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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 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

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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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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 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

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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

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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

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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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Secret Domme – Chapter 2

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I got this post up a bit late. Sorry about that. It’s been a CRAZY week! I’m so glad it’s come to an end though. If you missed last week’s start to this story, make sure to check it out! ~Jayden

Chapter 2

“You know, Jenna,” he said when I walked into the restaurant, “if you were going to blackmail me for dinner, I would have expected at least a high-end chain restaurant, if not something actually fancy.”

“Hi, Kody,” I said, “I wasn’t trying to blackmail you into anything.”

“Pity,” he said, and he gave me that same smirk I remembered from all those years ago. Damn, it was still hot.

He went up to the host stand and got us a table.

“After you,” he said, gesturing for me to go ahead of him.

I chose the side of the table that afforded me a view of the room, and he didn’t protest. He slid into the booth opposite me and picked up the menu. I did the same, hiding behind it. I knew what I wanted the moment I’d picked the restaurant.

“What’s good here?” he asked.

“I like their French toast,” I said.

He put the menu down. “Jenna, I’m going to start by saying that my wife knows I’m here, and she knows that I’m meeting you.”

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Vacation: Part 13

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Our real mini vacation was lovely, but it’s good to be home! We didn’t get any votes on who should win the bet in the story, so we made a choice. We’re excited to share with you our next installment of Vacation. If you missed it, start back here.

Ivy waited with bated breath to see if Mark would go back to playing with Stefanos and give her a fighting chance to win the bet. She wanted to cum so badly, but she didn’t want to get punished for it. If she could just hold out a little bit longer, maybe she could keep her orgasm at bay until Stephanos came.

Mark didn’t say anything, keeping them both in suspense. He slowed the blowing on her nipple while rubbing Stephanos’s cock a bit harder. In the end, he decided it wasn’t fair to sabotage her in front of a new partner.

Ivy breathed deeply, trying to keep her muscles relaxed so she wouldn’t orgasm. Stephanos’s skill with his tongue was proving difficult to ignore, but at least Mark seemed to be going easy on her. It was with great relief that she realized Stephanos seemed to be having difficulty focusing on pleasing her now that Mark was jerking him off in earnest.

Mark clucked his tongue at Stephanos. “Letting your Mistress win, or just not able to keep up?” He asked, rubbing a bit harder to punish the bartender for not pleasing his Domme enough.

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Secret Domme – Chapter 1

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Hello friends! I’m starting a new story for my Thursday posts. Join me for the next two months or so as we meet a new couple, and the first Femme Domme I’ve had in a while! Enjoy! – Jayden

Chapter 1

I am not in love with him. I have known Kody for almost two decades. He dated my friend in high school, and I had such a huge crush on him. When they broke up, I was even more enamored. I know, I know. You aren’t supposed to date your friend’s ex-boyfriend, but the thing was that she and I weren’t very close, and I don’t think she would have cared anyway. In any case, he wasn’t interested in me, and my memory of the whole situation was that it was pretty embarrassing, so I try not to think about it.

Anyway, after about fifteen years, we ran into each other at the grocery store, and he was very nice to me. I gave an awkward smile and thought I would just keep walking, but he actually flagged me down to have a conversation. He said that it would be fun to reminisce about high school together sometime and that we should hang out. But of course, neither of us offered the other their phone number, so nothing happened.

Until a month later when he found me on Facebook and sent me a friend request. “Why not?” I thought. What was the harm in being social media friends? How many of those did I have who I literally never interacted with? Many, was the answer.

I did take a few minutes and Facebook-stalk him, though.

He was married. That was surprising.

And he had three kids. Wow.

And he was living ten minutes away from me. (I mean, I didn’t google his exact address, but the small towns were close together…)

The Facebook message popped up as I was scrolling through old pictures of him and his wife and kids. The timing surprised me so much that I jumped and actually yelped out loud.

Kody: Hey
Me: Hi
Kody: It was good running into you that time.
Me: Sure.

I was seriously wondering why he was messaging me and why he had asked if I wanted to hang out.

Kody: Can I be honest with you?
Me: Uh, sure.
Kody: I saw your profile on Fetlife.
Me: What do you mean?
Kody: I know you have a profile on Fetlife, and I found it a few months back.
Me: If you found a profile for someone you thought was me, why didn’t you message me?
Me: I mean them. Why didn’t you message them?
Kody: I don’t know. I just didn’t think that such a lovely dominant woman would be interested in a lowly bitch like me.
Me: A…lowly…bitch…?
Kody: Come on, Jenna, you know the profile is yours, and you know that you like to dominate men like me.

Okay, he was right. I did like to dominate men, but married men? Ehhh. That seemed like a stretch, even for me.

Kody: Listen, I think we should get together.
Me: I don’t know, Kody.
Kody: Please? I’ll do whatever you want.

I raised one eyebrow and typed…

Me: Okay. Cut off your balls and eat them, and I’ll go out with you.
Kody: [Wide eyed emoji]
Me: I’m kidding, Kody.
Kody: …
Me: KODY
Kody: Please, Jenna, let me buy you a cup of coffee and we’ll talk. I promise I won’t be creepy or whatever. You name the place and time, and I’ll be there.

I looked at my watch. It was just after six on a Friday, and I had no plans for the whole weekend. It was a little depressing, honestly.

Me: Fine, I’ll make you a deal.
Kody: Go ahead.
Me: I’ll meet you now if you buy me dinner.
Kody: Sold. Name the place. Give me an hour.

I picked my favorite diner that was only a few minutes away from my apartment and then spent the next 45 minutes freaking out. What was I doing? Why was I going out to eat with a married man? It wasn’t a date, though, so it was okay, right? And anyway, what the hell did he want from me?

Thanks for reading! We’ll be back with Vacation on Saturday (now that we’re home from our actual vacation!) and TMI Tuesday on Tuesday!

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Vacation: Part 12

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We’re going on Vacation! For real this time! Richard and I are at the beach for the weekend. It’s not quite as exciting as a cruise, but it is beautiful! We’re excited to share with you our next installment of Vacation. If you missed it, start back here. – Jayden

Mark walked over to the top of the bed, leaning down to kiss Ivy. “I love watching you work, slut,” he said with a grin.

She smiled up at him, grinding her hips against Stephanos’s face. She knew that an orgasm wouldn’t take too long as Mark looked down at her with that sexy expression and Stephanos licked at her clit. And when Stephanos pressed two fingers inside her dripping pussy, she knew she was a goner.

Mark kissed his way across her cheek before nibbling on her ear. “But what if I don’t let you…”

Ivy whimpered. “Would you really not let me cum, Master?” she asked, batting her eyelashes up at him.

“You didn’t let Stephanos cum. Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it,” he said with a laugh.

Ivy looked up at him, her eyes trying to convey frustration and longing and submissiveness. She was only marginally successful.

Mark kissed his way down Ivy’s shoulder, back towards Stepanos. He reached down, wrapping his hand around the other man’s cock. “What if I make him cum? Will you punish him then?”

“Hmm,” Ivy said, her whole body tingling from the sensations of Stephanos on her clit and his fingers inside her. “I might, but maybe you should play with him anyway.” Her words came out in staccato bursts as she tried to hold her own orgasm at bay.

Mark smirked and rubbed his thumb over the dripping tip of Stephano’s cock. The bartender squirmed and whined.

“You’re in charge tonight,” Mark said to Ivy with a wink.

Ivy wasn’t entirely sure being in charge was what she wanted, but it was fun to play at from time to time. “Play with Stephanos’s cock, Sir,” she said. “Maybe,” she shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over her, “whichever one of us cums first should get punished.”

Mark slowed down his rubbing a bit, his other arm sliding down Ivy’s stomach and toward her pussy. “I think you’re just trying to get him in trouble before you do, slut.”

Ivy blushed a little. Mark wasn’t wrong. She bucked her hips against Stephanos’s face, giving herself a moment with his tongue not right on her to keep her orgasm at bay. “I still think it’s a fun idea, Sir.”

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Vacation: Part 11

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We’re going on Vacation! Well, Mark and Ivy are, anyway. We’re excited to share with you our next installment of Vacation. If you missed it, start back here. – Jayden and Richard

Mark raised an eyebrow as Ivy spanked the bartender, listening as he moaned loudly into the pillow. “Really not going easy on him, are you?” he asked. He slid his hands over to the other man’s nipples, pinching the right one lightly between forefinger and thumb, “Think he’s a bit of a painslut?”

“Well he doesn’t seem to be complaining, now does he?” Ivy said, a bit of a pout to her voice. 

Stephanos moaned out again, the sound ending in a whimper, as he wriggled his ass against her hips.

“I guess not,” Mark said and flicked the man’s other nipple with his free hand. “It’s not often we find someone even subbier than you.”

Ivy giggled. “I don’t know if he’s subbier than me all the time, or if he just likes a little pain,” she punctuated the last with a hard thrust of her hips, really digging the dildo deep inside him.

Stephanos finally lifted his face off the bed to gasp, his cock twitching in time with her thrust.

Mark laughed and kissed his way back down the man’s chest before sliding his mouth over the top half of his cock, moaning softly at the taste.

Ivy raked her nails down his back as she thrust the next few times, and it elicited the best moans from Stephanos. “That’s a sexy sound,” she murmured. “Do you like that, pet?

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Vacation: Part 10

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Welcome back to Vacation! We’re excited to share with you our next installment following Ivy and Mark on their cruise. If you missed it, start back here. We’re sorry we missed last week, but we’re back now! – Jayden and Richard

Ivy turned around and watched the two men as she backed up toward the bed. Her breasts were still bare, and she felt a little self-conscious about being half naked in front of Stephanos. She sat down on the bed, crab walking backward onto the bed, making a conscious decision not to cover her chest.

Mark chuckled, then walked over to the toy bag, still sitting next to the bed. “So, Stephanos, have you ever been fucked by a pretty girl before?” he asked, pulling out Ivy’s strap-on harness.

He raised his eyebrows at Mark and said, “Of course.”

It was Ivy’s turn to raise her eyebrows. She took the harness from Mark and pulled the straps on around her thick thighs. She adjusted to make sure everything was in place and sat on the edge of the bed. “Stephanos,” she said, clearing her throat, “you should suck my cock before I stick it in your ass.”

The bartender smiled, crawling onto the bed. “Of course. Anything for one of our guests,” he said. He kissed along the length of her cock a few times before swirling his tongue over the head. Meanwhile, Mark undressed, tossing his clothes in a pile on the floor, before climbing on to join them.

Stephanos licked and sucked the cock while Ivy watched. She wrapped her fingers into Stephanos’ short hair, forcing the cock further down his throat. “That’s a good boy,” she crooned before she let him go. “Are you ready to get your ass fucked?”

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Vacation: Part 9

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Welcome back to Vacation! We’re excited to share with you our next installment following Ivy and Mark on their cruise. If you missed it, start back here, and here’s a short summary to remind you of what’s happened so far:

Mark and Ivy decide to book a cruise and get away for a while. When they arrive in the room, he surprises her with a new leather collar. After some fun in the room, they head to a show at the ship’s theatre and meet Stephanos, a bartender who is happy to help Mark tease Ivy. They use a remote control vibrator in her panties to make her cum during the show. Afterwards, Mark takes her out on the deck underneath the stars and makes her take her top down before fucking her. As they wrap up, they hear someone calling, “Hello there!”

It was Stephanos.

Ivy breathed a sigh of relief, her bare chest heaving. “Stephanos, you scared me!” she hissed.

He smirked at her and shrugged. “Sorry.”

Mark pulled out of her and pulled his pants back up, “Good evening, Stephanos,” he said with a grin. “Enjoying the show?”

“Of course. There have been a lot of nice things on display tonight, but this has been the most,” he hesitated, “titillating.”

Mark smirked, putting one arm around Ivy’s waist. “We were about to head back to our room. Would you like to join us?”

He glanced at his watch. “I don’t see why not. You two are a lot of fun, and I can only imagine how much more fun we could have in private.”

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Sexual Assault and BDSM

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Hello dear readers!

Richard and I are going to bring you something TOTALLY DIFFERENT this Sunday. If you scroll back through our blog posts, almost all of our posts fall into one of two categories: BDSM Smut (or leading that direction) and answering questions like TMI Tuesday posts. This one is going to fall into neither of those categories.

April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month.

Let me share with you some stats:

  • Approximately 1 in 5 (21.3% or an estimated 25.5 million) women in the U.S. reported completed or attempted rape at some point in their lifetime, including completed forced penetration, attempted forced penetration, or alcohol/drug facilitated completed penetration. About 2.6% of U.S. men (an estimated 2.8 million) experienced completed or attempted rape victimization in their lifetime.
  • About 1 in 14 men (7.1% or nearly 7.9 million) in the U.S. was made to penetrate someone else (attempted or completed) at some point in their lifetime.
  • Approximately 1 in 6 women (16.1% or an estimated 19.2 million women) and approximately 1 in 10 men (9.6% or an estimated 10.6 million men) experienced sexual coercion (e.g., being worn down by someone who repeatedly asked for sex, sexual pressure due to someone using their influence or authority) at some point in their lifetime.
  • Source: https://www.nsvrc.org/statistics

It’s always shocking to me how many people experience sexual assault. I did when I was ~13 and I didn’t tell anyone until years and years later because… I don’t know. I thought I was alone, I didn’t know that anyone would care, I figured it was my fault for letting things go too far in the first place. I’ve long since dealt with how that experience shaped me and made me feel, but it’s something that’s important to me that young people need to know that they aren’t alone and that there are safe places to go and people to tell. (And for the record, I am 100% sure my parents would have believed me and supported me had I told them.)

So besides the obvious fact that it’s Sexual Assault Awareness Month, why are we bringing this up? 

Ironically, one of my absolute favorite kinks is CNC (consensual non-consent). Richard can (and has) slammed me up against a wall as soon as I walked in the door, woken me to have sex with me (by which I mean, I woke up with him touching me or grabbing me), put me in ridiculously high heels and chased me around the apartment, and countless other scenes. Even writing out the list gets me all hot and bothered. But all of those were AFTER we had a lengthy conversation about limits, desires, and safe words. He was especially wary of waking me with sex since I wasn’t awake to give consent before he started.

We wanted to take this opportunity to remind everyone that kink/BDSM and rape are NOT the same thing. Even when we’re writing and sharing CNC stories that may or may not get you all hot and bothered. I suspect next month one or both of us will debut a CNC story we’ve been working on for a while, with appropriate content warnings. 

So here are a few reminders:

  • Believe victims of sexual assault
  • BDSM requires sane consent
  • Always respect safe words
  • Put content warnings on your erotica

Resources:

We hope that you enjoy our totally consensual BDSM stories and that you can enjoy a bit of escape from reality with them. I’m back tomorrow with V is for Vacation (not to be confused with our actual Vacation story we started back in February!)

– Jayden (and Richard)