latexandcontrol: deadpool-the-antihero: hotlucybackup: It’s another beautiful day to ignore your cun
latexandcontrol: deadpool-the-antihero: hotlucybackup: It’s another beautiful day to ignore your cunt, sweetheart ❤️ let’s see how long before it starts to leak in desperation ☺️ Happy birthday love. You don’t remember the last time I fucked your cunt and we’ve flipped the usage so that “sex” and “fuck” always mean anal and only when we specifically say “vaginal…” do we mean what other couples would call “fucking”. You’re not going to be allowed to keep an orgasm on your birthday, you’re going to be hooded, beaten, and fucked. I’m not tagging you in this post so you won’t get an alert but when you see this you can reblog and update the readers how it was. Yup. I got some new rules, too! I’m no longer allowed to ask to touch my cunt. In fact, I’m no longer allowed to call it “my” cunt. This is just an extension of things we’ve already incorporated into our partnership: sex = anal please may I have an orgasm = him ejaculating in either my mouth or my arseand for more than a year now, my fingers have not directly touched the flesh between my legs unless he specifically ordered it. Some days I was asking a lot. So now, when I want to touch between my own legs, I tell him that I’m fighting the urge to break the rules and ask for his help. If I ask “please can I touch”, he’ll know I’m asking permission to rub or suck his cock. Fixated more appropriately on where my proper orgasms come from. I got so horny as he was explaining this to me, I started begging him to play with my nipples instead! If it makes me even more desperate, does that mean it’s better or worse? I’m telling this out of order. I also got a wonderful whipping. First the tawse and then the cane: “I am your obedient wife. OW! One, Sir, thank you, Sir.” “I am your respectful wife. TWOOO, Sir! Thank you!” “I am your denied wife, Sir. Oh! Three! Thank you, Sirrrr!” “I am your anal wife, Sir. Uuuggghhhh Fourrr! Oh! That was a really hard one, Sir! Thank you, Sir.” And then back to ‘obedient’. I told @latexandcontrol that always at the start of these sessions the statements feel aspirational. They’re what I’m supposed to be, what I’m working towards, how I want to be for him. But it doesn’t feel true. By the time we’ve done a couple of rounds of these affirmations, I am confident that I am his obedient, respectful, denied, anal wife. I know, because I stay in position. I give helpful feedback. I count, I pay attention and keep track. It gets hard, and then harder, and I am still obedient to his wishes. In a way, it’s an easy way to demonstrate my obedience; it’s much, much less complicated than ordinary daily life. And I love that, and am grateful that he gives me opportunities to feel this knowledge of who I am, right down to my core. -- source link