I don’t know why it never dawned on me to write a post on the wonderful topic of subspace. I think I just assumed that everyone knew what subspace was, and I have been reminded again that it is important to think of things from the mind of a beginner.
Note: This is a roleplay scenario. Yogurt was used in lieu of cum, and no, there was not a real man fucking me in the room…. it was all done by imagination!!!! I blindfolded him, and then made slapping sounds on my ass as I screamed about how hard I was being fucked and how big the imaginary man’s cock was.
There was no compromising of anyone’s health. No oral, just pretend 🙂 Oh, but he did suck my condom covered cock 🙂 and a very good job he did, too…
Read on for the nitty gritty DETAILS:
The role play was that we were married and I have a small cock and cum too soon to satisfy my wife. We had sex this morning and it happened again I came and she did not. So she sent me to work wearing her panties under my work clothes. We picked up the role play as I was coming home from work that evening.
I said hello and She asked me to come in the living room and sit down. The living room was set up with candles burning etc. She told me after my lack of performance this moring that I should sit on floor at her feet. She told me our life together was going to change or we would not be together. She said she had a lot of surprise for me this evening. She told me to strip except for the panties she had me wear to work. She was dressed very sexy. she grabbed my cock through my panties and said from now on it would be called my clit, and my ass would be called my pussy. She said I was going to be her sissy bitch from now on. My clit had started to leak pre-cum which she noticed and scooped it up with her finger and made me eat it. Danielle then tied my wrist together and had me crawl over to a bench and lean against the benchand stick out my panty covered ass. She pulled down the panties a little and hand spanked warming up both cheeks. She suddenly with a lubed finger penetrated my ass and massaged my prostate. This started a regular flow of pre-cum which she made sure to feed to me. With her finger in my ass she wispered in my ear that she had a friend in the bedroom that she was going to bring into the living room and fuck to her hearts content. She withdrew her finger and blindfolded me. She brought her friend into the room and started service his huge cock, she mounted him right there on the couch they switched to doggy and he was really pounding her. She came hard followed quickly by him. He came deep in her pussy. He quickly left and my blindfold was lifted. She was ravaged. There was cum running down her thighs and all over her ass. She first made me clean the cum off her ass then the cum running down her thighs. After the clean up she said that she was going to fuck me now, but not the way I think. She left the room and returned with a strap on. She made me suck and deep throat her strap on. She then bent me over the bench and atempted to enter me. I beg her not to because it was too big. After begging many times she said ok try wiffing a little of this stuff and we will try again, but sooner or later I’m going to fuck your cunt you sissy bitch. I did as I was told after a couple wiffs she tried again and she entered me with her strap on. She waited a bit after first entering then started to move in and out. Soon she was fucking me hard and making me beg for it harder. She rubbed my leaking clit through my panties and fed me more pre-cum. Soon I told her I was going to cum she made me cum in my panties. She pulled up my cum soaked panties and made me get dressed and sent me home in cum soaked panties.
What a wonderful session. Her role play skills are great, and her strap on use was very well done no pain just pleasure.
“I’ll try very hard to sit on your couch and dispassionately talk about sessions and preferences et. al., but when I think of it that is the part seems like role play. When I think about connecting with you, two things come to mind. Talking with you afterwards about who you are now, where you are, glimpses at the back of the painting…
Vulnerability can be defined as uncertainty, risk, or emotional and physical exposure. For many, in everyday life this emotion or feeling is not common. We all walk safely through our lives as we know them, all very routine and comforting. It is when we step out of those restraints of the everyday, that we become vulnerable. I have always sought this feeling when adventuring into the world of BDSM, and although so rare to find the person that instills this feeling, once in a while it slaps you in the face. Not completely unique to men in my position, this exposure or uncertainty derived from a truly dominant woman speaks to a part of me that few know. Most would see me as a natural leader, someone to look to to make decisions, not as the vulnerable man I placed in the hands of Domme Danielle.
You are a harsh but fair Mistress and I appreciate that. Today reminded me to never disobey You again. I got up this morning and started to put on my pair of panties as You have instructed me to wear daily and remembered that I was told to wear different attire today. So I went to my bag and found the diapers You had left in there for me from the last time I saw You a few days ago. I put them on and got dressed. I did not want to wear them Mistress and felt so ashamed but knew it was my punishment for standing to pee the other day. I also know it amuses You and of course I get so much pleasure out of making You happy. You are so good to me Mistress that it gives me lots of incentive to please You however I can. I arrived at work and realized that they were not nearly as bulky and awkward as I was expecting so I though it would be a relatively easy day. That was until about 10 AM when I felt the need to pee. Today I was in all day meetings at work so I excused myself from the meeting and went into the bathroom. Luckily the large stall was open. I sat on the toilet with my pants down and the diaper You instructed me to wear and pee in on and peed. I had to pee alot so the diaper filled up. I had to undress from the waste down to take it off and put a new one on so I did that with someone in the next stall. I was so nervous cause now I realized I needed to get to the trash can across the bathroom to throw it away without someone coming in. I waited until the other person in the bathroom left and with my heart racing practically ran across the bathroom and threw away the peed in diaper. I went back into my meeting and texted You what I had done. When You responded and told me that You wanted proof that I was wearing a diaper I did as You instructed. I excused myself from the meeting once again and went back into the stall and took a photo of the diaper with the sticky note You asked me to put on it and sent it to You. Other then You teasing me the rest of the day was fairly uneventful until I had to peed once again in the afternoon. I wanted to just hold it the rest of the day but I was not sure I could and I knew it would not please You so I went into the stall again and peed into the diaper. This time I think my little dick was too far at the top of the diaper because pee started leaking out of the diaper as I was going to the bathroom. I just kept going feeling very nervous that the person in the stall next to me would notice that pee was running onto the floor because I had been sitting too far forward on the toilet seat. Even though You did not ask or require it I sent You a picture of my pee filled diaper for Your amusement. At this point I felt so happy that the day was mostly over and that I could leave work soon.
Mistress I am so sorry I disobeyed You I will never pee standing up again unless You say I can. I am grateful You are such a strict Mistress and I hope to continue to improve as Your loyal little slave.
It’s time for people to wake up and realize the reality of the sex industry. It’s no new news that prostitution has been around for thousands of years and is often referred to as the oldest profession in the world. I’m not here to argue that case. I’m here to shed light on the billion dollar industry that is sex work. The industry isn’t going to magically disappear just because it makes you cringe or you feel uncomfortable thinking about the supposed lewd actions of people engaging in sex for money. Continue reading SEX WORK IS REAL→
I’ve been spending a lot of time, lately, critically thinking about what would make someone oppose the profession of sex work. Of course, this has stemmed from a personal encounter with someone who has expressed judgment and aversion in regards to me being a Professional Dominatrix. I don’t usually spend too much time on what other people think, but this person is a newly inherited family member, and so I feel an urge to understand things from her point of view.