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I am looking for some one to form a lasting relationship with. Or some one who likes being a pervert, and has at least some practice with it.
Relationships are tricky things, they can mean a lot of different things to different people. So if you are interested in one, we can talk for a while about what it would mean for us. I am very open to any ideas you may have on the subject.
Be natural. Know your role and be proud of who you are. I know who I am, and I am not interested in switching.
More to come later as i update everything.
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you have my fore arms wrapped in saran wrap to my ankles,
so i am face down with my ass in the air.
you keep reaching between my legs and stroking my cock,
you call me a whore for enjoy it so much as you strike my ass again,
you keep me hard but do not let me cum,
striking my ass until i go soft, you call me a slut
it will all stop once i stop enjoying it,
you whip my ass cheeks again and again,
i moan and try to pull away, but you hit me extra hard
telling me not to move from my position even an inch.
while taking a moment to squeeze my shaft hard,
and roughly jerk it, ensuring it stays firm,
and then another lash, and another,
my body betrays me, as my cock throbs harder and harder,
the crop falls again and again. |
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Pain.
We all know it well, some of us fear it, some of us court it. You cannot hide from it, it seeps in from all corners to find you. You can embrace it and try to befriend it but it still just has its way with you.
Every one has always played nice with me. Perhaps because I am small, and make a lot of noise no one has ever pushed me to the point of saying stop. Until the other day. Two binder clips stacked on top of each other. After the tenth or so replication. It was the first time i had ever played where the only point was to cause pain. No pleasure, or rest just endless clips and clamps.
I called quit, but it ended up being only a short rest. Then it was back to it. Still, I called quit for the first time, on the first time where the whole thing was just to see when I would say it.
and i want more.
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You never know when what you learned in high school will come in handy.
Most of what I learned will never come in handy, as I have forgotten
it, or never learned in the first place as I was asleep. One class I
did manage to stay awake for was wood working. I still managed to saw
off my finger nail one day... it came back fine, but I learned some
valuable skills that will stay with me for ever. I have built nearly
every piece of furniture i have ever owned. Stools, tables, beds,
dressers, wardrobes, all built by me. I can make anything out of wood.
One thing I would like to make, that i have not yet gotten the chance,
is a queening chair. I have it all planned out in my head. It would
have to have a replaceable seat, so you could use it for a number of
applications. A regular seat, a seat where ones face is looking
directly up, one where the whole head would come through and look
towards the back of the chair. One with spikes along the seat like a
meat tenderizer. You would want it to be able to double as an
interrogation chair. There are many features that could be worked in. I
am rather small, and with a fairly large chair it could be made so I
would be totally hidden. Options options. Fantasies, and torments. |
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No Morality like Immorality.
In the end, I would like to find some one I can play with out safe words. They are very important and do have their place, but to find some one who would know just how far to push, so as to bend but not break. This is something that happens with time, and with the use of safe words. It would likely end in a few broken bounds along the road to discovery, and understanding but this is my ideal.
What shape my ideal takes is not something I am all too concerned with, and I am not willing to write off any particular form. From something as simple as living on my own and being called upon when needed, all the way to a complete live in situation, where my service was constant. Every level between is not out of the question either.
I have fucked up a few of my relationships and have been in a few fucked up relationships. Mostly they have made me paranoid, and second guessing nearly everything, but I have also learned a bit.
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The first time I saw a cock cage I was horrified. I thought you would
have to be crazy to lock something to your private parts. I put it out
of my mind and went on to think about other kinks. That was until the
first time I saw one in person. It was at that point I started to
realize what it could mean and started to see beyond the immediate
discomfort it would cause. I know from experience that even if I am
told not to, I likely will end up playing with myself if left alone.
But this was a way to ensure there was no chance. Denial
has always been one of my favorite aspects of any play time situation,
but I have never had it extend on into every minute of my life. I have
been thinking about it a lot more lately and am getting to the point
where I would willing lock something to my privates, but it is no fun
if I am the one with the key.
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Interrogation scenes have been on my mind a lot lately. It is a subject
that has always been of interest, but lately i cannot sit in a chair
with out wondering what it would feel like to be tied to it. Ankles
tied to the back legs, arms crossing behind the back of the chair under
a bright light, or blind folded and cross examined while being held
under duress. It could be a good way to get to know some one.
Indeed, my first real experience was a interrogation, laying naked on
the floor while fingers pinched and twisted until satisfactory answers
had been found.
It is perhaps this first experience that has ensured that
interrogations
would remain a major point of interest throughout my life. i am not
always the best with my words and with a little coercion thrown in i
can get mumbly, but the pressure to perform in a satisfactory manner is
alway a nice touch to any situation.
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