Find the Words

Call a woman Kitten and she will most likely love it. Call her babygirl. Same thing.

Tell her she is sexy as fuck and you just made her a little flushed.

However.

There are certain phrases that once spoken, into a woman’s ear, in a raspy grunting tone, will absolutely fucking wipe her out.

”Good Girl” and “You are mine” are the things that come to mind.

Those phrases are the pinnacle of sexy talk, but they are so much hotter when they are accompanied by the sound and warmth of my breath.

Call her a Good Girl when she cums for you.

Say it when she stares up at you with your flavor still in her mouth after she swallowed you.

Grab her by the meat of her pussy and claim her and say, without hesitation, that “You are fucking mine.”

Say it all with conviction. It’s not that hard.

Just find the right words.

freelydone:

My arms were bound so tightly behind me that it forced my back to arch further, my nipples bared and vulnerable to him. His fingers were merciless, gripping tightly and slowly twisting, and I couldn’t look away from his face. Whimpering, gasping, arching myself further in search of some relief, and watching him delight in it. His eyes stormed with a delicious hunger that flooded my cunt with need.

“Mmm I have something new for you, my little slut. Would you like to see what it is?”

With fresh pinches on my sensitive nipples, my “yes, Sir” spilled out in a wail. A malicious smile and he was gone. Only to return, armed with two clothes pegs. Sauntering towards me, he pressed them both open and released them with a loud snap. Fuck.

“Arghhnononono oh god…”

I tried to shift backwards, away from his slow approach, but I was hemmed in by the back of the sofa.

“Ohh you don’t want to try my new toys?” He crooned, his soft tone at odds with the wicked dance in his eyes.

“That’s just too bad, because I want to hear the sounds you’ll make when these are clamped around those sensitive nipples.”

“Ohfuckohfuck..” I whimpered, the terror and arousal flooding my senses in equal measure. He gave a noise of satisfaction and, pressing one wide open, reached out towards me. I couldn’t help but watch his slow advance, gasping and squirming and helpless to stop him. The two pincers poised around my nipple, he paused, and then released.

The pain spilled from my lips in incoherent moans as my back arched further, my face tipping to meet his gaze, pleasure-spun and smouldering, sparking my cunt with instant longing.

“Oh so sexy, you are. Let’s do that again.”

Eyes wide and fixed on the second clothes peg, he pressed it open and reached out once again. Struggling, trembling, yet my inner thighs glistened with arousal. He again paused once the pincers were in place.

“This time, I think you should remember your manners.”

“Wha-wh-what, Sir?” I gulped, my gaze still fixed on the clothes peg.

“Manners, slut. Please and thank you, this time. Do you understand?”

I groaned. “Fuckkkk yes, Sir.”

“Mhm good. So, eyes on me, what do you say first?”

Whimpering, I dragged my gaze up to his. My teeth sunk into my lip as I wordlessly begged him to have mercy.

He smiled.

“What do good sluts say when they want something?”

Fuck, the thought of asking him made me burn with shame and yet squirm with need. My clit throbbed for his touch. I swallowed hard.

“Pl-p-please, Sir.”

His smile widened with delight.

“Of course, my little slut.”

And he released his hold, pain once again pooling my senses as I writhed and howled under him. “ThankyouthankyouthankyouSiraahhhoww..”

My words unravelling under the rush. Excruciating and pleasure-spun and unbearable, and all I knew was how much more of it I wanted. So much more.

art-of-domination:

“Ass up for me, little girl.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Don’t make me tell you again.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“It doesn’t matter what I’m doing to you. How distracted your little cunt gets. How fucking wet you are. When I tell you that ass stays up, it stays up. Am I clear?”

“Fuck. Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Let’s see just how well you follow instructions.”

art-of-domination:

“You want to cum tonight, babygirl?”

“Oh fuck yes, Daddy. I want to so badly.”

“Well, if you want to cum, I want to see your ass work for it. I want to see that pussy fuck my cock and show me how badly you want it.”

“Yes. Daddy. I’ll be a good slut for you. Let me show you how badly I want your cum inside me tonight.”

“That’s my good girl. Keep fucking that cock. Grind that ass and hips so I can’t help but cum deep inside that tight little hole.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Training

laments-and-burlesque:

She knelt down like a good girl. “Hands too,” I added.

Her back arched and her bottom rose into a luscious curve. “Like this?”
she inquired.

“Mmmhmm.”

As she opened wide, I put my hand behind her
head and began fucking her mouth.

Whispering
“look at me,” I watched her doe-eyes obediently open and roll up.

It was time for a short break, but first I was going to give her a preview
of what was coming…

…she gagged slightly, a flash of panic in her eyes.

Allowing her to breath through her mouth for a moment, she let out a soft
feminine murmur. Just as she was about to speak, I wrapped both hands around
her head and forced my cock deep in her throat.

Feeling her struggle, her nose nearly touched my abdomen.

Another break.

She was getting turned on. I could see it in her gorgeous eyes. Through a
mouthful of drool mixed with my pre-cum, she cooed “more, give me more… fuck
my slutty mouth.”

Her eyes were softening, her demeanor relaxing.

Cock-lust.

The moment I saw that that smile, I knew her training had gotten off to a
good start. She was going to insist on more. A lot more.

the-romantic-dominant:

Sometimes The Juice Is Just Not Worth The Squeeze

In my experience, it almost never was.

Most women I have ever said “I love you” to end up disappointing me anyways. A couple to the point it just sometimes makes you wonder, should I have ever thrown my heart at her in first place?

But being older comes with an added benefit of wisdom.

And I get to know that answer now, one whether “the juice is worth the squeeze”, well before I ever ask it.

The answer, always, is Yes.

Yes, I should have. Yes, I will again.

Just Yes.

Why? Because I value the squeeze.

Live inside your heart, always. No matter what. Gonna get hurt? Yeah, most definitely. But do it anyways cause the highs are so fucking worth it.

The “getting to know someone”.

The “being totally vulnerable for her”.

The all of it.

The sex is better for sure, but this post isn’t about sex. This is the Romantic side talking. The sex is just a part of the much bigger picture.

Love, that’s the end game. Undeniably, unconditional, never-gonna-end, never-gonna-stop-trying, shit you see in movies kinda Love.

Always Yes.

Can I ask what your opinion on aftercare is? Not necessary? Not talked about enough? Etc

exoticeva:

your-only-sir:

Aftercare. The other 50% of BDSM that gets no real coverage. It’s probably not talked about enough on here as people are looking for the ‘thrill’ of a post, rather than the afterthoughts.

My view on it is quite serious, it’s integral to the Dom Sub dynamic. Yes I’m guilty too of not posting enough about it, I made one post stressing the importance of it. I have written a longer passage about it but not posted it yet.

In my experience there isn’t enough good aftercare. Be it with real life relationships and long distance/online ones.

I’m not calling out anyone in particular or saying it’s a certain group. The good Dom’s know who they are.
With so many guys taking ‘Dominance’ as a lifestyle choice, there are a lot of people playing Dom without the knowledge of what happens after a session. The lack of experience and prior knowledge, mixed with Subs or Littles who are also new to the community, makes for some very dangerous situations.

Subs getting left to their own thoughts after a serious session is no good for any anxiety or depression, that’s a big concern. Sure some subs like to feel worthless and be degraded, even left for a while after being used, but only a small percentage will be fine with no aftercare.
There is a huge drop from subspace for many after a session, and bringing them back into the present reality is important. It’s not just tending to bruises or other wounds, it’s their heart and mind that needs attention too.
Showing them they are safe and very much wanted and loved will ease any doubts and show them self worth. It’s also an amazing time to be intimate within a loving relationship, you don’t always get that in a vanilla one.

If your Dom is fucking the shit out of you, spanking or torturing you then just falling asleep, he’s doing it wrong (in my opinion).
With every up there is a down.
Bathing a sub, checking damage and bringing her back to reality is very important, even after a light session. The submission is your gift and you need to make sure that gift is treated with as much respect as your Sub gives you.

I’m sure some people will disagree with me and I hope the good Dom’s will comment on their aftercare and thoughts.

Thank you for your question and be safe out there.

Showing them they are safe and very much wanted and loved will ease any doubts and show them self worth.

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