If you spend a week away at an island with a kinky Dom for a husband, you likely brought one suitcase of just toys.

We checked into our room very late at night at a popular but smallish resort in the Caribbean. Hubs was less than impressed with my attitude on final connection AND that I didn’t turn my phone off before landing. He didn’t want international charges.

So we started vacay off right, with me pressing my nose in the corner of the wall! Welcome to the Islands, right??

Hubs poured a drink and asked me to please settle over his knee. He worked a large plug in my ass saying he should have done this before we left, but didn’t want TSA to embarrass us. I heard his threat…. act out and you’re flying home plugged.

He stated a rule. I repeated it. He twisted my nipples, poked and prodded the plug, and repeated.

“Your mouth has far better uses. Open up. No hands.”

“Open up” means get to work. I worked his shirts down with my teeth and helped him relax. I forgot about being in trouble, I hummed along as I sucked, swallowing happily without prompting.

10 years with this man, I need no warning of cum.

He patted my head. “good girl, go lay down on the bed.”

I wasn’t being sent in for a nap. I laid face down, spread eagle in my sundress. I hadn’t been told to strip…

Housekeeping knocked to show us how to use AC and turn down the bed. My husband accepted their instructions on the AC then declined the turndown. “My wife is having a little timeout, but thank you.”

My face was Redder than the lobsters y'all…

Housekeeping chuckled and I kept dying inside. I wanted to scream but I’m no dummy. Naughty wives waiting on a punishment with a butt plug fully set in their bottom do not mouth off!

My sweet, usually so nice, husband turned to me:

“I intend to have a considerable amount of fun this week. We’ll address your attitude on travel, then enjoy this vacation. Zero tolerance, you understand?

Yes sir.

With that, he led me to the bathroom, Had me look in the mirror and ask him to spank my bottom. With that, he bent me over the sink, lifted my dress and nearly split my hairbrush in two. I stomped, shrieked, twisted and bawled… despite years of staying still. There was no warmup, no breaks between sets, no alternating of implements. Just an extremely sound spanking. He spanked fast, as if he were using my hand over his knee. Standing was horrible. I couldn’t hold myself up.

And shockingly, he didn’t stop to address my breakdown in protocol.

When the spanking ended, I was in so much pain I didn’t move. My body was a sweaty, blotchy mess and I couldn’t imagine the shape my ass was in.

He ran a fingernail over my ass and a fresh wave of crying started. He led me to the balcony and sat me down on a wooden patio chair. I kept crying. The pain shot through my legs and deep into my butt. After a few minutes, he led me back inside to complete the lesson. He massaged my butt a bit, which made it hurt SO MUCH WORSE. It had started to numb and meanie wanted me to stay aware the spanking… yes sir.

He stood facing me at the bed, promising this last part wouldn’t be a complete double dose, it would be on my thighs, save the last one. My ass couldn’t take anymore, but we *always* finish with the belt. I count the strokes, say thank you for my punishment sir, and return the implements to the drawer. It’s part of our routine that I participate in my punishments.

I bent over the bed, through my tears said why I was being spanked, and asked him to please punish me. He aimed perfectly, not hitting a single spot where the brush had beaten me. He asked if I was ready for one more, I breathed deep and the belt landed right across my ass, the hardest one of the entire punishment.

I was somehow too stunned to scream. I knew his last one would be hardest. It ALWAYS is. First and Last are his most powerful, it’s just how he spanks.

He snuggled next to me while I cried, letting the burn consume me. I didn’t even notice the plug at this point! Despite the horrible pain when I moved or rolled over, I slept and slept and slept… there is no sleep like post-spanking sleep!

The next morning at breakfast, our table had a very padded cushion placed in one chair.

My face was redder than my ass. I laughed out loud.

And did not get spanked the rest of the trip. I DID wear a sarong almost the whole time. His handiwork was very apparent!!

zodiac–signs:

itsdadabitch:

socialnetworkhell:

“Consensual sex” is just sex. To say that implies that there is such a thing as “non consensual sex”, which there isn’t. That’s rape. That is what it needs to be called. There is only sex or rape. Do not teach people that rape is just another type of sex. They are two very separate events. You wouldn’t say “breathing swimming” and “non breathing swimming”, you say swimming and drowning.

Reblogging this a second time

important as hell

BDSM dominate:

So, some of you probably have heard of 50 shades of grey, and if you have you’re either on the “omg he’s such a sexy man, and a great Dom…and omg I wish he’d spank me!” Side, or you’re on the “yuck! He’s an awful representation of BDSM as a whole, and what it means to be a Dom” side. I having been interested in the lifestyle since i was 14 years old,feel as tho Christian Grey is a very poor representation of what a real Dom looks like, and we as a community are currently facing thag in real life. Some of you may disagree but the youtuber Begforjay has recently been outed for harming his submissives, you can watch the YouTube video about if you’d like, I will link it at the end of this.

Its awful, as a communtiy to have someone who is so big on such a public forum to be harming others and hiding behind BDSM, he is an abuser, and uses BDSM to feel justified, but BDSM is Safe Sane Consensual *SSC* and RACK Risk Aware Consenual Kink. Not, let me beat you when you ask a question, or leave you harmed permanently. Because I can.

..that is abuse.

My sir and I do hard core stuff, but we use RACK and SSC, and unless it was agreed to before hand, he ALWAYS listens to my safeword, we do sometimes do CNC *consensual non consent* but we always make sure we talk about limits, and boundaries, what is and isn’t okay, how far my sir can go and he knows when ive had enough….you have to know your play partner, and talk about it, don’t just jump into BDSM with someone you JUST met that day…STAY SAFE!

* Disclaimer! NO minor under ANY circumstance should be participating in BDSM or DDLG. Its not okay, and for you and your partners safety,you should wait until you’re a legal adult.*

https://youtu.be/TdCTvVNOil4

60th Batch Of Fics: 5th Fill

Angelo/Symmetra – Part 70 – Milky AU – slow slide into bimbofication; consensual mind break/mind alteration; brilliant to horny idiot – More milk bar action and Angelo being tuckered out.

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Symmetra stands back, hands clasped in front of her as she watches with an unending amount of amusement how a throng of people has come to stand in front of the door to Angelo’s milking room, waiting for an opportunity to fuck him before presumably going to get a nice glass of his milk to go.

The employee has put a sign outside advertising the fact that they have a still-active, pregnant cow today and it has more than done the trick. Symmetra just has to get a picture later; preferably with the line of waiting, horny customers outside. She is sure that Angelo will appreciate it once she allows his brain to click back on again.

As she had anticipated, people from all kinds of backgrounds have lined up… what she had not anticipated was her particular enjoyment of watching two older gentlemen stepping into the clear milking room to get a go at the cow. Watching their scrawny asses bounce and long, wrinkly testicles swing as they give it to the brainless cow with surprising vigor has… taken her aback. In a good way.

There is something to be said about the discrepancy between a young, pregnant cow being put through their paces by an oldtimer who is still wearing his suit and has only let his pants drop to their knees – presumably because he enjoys the fresh air running between his scrawny thighs and along his hanging sack.

It has a fascinating beauty and… eroticism to it that has Symmetra lightly touching herself through her skirt, her cock an obvious line at the front of the fabric.

She likes how the people fucking Angelo are all still very much clothed. It adds a casualness to the whole encounter that is just titillating her. They are obviously here to use the cow as an appliance and she is suitably sure that Angelo can feel it, too.

He keeps his tail held to the side as if there were any risk of him shielding the swollen donut of his hole from sight. He’s lax to the point of getting his cheeks slapped and thighs pinched just so he will tighten up again for some of the customers.

At one point someone brings out a sharpie and leaves it there for other customers to utilize. Symmetra briefly entertains the idea of taking the implement away but really… why should she? It is fascinating to read the little snide comments that the general public comes up with.

Fuck here

Super loose

Better milk than cunt?

Easy whore

There are other ones as well, though. Someone put in a thank u with a tally mark and quite a few people have added to it, stretching from the jiggling meat of Angelo’s ass down over the back of his thigh.

Others are just using him scrawl doodles on his skin, though most of them consist of various renditions of cocks and/or balls. The whole experience has something delightfully fratboy-ish that she has to admit appeals to her somewhat as well; though not as much as the odd older gentlemen and ladies that come here instead of taking their afternoon tea.

At one point, the employee comes in to put a bucket between Angelo’s trembling legs to hopefully catch the brunt of the loads dripping from him and make clean-up a little easier.

It occurs to her that she hasn’t really paid attention to the outside of the milking stall, so she takes a break from watching civilians trying to outfuck a fuckhungry cow to instead have a peek outside into the main room. While Angelo’s milking stall is mostly see-through, the material does contort the reality somewhat – and a voice at the back of her head that sounds a lot like Taj keeps telling her that she should put herself in… undesirable situations just to get a feel for everything around.

The milk bar is surprisingly full… maybe even upsettingly so. She is not really someone who likes big crowds or being squeezed in by people, so she quickly maneuvers herself into a corner from which she has a suitable vantage point and can just watch the pandemonium. Not that the customers are being violent, but the throng of people is intimidating nonetheless.

There are those that wait for their time in the milking booth with Angelo, and those who are milling about the other two cows who are not in their own dedicated booths. Instead, one is lying on a breeding bench, legs hanging in stirrups to keep them nice and out of the way for the customers who want to fuck; the other is kneeling on a soft pillow, mouth open wide so they can be throat fucked while giving milk.

She thinks they might have been replaced by other cows sometime during her stay inside Angelo’s enclosed little room, but she’s not too sure; she hadn’t paid much attention to the other cows.

She can spot the employee from before next to the candy isle, keeping an eye out for dispensers that need to be refilled with cookies, bonbons, sprinkles and other treats.

It is madness… but a relatively tame one. There is nobody causing a negative stir, but the din of voices is loud enough to drown out the wet sounds of greedy hole’s getting stuffed.

Sooner rather than later, Symmetra hurries back into the booth with her charge. The ruckus outside is not completely cut off by the door closing behind her, but it certainly is a lot more quiet; she can feel the impeding migraine receding.

Through the see-through wall she can watch how people are grabbing Angelo by the horns to hold his head nice and still while they ram cocks down his throat and make him gag.

Inside, two ladies have found their way into the chamber, one of which is already sliding beneath the breeding cow to get fucked herself. His cock is smeared in cum from previous loads and slides in messy and easy.

He immediately begins to hunch his hips down to try and fuck her warm hole but Symmetra can tell that he’s starting to seriously become exhausted. The stream of milk dripping from his teats has thinned as well, his nipples looking obscenely swollen and red as they’re sucked into the clear milking tubes.

It is time to slowly put an end to it.

.oOo.

Angelo is completely passed out in the back of the van; she pushed a plug like a pacifier into his sloppy hole but he’d barely twitched, already deep asleep. She’s not quite sure whether he’ll still be down in his headspace by the time he wakes up, but she also doesn’t think that it’ll be anytime soon.

He’s still completely passed out when they arrive back at the farm so she gets him as comfortable as possible lying on the ground in the van since she certainly can’t lift him herself and wants him not to be awoken by the jostling of it anyway.

She sits down with him, though, stretching out her legs and kicking off her pumps with a sigh before she takes out her phone to start looking through the pictures and videos she has taken. Oh, it’ll be a wonderful little homemovie once she’s edited everything together.