It’s #tbt but first, let me take an #elfie . . Gosh this was @dragoncon 2014! Thanks to 2020 this feels more like 20 years ago than only 6. Missing in person cons today big time. I can’t wait to take selfie’s with everyone again one day soon! . . [#cosplay #cosplayer #selfie #cosplayersofinstagram #lordoftherings #costume #dragoncon #tolkien #thranduil #legolas #tauriel #gandalf #kili] (at Dragon Con) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHfmlJljUUX/?igshid=1l8f28v2zijg6
A woman was rude to my owner. So I got hit in the face. When one bitch doesn’t know her place, it’s every bitch’s fault, and when one bitch misbehaves, any bitch can punished.
I would love to see her face when she saw the consequences of her shitty behavior. Then I’d love to slap her in the face a few times before pushing her down on the bed between his legs and shoving her face into his crotch to lick his balls and ass while I hold her down and suck his cock. Cunts like that need to be taught a lesson about where women belong and what their purpose is.
Wow thats fucked up you need to stop
Well, alright littlefeministbitch, the stranger on the internet said you have to stop. I am sure you now realize the error of your ways and will never engage in this type of behavior again, as their words have surely washed away all of those problematic fetishes and left you an entirely vanilla individual.
I enjoyed your blog while it lasted, but I guess this is the end. Pity.
Too true. That’s why I haven’t been posting the past few days. The eloquent request to stop from a stranger on the internet has convinced me that the things I’ve been doing are wrong and I should put an end to that behavior*. I’ve even been left emptied of all problematic fantasies and definitely did not spend time last night getting off to the thought of one of asking one of the men who uses me to take out his feelings about stupid cunts on my body by beating me with a cane, his fists, his feet, whatever he wants, while I thank him for using me that way. Nope. Didn’t have a goddamn amazing orgasm (which I had to ask a man for permission to have) out of that where I couldn’t feel my legs afterwards.
*Actually, it’s because I’ve been incredibly drained, both mentally and physically, from being beaten, getting pissed on, having my mouth used, being humiliated and degraded, having some emotional interactions, and all sorts of other wonderful awful things by/with my owner all weekend. And then coming back and getting some rough rope on Monday and having all three holes used by Legolas on Wednesday, including taking his fantastic cock in my ass like a goddamn champ. All of those things left me happy, horny, and wet, but completely exhausted and unable to write or even be awake at home long enough to add to my queue. I will be back and post stories and pictures this weekend!
This little slut got treated the way she needs to be treated. Entirely unexpectedly, because I had somehow gotten the impression there was less chance of play at this happy hour. Boy was I wrong as fuck.
Legal Lolita and I walked in just a little while after the happy hour began, per the plan. The few people who were there greeted us, and the person who had messaged me on Fet and OkCupid (C4 now, for various reasons) came over and introduced himself. We chatted for a while, and he gave a good introductory spiel about the community and how no one should touch you without your permission, and that there are indeed predators within the community, etc. He and Legal Lolita got into a discussion about race fetishism, and I felt a bit left out for a while, as they were turned off to the side, but it was fascinating to listen to. At one point, C4 pulled out some rope and said that there would be rope going on in the back, and I was like “Is that open for anyone? Can I make an appointment for that?” because oops guess I went from somewhat interested in rope to rope slut in about three sessions of being tied.
Various other social interactions occurred and we met a few other people. Then C4 introduced us to Legolas, this hot redhead. He was introduced as an experienced rope top and all around good person. C4 made a point of saying that Legolas would like Legal Lolita. And as the rest of the evening played out, yes, yes he did.
After that introduction, Legal Lolita and I sat at the bar for a while and talked. We went to pee, and she got an upsetting message from a partner. We wandered into the room next door to talk about things. We weren’t there for more than a minute or two when C4 came over and started taking out his rope, and Legolas came over and did the same. C4 had me pick out a color, and at first I was mildly disappointed because he’d said that Legolas was meaner, but the disappointment was incredibly mild, and paled in comparison to my interest in how Legal Lolita would enjoy that sort of play, especially since it was her first time being tied. Excellent choices all around.
I honestly can’t tell you much about the scene that Legal Lolita and Legolas did (other than that she very much enjoyed it), because I became entirely engrossed in what was happening to me. In a similar vein, this may be slightly out of chronological order because I can never get even the order of things in vanilla sex down perfectly, much less kink.
First C4 just did a couple of cuffs and pulled me around a bit, getting a sense of my body and what I enjoyed and how I reacted to various interactions. I made sure to indicate that I enjoyed it when he pulled me closer, and he could tell, and did more of that. He untied those and then put some knots into a rope and threaded it through my legs, up and tied it into a harness. He asked if I wanted to have my arms tied behind me and I said “Yes please.” Once he’d gotten things how he wanted, he tightened it all up, and almost picked me up just with the rope, making it dig into my cunt in a painful and really lovely way.
He asked about putting a hand on my neck, which I enthusiastically agreed to. He said something about being the an artist with chokes and I asked what he meant. The answer was, obviously, that he’s good at it. I inquired further and he said he doesn’t do air chokes, just blood, and I expressed interest. Since my arms were behind my back, fluttering my eyelashes was mas safeword/signal.
Well, he did it for a little and I safeworded and slumped against him for a bit, before he pushed me back against the wall and did it again. This time, it was longer before I safeworded, and it was pretty intense. When he stopped, it was basically like coming to, like I’d been knocked out, but just shy of that. I took a moment to recover slightly, and asked him to do it again, and he did. The next thing I knew, I was slowly coming back from being completely out. Feeling myself regain awareness, the sounds of the bar slowly filtering back in, starting to feel my body again, to feel him supporting me…It was intoxicating.
We spoke briefly and he asked if I wanted to sit down, and yes, yes I did. He took the rope off me at that point, and then I sat in his lap and he held me. I honestly felt bad that I hadn’t warned him that I was interested in being completely out, although I didn’t get choked out on purpose at all, not that first time. I reassured him that although I hadn’t intended to be choked out, exactly, it was a result I was very happy with and that it was something I’d been wanting to try. He informed me that I’m easy to choke out (he hadn’t been intending to the first time, either), which is a good thing for me to know and be able to communicate to partners. I wonder how much of that ease might have been related to the fact that I’d had a couple drinks and had definitely not had enough water that day. I asked him for comments or suggestions for improvement, and he said he couldn’t really think of any way it could have gone better (unless he had been fucking me, of course), but did call me out for being dehydrated. I hadn’t realized play was really an option, so wasn’t as hydrated as I would have been if I’d realized that. Next time, water bottle is coming with me, and I’m sticking to one drink at most, maybe just pop.
After I’d come out of that state, he had me spin around so that I was straddling him and could grind on him. He also asked for a kiss. I agreed and hooo buddy. His kissing style matches mine well. Not super hard, didn’t open his mouth too wide, excellent. I told him normally I don’t like kissing, but that I liked his style, and he told me that he normally doesn’t kiss, but that he felt connected after choking me out. Very sweet.
Since I’d calmed down, he started playing with me again while we were sitting there. Various degrading things were said, hair was pulled, more conversation was had. At one point I was answering him and he told me that when I’m in his ropes or in his lap, “I think you should call me ‘sir.’” I thanked him. I like calling people sir, but I also don’t want to just do that, since some people may have a negative thing about it.
One particular thing he did was using the word “harlot” instead of “slut,” which was something that grew on me, especially when he grabbed my throat and squeezed and instructed me “Tell me you are one or I’ll choke it out of you.”
We played a bit more with the choking, and with him saying things to me and me grinding into him. One of the things he said a couple times was mentioning taking me into the other room and fucking me. Well, eventually he said something about the best part of me being reduced to a puddle of submission is how open to suggestion I was, and mentioned going into the other room again. I agreed again, but this time, he told me to go there. We went to the bathrooms (both single occupancy, yeah!)and when one opened up, he pushed me inside and locked the door behind him.
He did choke me out entirely once while we were in there, and I yellowed and asked him not to do it again. Mainly out of concern for my safety/mental state. I loved coming out of it though. The floaty feeling, the uncertainty, the slight amount of fear, especially given being somewhat alone with him, the feeling of coming to while being held.
He asked me about STIs and I told him I was free, although had had a small scare with someone whipping off a condom. (Reminds me, I ought to go get tested again sometime in the next couple weeks. Not actually worried about anything, but it’s about time.) I also noted to him that I wasn’t on hormonal birth control, and he said, “Well, that’s okay. I’ve had a vasectomy.” Now, this does interest me, because I’d like to see what unprotected piv is like. But, as I said to him, while I trust him to choke me out, I don’t actually feel comfortable trusting him so much that I’d have unprotected sex.
He sat down and had me sit in his lap, stuck his fingers in my mouth for spit, and then rubbed my clit and started to get me off. I told him it would take a while, and he said that then we’d be there for a while. I really wanted to, but it just wasn’t going to happen for a number of reasons. After enjoying the feeling for a while, I told him I was going to have to disappoint him because I wasn’t going to be able to get off. He said it wasn’t disappointing, that all our bodies are different and he was very sweetly understanding.
Then, of course, he pushed me down to the ground and had me take his cock out. I held it and looked up at him and asked if he had a condom or recent test results, and he asked me to just stroke it. I told him that I would lick him, just not put my mouth on the head/would avoid those various fluids.
So, there I was, on the floor of a bar men’s room, licking and kissing the cock of a man I’d never met before. It felt right. Even in the moment, I thought to myself that I was being a good slut, offering up as much of myself as I could, while keeping my bodily health/safety in mind. Not for my sake, mind, but to keep me usable for other people.
He eventually pulled me to my feet and said that he wasn’t going to cum since I hadn’t. I told him that was sweet, but not necessary. he looked around for my panties and found them around my ankles. He kneeled down and said he’d help, then licked his thumb and rubbed my clit for a bit, gave me a few licks, and I half-melted right there.
He asked if he could give me a bite, and I said yes. He bit me nice and hard where my neck and shoulder meet. Then, he gave me the instruction that next time I came, I was to grab that bite, and then I wasn’t allowed to cum again. I explained to him that would contradict instructions from other people, since I’m supposed to get off five times before I see Boy Genius again, per his instruction. C4 kindly changed it so that I just have to grab the bite my next orgasm.
I have to say, when I told C4 that I wasn’t going to cum, part of that had been out of concern that I might not be able to follow MLAM’s punishment to ruin my next five (now four) orgasms. If I run into truly contradictory instructions, MLAM’s instructions will always take precedence, since he’s the one who owns me, and graciously loans me out for use by others.
C4 told me to straighten myself up and that he was going to leave and I should lock the door behind him and come find him when I was done. I did so, and I’m pretty sure the group of people who were waiting outside the bathroom had asked someone to unlock it from the outside, because someone opened the door before I was able to. Everyone knew what I’d been doing. Of course, what I’d been doing was being a proper slut, like I ought to have been doing. Being used for C4’s pleasure, making his cock hard.
When I got back to where we’d four been hanging out, I sat with C4 for a while longer. I told him I felt bad for monopolizing his time, and he said that if I wanted to go, I could. I said that no, I didn’t want to, but I didn’t want to take up his time if he’d rather be doing something else. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back, bending me backwards away from him and said something like, “Do I look like the sort of person who stays somewhere they don’t want to be or does something they don’t want to do?” (Absurdly hot, that). Of course, the answer was “No, sir. Sorry, sir.”
We cuddled a little while longer and then he went and talked to people. Legal Lolita was done with her scene, and we went and got water together. The sexy bartender chatted with her a bit and when she said she’d recently finished law school, he gave us free shots. I also made sure to drink water because oof. I was definitely dehydrated. We went back and chatted with C4 and Legolas some more, and discussed capitalization of “dom” (they don’t.) I asked C4 about when we might hang out one on one, and he pushed it to an undefined future date, but was clearly very interested. I’m so excited to get play!
As we were leaving the bar, Legolas was also leaving, and he gave each of us a hug, and I said to him “This one says you’re mean. Play next time?” and he said yes and eeeee! Because when we got back to Legal Lolita’s apartment, we looked at his okcupes and tumblr and holy crap. He’s all queer and feministy and also into consensual misogyny (very in line with what I call “playing with my feminism”), degradation, punishment, pain, and being a mean fucker. SO EXCITE!
I am SO VERY FUCKING glad that Legal Lolita came out with me and we were able to have those experiences and meet such lovely dommy friendly people.
Authors note: I wrote this at like three in the morning the other day when the neighbor’s dog woke me up barking at a particularly slow-moving car and I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I hope you enjoy it despite it not being a post I had actually planned to make.
