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Part 1

I started waking up around 7:30 because kitties. When my alarm went off about fifteen minutes later, I was already half awake. Legolas seemed to have been up for a little while, and we talked for a minute before he said he was going to go get granola to put in the oatmeal he was making both of us for breakfast. He got dressed and, before he headed out the door, he leaned over me, put his hand around my throat and played with my cunt. Sigh. He’s great.

He went out and then came back and told me that if I got permission from someone to orgasm and wanted to use his vibrator, I should put a condom on it. You’ll note that he did not give me permission. :P I rubbed my clit for a little while, but then started fiddling around with my phone and got distracted by tumblr.

When he came back, we went downstairs and he started making breakfast. I offered to help, and he told me I should just “sit there and look pretty” since he’d lowered his expectations for me after I was running late the day before. I feel bad about that because I don’t want to have lowered expectations. I can and should do better.

We talked and listen to music while he was making the food. At one point I interrupted him and he said “Why did you interrupt me?” in a tone. I immediately felt terrible and also turned on. Sometimes I have problems interrupting, and I definitely shouldn’t interrupt men. He finished cooking and then we headed upstairs to watch TED talks while we ate. Damn liberals.

We cuddled up a bit after we’d finished eating, and at one point he looked at me and said “I like you.” That was really good to hear because I still have a problem where I don’t think anyone actually likes me, even when they do things that clearly indicate that, such as spending time with me, talking to me, and in MLAM’s case, it took me a long time to believe it even after he literally told me “I really like you.” Having Legolas tell me that felt great, and it made what happened next even worse/better.

He reached over and started groping my tits, telling me that he was objectifying me while I was sitting there. I love it when he just starts groping me. I especially love it when he does it while we’re sitting at red lights. My tits aren’t usually very sensitive, so it isn’t about the feeling, exactly. It’s more about the clear sense that he is well aware he has a right to my body. Any time, any place.

Then he started hurting my tits. Slapping them, punching them, pinching my nipples. I started moaning and squirming because damn I do like that. Then he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me over to the bed. He started fucking my face from above and doing it hard. I couldn’t breathe through my nose very well and tried to scoot back, but of course that did no good. Eventually he grabbed me and pulled my head over the side of the bed.

“Are you ready to take this for me?” he asked, and I told him that yes, I was. He pushed his cock into my throat, all the way, it felt like. It blocked my airflow and I picked my hands up, not to do anything, but out of fear. He pulled out for a moment and pushed right back in. It hurt my throat and scared me. I loved it. He did that several more times, holding it in longer, and at one point grabbing my hands so there was nothing I could do except take it. Whenever he would stop for a moment to let me breathe, he would hit my face hard with his cock until I got back in the proper position for him to fuck my throat Eventually he pulled out and I curled up a little, coughing and tearing up.

He went around to the to the other side of the bed and told me to spread my legs. I complied, still a little freaked out by the throatfucking. He pulled me closer and started fucking my cunt. While he did that he was slapping me in the face, hitting my tits hard (hard enough that I considered saying “yellow”), and saying half-heard mean things to me. He was going deep, and I know I can’t take all of him because I have a small cunt. He knows it too. I was making pained noises and whimpering and he made fun of me for it.

Then, he spit in my face. I hate spit. I started feeling like I was going to cry, and I saw no point in holding back. After another minute or so of the painful fucking I was receiving, I started crying a little, and, as he rubbed his spit around my face, I started crying more. He opened my mouth and spit right into it. So fucking degrading, and something that is something he knows I really didn’t like the idea of. I was crying enough for him to tell by this point, and I heard him laugh at my tears. That only made me cry more, which I’m sure just turned him on more. It was mean and hot and I’m pathetic for loving it.

He stopped fucking me and laid down, pulling me around for me to suck his cock. I started doing it, although the crying made it hard (*rimshot*). I stopped at one point to breathe because I couldn’t breathe through my nose well because I was crying. He said “No.” and grabbed my hair and forced me back down onto his cock. Finally, he pushed me off and told me to give him something to cum on. I got on my back and he pulled my mouth to his balls while he stroked his cock. He came all over my face as I shivered and tried to stop crying. He got up and tossed a towel at me.

I wiped the cum off my face, and then started sobbing into the towel. Everything was just so much and I’d loved the fuck out of it but I just couldn’t stop crying. He came back around to the bed and I rolled over to look at him and he started stroking my head, telling me what a good job I did, that he was proud of me.

He sat down and motioned for me to put my head in his lap, which I did. We talked for a little while and I calmed down. Enough to ask a silly question about if he would go down on me. It was half a real question about if he would and half because I was curious what he would say. He asked “Why?” and my answer was that no one had done it in a while, which was not exactly a good reason. He kind of laughed and asked why I’d asked him of all people. It made me feel kind of bad in the moment, but later I realized that it really isn’t that important to me. I have weird leftover feminist feelings about reciprocation, but honestly, I get a hell of a lot more out of experiences like being throatfucked, spat on, and having my cunt destroyed than I do from some sweet pussy licking. We talked about what we’d just done, and he told me again that I’d done a good job taking everything. And that he’d enjoyed it a great deal. He especially enjoyed when he spit in my face and I started crying.

Eventually we both got cleaned up and watched a TED talk about data visualization, and really, aren’t TED talks the best kind of aftercare? As I headed out the door, we talked about the whipping, and I expressed my enthusiasm again. He mentioned how great the part where he was hitting me hard and fast was, and just thinking about it left me walking to my car with my cunt wet, feeling tingly all over.

#legolas #date night #crying #dacryphilia #throatfucking #groping #rough sex #face slapping #punching #suffering-hardened cock #face fucking #spitting #praise

@littlefeministbitch

Mon, 21 Jul 2014 11:01:33

Reaction Junkie and I just got back from a pre-con happy hour (which was hella fun, by the way). It’s late, so he stripped and went right to bed. I told him that he needed to brush his teeth.

He whined, and I told him again that he needed to do it. I had to repeat my instruction several times until finally he told me to bring him a toothbrush.

My mind immediately went to something MLAM and I had done. I asked Reaction Junkie if he wanted to spit into my mouth. In a tone that was a mixture of pleased and surprised, he said, “Yes! Bring me a toothbrush and a glass of water.”

I grinned and trotted to the bathroom to comply with his instructions. When I returned, I knelt by the bed, head bent back, mouth open. Reaction Junkie told me, “Don’t spill any,” and began brushing. As he did, he told me to get a towel.

I rushed out, grabbed a towel, and got on my knees again, waiting with my mouth open. When he finished brushing, he put his closed mouth next to my open one, and spit. I felt the mixture of toothpaste and spit hit my tongue.

I got up and went to the bathroom. As I left, he told me, “I’m not done yet,” so when I spit the contents of my mouth into the sink, I hurried back to resume my position on my knees by the bed.

Reaction Junkie swirled some water around in his mouth and then repeated his earlier action. It was mostly water now, but there was more of it. I almost spilled some, but managed not do as I hopped up and went back to the sink.

I returned to the bedroom to take his toothbrush and put it away for him. As I left, turned on by the objectification and the fact that I had been so useful, Reaction Junkie looked at me and told me what a disgusting slut I am for enjoying that kind of treatment. That just turned me on even more.

After complying with instructions to wash my mouth, I went back in to get a good night kiss. Reaction Junkie praised me for being useful and for taking my proper place as a waste receptical, a spitoon. I smiled, happy to be used to make his life easier.

#objectification #disgusting little feminist bitch #spitoon #ds relationship #waste receptical #domestic bliss #scenes from my life #reaction junkie #being useful #spitting #degradation #humiliation #knowing my place #toothpaste #useful little feminist bitch

@littlefeministbitch

Fri, 13 Feb 2015 01:02:16

We got up to his room and he told me to take my clothes off. I stripped while he got some things together. He had a hood in his hands and asked me if that’s how I wanted my hair. Seeing the hood got me excited, so I quickly put up my hair. He pulled the hood down over my face, a hole over my mouth to allow me to be as useful as possible. I lay back, now unable to see what he was doing. The uncertainty that comes with having my eyes covered made me tremble. I really do enjoy not knowing what’s going to happen next, whether because I’m blindfolded, or because my partner is being unpredictable. It drives home the fact that I’m not in control and that anything could happen.

After the hood was in place, he leaned back away from me and pushed my legs apart. I thought he was going to start fucking me or hit me or something, but instead he spit on my cunt. I whimpered when I heard and felt that, since spit is the most gross. Which, of course, he knows. That’s why he did it. Next thing I knew, he was on top of me, his cock in my mouth. He fucked my face, his cock hitting the back of my throat and making it hard to breathe. He stopped, and then I felt him tying rope around my ankle. He bent my legs and tied them like that. When he finished, he said, “I don’t know how we handle being in public.” “Why?” I asked. “Because I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you.” came the ridiculously hot answer. Hearing that he’d been wanting to use me and abuse me, and that he’d been thinking about it made me a happy and wet little cunt.

Done with my legs, he spread them again and pushed his cock into me. I moaned, feeling his cock filling me, and heard him say, “Fuck, you’re tight.” He fucked me hard and deep, hurting me and making me feel good in equal measure. I whimpered, and he pointed out that it was my fault this was happening. He was right. I didn’t clean my ass out for him to use before I came over. If I had, he’d be using that instead, which would hurt less. I need to be a better slut for him, and I deserved the hard use my cunt was getting.

Legolas pulled out of me and made me move to the side of the bed, the ropes making that task more difficult and uncomfortable. I knew what was coming, and with as little hesitation as I could manage, put my head over the side of the bed. He shoved his cock into my mouth and down my throat, and I fought down the panic that always comes with being unable to breathe. He repeatedly pushed his cock in and out of my throat, and I did the best I could to handle it. He told me that he was being too nice to me. He’s always too nice to me, giving me his attention and being willing to use and abuse me. I’m lucky he’s willing to spend time on me when I couldn’t even come over with my ass in the state he wants it. Especially considering the fact that, as he pointed out, he could get a more conscientious cunt to come over instead.

He yanked the hood off at some point, and stopped the throatfucking to let me breathe for a little while. It wasn’t a break, of course, and he lay back while I licked and sucked his cock, listening to his breathing and the noises he made. He pushed me off and it was back over the side of the bed for me, his cock in my throat. Eventually he stopped. He went around to the other side of the bed and put on another condom. I looked at him and he said, “Did you think I was done using your cunt?” before starting to fuck me hard again. He was rougher this time, hurting me with hands while he hurt my cunt with his cock. He slapped me in the face quite a few times, and my left cheek actually hurt for a short time after he stopped.

I started apologizing for not preparing for him to use my ass and promising to do better. I was talking about how I deserved all the pain and suffering he was inflicting on me because I hadn’t come over clean, when he said, “We can make it hurt more,” and told me to turn over so he could fuck me from behind. I turned over, the rope making it difficult and painful to get and be on my knees. He thrust into me again, going deep and making it hurt a lot. I whimpered, but managed not to move away. I deserved it, basically asked for it, by not doing the best I could for him.

He flipped me back over, and continued fucking me as he took the rope off my legs. When they were free, he pulled them up straight and pushed them back, changing the angle and making me moan. He continued fucking me and then pulled out and took the condom off. He came all over my stomach and chest, and all the way up to my collarbone. I sighed, satisfied, when he was done, and looked at how much prettier he’d made me, covering me with his cum.

Perfect Saturday. Friends, food, fun, and fucking.