When Daddy teaches you ass training, you can do things like this while he cums on your face.

Happy Birthday Mobi!

Some days, I yearn to be destroyed just so he can build me up again.

He slammed her against the wall as she walked to her car after a hard day at work.  He had been fast and in her tired state, she was careless and didnt see him standing in black in the shadow of the pillar as she walked by.  He twisted her arm hard behind her back and quickly zip tied her wrists till they pinched, promptly blindfolded her and stuffed some kind of material in her mouth.  Her heart was in her throat till she smelled the cologne.. was it his?  Yes.. yes it was… he was doing it.. he planned her kidnapping.  Was it him or someone else, she tried to tell but her mind had been in a panic and before she could think, he kicked her legs apart, ripped down her skirt and cut away her blouse and bra.  He threw her inside a van naked, she could hear the rumbling of the door and another mans hands had been on her.  He pinched her skin as he grabbed what he could and roughly pulled her inside. She felt scratches on her skin as she was dragged.  The man in the van promptly took the material out and wrapped  her metal O ring gag.. she was familiar with it.. it was hers.  Roughly tightened the hands now roughly pinched and pulled her nipples causing her to recoil a bit and he slapped her with a deep commanding voice, “obey”.  She lifted her breasts and felt the tight nubs as the jingle of the clamps came closer and she felt the cold pinchers around her throbbing.  Once mounted with these chains a wet hot soft tongue flicked her nipples.  The already throbbing tips even more sensative and she moaned loudly as the mouth teased her gently and softly compared to the tight almost wrenching feeling her mouth forced as open as possible.  She could feel the drool dripping down her chin she couldnt help it, her tongue was forced down like the padding or carpet.  She struggled a little more as the tongue started biting and nibbling on her nipples, her legs crossed she could feel her pussy leaking on the cold floor of the van as it drove to some unknown place where the van stopped.  The man sucked one last time on both the nipples and his leathered glove spread her pussy lips and touched the tip of her clit rubbing her hard as the other man opened the doors.  The cold night air touched her skin sweating from the stuffy van and she heard both men unzipping and unbelting.  One instantly fucked her mouth, shoving his cock hard down her throat, the mouth gag tucking her teeth neatly behind rubber, her tongue trapped flat and forced wide open.. she concentrated on holding her head still as he started using her mouth faster and faster forcing her to heave hard the force pounding her head in his hand.  The other already lifting her legs to her ears both holes exposed he spit on her pussy and plunged right in moaning hard as it pushed her tightness open for his girth and his hip slapped her ass as he fucked her.  She trembled and twitched until she was near orgasm when suddenly they both stopped and yanked her from the van dragging her small frail body across the dirt.  She could smell an odd staleness and old dirt… her feet barely touching the ground but felt hard rubble and stones as her clumsy steps toppled them.  She grunted and groaned as her chain swung pinching the tender skin in different spots and her neck and jaw ached with the tightness of the gag, the drool pooling on her tongue and spilling out.  They tied her arms upward on some mount and left her tippy toed trying to keep from pulling her shoulders.  She stood there a minute quiet after they were done.  She could feel their eyes on her and soon she heard the zipper sound again and rustling.  Before she knew anything else, the stinging smack across her left cheek caused her to gaps and twirl around in her chain until she got back on her toes again and straightened out but without mercy the next swing struck her right across the pussy she mistakenly left bare when she thrusted her hips forward in order to regain her balance.  Before much thought her ass cheeks, thighs, pussy and breasts were being flicked with hard relentless swats by a crop making a woosh sound in the air before impacting and spreading a fire of pain.  A finger would fuck her pussy here and there in between.. god she was so fucking wet and was aching for the prickling pain of her swats to stop.  Over and over again, her body was abused and she dangled like a piece of meat on the overhead mount flopping this way and that to avoid as much as she could, move just enough to take the blow on a spot on on fire but she cried out as the layer upon layer of pain caused her muscles to ache and burn.  Finally the barage stopped and she panted hard drooling the thick string down the floor, the chains on her nipples feeling like lead.  Both men approached her again, one taking her legs up and wrapping them around thier hip as his cock entered her stabbing her over and over again, the other standing behind taking some of the drool from her mouth and coating her ass hole and plunging into it.  Both men holding her in a sling of arms as her legs wrapped almost around her neck both her holes stuffed as the drool pooled between her breasts splashing tiny spray of her mouth as her breasts bounced up and down with the thrusting.  Her mind was numb and erased and the stank dirty cold air filled her nose, tickled her sweating dirty skin.  They both fucked her hard and fast until she was drenched with sweat and their cum deposited within both holes.  They dropped her legs back down as her tired body crumpled and hung.  She listened carefully as the two men seemed to pack up and load the van, get in and drive away.  Panic started to set in… no.. he wouldnt just leave her here.. omg.. she was alone.. in this dark place… dirty cold.. the sound of things rustling. The silence except for the clinking of her chains.  She was scared to make a noise listening for every movement or sound and as the minutes started to go by, a deep overwhelming fear and panic was setting in.  Her aching and abused body no match for the overwhelming sense of being alone and vulnerable.  Her mind started racing… im going to flip out on him when i see him next, omg.. he cant leave me here, what am i going to do.. omg.. omg.. omg…….

…a rustling nearby.  Footsteps coming closer over the dirty floor.  She stopped breathing a moment but inhaled the faintness of his cologne again.  She started crying as she heard his breath next against her cheek as he kissed her… touched her face and body… and whispered, “you are so fucking beautiful, you know that?”  ”So fucking beautiful baby.”  He slowely pulled her off the mount and took the gag off her mouth kissing her bruised and tender lips, the kisses feeling so alien after the mental and plastic gag.  He wrapped a soft plush robe around her as she took off her bindings and she didnt reach for anything, she let him show her the world she was in as he chose to unveil it, until the blindfold was removed last and she starred into the eyes of her master.  He smiled broad at her as she sniffled and he wrapped his arm around her taking her down a path to his car, placing her in carefully and crawling in next to her cuddling and kissing her as the man drove them out of the dark remote area.  In the car he touched her abused swollen lips and he fingered the cum that was slowely leaking down her thighs and as she sat, she felt it dribble out of her pucker onto the chair making it wet and uncomfortable.  Later he showed her pictures he took of the men fucking her, using her and hanging her on the chains as he had watched and took photos.  She asked if it would be ok to put one of those photos up on her blog and he agreed as long as she wrote about what he had done to her when she posted it.  She agreed with a smile and blush, and later pressed create post.

I HAD to reblog this one.  Hello Kitty, cute shoes, and pink… i think i just came.

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Hello Kutie by *EddieHolly

My tribute to the world release of Diablo Three in less than three hours!  Have fun you crazy gaming sexy geeks!!!

At one time people who had kinks/taboo needs to their sex life had to hide in fear of their neighbors, bosses, etc.  Folks seeking each other in this group had to resort to text chat rooms and emails to converse about BDSM topics and find their very hidden and secret local bdsm groups, go to munches, but all in secrecy and with effort to hide ones identity in a sort of Clark Kent by day and leather wearing bull whip dom by night sort of way.  But as the pop culture and fashion started breaking open this secret world of BDSM, using it to mark avante garde and artistic expressions, it was copycat victim like the original goth world and various other sub culture communities.  With super stars blatantly wearing fetish wear as couture and posing as doms in their videos and the numerous baby girl references flooding our society, how are we in BDSM going to cope with the almost rampant sunlight onto our lifestyles.  The bastardization of the original concepts and beliefs of bdsm are already becoming diminished, definitions and labels are blurring and like a melting ice cube, the community seems to be loosing some of the intimacy that once was prevalent and expected and being replaced with the a-typical theme of our society today, “binge now, think later”, giving way to people who want to experience kinks as part of a way to mark a invisible badge on how sexy they are by what kind of kinky things they have experienced or seen.  Young girls all over the world are subjecting themselves to dirty play on video cams just because they think its something men want and it will be making themselves more attractive for more attention and attraction of men.  And free open cam play is more popular than erotic art or pure porn completely eradicating voice sex and erotic story telling.

It begs me to argue that possibly, the intimacy of the basic dynamics of bdsm are in danger.  Perhaps a dying art as people clamor to experience a ball gag or spanking by a daddy dom.  They don’t understand the concepts of trust, discipline, safety and obedience or how deep those things can be for one who takes the time to understand it.  Instead its a check mark on someones bucket list or what to do before I’m married list or qualification for girls gone wild type behavior.  The idea of a slave or submissive “serving” going the wayside as the art of geisha back long ago to make way for prostitutes wearing copycat kimonos and white painted faces.  Before kinks, intimacy, trust, safety, guidance, submission, domination all was cyclical.. a rotating circle where, if in a good relationship, the lines of each would blur and each person would not know where one began and one ended, affording both parties a deeply rich and erotic life together.

But now, to see a young cute girl on cam, smacking herself with a paddle being egged on by the crowd saying “harder harder” and as onlookers giggle or gawk and she moans “yes daddy” or “yes master” depending on who is yelling the loudest and barking orders at her, almost makes me feel cheap myself for being in the lifestyle.  As I saw her rear redden and capillaries popping under the skin, I began realizing she has no idea that shes literally abusing her own body without any meaning behind it except for cheap entertainment or for her own need for attention. 

A complete liberal I have always been one not to judge and to bless any woman who does what they want and makes them happy, but as I saw that same girl stand up when she had properly squirted what, to me looked like pee after she orgasm several times and everyone applauded as if we just saw a circus act and the elephant sprayed a jet of water all over the ring, she came over to the camera looking like a puppy dog and asked sweetly, “how’d i do?  Hope you all enjoyed!”  I truly felt sad.  She would never know the love and affection of a true masters touch, the intimacy and bond that is slowly and with patience and time forged into something special.  An act of submission, we perform an art of service in many ways. 

 Was this girl submitting and serving?  Was she cheapening my lifestyle, although innocent?  I was tossed in a bit of confusion and reflection for answers to a strange aboding fear I started to have.  I spent my life seeking for something I had inside me but could not define.  And when i found it i was dedicated to studying this lifestyle, being taught hard lessons by some of the toughest doms exacting and demanding on my mental ability to become more disciplined, to think more about others than myself, to understand the bigger picture of life.. of people.. of understanding their needs and choosing carefully who I serve and don’t.  And toning/training my body for pleasure, erasing lines of pleasure and pain slowly.. deliberately.. with knowledge of what I felt more at peace with, what it meant to be the kind of woman or sensual being, and a raging spirit I was free to be now.  The spankings of a master or daddy’s hand.. or even being directed to do so by your master or those you serve, is very intimate to me.  And watching that girl, I felt almost like that part of the lifestyle that I love and cherish so much, will end up like the geisha.

Omg, was I becoming an elitist?  or do I have some warrent to be concerned?  What do you all think?  I’d love to get others perspective on the subject!

woke up early this morning, opening my eyes to the thought of you.  i turned over and kissed my pillow imagining they were your hands, rubbed myself over it and slipped out of bed to find my hidden case of toys.  As i climbed back under the covers i heard your voice in my head and your words and i was wet already.  i lifted my silk night gown over my head, folding it and laying on my pillow next to me.  i took the long pink shaft firm in my hands and slowely slid it across my breasts, teasing my nipples with the coldness.  i slide it between my lips and sucked on the tip, pressing my tongue allong the softness to warm it and wet it, flicking my tongue.  My other hand was already touching and pinching my nipples, kneading my breast and my body sqirmed and writhed.  i imagined you climbing on top of me now, turning me over and i laid on my belly lifting myself to my knees.  my face burried in the pillows as my hand spread myself open and i plunged the shaft through my sopping wet lips, feeling it slide in.. feeling it spread my insides open slowely, wedging it open and i moaned as it sunk deeply, not stopping till i felt the tip hit the opening of my cervix.  i was already on fire, my skin was hot, breath was ragged and i pulled back on the shaft, just leaving the head in, and then plunging it back inside me, gripping it as it came in, pumping it with my slut trained muscles… gripping you, milking you to please you.  make you feel better..make you feel wonderful.  And i thrust myself enjoying the rocking motion, enjoying the ache in my back as i pushed up hard to make room for my arm under my belly, feeling my breasts pressed into the folds of my blanket, struggling of my hand to grip the shaft and sink it so deep inside me, moaning and kissing my pillow saying your name as it spilled from my lips like part of my breath… Master.. Master…

i quivered and shook, feeling the trembles already unfolding, the muscles moving and twitching and i slowed the pace, this is how i come so fast.. the penatration, the act of entering my body, my soul, my intimate parts, my whole womb throbbing and convulsing against the invading dildo.. marking me.. i love this part the best.  the skin of a man inside my wet tender skin.. his muscle.. so masculine, pushed deep within my insides.  a part of him in me, connected, marking me.. deeply..marking my soul. 

i moved with the dildo, trying to keep myself from cuming too fast.  you had not allowed me more than one.. and i wanted to make it long and please you.  And 15 minutes later i was so tight around the shaft i could have left it inside me and walked around with my own cock.  i could have gone longer, but i only stayed another few minutes until the slow deep thrusting made me cum violently, a bit unexpectidly, and before i could stop it and i let myself scream and bite into my pillow.  a long release.. deep and ebbing slowely.  i moaned and left the dildo in, slowely moving in and out to make it last longer because the moment it started to slow down, i was again greedy and needy for more.  like a hunger that just can never be quenced and only can be fed to quiet it till it can be controled.  a deep never ending need.  And i pressed myself a bit more before pulling the shaft out of myself imagining what the weight of you leaving my backside would be like.. how round your head might be so i feel it pop out of my hole… how thick and long you are… it would not matter my answers really, but in my mind i was feeling you lay down next to me and i would crawl between your legs and sit quietly kissing your left thigh, making love to that thigh and then my alarm went off and reluctantly i left the bed and licked clean the dildo imagining your skin taste on it too.  i washed it in the sink and sanitized it like i do all my toys.. i dried it wtih my hair dryer quickly and then put it away, and taking a shower to start the day.  in the shower i touched my sensative lips and rested my head on my hand thanking you as i leaned against the tiles and let the water flow over me.  i love you Master was a whisper before i turned the water off after i cleaned and thought how it would be to clean you off.  I climbed out and got dressed thinking about you.  how would i dress you after, how would it be to kiss your hand as you left my house, left your whores house.

i am still thinking about you.

We bleed, but we must heal so we can bleed again.  How else will we know the difference between pleasure and pain, happiness and sorrow, love and hate… all of life is a contrast so we remember to feel.

He fucked me so brutally, jamming his cock deep into my flesh thrusting my whole body into the ground.  I felt the hard wood against my jaw as i clenched, the tiny dust blowing like tumbleweeds as a panted and gasped for air, sucking down the deep pain like a knife in my ass hole and that lovely stuffed feeling as his head pushed its way through tearing me open to his girth.  I cried out loudly and bit my lip as he kept pounding, without mercy, ramming it deeper until his balls were fully slapping against my wide open pussy, my clit getting abused more as it sulked throbbing red and hot after he already spanked it.  My thighs were on fire and the only relief seemed to be the liquid drooling out of my cunt almost tickling the spots that were not abused and irritating the ones that were.  I was in full tears, crying my eyes out into a blured vision and he ripped my head back with his thick grasp around my throat squeezing it.  He bit at my earlobe and whispered in his horse deep voice, “should i stop slut?”.  My eyes rolling in the back of my head as he kept pulling harder and harder on my neck causing me to painfully arch backwards almost touching my head to the ass he was fucking, my hair like silk brushing over the bruised round curve of my ass, a moment that i normally enjoyed the softness and cool of my hair on my skin, this time was only a scratchy blanket on the prickling.  I tried to swollow but the arch and his fist around my air made it so as i whispered in a deprived, desperate way, i drooled all down my chin and onto his own fingers as it rivered downward captured by gravity.  I groaned utterly defeated, “no Master please.” Almost confirming his intention to tease me by asking the question, knowing i was totally fucked while i was in his grasp, his other hand squeezed my hip bone even more and he pounded me so my whole body and even my brain seemed to be rattled and i gave out a wheezing scream as he pulled out and shot his load into my gaping opening.  I moaned hard feeling the cream slide right into the hole and clenched with instinct pulling it into me.  He lightened his squeezing on my throat and jerked his body as he laid it upon my curves.  I struggled to hold up to him, and soon he pulled me onto the bed and my belly down flat on the bed with my asshole still open and pulsing.  i collapsed in the pillows, feeling my body covered with dripping sweat and exhaustion.  He pulled his own messy wet body up against me and wrapped an arm around me as his finger pushed into my ass still creamy with his cum.  He swirled it around and pushed it into my mouth, my mind and body floating so numb i hardly noticed until his salty brime coated my tongue, i moaned… cum is cum.. and i loved it in my mouth.. in my ass…. where ever he wanted to put it.  I slowely lulled to sleep soaking the bedding with our lust and my ass stuffed full of his gift.

i have a fetish for leather. but not just any leather.. black leather thats supple and a great quality.  Like the hide of a young deer or calf, smooth and plyable yet strong.  Cool on the skin, soft…Looking at this outfit its exactly my style!  Black leather corset with a black sheer top.  Her nipples and breast exposed and open, ready to be looked at, touched, abused, used.  Already feeling tight around her middle from the corset, an added hood.. restricting her to breath even more, through her nose as she struggles against the tight straps biting into her skin, locking her already bound arms in an arm binder.  The leather all looks so sexy im wetting in my chair as we speak!  Imagining myself laying on the floor stuggling to lift my head feeling completely cut off to the world and lacking utter and complete control.  There is no escape here, no way for her to do anything without someone saving her, giving her permission, allowing her.. the control here is powerful.  And what happens if this person who can save her does even more naughty evil things to her.  She must submit to it, and endure it, without any choice she is utterly at the disposal of the person who locked her this way.  The intimacy of bondage is enthralling.  The trust involved is unmatched.  And for whatever reason, I am completely enraptured with leather and this picture.

i saw this movie last year and i thought it was brilliantly made.  Its subject is a bit controversial even by todays standards but its a beautiful movie full of emotions and a good romantic story.  Damn netflix for taking it off thier play list!